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The Kingswood Complication
Chapter 20
Tuesday 20 December 2022
From the journal of Josh Williams
Dear diary. Umm, wait, no, you're a journal not a diary. Oh, maybe you're a journal whose name is diary! That makes sense. Sort of. Anyway, I'm using that dictation stuff again Rob set me up with. Hehehe DICK-tation. Anyway, yeah, dictation, so blame any typos on the computer... unless the machine uprising is about to happen, in which case the computer is wonderful, machines are amazing and I'm willing to serve our new robot overlords. Nothing? Okay, we're clear for now then.
Anyway, yeah, hi, Josh here, but you knew that already. This journalling thing, I don't know if it's helping but it's not NOT helping if that makes sense. I guess it's kinda good for helping me remember stuff anyway cos I've been a bit out of it for a while. My first round of chemo in this new stage of treatment was ROUGH. I swear, it made the stuff in the first stage seem like nothing. I had some really hard days... and those were the good ones. I think it's probably a good thing I didn't really journal then, cos I don't really think it's stuff I'd want to remember.
Either way, that's one batch of chemo done and out of the way. I'm five days into this bit of recovery time and I don't have to have more until, like, the middle of January, so I get all of Christmas and New Year without being pumped full of horrible shit. Yay for that, I guess.
Sigh. I made it type that cos I don't think it picks up the noise when I make it. What am I sighing about? Well Christmas, obviously! I'd never really been into Christmas before. The ones growing up were crappy cos mum always worked and just kinda left me with my cunty brothers whose idea of a fun Christmas was destroying everything mum bought for me and making me watch. Cunts. I guess I got into it a bit more once I got adopted by the school, or by Jack I suppose.
Christmas at the Sons of Kingswood' house are really fun. I've had two so far. Any time there's a special occasion, it's really nice cos some of the older Sons of Kingswood come back to visit as a sort of reunion, so I got to meet some of my other big brothers'. They're all so nice and they always made such a big fuss of me and Ellis and Jensen (before he went off to Uni). This year won't be the same though. I'm staying here, they say I'm not ready to be out of medical supervision yet, so it was either stay here or be moved to hospital.
I guess being here won't be all bad though. Just like half-term, Mark's gonna be staying (more on him later) here over Christmas, cos his family sound like almost as big a bunch of cunts as mine and don't want him to come home. Fuck them! It sucks that I don't get to see the others, but it's Christmas, they should totally be with family. I get them all year, so it's only fair. It won't be JUST me and Mark though I expect. There's almost always other guys who end up staying. It's a nice way to meet people I wouldn't normally get to spend time with... not that I get to spend much time with anyone laying in bed here!
In other news, something's kicked off between Danny and Rob, I can tell, but nobody wants to talk to me about it. I swear it's like they think telling me anything bad's gonna make me drop dead or something! Rob's STILL not made up with Milo either, which is annoying as fuck as they won't tell me what's going on either. Hopefully they'll make up when they're home for Christmas though. I don't think there's much else going on, everyone's just excited for the end of term and the Christmas party and going home.
I guess that only leaves one thing for me to still talk about, and I guess it's kinda nice to write it down... well, say it and have the computer write it down. You won't tell anyone, will you? Good, I knew I could count on you. Good laptop! Anyway, the thing I wanna write... talk about is... Mark. There's. I mean I'm. What I'm trying to say. Oh my god, why is this so hard? Ugh, Josh you suck, just fucking say it. Okay, I think I'm in love with Mark. There, I said it and the world didn't end... I hope. Nope, just looked round, world is still here.
Ugh, it's so confusing. I think I'm in love with him but I don't know if I'm in love with him. I feel funny when I think about him, but with the chemo and everything, I get funny feelings all the time, but I suppose the one for Mark is weird and scary but kinda fun and exciting too. Most of the chemo feelings revolve around wanting to throw up. Mark doesn't make me want to throw up. Mark makes me want to kiss him. He's so nice and so sweet and so FUCKING sexy.
I definitely think it's more than just liking him. He walks in and I just feel like I'm floating... although again, that could be the medication. We'll hang out and talk and I just want to never stop talking to him. Or he'll sit on the bed with me and we'll watch videos about dancing or football or rugby and we kinda cuddle and it makes me want to cry... in a good way, not like the chemo does! When visiting time's over and he gets up and I feel him not at my side anymore I just feel empty and sad and I miss him. He can literally still be in the room and I'll already miss him.
I don't even know when this started. It just kinda hit me the other day and now it's all I can think about when he's around. I need to stop it though cos I think it's making me act weird and I don't want it to mess up our friendship. I could always tell him, he might think it's funny. At least then I don't have it all bottled up and we'd get a good laugh out of it.
Yes, I know what you're thinking... maybe he likes me back! Well, let me stop you right there. I'm cancer kid. I'm all pale and grey and bald and ugly and I throw up all the time and my mouths covered in sores and he's... he's like one of those people on social media who has like a gajillion followers for doing nothing other than looking pretty, except he's not like them cos he has a brain and a personality, so yeah, we're not exactly in the same league. I'm not complaining though. He's one of my best friends and if I don't get to be IN love with him, at least I get to just love him! That's good enough for me.
Sigh. Yes, I made it type it again. I wish Mark was here, but he's in Drama... not that I've memorised his schedule or anything. Shut up, you can't judge me, you're just a journal. Well I guess that's all for now. I'm gonna rest cos they said if I'm doing well tomorrow they'd let me go to the Christmas party for a little while. Stage Fright are one of the bands performing and Mark looks so sexy on stage! Buh bye for now.
"You look lost in thought," Adrian said as he approached Danny who was staring down the football field at his team. He smirked a little as he added, "Makes sense, you don't visit often!"
"Hmm," Danny hummed thoughtfully, not even validating the playful insult with a response, "Just... wondering if we're ready!"
The main competition of the sporting year for the Kingswood boys was the SCIPS (Southern Counties Inter-School Partnership Scheme) Tournament. The bulk of the tournament would be played out during the second term of the school year, starting with their first match in early January.
Tonight was the final team practice before the Christmas break and while most of the boys were thinking about nothing other than the festive period. As Captain, Danny couldn't help worrying more about the upcoming match.
"At this point we're either ready or we're not!" Adrian said with a shrug.
"Well thank you Captain Obvious!" Danny said bluntly.
Adrian pouted slightly, then replied and said, "All I meant was that at this point, worrying about it isn't gonna change anything!"
"No, but changing things can change things!" Danny stated. "See, I can say obvious shit too!" he said pointedly.
"Jesus, who shat on your cornflakes?" Adrian baulked.
Danny scowled as he replied, "Eww, you know I hate that saying! Ugh, sorry, I'm being a dick again, aren't I!"
"Honestly, yeah, but..." Adrian paused to shrug, "I kinda get it. The match, Josh, Rob, your never-ending quest to sleep with every male in existence... you've got a lot going on!"
Danny felt his fist clench slightly but forced himself to release it.
"Just chill," Adrian insisted. "For the match, we've switched it up to make up for not having Josh and we're looking really strong, I think you forget how good you are at this Captain shit," Adrian explained. "As for Josh...he seems to be doing well. The Rob thing... whatever it is... this is what you guys do, you argue, you pout for a while and then you make up and get right back to shaggin'... which also helps with that whole `sleeping with everyone' plan!"
