Just Be Friends
Title: Just Be Friends
Main Pairing: Alois/Claude
Other Pairing: Ciel/Claude
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Content, Under-age Erotica, OOC
Genre: AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Chapter: 4
Completed: No
Summary: Things in Alois Trancy's were always changing as he grew up. The only one constant, the very rock of Alois' life, is Claude Faustus.
Alois is twelve years old when he cries himself to sleep
The days following the Trancy family’s trip to Six Flags were some of the most painful possible for Alois. The boy had been unsure on how to respond to Claude’s news so he kept quiet, following around Claude until it was time for the older boy to join Luka and Sebastian once more. The car ride home was filled with the happy chatter of every occupant expect Alois who had muttered something about a stomach when his mother asked what was wrong. Then the Faustus’ had come to pick their son up from the Trancy’s residence, brought Claude home, and Alois hadn’t seen the teen since.
Alois groans softly as he nuzzles his face further into the sheets of his bed. His entire body aches as if he’d run a marathon but the stabbing pain that weighed his chest was far worse. Alois’ class was studying common diseases and disorders in the human body at the moment; the teacher’s description of what a heart attack feels like came to mind. A throbbing pain that strikes one in the chest as the muscles seems to seize up thus blocking off oxygen from getting to the heart. The overall experience is characterized with an intense feeling as if one’s heart were backed up and about to explode.
Alois feels that way as he rolls around in his bed once more. The blonde has kicked all of the stuffed animals off of his bed, as they now lay scattered on the floor. A particularly brightly colored rabbit stuffed animal catches Alois’ eye and he scowls at it.
“What are you so happy about?” Alois hisses slowly pushing himself onto his elbows so that he may stare down the inanimate object that dare mock him.
“You’re a fucking piece of stuffed cloth,” Alois’ eyes narrow as anger only builds within him, “Why should you get to smile?”
Alois finally rises from the bed and snatches the letter opener that his father had given him as a gift form his desk. The object had an ivory handle with a large dagger-like blade on the other end of it. Mr. Trancy had warned Alois many times to be mindful when carrying it as the silver edge was enough to slice Alois’ hand open. Alois ‘ fingers tighten around the handle as he advances on the smiling rabbit.
“Why should you get to be happy when my life is miserable?” Alois hisses kicking the rabbit clear across the room, “Why should you get to smile when it feels like my heart has been fucking ripped out?”
“Why?” Alois demands kneeling down to stare at the sorry thing. Alois aims the letter opener over the rabbit’s heart should have been had it been a real rabbit. The boy then plunges the weapon deep into the soft body of the stuffed animal and smiles.
“Why Claude?” Alois asks the rabbit whose whole frame is bent around where the opener had pierced it, “Why don’t you like me? Is it because I’m a kid?”
Alois’ grip tightens around the dagger as he says these words and he slowly begins to drag the dagger down, ripping one seam at a time. The stitches snap as the blade slices through them and Alois stabs the dagger even deeper into the rabbit.
“Is that why you’ll never talk to me?” Alois’ voice trembles and he gasps when he realizes that he’s begun to cry.
“To hell with it!” Alois screams pulling the letter opener from the stuffed animal tossing it across the room. The once happy smiling rabbit now is a mess of white stuffing on Alois’ bedroom floor and this only upsets the boy even more. Alois had genuinely liked that stuffed rabbit and its been ruined.
Alois throws himself on his bed once more and cries himself to sleep for the second night in a row.
Alois is thirteen when the Trancy’s take him to a psychologist
“So Alois,” The lady sitting on the couch adjusts herself accidentally revealing a little too much leg but Alois’ eyes are trained on the floor, “How are you doing?”
“Fine.” Alois mutters kicking his feet against the small magazine table in front of him. He kicks a little too hard and the woman’s glass of water trembles violently. Alois decides to kick it again.
“Alois?” The woman’s hand shoots out to press down on Alois’ knee when finally the boy looks up at her.
Alois has not grown much since last year, the transition from twelve to thirteen barely noticeable. The only thing that has seemed to change the most about Alois is his new rotten attitude. High is just around the corner but Alois had started to let his grade in middle school slide, he hardly has any friends come over, and Alois’ wardrobe has started to shift from light pastels to darker colors.
