Kora-I read your story, and it's great! But my computer doesn't let me
review anymore, so I'm stuck telling you about it here. *Cackles.* Now,
to have some fun with Davey.
***
Oh, Jesus
David shuddered in pain, grinding his teeth. It was morning of their second day, and Mayer stayed more than twice as long. Fifty lashings with the cat, and when he found Blink's cigarettes. . .
It got ugly.
Again, they were weak as newborn kittens when they were finally carried back to the dorm, where Ten-pin and the others cared for their wounds, cleaning them as best they could with their rags of clothes. Just when they were gaining strength enough to eat, around five o'clock, Mayer came back for a quick ten before his own dinner.
God, they hated him.
***
"What da FUCK do you mean, I hafta marry 'er!? I don't even KNOW dis Rakael goil!" Mush demanded angrily.
"Then it's about time you met," his father grinned maliciously. He left, locking the door to Mush's cell of a bedroom.
After an hour or two, he returned leading a short, but pretty, Hispanic girl. He left them to "get to know each other." "Flit Rogahs-Rakael. You mus' be da "John" kid I'se s'posed ta marry," she said, looking bored. "I'se nevah dated anyone longah dan a week. If you'se last a month, I'll give ya a shot."
Mush sighed. "Me name's Mush, fah one, an' fah two, I don't wanna marry anybody right now. I was dragged back heah by me faddah yestahday, an' now 'e tells me I'se engaged awready an'-Oh, Jesus, dis is messed up."
Flit grinned. "Jesus? But yer Latvian."
"So?"
"All the Latvian immigrants I know are Jewish."
"I convoited when I hoid what dey'se gonna do ta me. . ." Mush trailed off. Flit laughed outright.
"I'se Cath, anyways, so what're you'se?"
"Roman Cath, like Racetrack-a friend a mine, 'e took me ta choich when I became a newsie. I'se loinin' Latin from 'im an' Specs, who went ta High School 'til tenth grade, jus' dropped out las' yeah ta be a newsie." They paused awkwardly.
"Do ya sing at yer choich?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah, mos'ly in Latin."
"Can ya sing any fawh me?"
"Panis angélicus
Fit panis hóminum,
Dat panis coélicus
Figúris términum.
O res mirábilis:
Mandúcat Dóminum
Pauper, servus
et húmilis. Te, trina Déitas
Unaque, póscimus,
Sic nos tu vísita,
Sicut te cólimus,
Per Tuas sémitas
Duc nos quo téndimus,
Ad lucem quam inhábitas," he sang quietly.
"What does it mean?"
"I don't know it all yet-like I said, I'm still learning Latin."
"I'se startin' t' get hungry," she muttered, and headed to the door. She tried the knob. "It's stuck!"
"Locked is more like it. Me faddah don' wan' me runnin' away again," he said darkly. "Heah, why don' we make 'im regret dat decision? 'e locked us in heah, gawd knows 'e's askin' fawh it."
Flit looked at him sideways. "Whaddaya mean?"
"You a voigin?"
"Why I oughta!" she began indignantly. He looked at her. "No."
"Den it don't mattah nomawh. C'mon, Flit, let's 'ave some fun."
"I met you fifteen minutes ago."
"I'se shallow, you'se a pretty face, what can I say? Love at foist sight, we ain't got time ta waste. C'mon, Flit. Doncha want some?"
Flit looked at him in disbelief-how the hell had the conversation come to this? She was quite uncomfortable discussing sex with a top-nude boy who had the sexiest chest she had ever seen. She gave in to hormones this time and sat on his bed shyly, awkwardly.
"I don' bite unless ya wan' me ta," Mush murmured softly. He kissed her gently, sucking on her lips and tasting her thoroughly. Flit groaned; he was too polite. Then he put his hands in her shirt and she started getting interested. She stroked his fabulous chest while Mush helped her out of her shirt. Yeah. Helped. Meaning ripped off in a flurry of passionate kisses.
They took their time with the rest, rolling around on the bed half naked and kissing wildly before taking off each other's pants.
You know the rest.