"I don't sleep with everyone!" Danny scowled.
"You're right. Sleeping is a waste of good fucking time, am I right!" Adrian said with a grin, holding his hand up for a high-five.
"Don't insult me and then expect me to congratulate you for it!" Danny said, frowning at the raised hand.
"Where's the insult? You have a lot of sex with a lot of people!" Adrian said, slightly confused.
"Just... forget it and get back to practice!" Danny said dismissively.
"Well, I, umm... I actually came over to... ask you something," Adrian said a little timidly.
"Oh yes? Let's hear it," Danny said a little moodily.
Adrian looked round for a moment then said, "Well you and me... we... we haven't really... done much this term, together I mean and I was thinking..."
"That I'm a slut and you need to use my slutty services now that it's convenient for you?" Danny interjected unhappily, scowling at Adrian angrily.
"No!" Adrian said, recoiling sharply. "I just... miss my friend and thought..." he paused, shaking his head as he avoided looking at Danny, "Sorry, never mind!"
Danny sighed as he muttered, "Not again," at himself. "Hey," he said as he reached out and placed a hand on Adrian's shoulder, "Chris is at music club later and I'm not busy. Maybe we can hang out!"
Adrian looked at Danny and smiled. "I'd like that!" he said cheerfully.
"Yeah, me too," Danny replied. He had been intending to spend his free time at the gym, but Mr Rudd was still nagging him to cut back, so this killed two birds with one stone. "I'll see you after practice then. For now, let's get back to it!" he said as he started heading over towards the team.
"No, I'm not exaggerating," Nicky said, shaking his head at Gray. "Have you never noticed?" he asked in surprise.
The two boys were hanging out as Music Club, which was mostly being spent on finalising arrangements for performances at the Christmas party the following night. As usual, Nicky had ended up chatting with Gray when the subject had turned to Mikey, or more specifically, his seemingly natural musical talent.
"I'm not as gullible as YOU look," Gray scoffed, "Stop having me on!"
"I'm not. Seriously!" Nicky commented. "Here, just watch," he said, looking over at Mikey who was sat casually tapping away on the drums while waiting for Stage Fright to run through a couple of their song choices. Nicky started a song playing, quietly enough to not disturb the conversations taking place at the other end of the room, but loud enough for Mikey to hear.
Gray watched in amusement as Mikey began drumming along perfectly to the tune, seemingly not even paying attention to it. "Pfft, you probably just play that one all the time," he scoffed, snatching the phone from Nicky's hand. "Let me pick something!" he insisted as he scrolled through the song selection. He started another song and skipped randomly into the middle then watched.
Within two bars, Mikey was drumming along perfectly, as if he'd been playing it for years.
"Hmm, he probably just knows that one too!" Gray said, still suspicious.
"Oh yeah," Nicky said sarcastically. "He's so totally into..." he paused to lean over and look at the phone, "...Balthasar Gerards Kommando! Who the fuck even is that!?"
"Whatever," Gray said, waving Nicky away before switching songs again. As Mikey once again joined in perfectly, Gray frowned and said, "Fuck, you really weren't kidding! That's... freaky but kinda cool!"
"Yeah, that's Mikey," Nicky giggled.
"I can see why you love him so much," Gray said as he stopped the music.
"Yeah," Nicky agreed, looking over at Mikey as he returned to casually drumming our random riffs, looking completely lost in his own thoughts. "He's my best friend," he sighed contentedly.
"He's more than that, right!" Gray said with a wry smirk.
Nicky recoiled as he replied, "No!"
"Well, you dated him and you still sleep together. That seems like more!" Gray explained.
"Huh, how the tables have turned! Who's the stalker now?" Nicky teased.
"Oh, so you admit you were the stalker before?" Gray asked, grinning at his deflection.
"God, you're so annoying," Nicky said with a gentle chuckle, "But seriously, me and Mikey... yeah, sure, we're REALLY close, but... we've even talked about this. Best friends is the limit now and we're both okay with that!"
"You're MY best friend, y'know," Gray said, then blushed profusely.
"I... umm... oh... I..." Nicky stuttered awkwardly.
"Relax, I know I'm not yours and that's fine, I'd never expect to be," Gray said with a gentle shrug. "It's just... my first term here's been pretty great all round, but... you make it even better!" As he saw Nicky go to reply, he quickly added, "And I know takin' the piss out of each other's totally our thing but..."
"I'm not!" Nicky interrupted, shaking his head. "I wouldn't take the piss, not for that. I think it's really cool that you feel..." Nicky paused mid-sentence and cocked his head thoughtfully as he said, "Actually, no, what I think's really cool is that you feel like you can say that to me! I know talking about feelings is hard, it took literal therapy for me to do it, so... seriously, thanks for... for saying that!"
"And then Gray faded away as Nicky realised he had never been real, but was just his own mind teaching him a valuable lesson on the importance of feelings..." Gray said, waving his hand.
"What the fuck are you on about!?" Nicky guffawed.
"Sorry, that would've just been a really funny way to end a storyline," Gray sniggered.
"Huh," Nicky suddenly frowned, looking round at Mikey.
"Huh?" Gray mimicked in query.
"Oh, it's just... narrating yourself like that... that's something Mikey used to do, but... he hasn't done it for ages!" Nicky said thoughtfully.
"He narrates himself? Wow, he really is a weird one," Gray stated, then shrugged and added, "In a fun way!" As he saw Nicky still staring at the other boy, he asked, "Wait, is it a good thing or a bad thing that he's stopped doing it?"
Nicky sighed softly and shook his head as he looked back to Gray and said, "I'm really not sure. He usually did it most when he was stressed, so... I guess less narrating means less stress, but at the same time it was kind of his way of sharing his feelings, so... is he bottling stuff up instead?"
"Will Nicky get to the bottom of the mystery of Mikey? Will Mikey ever narrate again? Will Nicky ever get over his crazy stalking obsession with Gray? Stay tuned to find out as the Tales from Kingswood continue..." Gray said, putting on an attempted narrator voice. As he got an incredulous eyebrow raise from Nicky, he sniggered and said, "What? I just thought that'd be a funny way to end this scene!"
"You are SO weird!" Nicky said, shaking his head. A moment later he grinned and added, "Luckily, I like weird!"
"Oy, stop flirting, we need ya!" Chris suddenly called out, having seemingly already called out once before and not been heard.
Nicky blushed at the comment and flashed Gray an awkward smile before hurrying over to join his bandmates.
"So here's our setlist for tomorrow," Chris said, handing out a list of songs to Mark, Mikey and Nicky.
Nicky scoffed as he ran his eyes down the list. "Ugh, typical," he huffed.
"Problem?" Chris asked pointedly.
"Would it matter?" Nicky said back just as sharply.
"If you've got something to say, just say it!" Chris demanded.
"Why? So you can just ignore it?" Nicky asked, very clearly frustrated. "Again!" he added abruptly.
Chris recoiled at the response and asked, "When have I ignored you?"
"It's probably easier to pick out when you haven't!" Nicky said angrily.