The Trancy’s had noticed this dramatic change in Alois as well as the one in Luka. Luka had suddenly become Mr. Popular in high school and was almost never at home any more. His weeks were filled with foolish things such as football games and parties on weekends where alcohol flowed freely. Mr. Trancy did not have the heart to warn his oldest boy against underage drinking as he himself had done so as a teen. What really was the point of changing the drinking age from eighteen to twenty-one if students would still be able to access alcohol easily anyways?
Sebastian and Claude no longer came over the Trancy’s house everyday as the Michaelis’ had offered so kindly for the boys to use their house. Not like Alois wanted to see Claude anyway the brief encounters they had at family dinners or neighborhood parties were awkward enough.
“Your mother and father told me that you had a little misunderstanding at school the other day.” Dr. Hopkins adjusts her legs once more as some more skin is flashed and Alois frowns.
“I punched a boy in my class.”
“And was there a specific reason you punched this boy?” Dr. Hopkins tilts her head to the side, “Does this boy have a name?”
“Ciel Phantomhive.” Alois mutters looking at the magazines on the table.
“And why did you punch Ciel?”
“Because he told me that I was low class.”
“And why do you think Ciel said that?”
“I don’t fucking know!” Alois shouts as Dr. Hopkins raises an eyebrow at the foul language, “I’m not in Ciel’s mind or something like that! How am I supposed to know why he fucking called me that?”
“I never expected you to know exactly what Ciel was thinking, I simply asked you why you thought Ciel said that. Calm down Alois there’s no need for such language.” The woman shakes her head. She’d been a tailor before this and it was difficult clients like Alois Trancy that made her wonder why she ever gave up the profession.
“Whatever.” Alois grumbles sinking lower on the couch in which he is situated. Alois’ foot shoots out to kick the table once more and Dr. Hopkins sighs.
“Alois you’ve been keeping on schedule with your special pills haven’t you? Your parents have been making sure that you take them everyday?”
“You mean my meds.” Alois spits out the last word with venom, “Yeah I’ve been taking my special medication if that’s what you mean.”
“Simply making sure. It’s very important that you keep on schedule with those Alois. Any variance could mess your system up and cause you to have mood swings.” Dr. Hopkins writes something down on the notepad in her lap, “So tell me about this Ciel Phantomhive. Do you two normally fight?”
“Yeah.”
“Alois I need you to work with me on these things. Remember in our last session how you told me how hurt you are inside. You don’t have to tell everything today but one small step at a time is a good start.” Alois flinches as he recalls their last session. Alois had a moment of weakness when Dr. Hopkins had asked Alois if someone had ever betrayed him. The poor boy had broken down in tears and sobbed out incohesive things. But Dr. Hopkins had decided not to push the matter. After all Alois was only thirteen, what kind of skeletons in the closet could a thirteen year old possibly have?
“Alright.” Alois snaps crossing his arms definitely over his chest, “Ciel and I are always fighting over who’s better.”
“Better at what?”
“Everything! Ciel thinks he’s the best in the art class when quite clearly the teacher said that he loved my painting. Then Ciel’s always trying to be a know-it-all in class when the answer is so obvious that even a first grader would the answer!” Alois’ voice is raised a little too loud and when he finally finished speaking, he flushes with embarrassment.
“Ah so you two are competitive with each other.” Dr. Hopkins nods like she understands and Alois scoffs, “You mentioned something about knowing the answers in class. Alois if you know the correct answer why don’t you raise your hand and say it?”
“Because that would be stupid.” Alois says simply, “It’s so stupid of a question that I don’t even bother answering.”
“That’s not a very good attitude to have.”
“Eh,” Alois shrugs tucking his arms behind his head, “I’m through with middle school. I just want to go to high school already.”
“High school?” Dr. Hopkins says slowly and Alois takes the bait.
“Yeah high school is great.” The blonde seems oblivious to how he’s revealing, “When I’m in high school I’ll finally be grown up and when I’m finally grown up I won’t be some dumb kid anymore.”
