Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 11:12:00 +1000
From: Addisyn Draco Batchelor <addisyn.draco@gmail.com>
Subject: Ok. Ch.1

This story is a work of fiction. any similarities are completely
coincidental. 'Ok.' contains love and sex between teenage boys. Any mention
of celebrities or characters from tv is not an assumption of their
sexuality.The obvious thing if you don't like this is to go somewhere
else. If it is illegal to read this where you're from please do the
same. It also contains some coarse language, just coz it's hard to write
naturally without writing the way I speak. Overall I'd rate it M for mature
audiences, so if you're not old enough to be here, please seriously
consider not being here. This is my first public submission, but please
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Ch.1
Toby.

I wake up, as usual, at 6:00. Time for lessons. Apparently I need to finish
school, whether I'm a multi-millionaire or not. I know everything they're
teaching me anyways, and could probably teach them. But it's too much
hassle. So I crawl out of bed and head to my bathroom. I get to the mirror
and check the damage from last night. My hair is all over ther place, my
eyes are blood shot and my undies are inside out. Minor damage so far, I
just have to wait until the memories flood back. I strip down, check that
my equipment hasn't been tampered with. Yep, he's fine. I shower, dress as
quickly as possible and head downstairs from my third floor bedrrom to the
restaurant quality kitchen. Not bragging, just yeah. The old hag that
tutors me looks me up and down and shakes her head

"What did you get up to last night?" She asks me, accusation dripping from
her words. That's when the memories flood back. Major drinking binge with
the cast of Neighbours. Lot's of booze. Calen Mackenzie was very flirty. Or
I was flirting with him. Either way, he ended up being a lot of fun.

"Bout 47." I say, smirking while reminiscing

"47 what?",

"Absinthe shots. And about 23 tequila slammers." I say, matter-of-factly

"You are impossible. You are going to get your record deal taken from you!
Do you want that?" She screams, in her best attempt at genuine care.

"I honestly don't care anymore! If it means I don't have to be lonely or
concerned with what anyone else thinks about me, then fine!!" I scream, and
storm outside, not even caring who heard me. Might seem over the top, but
you don't know what I deal with from these people! I jumped on my purple
Suzuki motorbike, put my helmet on and ride as fast as possible out of my
imposing gates. I travel down the road and get as far as the shops 10km
away before I stopped, got off my bike and went into a little convenience
store. I bought a pack of smokes, an energy drink and a lighter and went
outside. As I sat down to light a smoke I looked up and saw him. He was the
single most beautiful thing I'd ever laid my eyes on. He had blonder than
blond hair and blue eyes I could see from where I was sitting. He was tall,
about 6'', and slim. I must have been staring, because he started to walk
towards me. I stopped breathing. Well, it felt like it, I may have been
hyper-ventilating. Being a so called rock star, I wasn't used to this sort
of reaction. Well, I've seen it plenty, just never experienced it. Then he
was right in front of me and he spoke the words of the angels;

"Could I please grab a smoke, dude?" I could have died. He said it with a
smile that liquified my bones, but not before his beautiful voice had
shattered my knee caps.

"S-sure" I stammer. Damn my stutter! I thought I'd fixed that!

"Thanks" he said.

I handed him a smoke and realize I hadn't lit mine. When we're lit, we sit
down and silence falls. He eventually says

"Is that your bike?"

"Y-yeah, it is. I love him" I say

He laughs, "I thought bikes and cars and things were girls?"

I giggle and say, "Not this one. He's definitely a boy"

"I think he's beautiful" he says

I start blushing. Fuck, I don't even blush! Years of performing on stage
and being in the public eye kind of kills the blushing mechanism.

"He thinks the same" I say before I know what I'm doing.

He tinges pink and smiles again, "Im Axyl Kayl"

"H-hi Axyl, I'm Toby. Toby Drake." Big mistake. This boy is probably going
to recognize me and ask for an autograph. It's cool, but it kinda makes the
whole experience a bit cheap. He just smiles. I jump into the deep end
again. I guess it was a full moon or my mind had suddenly snapped.

"What are you up to tonight?" Why would anyone ask that after five
minutes?! I'm sure he thinks I'm nuts!

"Nothing, why do you ask?" He says, innocent and sweet. He's the devil! He
must be!

"I dunno, I was thinking maybe you'd like to come to mine tonight...?" I
manage to mumble.

"Sure! When would you like to go?" He says, as if it was nothing. I'm sure
my jaw is on the ground. Firstly, he doesn't appear to recognize
me. Secondly, he seems to make me do things i shouldn't. I mean I'm as
rebellious as the next multi-millionaire teenage rock star, but this boy is
making me throw all the rules out the window.