Chris went to reply but took a breath instead. Nodding gently, he said, "Okay, we definitely seem to have an issue here, but... day before a big performance probably isn't the time to have it out!"
"True," Nicky said, his anger cooling a little thanks to the rational response.
"Yeah," Mikey chimed in, "I mean, look at what happened before the year eight competition!"
"Oh. Wow. Shots fired!" Chris said, shaking his head as he looked to Nicky, who had been the perpetrator of the incident Mikey was referring to.
"Okay, I probably deserve that," Nicky said with a wry grin. "But seriously, yeah, let's talk about this another time."
"Wow," Mark finally joined in. "This might be the most civilised argument I've ever seen!"
As the others laughed, Chris shrugged and said, "Not surprising. I'd rather hug than fight, Nicky hates confrontation, you're the nicest person on the planet, and Mikey..."
"What about me?" Mikey asked, scowling at the sudden pause.
<<You're a lunatic. You're a psychopath. You're dangerous. You're likely to punch people.>>
<<You're a bitch, you're a lover, you're a child, you're a mother...>>
Chris smiled as he said, "Mikey's just not that bothered, he's just here to hang out with us and hit things with sticks!" Chris said, repeating Mikey's own explanation of his presence in their band and music club. "Right?" he added questioningly.
"This is true!" Mikey nodded, twirling a drumstick in his fingers.
"Come on then, let's go practice your crappy playlist," Nicky said, shooting Chris a teasing smirk.
Wednesday 21 December 2022
As Chris stirred slightly, his mind just hinting at consciousness, he reached to his side and felt the body next to him. Cuddling up close to it, he raised his head and glanced at the clock, then at the mess of blonde hair beside him to confirm it was definitely Danny, then mumbled, "Are you back already?"
"No, I haven't left!" Danny replied softly.
Their normal morning routine was always the same now. Danny would awake early, go to the gym, then come back and get into bed to wake Chris and have cuddles before they had to get up and go to breakfast.
Chris let out a gentle whine and said, "Don't go!"
"Okay," Danny agreed.
"What!?" Chris exclaimed, suddenly very alert as his eyes opened fully.
"I'm not going," Danny stated, "I'm... skipping the gym today!" The words almost caught in his throat as he said them. It wasn't a desire to take a rest day driving him. It wasn't even the thought of staying in bed with Chris. It was simply to make Mr Rudd and Dr Arkwright shut up about their insistence he was over-exerting himself.
"Yay," Chris said quietly, not wanting to disturb Mikey and Nicky. He happily wrapped himself around Danny, who nestled back against him. He kissed the top of Danny's head as it rested against his chest. "How you doing today?" he asked softly.
"I'm good," Danny replied immediately. He held for a moment, awaiting Chris' response, but when none came he tilted his head back a little and glanced upwards. Chris was staring back at him. "What?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
Chris sighed. "Nothing," he said softly, "I know you're not okay, and that's fine. I'll listen when you're ready!"
Danny nuzzled his face back into Chris' chest and gripped him tightly as he said quietly, "I really don't deserve you!"
"Yeah, you do," Chris giggled, kissing the top of Danny's head. "And make sure you remember how much you love me in a minute when I start nagging you to talk to Rob!"
Danny huffed in sheer frustration. "Come on, give it a rest," he complained.
"He's your friend. Whatever he did can't be that bad, can it?" Chris asked. "Or if it's something YOU did..."
"It's not!" Danny snapped sharply, then winced as he realised his volume and added more quietly, "This is all on him!"
"Okay, well... whatever it was... is it something worth losing a friend over?" Chris asked as he stroked his fingers through Danny's hair.
"No," Danny pouted, "But still... HE'S the dick here, he should make the first move!"
"Danny, mate, seriously... it's Rob! He's stubbornness in human form. The only person who can EVER get him to face up to shit is you, and I know it's not fair cos this time it sounds like you're the victim, but... it's on you!" Chris explained.
"Everything always is," Danny mumbled to himself.
"Huh?" Chris enquired.
"Nothing," Danny sighed. "You're right. He's an arse, but... ugh, I hate being me sometimes!"
"We can swap if you like. You be me and I'll be you!" Chris said playfully.
"That'd be nice. I'd appreciate the break," Danny said wearily.
Chris frowned a little at the comment, stroked Danny's hair again and asked, "Sure you don't wanna talk about other stuff?"
Danny raised his head to look at Chris, to stare into his beautiful green eyes. He gave a gentle smile and said, "Soon, I promise!"
Chris let out a gentle sigh as he said, "Hey, it was nice seeing you hanging out with Adey last night. Did ya have fun?"
Danny thought for a moment then nodded and smiled a little as he said, "Yeah, I guess I did."
"Good," Chris said with a slight nod.
Before Chris could probe any deeper into anything else, or ask any other difficult questions, Danny gave a wry grin and whispered, "Since we're up, and I'm not going anywhere, you wanna..." He finished the question by thrusting his hips to press his dick against Chris' leg.
"Hmm," Chris hummed thoughtfully for a moment, then nodded and said, "How's about jerkin' each other off while we make out?"
"Sounds good to me!" Danny said happily. He immediately grabbed Chris and pull him into a kiss, eager without being aggressive. For a moment, kissing was all they did, enjoying the feeling as their tongues started to get more involved.
Chris let his hand take a quick tour of Danny, starting in his hair before sliding down his neck, onto his shoulder and to his chest where he briefly tweaked a nipple. Hearing a muted giggle echo into his mouth, he continued his hand down, slipping round the back to squeeze at the pert, fleshy mound of Danny's perfect little butt. The hand only remained in place a few moments before reaching its final destination inside Danny's underwear. His fingers wrapped around the thick, fleshy tube and began to stroke as he felt the same in return.
Losing himself in the embrace, Danny completely lost track of anything else that was going on until he felt the twinge of an imminent orgasm. He pulled his mouth away a little and whispered, "I'm close!"
"Okay, speed up," Chris whispered back, slowing the speed of his strokes. He let out a playful giggle as he felt Danny's hand rocket to full speed, though it soon gave way to a pleasured gasp as the speedy strokes thrust him rapidly towards climax. "Okay, I'm close too, I'm close, slow down a bit!" he gasped.
Now synchronised, they leaned in to begin kissing again as Chris knocked Danny's hand away, placed their dicks together and wrapped his hands around them both, masturbating them in unison. Determined to keep kissing the whole way through it, they ejaculated in a series of muffled, high-pitched whimpers as their lips remained locked. Their dicks and Chris' hand were covered in spunk by the time he finally stopped stroking.
Looping his thumb and forefinger around the base of Danny's dick, he pulled his hand up to squeegee off all of the spunk before repeating the gesture with his own, then lifted his hand bearing the two loads as they pulled apart a little. They grinned devilishly at each other for a moment before both ravenously licking away at their shared load. By the time it was all gone, their lips had met in the middle and they returned to making out, which they had every intention of continuing until it was time to get up.
To Nicky,' the letter waiting on the chair stated. Nicky smiled as he headed for it. His weekly sessions with Locky' (as he had started calling the mystery person holding his chastity keys) was one of the best parts of his week. Not just because he actually got to have a boner and get some action, which was certainly a perk, but mostly because he had really started building a strong affinity with... whoever it was!