“You said ‘some dumb kid’ it sounds like someone has used the phrase before. Is there a specific reason as to why you dislike being thirteen? Being thirteen can be fun. I know that when you get to my age, all you wish for is to be thirteen again.”
Alois tugs the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and mutters something. Dr. Hopkins tries in vain for the next few minutes to try and get Alois to speak again before finally giving up. Alois had retreated into his shell and Dr. Hopkins knows well that once Alois has shut off the outside world, it remains shut off until Alois decides to join them all once again.
Dr. Hopkins sighs and sets her notepad on the table.
“I think that’s enough for today.”
Alois is thirteen when he first touches himself thinking of Claude
Alois is lying awake in bed once again. The soothing tea that Mrs. Trancy does not help nor does the classical music that Mr. Trancy has put on throughout the house. Luka is off sleeping over at Sebastian’s house leaving Alois all alone. But what else seems to be new?
The clock on Alois’ bedside table reads 4 A.M. in blinking red numbers. The air is hot and stale as Alois tosses once more. He absolutely hates the dark but tonight everything in his room seems too bright. The streetlamp’s light coming in through the window, the blinking digital clock, even the glow from the full moon overhead. Everything seems too bright and Alois huffs kicking off his sheets in frustration.
Alois is bored of waiting for sleep to come when he remembers something he’d heard at school. One of the boys in Alois’ class had told the others how quickly he fell asleep after having a good wank one night. Alois is not clueless when it comes to these things, after all he’s touched himself out of curiosity in the shower a few times. But Alois has never simply touched himself for the sake of touching himself. The tale of Alois’ classmate intrigues him and Alois fusses in the sheets once more.
He manages to tug down the front of his sleeping pants before staring at the sight that greets him for a few moments. Alois’ member is still small, no longer the size of a child’s but not nearly the length or width of an adult’s. Alois is somewhere in between with the lightest bit of peach fuzz that’s so blonde it’s barely even noticeable. Alois member has already begun to stiffen as the hot air of the room surrounds it.
Still Alois is not impressed and he tries to remember what else his classmate had said. While Alois thinks he lazily drags his hand down his front fondles himself. It feels sort of relaxing given how lightly Alois grips himself in the softness of his palms. He runs his hand absentmindedly up and down the expanse of his shaft and shudders a little bit. He’s hardening by the second but only due to the sensations of it all.
Alois remembers that his classmate mentioned how intense it felt when you thought about a girl and did it at the same time. However Alois cannot think of any girls in his class that he finds attractive, certainly not that annoying Lizzie Middleford. Alois thinks of Ciel and his blue eyes but the moment is quickly tainted by the memory of their fight that week. In all honesty Alois has begun to lose all interest in Ciel, the only time Ciel proves to be exciting is when Alois makes Ciel uncomfortable. How could Alois possibly have feelings for someone so weak? Alois wants someone who is strong willed and knows how to command himself or herself. Claude’s flashing golden eyes come to mind and Alois gasps.
No, Alois thinks, pressing his face into his pillow. Alois will not permit himself to think about Claude while he’s doing that. Alois’ nether regions disagree as his member steadily begins to harden at the thought of Claude.
“Claude.” Alois gasps softly trying to stay quiet. His mind is instantly assaulted with images and memories of the tall somewhat removed teenager.
Alois thinks of how large and strong Claude’s hand are but yet how they appeared to be fragile and eloquent. Alois thinks of how he never knows quite what Claude is thinking and it drives Alois wild with frustration. Alois thinks of how utterly dominating Claude looks when he gets that serious expression on his face normally when he studies. Alois thinks of all of these things and soon he’s hard in his hands.
“Oh.” Alois whispers squeezing himself firmly and pleasure is sent in waves throughout his entire body. Alois’ classmate was right it feels entirely different when you’re thinking about someone. The pleasure is increased tenfold and Alois mewls wetting his lips.
Pale sharp hips bones are angled at the ceiling as Alois begins to tug on himself in frenzy. He braces himself on the bed by splaying his legs while also pressing his shoulders hard against the cold mattress. Alois wishes that Claude were really there in that moment to warm him up, as the older boy seems to be a human furnace. Alois moans softly as he presses his index finger against his slit, slowly wiping and spreading the pearls of ecstasy that bead from the top.
