Elijah Wood

I've followed him up here, making small talk and checking out the dorms. I didn't really get a chance to look at them much before, but I've noticed a utility door down the hall. That might come in handy later on... he asks me a question and I turn back to him, nodding.

"Yeah, some bloke named Jared... Nero, or something. Haven't met 'im yet, but the dean seemed t' think it was a good idea. Haven't been to the room yet either, they took me bags and shooed me to the..." I trail off, looking at the room before me. Sweet Jesus H. Christ. "...field."

"Bloody hell. Are they all like this?" I ask, unable to keep the awe from my voice.

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" Yes!" I laugh." As you can see I'm a bit of a neat freak, so maybe all the rooms don't look exactly like this...but now we needs towels..."
I walk over to the closet and glance at Dom. He's just spinning sround slowly looking at the room. He looks like he's never seen a room like this, well maybe he hasn't. Not all the students are as privileged like I am.
" Ok, got the towels, there's soap and stuff are in the bathroom," I start to un-button my shirt." Hey actually, you should be doing this!" I poke his shoulder playfully.

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I tear my eyes away from the walls--I swear, it's like something out of those home and gardening rags my mum always reads--and look over to Elijah, a little caught off-guard... again.

I look from his face to where the creamy white skin of his chest (how is he so impossibly pale in a sunny town like this?) is visible in the v of his shirt. When did he get so close to me? I raise my eyebrows, uncertain what to do. "Mkay, if that's what you want." I steel myself and bring my hands up to the front of his shirt, staring at my slightly-shaking fingers as they work and trying to ignore the warmth emanating from him.

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" You want me to help you with yours?" I whisper, feeling the blush rise on my cheeks." I hope this is ok for you, you don't have to do it...if you don't want to," I smile." I don't want you to be uncomfortable...," even lower whisper.
I wonder where all this bravery is coming from. I guess some of Orlando's and Jeremy's boldness has rubbed on me too.

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I look up, away from your chest, startled by the sound of your voice. "Oh, I, um..." Seeing you blush, I feel heat rising to prick my cheeks. Damn it, turn into a fucking girl, why don't I?

"No, I mean, a bet's a bet. Only just... where I'm from, y' know, we don't... it's not..." I trail off, eyes sweeping over your naked torso and back up to your face, flushing even more when I realize I'm getting hard, and pretty soon it'll be noticeable. Double fuck. I back up a little bit, turning away from you in an attempt to hide just how 'comfortable' I'm getting. It's not you I'm afraid of, it's me. I can't be a poof, I can't. It's all well and good for anyone else, but. No. Not me.

But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't turned on.

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" Dom it's alright," I put my hand gently on his shoulder, such a soft skin, my fingers brush his neck." I won't make you do anything you don't want...hey, this is just for fun...come one, let's go to the shower! I wash your back if you wash mine," I peek over his shoulder." But only if that's ok for you," I smile.
I like Dom. It's weird, I've known him a short period of time, but I like him. I don't want him to feel like I'm making him do stuff he doesn't want to.
I take the towels and hold my hand to him.
" Coming?" I smile.

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I get dressed quickly and wait for Dom to come back.
I put clothes away, re-organize the pillows on my bed, open the window to cool it down and take some juice from the fridge.
Then I sit on my bed, nervously staring at the door.

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Dressed in my school uniform--blegh--I make my way back to Elijah's room, hoping I remembered the right number. I knock twice and call, "Elijah? You there?"

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He's here!
" Yes, come in, it's open," I say hiding the nervous stutter pretty well.
I sit on the bed and look at him open the door.
" Hi!" I whisper." Join me," I pat the spot next to me on the bed.

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I raise my eyebrows, closing the door behind me. Obviously it was a good move to leave the shirt unbuttoned... you look a little rattled already. Thank God I've been keeping trim these past few years, looks like it's going to serve me well. Never thought I'd be using it to pull guys as well as birds, but this arrangement might come in handy later on. I wonder if you're really as forward as you were with that Orlando chap on the field.

I saunter over, taking a seat beside you with a curious expression. "So, what's the plan?"

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" We could hang out here for a while," I look at him." I'd like to get to know you better, a lot better," I smile." You want some juice? There's some on the table if you want and you could give me a glass too...," I blush, trying to sound authoritative.
I watch him walk to the table and bring back two glasses of juice.
" So your name is Dom, is it just Dom or short for something?" I stare at him.

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" Ok," I smile and roll back on my back.
I'm a bit disappointed, but it's his decision.
I take the towel and clean myself. I pull the boxers and pants back up and sit on the bed until he comes back.
I hope he likes to stay a little longer, just to talk or cuddle, I have nothing against a little cuddle.

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I slip inside the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light. I want the cover of darkness, though I don't know who I'm hiding from more--Elijah, or myself. I hurriedly unbutton my fly and drag the zip down, barely containing a moan as I free my cock from my boxers and spit in my hand before stroking myself, fast and hard like I did to Elijah. The thought of his cock in my hand, him writhing under me, completely under my control--I feel the heat growing in my loins, consuming me. The small part of my mind that insists I should be thinking about the opposite sex is pushed aside as I imagine Elijah's lips on mine, his tongue swirling around my length.

I bite down hard on my lip as I come, frantic and hard, the orgasm rocketing through me like a freight train. I gasp, finally allowing myself a small noise as I slump against the door. I catch my breath for a moment before flicking on the light and grabbing a towel to clean myself off with. I wash my hands and pull my pants back up, trying to make myself look as if I haven't just wanked off while thinking about the guy in the next room.

Ridiculous, Monaghan. You're fucking ridiculous. With a sigh, I open the door and flick off the light.

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" Feeling better?" I smile.
I lie sideways on the edge of my bed and look straight into him.
" You are really hot, you know," I blush and lean on my arm." I'm so glad I chose you after the game."
I wish he would join me in the bed, but he suddenly looks so nervous. He just stands there hands in his pockets.

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"Well, I kind of made you," I shrug, trying to brush off your compliment and edge toward the door. "So, um... I'll catch you later then?"

It's one thing to go down on him, but to sit here and cuddle? No way, no way in Hell. He's fucking gorgeous and I'd be lying if I said that if the last half hour had to serve as wanking fodder for the rest of my life, I wouldn't be satisfied. But... I can't do this. I can't. I won't and I can't.

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