A few weeks earlier, he had actually felt like they were close to kissing, though he had been restrained and blindfolded at the time, so it was hard to be sure. Nothing like that had come up again, but their sessions had gone on and both still seemed to enjoy every moment of it.
Eagerly opening the letter, Nicky started to read:
Dear Nicky, Merry Christmas to my favourite person I have in chastity', I don't think there's actually a name for that! Anyway, this is obviously our last session before the Christmas break and I hope you don't mind a slight spoiler... I'm going to make you cum!'
"Fuck yes," Nicky grunted. Contrary to what he had always felt before it all started, Nicky had come to really enjoy being locked in chastity, cum denial and the weekly edging he was enduring at the hands (and mouth) of Locky. That said, he REALLY missed cumming, so he could already feel his dick throbbing in its cage at the prospect. Excitedly, he read on.
`When we're done today though, I'm not planning on re-locking you. Don't worry, I'm not breaking up with you haha. I just feel like the chastity bit has played its part and I really don't want you getting bored... plus I REALLY like seeing you without the cage on!'
Nicky felt a sudden rush of feelings. Not breaking up with you'? Did that mean he felt like they were together? Not planning on re-locking you'? Did that mean their sessions were over? `Don't want you getting bored'? Did that mean Locky was actually the one getting bored? Nicky's mind was racing as he questioned and over-analysed everything.
"He likes seeing me!" Nicky said a little shakily. Being looked at and/or physically admired had been a bit of a trigger for Nicky at one point. Gradually he was getting past it and actually starting to enjoy the attractiveness others saw in him, but for someone he liked... or someone he thought he liked... to say that was confusing in a really thrilling way. He continued on with the letter.
`I didn't want to just assume you want this to keep going, so this is kind of a way out if you happen to want it. Even though I'm leaving you unlocked, I'm planning on being here the day we get back after Christmas break at 1pm. If you're here... great. If you decide not to be, I understand and thank you for a really fun couple of months! Anyway, see you in a minute xxx'
Nicky smiled as he started to undress. Locky just sounded so wonderfully sweet and considerate. Did he really think Nicky wanted out though? After all the chances he had already been given, he kept on coming back. For now though, he had cumming to do!
A couple of minutes later, Nicky was naked and locked in his usual position on the chair, blindfold on and timer locks counting down to his eventual release. As he heard someone come in and lock the door behind him, he felt a fluttering feeling in his stomach. "I'll be here!" he blurted out. "Ugh, smooth," he mumbled to himself as he heard footsteps approaching. "What I mean is... about your letter, when you said you'll be here after New Year... I will be too. I definitely don't want this to stop!"
Nicky let out a gentle mew of happiness as he felt fingers stroke through his hair before moving down to caress his chest.
"Oh my god, I swear if you don't unlock me soon my dick might just hulk its way out of that thing!" Nicky chuckled.
There was a quiet jingle of keys being pulled out, followed a few moments later by hands on Nicky's balls and cage. A quick unlock and the cage pulled away. Nicky was already halfway hard before the ring was even removed.
"Ah yeah, that's it," Nicky gasped as he felt a hand around his dick. "Oh, fuck," he added in surprise as he felt the hand stroking him begin to move quickly. This was certainly not normal. Locky usually started off slowly, spending the first twenty or so minutes gradually working Nicky up to his first edge, before spending the rest of the time teasing him back and forth. It seemed that was not the plan today.
Nicky had not cum since the session before half-term break, two months earlier. A two month wait, weekly edgings from Locky and daily teasing from Mikey. To say he was ready to blast was about as big an understatement as it was possible to make!
"Oh god, fuck, fuck, I'm already close. Fuck, fuck, fuck... you gotta slow down!" Nicky gasped as his back arched, his fists clenched and his toes curled. The stroking continued and he began to let out a series of high-pitched groans as he realised this was no edging, Locky fully intended to make cum, and quickly too!
"OH... MY... FUCKING GOD!" Nicky screamed out as he began to ejaculate. He couldn't see how high he was shooting, but the time between the release of each spurt and when it rained down over him suggested he was getting some impressive air. The spasms of his colossal cock were intense and rapid, each shot firing within moments of the last in a series of spurts that felt like they might never end. Nicky remained tensed, yelping his pleasured whimpers as Locky's stroking slowly stopped and the orgasm began to subside. He could feel the last dribbles of jizz dripping out into his stomach as Locky's hand remained firmly grasped around the shaft, just below the head.
Panting desperately for a few moments, Nicky slowly began to catch his breath. His head was spinning, his heart was pounding and he was drenched with a mix of sweat and spunk. "That..." he tried to speak, but paused, needing a few more moments. Composing himself, he tried once again and said, "That was... genuinely... the most incredible orgasm... of my entire fucking life. Holy... fucking shit!
The only sound in the room was Nicky's slowly calming breathing as he laid still, locked in place, Locky's hands casually roaming his body and sizeable cock.
"So... you planned this... as a short session, did you?" Nicky asked, curious about the timing of the orgasm.
He felt nothing in return beyond the continued casual caresses. Just as he managed to get his breathing back under control, Nicky felt Locky grasp his dick once again. This was no casual touch though, he was stroking it!
"Oh fuck," Nicky gasped. "When you... said you were gonna make me cum... you meant... more than once, didn't you?" He felt Locky tweak his nipple, the one they used to silently indicate `yes'. "Oh my god," Nicky shuddered at the prospect.
A few moments later, Nicky felt Locky tweak his right nipple, followed promptly his left, then the same again. The alternation between yes' and no' had been previously established as Locky's way of asking a question, though it was normally up to Nicky to figure out what that question actually was. Today it seemed obvious.
"Is that you asking me if I'm okay with this?" Nicky asked with a lop-sided grin.
A tweak for yes.
"Definitely a yes!" Nicky said eagerly. "Don't worry, I know the safe word. You do whatever you wanna do! I'm guessing things are about to get messy!"
Locky twirled a finger through a glob of spunk on Nicky's stomach.
"Okay, messi-ER!" Nicky chuckled. "Merry fucking Christmas to me!" he added with a laugh as he felt Locky get to work on making him cum for the second time.
"I'll see you both later," Mr Rudd said with a nod to Rob and Josh before heading out of Josh's room.
"Ugh, he looked so sad!" Josh sighed as the stared at the closed door.
"You couldn't even see his face!" Rob scoffed. "But yeah, he sounded pretty bummed," he added glumly.
Mr Rudd had been the first to volunteer as a potential donor for the stem cell transplant that would make up the final stage of Josh's treatment. Having been tested, they had found out earlier that he wasn't a good enough match for Josh and couldn't donate. The news had been just as bad for the other volunteers who had been tested so far, made up of virtually every viable adult working at the school. It was all disappointing, but not completely surprising. They had known from the start that Josh was a rare type, and with the extremely high risk of his cancer's return, they were only looking for the very best possible match for donation.
"He wanted to help me so badly," Josh pouted. "Plus, y'know... I'd definitely feel better knowing I had a donor lined up!"
"I know," Rob nodded, reaching out to stroke Josh's hand gently. "Don't get too down though. We're still a long way off from that and... I kinda have some news on that!"
"Oh?" Josh enquired, cocking his head curiously.