“Claude.” Alois whispers as his entire body quivers when Alois finally finds a good pace.
His member is so hard in his delicate hands and Alois can’t believe that he’s never tried this before. Everything in the room seems to be spinning and Alois’ breathes are coming out in short shallow pants now as his lungs expand in ribcage fighting for air. To suck in that sweet air that Alois’ pretends is scented with Claude’s cologne. That subtle smell that Alois had been able to pick up on the day that they first kissed and when they rode on the rollercoaster together.
“Oh yes!” Alois mewls pathetically as his hips canter upwards.
Alois imagines Claude’s hands replace his own as his strokes become faster and faster. A little bit of drool as made its way out of Alois’ mouth and sticks to his chin, as Alois literally becomes a hot mess. His blonde hairs stick to his sweaty forehead and Alois feels like his entire body is on fire. It burns. It burns so bad as Alois’ hand becomes rough but he can’t stop. The pleasure is nearing its peak and Alois wants to chase it. Alois wants to hunt it down and embrace it like he would if he ever saw Claude again.
“Oh Claude!” Alois’ voice is strained and he pants rapidly, chest rising and falling covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Oh my god.” Alois whines curling his toes. The summit is near and Alois cries out as his small body cannot even contain the feelings overpowering him.
“Claude!” Alois shrieks orgastically as he finally comes undone.
Whites ribbons shot out and arc through the air before landing on the bed sheets in a splattered mess. Alois’ eyes are closed, envisioning Claude no doubt, as his body sings in pleasure. Then the decent down from the peak begins as his member softens and Alois if left gasping on the bed. This had been the most intense moment of his life and Alois begins to laugh weakly at just how winded he is. He can practically envision the cold manner Claude would probably get in after having sex and how he would push his up glasses before probably leaving.
Alois laughs at this, a sad bitter laugh as his post-orgasm bliss melts away to reality. This within itself breaks Alois’ heart a little more.
Main Pairing: Alois/Claude
Other Pairing: Ciel/Claude
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Content, Under-age Erotica, OOC
Genre: AU, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Chapter: 4
Completed: No
Summary: Things in Alois Trancy's were always changing as he grew up. The only one constant, the very rock of Alois' life, is Claude Faustus.
Alois is twelve years old when he cries himself to sleep
The days following the Trancy family’s trip to Six Flags were some of the most painful possible for Alois. The boy had been unsure on how to respond to Claude’s news so he kept quiet, following around Claude until it was time for the older boy to join Luka and Sebastian once more. The car ride home was filled with the happy chatter of every occupant expect Alois who had muttered something about a stomach when his mother asked what was wrong. Then the Faustus’ had come to pick their son up from the Trancy’s residence, brought Claude home, and Alois hadn’t seen the teen since.
Alois groans softly as he nuzzles his face further into the sheets of his bed. His entire body aches as if he’d run a marathon but the stabbing pain that weighed his chest was far worse. Alois’ class was studying common diseases and disorders in the human body at the moment; the teacher’s description of what a heart attack feels like came to mind. A throbbing pain that strikes one in the chest as the muscles seems to seize up thus blocking off oxygen from getting to the heart. The overall experience is characterized with an intense feeling as if one’s heart were backed up and about to explode.
Alois feels that way as he rolls around in his bed once more. The blonde has kicked all of the stuffed animals off of his bed, as they now lay scattered on the floor. A particularly brightly colored rabbit stuffed animal catches Alois’ eye and he scowls at it.
“What are you so happy about?” Alois hisses slowly pushing himself onto his elbows so that he may stare down the inanimate object that dare mock him.
“You’re a fucking piece of stuffed cloth,” Alois’ eyes narrow as anger only builds within him, “Why should you get to smile?”
Alois finally rises from the bed and snatches the letter opener that his father had given him as a gift form his desk. The object had an ivory handle with a large dagger-like blade on the other end of it. Mr. Trancy had warned Alois many times to be mindful when carrying it as the silver edge was enough to slice Alois’ hand open. Alois ‘ fingers tighten around the handle as he advances on the smiling rabbit.
