The Academy: Discovery

Really Good at Distractions

"Just fucking relax Beautiful" Gabriel's voice deep with sleep startles me. How embarrassing. I thought he was asleep. I've been laying here since I got back just staring at him. I've been thinking about all the things North told me tonight. Mainly about his request for me to stay no matter what it took. Mr. Blackbourne hadn't said I would need to leave if I chose not to give his idea a try but I know, and North knows, if I don't my staying would only make things more difficult. I haven't made up my mind either way and already I feel guilty for being in bed with Gabriel after just leaving North with a kiss. Mainly because its like that one kiss woke something up inside me and suddenly I want to kiss them all..a lot. What would Gabriel think of the idea? Should I ask?

"Hell I can hear you thinking over here." He groans peeling his eyes open.

I sigh trying to relax like Gabriel suggested/demanded but its no use. "Meanie?"

"Yeah Beautiful?"

"I need to think about something other than what I'm thinking about. Distract me?"

Without complaint for my waking him up he pulls me to him and tucks me half under him. Not exactly what I meant but..this is nice. Funny how quickly nice replaces guilt. "Have you decided about your parents?" Oh, he did understand. Only this isn't exactly better.

"No. I've been avoiding thinking about that too. I guess I've got a habit of doing that."

"It's okay. You've been through a lot I think. You deserve some time to just...get away. Enjoy life here with us. You'll most likely decide without realizing you've decided anyway." If only it were that easy. I don't feel like I can truly enjoy being here with them until I've made the decisions I need to make. Its a cycle. "Obviously you're not going to fucking listen to me. So lets try something else."

"What?"

"Roll over on your stomach." Confused but compliant I do as he says. I let out a giggle when he straddles me and sits on my butt. "Message time."

When his fingers start to work the knots in my shoulders, neck , and back it's like my insides become goo. "Meanie" I groan when he loosens a particularly tough spot near my neck.

I hear him clear his throat and his hands stop moving for a minute. When I turn to see why, his eyes are closed and he's silently mouthing "fuck, fuck, fuck" I wait patiently for him to explain. It takes a while but slowly his eyes peel open one at a time. "Beautiful I don't want to scare you but...shit you're making me hard. I need to know if you want me to stop."

"Um...yes" I tell him shyly. I can see the disappointment written all over his face but he doesn't push me to change my mind. I know from what I've read, him being hard and not getting off will be painful for him and I'm sorry for that it's just..."You haven't kissed me Meanie."

"What?"

I cringe thinking maybe I've got this all wrong but tell him what I'm thinking anyway. "I just thought there was an order to all this. First the flirting, which I think we've done. Then maybe a kiss or two with a date or twenty in there. Then hard ons in bed." He burst into uncontrollable laughter so loud I'm afraid it will wake Silas, North, or Victor, whose rooms are next to mine.

"You're so damn Beautiful. You really are." he tells me before slamming his lips to mine. I can still feel his smile as his lips work over mine. It stays there too as he taste my lips with his and even while I feel his tongue dart out to taste. Until he pulls away and places his forehead on mine. "Where did you learn that? Is there some kind of dating manual I missed?" I shove him thinking he's teasing me. "No I mean it. If this is something you've read, throw it out. If this is something someone told you, slap the stupid out of them."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean who says there's an order to relationships? There isn't. Each relationship is different. Some people think the order you just mentioned is how things should be but who says they're right? Other people think hooking up with a bathroom stall between them is normal. Who says they're wrong? Maybe it's right for them and wrong for us. Maybe hard ons in bed is exactly where our relationship should be right now. Fuck I'm a fan of that idea."

I bite my lip to keep my laughter inside. Even though he's joking this is a serious conversation after all. And there's no way he can realize it but his little speech has also given me food for thought on Mr. Blackbournes idea. Being 'normal' is another of my concerns with it.

I feel like my brain is ping ponging between topics and it's too much. I force myself to focus on one thing. How his speech affects this moment. To me it makes since and basically tells me to just go with the flow as long as I'm not uncomfortable. "So does this mean you'll message me again?"

"Literally my fucking pleasure." He teases and I blush deeply despite us having just talked somewhat about hard ons for the last few minutes.

Once I'm on my belly again he straddles me like before but this time he's on my thighs. This makes his hands work my lower back more and I can't help some of the moans escaping no matter how much I try to keep them in. No need to torture him when he's being so so good to me. I blame it on the clenching in my belly again. This time it's like when Luke licked my toes and I know Gabriel isn't the only one turned on. After a while I apologize. "I'm sorry Meanie. I'm trying not to..."

He chuckles "It's okay but we should probably stop."

"Can we kiss again?" I ask before I can stop myself. Jeez Norths kiss really did wake something up inside me. Or maybe it was Gabriel's hands. Who am I kidding it was definitely both. Now kissing and touching is all I can think about.

His answer is to lay beside me and kiss me again. I notice he's careful to keep his lower half from mine and I try to do the same. Instead focusing on the kissing and how wonderful it makes me feel. I appreciate his taste on my lips and hope he's thinking the same.

Eventually he pulls away and we lay in the bed with our foreheads together watching each other doze off to sleep. At one point I think I see a flash of sadness cross his features but I blink and it's not there. Maybe it never was, I am half asleep. My last thought is "Meanie is really good at distractions."