"Well, you know donors have to be over eighteen," Rob started. "Cos we're so early in the year, only a few of the year thirteens are old enough. Pretty much every one of them's offered to get tested, and they're making arrangements for each of them to get tested pretty much the day they turn eighteen. For once, having months until the end is actually kinda helpful!"
"They... they'll all... they're..." Josh stuttered, getting a little teary. "That's amazing. Guessing that's your doing!"
"Just my idea, but I barely even had to ask. I fucking love this place sometimes!" Rob said, smiling through his mask.
"You're the best," Josh said, sighing contentedly.
"Thanks. Keep that in mind for a moment, could you," Rob said, feeling a little anxious.
"Why?" Josh scowled.
"Well even with all of them getting tested, we still might not get a perfect match," Rob explained, "And statistically, the best possible match..."
"NO!" Josh yelled angrily. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU THIS! NO!" He paused for a moment, slightly breathless. "We went over this. Don't you fucking even dare say their names!"
"Josh, just... come on," Rob huffed back. Earlier in the week, when discussing this same subject, Rob had brought up the possibility of contacting Josh's biological brothers as they were the most likely people to be a perfect match for him. Just as it was going now, it had not gone well! "They're your best..."
"NO!" Josh interrupted again. He sat up and glared at Rob, visibly seething. "You listen to me. I will NOT give them the pleasure of crawling back to those CUNTS to ask for help and I would literally rather be DEAD than have anything from them inside of me! Do you get that? I'm not exaggerating. I would rather be DEAD!"
"Okay, okay, okay," Rob said, raising his hands defensively. "I get it. I'm sorry. I just... I just want you to be okay!" he said shakily.
"I will be!" Josh said firmly, "But without THEM!"
"Okay, I won't bring it up again, I'm sorry!" Rob said sheepishly.
Josh sighed and reached a hand out, which Rob gently grasped. "I'm sorry too. I know you just want what's best for me. You always have!"
"And always will!" Rob said, nodding sincerely.
With the matter very firmly addressed, the two carried on chatting away for several minutes before the door opened and two more masked figures walked in.
"Mark!" Josh exclaimed happily as he saw who it was.
"Umm... and Danny!" Mark said, gesturing a little awkwardly to the seemingly overlooked figure by his side.
"Yeah, fuck me, I guess," Danny joked, then his eyes fell on Rob as he added, "Cos apparently everybody does!"
Josh just laughed, oblivious to the nature of the argument between the two friends.
"Sorry, forget that," Danny mumbled quickly then looked straight to Rob and said, "Actually, can we go talk?"
"Yes. Yes you can!" Josh said, reaching out to shove Rob from his seat, eager to get the two to make up.
Mark looked back and forth between the two. He had ended up taking on a role of peacekeeper within the dorm, a constant neutral party in any squabbles and arguments that popped up. Getting a nod of assurance from both, he waved them off before taking a seat beside a happy-looking Josh.
Danny and Rob remained silent as they headed out of the medical facility, pulling off their PPE as they left. "Where are we going?" Rob eventually asked as they reached the atrium.
"I dunno, I was just following you," Danny said with a shrug.
"I was just following you!" Rob replied.
They both chuckled, but it stopped as they both just looked awkward.
Danny looked up. The atrium stretched right up to the roof, with skylights letting light flood in, with the stairs to the first, second and third floors circling round the large open area. "This way," he said as he started up the stairs.
They continued up past their usual stop on the second floor, then entered a doorway just as they reached the third-floor landing. A final flight of stairs awaited them, which they silently made their way up, then out onto the roof.
"Peace garden... it felt appropriate," Danny said with a slight shrug.
"Fair," Rob nodded. "But cold though!" he said as the cool air whipped around them.
"Over here," Danny said, gesturing to a small, round stone temple that was sheltered on three sides by climbing plants. He sat down on the bench inside as Rob sat beside him. "So..." he said, then paused.
"Yeah, so..." Rob said back, pausing too.
"You slut-shamed me!" Danny said accusingly.
"No, I... just slut-shamed in general," Rob said defensively, "And it just... happened to apply to you too!" As he saw the look on Danny's face, he blushed a little and said, "That's not really any better, is it?"
"No, it's not!" Danny said with a disappointed headshake. "Look, I'm man enough to admit I blew some of that up bigger than it needed to be, but..."
"You wouldn't have had anything to blow up if I hadn't said what I did in the first place, I know!" Rob said, nodding as he pouted a little. "I didn't mean to upset you, Danny. I swear!"
"But you did!" Danny replied a little pointedly.
"I did," Rob agreed.
"I just don't get it," Danny said, shaking his head. Beating the crap out of someone. Having issues with people having sex, that stuff isn't you. Yeah, you're jealous and obsessive and stubborn as fuck... and I promise I'm not saying that to hurt you!"
"I know," Rob nodded.
"But you know all that stuff about yourself and I know you're working on it, but you're not... violent, you're not mean. So... what the fuck, Rob?" Danny asked, genuinely confused.
"It's really not that complicated," Rob said with a dismissive shrug.
"What, it's cos he's your little brother. You're protective and you still see him as a little kid?" Danny guessed.
"That's definitely part of it!" Rob admitted, feeling a little awkward for actually acknowledging it. "But mostly it's just... it's what you already said. I'm... jealous!"
"Of what?" Danny asked, shaking his head at Rob. "Of Milo getting to be with Ivan? Of Ivan getting to be with Milo?" he asked, though as he saw the disgusted look on Rob's face, he quickly added, "I won't judge if this is a brother thing. I've seen weirder and it's not a problem!"
"No, eww, no. I don't... I don't wanna be with Milo, eww!" Rob scoffed.
Danny shrugged as he asked, "Then what? What have you got to be jealous of? You already have two boyfriends who you shag every other day, and I know we haven't done it much, but you've got me and... and you know you have other options too!"
"Yeah, but none of that's normal!" Rob said sadly. As he saw Danny looking at him curiously, he sighed and let out a gentle groan at having to explain. It felt crazy enough just in his own head. Out loud it would likely sound truly insane. "You and Chris have sex, like, all the time, and I know Nicky and Mikey do it too and now James and David are at it and Luke's been doing it with Jazz pretty much since they met, and I'm just... the freak who doesn't do it!"
"You... but we... I know that you..." Danny stuttered, trying to grasp it. His eyes suddenly widened as he nodded and said, "Ohhh, you mean... like... fucking, right?"
Rob nodded silently for a moment, then said, "I already felt like the odd one out, but then along comes Milo and he's... he's unlocked in year seven, and he's not... not having issues like I did with feeling left out and he's... he's actually fucking people with no problems and it's just... it doesn't feel fair. How's it so easy for everyone else and so fuckin' messed up for me?"
"Is this maybe... related to when you DID try it?" Danny asked. As Rob nodded, Danny thought back to the two times Rob actually had engaged in anal sex. They had been far from a positive experience, actually bordering on assault, mostly through misunderstanding and a lack of communication. It had messed Rob up at the time and almost cost him his relationship with Luke. Danny sighed, unsure how to put Rob at ease at first, until an idea struck him.