“Why should you get to be happy when my life is miserable?” Alois hisses kicking the rabbit clear across the room, “Why should you get to smile when it feels like my heart has been fucking ripped out?”
“Why?” Alois demands kneeling down to stare at the sorry thing. Alois aims the letter opener over the rabbit’s heart should have been had it been a real rabbit. The boy then plunges the weapon deep into the soft body of the stuffed animal and smiles.
“Why Claude?” Alois asks the rabbit whose whole frame is bent around where the opener had pierced it, “Why don’t you like me? Is it because I’m a kid?”
Alois’ grip tightens around the dagger as he says these words and he slowly begins to drag the dagger down, ripping one seam at a time. The stitches snap as the blade slices through them and Alois stabs the dagger even deeper into the rabbit.
“Is that why you’ll never talk to me?” Alois’ voice trembles and he gasps when he realizes that he’s begun to cry.
“To hell with it!” Alois screams pulling the letter opener from the stuffed animal tossing it across the room. The once happy smiling rabbit now is a mess of white stuffing on Alois’ bedroom floor and this only upsets the boy even more. Alois had genuinely liked that stuffed rabbit and its been ruined.
Alois throws himself on his bed once more and cries himself to sleep for the second night in a row.
Alois is thirteen when the Trancy’s take him to a psychologist
“So Alois,” The lady sitting on the couch adjusts herself accidentally revealing a little too much leg but Alois’ eyes are trained on the floor, “How are you doing?”
“Fine.” Alois mutters kicking his feet against the small magazine table in front of him. He kicks a little too hard and the woman’s glass of water trembles violently. Alois decides to kick it again.
“Alois?” The woman’s hand shoots out to press down on Alois’ knee when finally the boy looks up at her.
Alois has not grown much since last year, the transition from twelve to thirteen barely noticeable. The only thing that has seemed to change the most about Alois is his new rotten attitude. High is just around the corner but Alois had started to let his grade in middle school slide, he hardly has any friends come over, and Alois’ wardrobe has started to shift from light pastels to darker colors.
The Trancy’s had noticed this dramatic change in Alois as well as the one in Luka. Luka had suddenly become Mr. Popular in high school and was almost never at home any more. His weeks were filled with foolish things such as football games and parties on weekends where alcohol flowed freely. Mr. Trancy did not have the heart to warn his oldest boy against underage drinking as he himself had done so as a teen. What really was the point of changing the drinking age from eighteen to twenty-one if students would still be able to access alcohol easily anyways?
Sebastian and Claude no longer came over the Trancy’s house everyday as the Michaelis’ had offered so kindly for the boys to use their house. Not like Alois wanted to see Claude anyway the brief encounters they had at family dinners or neighborhood parties were awkward enough.
“Your mother and father told me that you had a little misunderstanding at school the other day.” Dr. Hopkins adjusts her legs once more as some more skin is flashed and Alois frowns.
“I punched a boy in my class.”
“And was there a specific reason you punched this boy?” Dr. Hopkins tilts her head to the side, “Does this boy have a name?”
“Ciel Phantomhive.” Alois mutters looking at the magazines on the table.
“And why did you punch Ciel?”
“Because he told me that I was low class.”
“And why do you think Ciel said that?”
“I don’t fucking know!” Alois shouts as Dr. Hopkins raises an eyebrow at the foul language, “I’m not in Ciel’s mind or something like that! How am I supposed to know why he fucking called me that?”
“I never expected you to know exactly what Ciel was thinking, I simply asked you why you thought Ciel said that. Calm down Alois there’s no need for such language.” The woman shakes her head. She’d been a tailor before this and it was difficult clients like Alois Trancy that made her wonder why she ever gave up the profession.
“Whatever.” Alois grumbles sinking lower on the couch in which he is situated. Alois’ foot shoots out to kick the table once more and Dr. Hopkins sighs.
“Alois you’ve been keeping on schedule with your special pills haven’t you? Your parents have been making sure that you take them everyday?”