***
Kinda kinky little sex scene, but what're ya gonna do? I'm barely a teenager, it isn't like I've had that much experience sexually.
--Chronicles
***
Oh, Jesus
David shuddered in pain, grinding his teeth. It was morning of their second day, and Mayer stayed more than twice as long. Fifty lashings with the cat, and when he found Blink's cigarettes. . .
It got ugly.
Again, they were weak as newborn kittens when they were finally carried back to the dorm, where Ten-pin and the others cared for their wounds, cleaning them as best they could with their rags of clothes. Just when they were gaining strength enough to eat, around five o'clock, Mayer came back for a quick ten before his own dinner.
God, they hated him.
***
"What da FUCK do you mean, I hafta marry 'er!? I don't even KNOW dis Rakael goil!" Mush demanded angrily.
"Then it's about time you met," his father grinned maliciously. He left, locking the door to Mush's cell of a bedroom.
After an hour or two, he returned leading a short, but pretty, Hispanic girl. He left them to "get to know each other." "Flit Rogahs-Rakael. You mus' be da "John" kid I'se s'posed ta marry," she said, looking bored. "I'se nevah dated anyone longah dan a week. If you'se last a month, I'll give ya a shot."
Mush sighed. "Me name's Mush, fah one, an' fah two, I don't wanna marry anybody right now. I was dragged back heah by me faddah yestahday, an' now 'e tells me I'se engaged awready an'-Oh, Jesus, dis is messed up."
Flit grinned. "Jesus? But yer Latvian."
"So?"
"All the Latvian immigrants I know are Jewish."
"I convoited when I hoid what dey'se gonna do ta me. . ." Mush trailed off. Flit laughed outright.
"I'se Cath, anyways, so what're you'se?"
"Roman Cath, like Racetrack-a friend a mine, 'e took me ta choich when I became a newsie. I'se loinin' Latin from 'im an' Specs, who went ta High School 'til tenth grade, jus' dropped out las' yeah ta be a newsie." They paused awkwardly.
"Do ya sing at yer choich?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah, mos'ly in Latin."
"Can ya sing any fawh me?"
"Panis angélicus
Fit panis hóminum,
Dat panis coélicus
Figúris términum.
O res mirábilis:
Mandúcat Dóminum
Pauper, servus
et húmilis. Te, trina Déitas
Unaque, póscimus,
Sic nos tu vísita,
Sicut te cólimus,
Per Tuas sémitas
Duc nos quo téndimus,
Ad lucem quam inhábitas," he sang quietly.
"What does it mean?"
"I don't know it all yet-like I said, I'm still learning Latin."
"I'se startin' t' get hungry," she muttered, and headed to the door. She tried the knob. "It's stuck!"
"Locked is more like it. Me faddah don' wan' me runnin' away again," he said darkly. "Heah, why don' we make 'im regret dat decision? 'e locked us in heah, gawd knows 'e's askin' fawh it."
Flit looked at him sideways. "Whaddaya mean?"
"You a voigin?"
"Why I oughta!" she began indignantly. He looked at her. "No."
"Den it don't mattah nomawh. C'mon, Flit, let's 'ave some fun."
"I met you fifteen minutes ago."
"I'se shallow, you'se a pretty face, what can I say? Love at foist sight, we ain't got time ta waste. C'mon, Flit. Doncha want some?"
Flit looked at him in disbelief-how the hell had the conversation come to this? She was quite uncomfortable discussing sex with a top-nude boy who had the sexiest chest she had ever seen. She gave in to hormones this time and sat on his bed shyly, awkwardly.
"I don' bite unless ya wan' me ta," Mush murmured softly. He kissed her gently, sucking on her lips and tasting her thoroughly. Flit groaned; he was too polite. Then he put his hands in her shirt and she started getting interested. She stroked his fabulous chest while Mush helped her out of her shirt. Yeah. Helped. Meaning ripped off in a flurry of passionate kisses.
They took their time with the rest, rolling around on the bed half naked and kissing wildly before taking off each other's pants.
You know the rest.
***
Kinda kinky little sex scene, but what're ya gonna do? I'm barely a teenager, it isn't like I've had that much experience sexually.
--Chronicles