As Danny stood up, he held a hand out to Rob, which he accepted, then started walking over towards the end of the building. "Okay, you like buildings and shit, don't ya!" Danny stated, as Rob's love of architecture was well known.
"Yes, `buildings and shit', that's the exact name of the industry I'm interested in," Rob said with a slight smirk.
"Y'know, it's be SO easy to push you over the edge and make it look like an accident," Danny said with a wicked smirk. It got a laugh from Rob. As they looked out across the grounds, Danny pointed and said, "Okay, look. You've got the teacher's home building there," he gestured to the Edwardian building that looked like a smaller version of the main Home Building, "And you've got the School Building!" He pointed the other way to the more modern design of the other structure. "So here's what you need to do. You need to find a way to make the roof of that building," he pointed to the first one, "Fit onto that one," he pointed to the other, "And make it a perfect fit and look good too!"
"What?" Rob exclaimed. "That's... that's stupid. It... it couldn't work," Rob stuttered, "They're totally different sizes and shapes and styles. It just... wouldn't work!"
"Exactly!" Danny stated. "But that's what you're trying to do. You're trying to make YOURSELF fit with something that's a completely different size and shape and style!"
"Oh!" Rob nodded, catching onto the clumsy analogy.
"And to make it worse, you're blaming the other building for matching its roof!" Danny added. He frowned a little and said, "Sorry, that made sense in my head."
"No," Rob said, shaking his head. "I get it. I mean, you're fuckin' mental, but I get it!" he said with a firm head bob. "I'm beating myself up for not doing something that I don't want to do, and I'm taking it out on you when it's not your fault!"
"Not just me!" Danny said, folding his arms sternly.
Rob raised his hands to rub his face and kept them there as he grumbled, "I'm a bad brother!"
Danny reached out and pulled Rob so he was gently holding him and said, "You are, but... that just means there's room to get better!"
"Yeah," Rob said softly, letting Danny hold him for a second. He eventually pulled back and said, "I'm sorry I offended you. You know how much I love you and respect you, don't you?"
"I do!" Danny nodded. "Just don't let it happen again. I swear, if I have to teach you the whole `don't bottle it up' lesson one more time, I'm gonna have to start kicking some sense into you, literally!"
"Yeah, for a smart guy I'm pretty dumb sometimes," Rob sighed.
"And hey, turns out that for a dumb guy, I'm pretty smart sometimes!" Danny added, smiling playfully.
Rob laughed for a second, then cocked his head thoughtfully and said, "That might be the first smile I've seen from you in fuckin' ages. Are you... okay? Am I being a bad friend too? I mean, more than the whole slut-shaming thing!"
"No, I'm fine!" Danny insisted, forcing another smile. "You just worry about sorting stuff with Milo. On the bright side, you have the whole Christmas break to do it!"
"Josh still doesn't know!" Rob said, grinning broadly.
"Well, have you solved the equation?" Chris demanded as he stood in the middle of the classroom staring at Mr Beecham, who was currently wearing nothing but his underwear.
"No, because just like all the others, it's just absolute gibberish!" Owen (a.k.a. Mr Beecham) said, shaking his head as he gestured to the mess Chris had scribbled on the board.
"Well that's just not good enough," Chris said, shaking his head. "You really must try harder, Owen. You have the potential; you just need to apply yourself!" he went on, doing his best impression of a teacher.
"Very droll, but can we get on with this. I'd rather not get caught with my pants down!" Owen said, glancing nervously at the door that Chris had made a show of NOT locking.
"For failing to answer a SIMPLE equation, you'll have to be punished!" Chris said with a smirk. "Remove your underwear!"
Owen would have objected, but he knew one way or another Chris would get his way. Plus, part of him truly enjoyed being tortured by the boy. He knew fully well what he was letting himself in for when he let Chris hold the keys to his chastity device. He pulled down his underwear and tossed it onto the pile of discarded clothing, leaving him now nude in his usual classroom, aside from the device holding back his cock from swelling to full firmness. He let out a sigh and asked, "Happy now?"
"I'm about to be!" Chris said, dangling his keys, already bored of the silly roleplay. "Two things are about to happen, Owen," he said as he approached, emphasising the man's name. "You're about to fuck me on your desk... and I'm about to fuck YOU on your desk, but I'll be nice and let you decide the order they happen!"
"Fuck me first!" Owen blurted out without hesitation. As he saw Chris smirking at his eagerness, he added, "Just because if I have to lay there getting fucked by you when I've already cum, I'm gonna be too paranoid about someone walking in to enjoy it."
"Yeah, whatever you gotta tell yourself!" Chris smirked as he pulled off his t-shirt. "I think I'll leave you locked while I do it!" he said as he placed the key down on a desk. "Now bend over," he added as he moved round behind the desk, pushing down his sweatpants and briefs. He kicked off his trainers as he pulled the clothing off, then gave the teacher a gentle shove when he was slow to comply.
"This is so wrong!" Owen muttered.
"That's probably why you're enjoying it so much," Chris chuckled as he reached down between the man's legs and retrieved the glob of pre-cum that was oozing from his erection-denied dick. He leaned over and growled in the teacher's ear, "Thanks for the lube!"
"Ugh, god, why do I let you do these things?" Owen asked, shaking his head.
"Crippling loneliness and a lack of options?" Chris suggested, but immediately flinched and added, "Oh, fuck, that was meant to be a joke but it was just really cunty, wasn't it!"
"It was cunty AND funny!" Owen said as he stood up and turned round. "And just so you know, I'm definitely not lonely and I have PLENTY of options!"
"But you choose me?" Chris asked, wide-eyed. As Owen smiled sweetly and nodded, Chris let out a gentle whine and said, "Okay, turn round and bend over before I cry!"
"Yes sir," Owen chuckled as he bent back over the desk.
Chris was using the man's precum as lubricant as promised, but he had added a glob of actual lube to his fingers before he started probing at the man's butt. "You really have the second sexiest butt in this entire school!" he said as he fingered Owen.
"Second to..." Owen asked curiously.
"Danny, of course!" Chris chuckled. "Now, eyes forward," he added as he started to push his dick inside the slicked-up hole, "And imagine the entire class sitting there watching me rail you!"
"Yeah, that doesn't turn me on as much as it turns you on!" Owen said, with a headshake. "For me, that's literal nightmare fuel!"
"Hmm, okay, well do it, but imagine it's all just a bunch of ME watching!" Chris suggested as he started fucking the man.
"Jesus, a classful of you!? I don't think anyone's escaping that alive!" Owen sniggered.
"Shut up, sir. I'm busy fucking you!" Chris teased.
"Really, I couldn't tell!" Owen teased back.
Chris gasped and slapped Owen's buttock sharply. "Cheeky!" he said as he continued thrusting. "Ugh, when I cum... where d'you want it?" he asked a little breathlessly.
"Cum in me!" Owen said shakily.
"Okay, but if you get pregnant, you have to name it after me!" Chris said jokingly.
Owen snorted with laughter, but it just made Chris let out a shuddery moan as his chuckles made his sphincter tighten and release repeatedly.
"And this is why... laughter in the bedroom... is a good thing," Chris gasped, close to release.
"Bedroom?" Owen asked, looking back over his shoulder.