“You mean my meds.” Alois spits out the last word with venom, “Yeah I’ve been taking my special medication if that’s what you mean.”
“Simply making sure. It’s very important that you keep on schedule with those Alois. Any variance could mess your system up and cause you to have mood swings.” Dr. Hopkins writes something down on the notepad in her lap, “So tell me about this Ciel Phantomhive. Do you two normally fight?”
“Yeah.”
“Alois I need you to work with me on these things. Remember in our last session how you told me how hurt you are inside. You don’t have to tell everything today but one small step at a time is a good start.” Alois flinches as he recalls their last session. Alois had a moment of weakness when Dr. Hopkins had asked Alois if someone had ever betrayed him. The poor boy had broken down in tears and sobbed out incohesive things. But Dr. Hopkins had decided not to push the matter. After all Alois was only thirteen, what kind of skeletons in the closet could a thirteen year old possibly have?
“Alright.” Alois snaps crossing his arms definitely over his chest, “Ciel and I are always fighting over who’s better.”
“Better at what?”
“Everything! Ciel thinks he’s the best in the art class when quite clearly the teacher said that he loved my painting. Then Ciel’s always trying to be a know-it-all in class when the answer is so obvious that even a first grader would the answer!” Alois’ voice is raised a little too loud and when he finally finished speaking, he flushes with embarrassment.
“Ah so you two are competitive with each other.” Dr. Hopkins nods like she understands and Alois scoffs, “You mentioned something about knowing the answers in class. Alois if you know the correct answer why don’t you raise your hand and say it?”
“Because that would be stupid.” Alois says simply, “It’s so stupid of a question that I don’t even bother answering.”
“That’s not a very good attitude to have.”
“Eh,” Alois shrugs tucking his arms behind his head, “I’m through with middle school. I just want to go to high school already.”
“High school?” Dr. Hopkins says slowly and Alois takes the bait.
“Yeah high school is great.” The blonde seems oblivious to how he’s revealing, “When I’m in high school I’ll finally be grown up and when I’m finally grown up I won’t be some dumb kid anymore.”
“You said ‘some dumb kid’ it sounds like someone has used the phrase before. Is there a specific reason as to why you dislike being thirteen? Being thirteen can be fun. I know that when you get to my age, all you wish for is to be thirteen again.”
Alois tugs the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and mutters something. Dr. Hopkins tries in vain for the next few minutes to try and get Alois to speak again before finally giving up. Alois had retreated into his shell and Dr. Hopkins knows well that once Alois has shut off the outside world, it remains shut off until Alois decides to join them all once again.
Dr. Hopkins sighs and sets her notepad on the table.
“I think that’s enough for today.”
Alois is thirteen when he first touches himself thinking of Claude
Alois is lying awake in bed once again. The soothing tea that Mrs. Trancy does not help nor does the classical music that Mr. Trancy has put on throughout the house. Luka is off sleeping over at Sebastian’s house leaving Alois all alone. But what else seems to be new?
The clock on Alois’ bedside table reads 4 A.M. in blinking red numbers. The air is hot and stale as Alois tosses once more. He absolutely hates the dark but tonight everything in his room seems too bright. The streetlamp’s light coming in through the window, the blinking digital clock, even the glow from the full moon overhead. Everything seems too bright and Alois huffs kicking off his sheets in frustration.
Alois is bored of waiting for sleep to come when he remembers something he’d heard at school. One of the boys in Alois’ class had told the others how quickly he fell asleep after having a good wank one night. Alois is not clueless when it comes to these things, after all he’s touched himself out of curiosity in the shower a few times. But Alois has never simply touched himself for the sake of touching himself. The tale of Alois’ classmate intrigues him and Alois fusses in the sheets once more.
He manages to tug down the front of his sleeping pants before staring at the sight that greets him for a few moments. Alois’ member is still small, no longer the size of a child’s but not nearly the length or width of an adult’s. Alois is somewhere in between with the lightest bit of peach fuzz that’s so blonde it’s barely even noticeable. Alois member has already begun to stiffen as the hot air of the room surrounds it.