"Now, if you like. I've got another helmet in the bag carrier." I say
hopefully

"Awesome, I love motorbikes!" He says as he puts out his smoke. I realize
that mine has been out for a while. I jump on the bike, he puts the spare
helmet on and jumps on the back. I start the bike up and he wraps his arms
around me. The ride back to my mansion was probably incredibly dangerous,
because my mind was not on the road at all. My heart was racing and my
pants were tight. And judging by the protrusion in my back, Axyl's were
too. Once we got back to my place, I glanced over at Axyl. He was looking
at the house like it had just descended from heaven and started sprouting
rainbows.

"It's not much, but it's home" I said, giggling at the irony of the
statement.

"Your house looks like it eats other houses for breakfast!! Three at
dinner! Is it as big inside as outside?"

"No" I said, with a smirk, "it's a one of a kind of anti-TARDIS
design. Smaller on the inside than the outside. It's about the size of a
closet inside." He starts to giggle a little, which turned into raucous
laughter.

"Doctor Who humour! I think I'm going to like you."

"What, you hadn't already decided that? I ask you to my place after 10
minutes and you think 'Hmm, he seems legit, but I'll decide when I get to
his house and he makes a funny pop culture reference?'" I say. Well, I say
that I said it, I actually only just managed to choke it out between
laughs.

"Pretty much" he says with a brain exploding grin.

"Total spontaneity. I think I'm going to like you" I smile, making sure I
catch every detail of his reaction. Just then my maid comes out of the
house to warn me that I shouldn't stand on the lawn with strange boys. And
she added something about my tutor, whatever her name is, throwing a
tantrum somewhere in the house. I notice Axyl looking at me funny.

"Strange?" Axyl asks. I just grin. Best not make him feel bad. I said to my
maid,

"This is my friend, Laura, don't worry. And if you see that old bitch, tell
her to go home, please. Don't tell her the 'please' bit though.". She
smiles and walks back inside mumbling something as I turn to Axyl and ask,
"Would you like to come inside? It's much more comfortable than my front
lawn."

"Sure, but what's your tutor's problem?" he asked.

"Well, I kind of screamed at her because she doesn't like my party
habits. " I respond

"Hahaha! The bitch!" He laughed, melting me all over again.

We walk in to the foyer to the kitchen where Laura is making dinner. I go
to the fridge and grab an energy drink.

"Do you want anything to drink dude?" I ask Axyl.

"Do you have coke?" He asks. I throw him a coke, he catches it and smiles.

"So, is this your parent's house?" Wow, he really doesn't know me. If he
did he'd know my parents abandoned me as a kid and I've done everything
myself. That's common paparazzi knowledge.

"No, this is mine. My parents abandoned me. I bought this after my first
album went platinum." I say, in way of a test. His eyes bulge.

"Oh, shit, wow. I'm sorry. Wait. Album? Platinum?" He blurts. I just smile.

"I'll show you" I say. 'Excellent,' I think to myself, 'he's passed the
first test. He's either an amazing actor or totally oblivious. Dating
someone who knows about me already would suck.' I take his hand and lead
him upstairs to the lounge room. Well, the award room. I don't have a lot
of awards, but there are enough to fill a full shelf. Not to mention the
Teen Choice Award surfboard in the corner. Axyl just stood there
dumbfounded.

"Why haven't I heard of you?" He asks.

"Beats me," I say " I thought you already did. Do you know the song Pheonix
Rising?"

"Yes! I love that song! Is it yours?!"

"Yep. It was my debut single, a year or two ago. My debut album, Radiation,
won all these awards, and my second album comes out soon."

"Wow. I never know what I get myself into, do I" he asks rhetorically, but
nervously "I'm sure I'm not good enough for you"

I didn't know what he meant by that exactly, but his eyes made me go out on
a limb and say,

"You are the one person on this planet that shouldn't worry if he is good
enough for me. I just met you, but you have already proven to be
spontaneous, humble and if you don't mind me saying, sexy as hell. If you
were to run off scared now, I'd be alone again, and I don't want to do
that. I like you Axyl. You are kinda perfect for me..." I didn't get to
finish that sentence, because his lips interrupted me. While my heart leapt
from my mouth he started to kiss me passionately, which I eventually
returned. After 5 minutes or so of passionate kissing, we broke apart. I
was shaking. So was he. I needed a smoke, so I said,

"Want to come see my smoking room?"

"You have a room for just for smoking!?"