"Good point," Chris smirked, then let out a low grunt and said, "Fuck, I'm cumming. Damn your perfect, sexy little arse! Ahhhhh yesssss!"
"Unnh, fuck," Owen grunted as he felt the boy's seed filling him up. "God, I really shouldn't enjoy that as much as I do!" he gasped, shaking his head.
Chris pulled out and wiped the tip of his dick over Owen's butt cheek. "Shut up and get on your back!" he snapped, slapping the desk as he walked around it to retrieve the keys.
"Jesus, you really are doing it on here!" Owen chuckled as he move to lay flat on his back on the desk. He quickly propped himself up on both elbows as he watched Chris release his dick from its metal prison. "Ah fuck, I missed that feeling," he panted as he felt himself getting instantly hard.
"Yeah," Chris said as he grasped the swelling tool, "I missed it too!" He held a glob of lubricant in his hand, but before he applied it, he leaned down to give the teacher's dick a brief suck.
"Ah fuck, that's already a lot," Owen gasped. He hadn't cum since the night before he gave Chris the keys for his birthday, back in September. "If you want me fucking you, get on it quick!" he said, taking deep breaths to control his arousal.
Chris pulled away and reached out to apply the lubricant, then climbed onto the desk to straddle the naked man as he reached back to briefly finger himself. "Don't cum until I say so!" Chris ordered.
"I really don't think I'm gonna have much control over that!" Owen chuckled before his eyes rolled back in his head from the sensation of his dick disappearing inside Chris.
"Ah fuck yes!" Chris grunted, reaching down to jerk himself off. He may have cum barely minutes before, but knowing he had his favourite teacher's dick inside him was already getting him ready for another load. He began to masturbate, the motion caused by the rapid gesture enough to stimulate Owen at the same time. Occasionally he clenched his buttocks too, just to add an extra bit of stimulation to the sweaty, near-orgasmic mess beneath him.
"Ah, Chris fuck... fuck... I need to cum," Owen gasped, teetering on the brink from the warm tightness of the boy's butt enveloping his long-neglected prick.
"Not yet!" Chris said, still stroking frantically.
"Chris, come on..." Owen whined.
"Not. Yet!" Chris said pointedly, reaching down to tweak a nipple in time with each word.
"I can't hold it!" Owen squeaked.
"You can!" Chris insisted. "Just a little bit longer. I'm nearly there! You cum when I do!" he ordered.
"Ah, ah hurry, Chris, please... please hurry!" Owen pleaded. He reached out to stroke the boy's torso, then cupped his fleshy pectorals for a moment before moving his fingers in to pinch both nipples at once.
"Ah, that'll do it!" Chris smirked as the extra stimulation pushed him over the edge. As he spurted out a small load, he saw a look of sheer ecstasy wash over Owen's face.
Letting out a series of incomprehensible grunts and moans, Owen began to spurt inside Chris. It was a sizeable load and as Chris bounced eagerly on the spasming cock, a little leaked out and down onto Owen's rapidly-draining balls.
Chris eventually bounced to a stop, both of them sweaty and red-faced and breathless as they stared at each other. They laughed a little as Chris started to climb off. "Okay, best birthday present ever!" Chris sniggered.
"And best Christmas present for me!" Owen added.
Chris sighed as he watched the man stand up. "Well, these are for you," he said, handing over the keys. "Thank you for trusting me with them!"
"Thank for you... being MOSTLY well-behaved with them!" Owen smirked as he took the keys then started to get dressed. "I actually expected more torture!" he admitted.
Chris sighed as he started pulling his clothes on too. "Yeah, I probably would've done more but I've been busy working on a Christmas present for the guys, but I guess... I've also been a bit... distracted!"
"Yeah, you've certainly got a lot going on," Owen nodded sympathetically.
"I'm really worried about Danny!" Chris admitted. "I mean, Josh too, obviously, but... well, it's Danny isn't it! Can't exactly help myself!"
Owen nodded as he replied, "You got that right. Look, he's dealing with a lot too. You all are, but you've got each other. You'll be okay!" He reached out to stroke Chris' hair gently. "And you may not be holding my keys anymore, but you know I'm always here for you, anytime!"
"I know. I appreciate it. Thank you... Mr Beecham!" Chris said a little timidly.
Owen reached out and pulled Chris into a hug. "Owen, to you," he whispered softly, "Always!"
The Christmas Party was in full swing, with the entire school in high spirits as they celebrated their last night at Kingswood before heading home for the holidays. There had been an especially strong air of positivity when Josh showed up. His illness, awful as it was, had been a wonderfully unifying thing for the student body. As Mr Everett, the Headmaster, stated in his opening speech for the party, "Nothing shows off the true spirit of Kingswood quite like the way we come together to face adversity!" Even those who didn't know Josh personally had been rooting for him the whole time, wishing him well, looking out for those affected by the situation, so seeing him in person at the event had been a wonderful moment.
Josh hadn't stuck around that long. He had mostly come to watch Stage Fright in action as they performed their set, having stated that if he missed it, `someone would pay dearly!' Shortly after their set concluded, Josh had headed back. As much as he would have liked to stay, even he had to admit the entire party was a bit much for him.
With another band performing now, Nicky had moved away from the dance floor where most of the school seemed to be. He had been trying to chat with Mikey, Danny and Chris until Mikey decided he wanted to dance. He had known that attempting to get Nicky to do it was a lost cause, but soon wore the other two down and dragged them away, leaving Nicky standing alone for several minutes.
"YOUR PERFORMANCE WAS GREAT!" Nicky heard yelled in his ear. He jumped a little and turned to find Gray grinning at him.
"THANKS!" Nicky shouted back over the loud music, "WANNA GO SOMEWHERE QUIETER?"
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU! CAN WE GO SOMEWHERE QUIETER!" Gray shouted back, then gestured to the exit.
Nicky followed Gray out and breathed deeply as they got out into the cool evening air. Though the music easily carried outside of the tent, it was now quiet enough that they could talk normally without yelling.
"So... great set!" Gray said, pressing his lips together in something that was halfway between smile and frown.
"Yeah, it was very..." Nicky paused, puffing out his cheeks as he exhaled thoughtfully for a moment.
"You hated every second of it!" Gray stated, shaking his head.
"No, I..." Nicky went to argue, but knew Gray could see right through him. "Fine, yes, I did. They didn't take ANY of my song choices and even picked one I actually told them I HATE."
"If they really don't listen to you, why do you even stay?" Gray asked with a shrug.
"They're my band!" Nicky stated. "Plus me and Chris have been singing together since we were, like, twelve!"
"That's a lot of years of not being listened to!" Gray said, raising an eyebrow.
Nicky sighed a little as he shook his head, "To be fair, I never used to speak up anyway, so I guess Chris just kinda got used to making all the decisions!"
"I wouldn't stick with it," Gray said, shaking his head emphatically.
"Well the band would kinda fall apart without me!" Nicky exclaimed. As he saw Gray smirk, he quickly added, "I don't mean that an in `I'm so important' kinda way. I just mean that Mikey's only there cos it means he gets to hang out with me and Chris. If I left, so would he, and then it's more a duo than a band!"
"So?" Gray shrugged. "Not like you've made a lifetime commitment to them, is it?" he stated frankly.