Still Alois is not impressed and he tries to remember what else his classmate had said. While Alois thinks he lazily drags his hand down his front fondles himself. It feels sort of relaxing given how lightly Alois grips himself in the softness of his palms. He runs his hand absentmindedly up and down the expanse of his shaft and shudders a little bit. He’s hardening by the second but only due to the sensations of it all.
Alois remembers that his classmate mentioned how intense it felt when you thought about a girl and did it at the same time. However Alois cannot think of any girls in his class that he finds attractive, certainly not that annoying Lizzie Middleford. Alois thinks of Ciel and his blue eyes but the moment is quickly tainted by the memory of their fight that week. In all honesty Alois has begun to lose all interest in Ciel, the only time Ciel proves to be exciting is when Alois makes Ciel uncomfortable. How could Alois possibly have feelings for someone so weak? Alois wants someone who is strong willed and knows how to command himself or herself. Claude’s flashing golden eyes come to mind and Alois gasps.
No, Alois thinks, pressing his face into his pillow. Alois will not permit himself to think about Claude while he’s doing that. Alois’ nether regions disagree as his member steadily begins to harden at the thought of Claude.
“Claude.” Alois gasps softly trying to stay quiet. His mind is instantly assaulted with images and memories of the tall somewhat removed teenager.
Alois thinks of how large and strong Claude’s hand are but yet how they appeared to be fragile and eloquent. Alois thinks of how he never knows quite what Claude is thinking and it drives Alois wild with frustration. Alois thinks of how utterly dominating Claude looks when he gets that serious expression on his face normally when he studies. Alois thinks of all of these things and soon he’s hard in his hands.
“Oh.” Alois whispers squeezing himself firmly and pleasure is sent in waves throughout his entire body. Alois’ classmate was right it feels entirely different when you’re thinking about someone. The pleasure is increased tenfold and Alois mewls wetting his lips.
Pale sharp hips bones are angled at the ceiling as Alois begins to tug on himself in frenzy. He braces himself on the bed by splaying his legs while also pressing his shoulders hard against the cold mattress. Alois wishes that Claude were really there in that moment to warm him up, as the older boy seems to be a human furnace. Alois moans softly as he presses his index finger against his slit, slowly wiping and spreading the pearls of ecstasy that bead from the top.
“Claude.” Alois whispers as his entire body quivers when Alois finally finds a good pace.
His member is so hard in his delicate hands and Alois can’t believe that he’s never tried this before. Everything in the room seems to be spinning and Alois’ breathes are coming out in short shallow pants now as his lungs expand in ribcage fighting for air. To suck in that sweet air that Alois’ pretends is scented with Claude’s cologne. That subtle smell that Alois had been able to pick up on the day that they first kissed and when they rode on the rollercoaster together.
“Oh yes!” Alois mewls pathetically as his hips canter upwards.
Alois imagines Claude’s hands replace his own as his strokes become faster and faster. A little bit of drool as made its way out of Alois’ mouth and sticks to his chin, as Alois literally becomes a hot mess. His blonde hairs stick to his sweaty forehead and Alois feels like his entire body is on fire. It burns. It burns so bad as Alois’ hand becomes rough but he can’t stop. The pleasure is nearing its peak and Alois wants to chase it. Alois wants to hunt it down and embrace it like he would if he ever saw Claude again.
“Oh Claude!” Alois’ voice is strained and he pants rapidly, chest rising and falling covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Oh my god.” Alois whines curling his toes. The summit is near and Alois cries out as his small body cannot even contain the feelings overpowering him.
“Claude!” Alois shrieks orgastically as he finally comes undone.
Whites ribbons shot out and arc through the air before landing on the bed sheets in a splattered mess. Alois’ eyes are closed, envisioning Claude no doubt, as his body sings in pleasure. Then the decent down from the peak begins as his member softens and Alois if left gasping on the bed. This had been the most intense moment of his life and Alois begins to laugh weakly at just how winded he is. He can practically envision the cold manner Claude would probably get in after having sex and how he would push his up glasses before probably leaving.
Alois laughs at this, a sad bitter laugh as his post-orgasm bliss melts away to reality. This within itself breaks Alois’ heart a little more.