"No, but... ugh, I dumped them once. I can't do it again!" Nicky sighed.
"That's hardly the same!" Gray said dismissively, then smirked a little as he said, "Though it DOES involve a lot of the same people. I guess I see your point." As Nicky nodded, Gray cocked his head sympathetically and said, "But if you're not happy in the band... then you probably shouldn't be in it. I'm not trying to cause any drama, I just... I want you to be happy!"
"Yeah, I understand," Nicky said with a slight nod. He stared back at Gray for a few moments. It was so strange to think of Gray as the new boy. Nicky had been at Kingswood for three years before he showed up, yet somehow it felt like he had always been there. Just as he was about to say something, there was a sudden surge of people from the exit.
"There he is!" Mikey called out. "I FOUND HIM!" he yelled, then realised the others were all right behind him and said, "Oops, thought you were all further away!"
Nicky recoiled at the sight of the group of his dormmates and started, "Umm, if this is about dancing..."
"It's not!" Chris said, grinning. "We're gonna go see Josh!"
"Yeah, just cos he can't handle being over here doesn't mean the party has to stop for him!" Rob explained.
"And we were thinking we'd tell him the news!" Mark added excitedly.
"Umm, I guess I gotta go," Nicky said to Gray as he backed away slowly, starting to follow the others towards the Home Building.
"Hey," Gray called out. "I'm... umm... I'm leaving pretty early tomorrow so I probably won't see you, so... umm... Happy Christmas!"
Nicky stopped and walked back to Gray. "Thanks," he said with a sincere smile. "And Merry Christmas to you too!" he said, then paused awkwardly.
"Thanks. I'll see you in a couple of weeks then!" Gray said, taking a step closer.
"Yeah, yeah you will," Nicky nodded. "Hope you... have a good time!"
"Yeah, yeah same for you," Gray said back.
At the same time, they both leaned in for a hug, but both leaned the same way and butted heads instead.
"Oww!" they said in unison, giggling at the clumsy move.
"Here," Gray smirked, offering his hand instead.
Nicky laughed and took the hand, shaking it firmly as they both sniggered. He kept hold of it for a few seconds longer than he intended..
"NICKY!" Mikey shouted out across the grounds.
"I really do have to do," Nicky said, letting o of Gray's hand to gesture back to the others. "Umm... stalk ya later!" he said with a broad grin.
"Not if I stalk you first!" Gray said back, grinning just as broadly.
Nicky turned and ran to join up with his friends.
A couple of minutes later, the seven of them had made their way inside, cleaned off and sanitised, masked up and headed through into Josh's room. Seven of them arriving at once had not pleased Niall, who was on duty tonight, but he had allowed it... for now!
Josh looked delighted for a moment when his visitors arrived, then scowled and said, "What are you doing here? The party isn't over yet!"
"You're right, it's not. It's carrying on right here!" Mark declared happily.
"You guys are the best!" Josh sighed contentedly.
"I know. I bet you're really gonna miss us over Christmas break!" Chris stated.
David smirked and muttered, "Wow, the award for world's least subtle segue goes to..." He smiled proudly as it got a snort of laughter from Nicky.
"Yeah, sucks I have to stay here all on my own," Josh said with a pout. As far as he knew, the others were still unaware of Mark's parents' decision to just leave him at the school for the entire year, so he was doing his best not to give it away. The `sneaky' smile he gave Mark was not subtle.
"Just think, wouldn't it be great if we could all spend Christmas together!" Rob said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, it would," Josh said wistfully, "Hey, maybe another year!"
"Or maybe this year," Rob replied with a shrug, "I mean, I'd be okay with staying..."
"Yeah, me too," Mark said with a nod.
"Me too!" "And me!" "Sounds fun!" "Sure!" "Why not!" the others all chimed in.
"Yeah," Josh laughed. "You just decide to stay and that's it. That'd be fucking nice!" he scoffed, "Like they'd actually let you!"
"Well... what if we told you they've already let us?" David said, barely containing his glee.
Josh's eyes widened as he stared round at the group. "Wait, are you... are you serious?" he asked, "Don't mess with me. I'm sick. It could literally kill me!"
Mikey laughed as the others all looked horrified. "What? That was funny!" Mikey scoffed, getting a grin from Josh, "But also, yes we're fuckin' serious!"
"Oh my god, that's..." Josh paused mid-sentence. "Wait, no, you can't do that! You should be with your family! David, your dads love Christmas!" he said, looking to David before he turned to Chris and said, "And what about your brothers and sisters! They'll miss you!"
"Yeah, that is QUITE a quandary, isn't it," Chris said, rubbing his chin to look thoughtful. "If only we'd thought of that and arranged for our families to actually come HERE for Christmas so we can all be together, WITH you!"
Josh, who already looked shocked, looked round at the others in absolute bewilderment, his eyes teary. "You... you've really... you've..."
"Mmm-huh," Rob answered with a hum. "We're staying right here, and our families are coming to join us and we're going to have a proper Kingswood Family Christmas!"
"Oh my god, you guys are the best!" Josh said before holding his arms out for hugs from anyone willing to give them.
As they all settled in and started chatting about their plans for Christmas, Mikey caught Nicky's eye and gestured for him to move away from the group.
"What's up?" Nicky asked as they moved through into the adjoining lounge.
"I've got a Christmas present for you!" Mikey said, a massive grin spreading across his face.
"Oh, well in four days you can give it to me," Nicky replied with a wry smirk.
"Hmm, I think you may want this one sooner rather than later!" Mikey said, almost bouncing with anticipation.
Nicky tilted his head as he looked at the shorter boy. Cautiously, he asked, "Okay, what is it?"
"Information!" Mikey said gleefully. He looked round to make sure nobody was nearby, then turned back to Nicky and declared, "I know who Locky is!"
IMPORTANT NOTE: The Kingswood Complication will now be taking a break for seven weeks! In its place, the book 3 bonus story will post weekly for the next seven weeks. Look out for `A Kingswood Family Christmas', starting next week!
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If you wish to read any of my other stories, please see below for links
The Kingswood Saga
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://new.nifty.org/stories/tales-from-kingswood-05107/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://new.nifty.org/stories/half-term-at-kingswood-02038/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-eight-72284/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/a-very-kingswood-easter-59761/
The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-kingswood-effect-64914/
Chris and Danny's Super Sexy Summer (Book 3 bonus story) - https://new.nifty.org/stories/chris-and-dannys-super-sexy-summer-98673/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://new.nifty.org/stories/benny-takes-control-42615/
The Dangers of Desire – https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-dangers-of-desire-57149/
Benny's House – https://new.nifty.org/stories/bennys-house-65127/
Other Series
Possession – https://new.nifty.org/stories/possession-25306/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://new.nifty.org/stories/phils-naked-adventures-02988/
The Humiliation Games - https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-humiliation-games-31885/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://new.nifty.org/stories/jakes-exposure-73714/
Becoming an Internet Master – https://new.nifty.org/stories/becoming-an-internet-master-13630/
Brian's Big Mistake – https://new.nifty.org/stories/brians-big-mistake-31378/
And Then It Got Worse – https://new.nifty.org/stories/and-then-it-got-worse-05003/
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://new.nifty.org/stories/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden-35531/