Power is not given to you. You have to take it.

The secret identity of one Monarch Academy student.

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Fletcher smirked devilishly and nodded his head, brushing his thumb against his lips as the taste of James' lingered on them. "If you say so" he said coyly in agreement, amused by the thought. How strange class would be on Monday morning, Fletcher was convinced he'd spend all day staring into the eyes of random students, trying to figure out who his mystery man was. "See you on Monday" he said smoothly as James departed.

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Fletcher slid off of the basin and back onto his feet, pulling his clothes back on, trying to be as least clumsy as possible though it was difficult. He wrapped a hand around James' wrist "I'd like that" he informed him boldly "Will I ever know who you are?" he asked in addition, kissing James back tenderly, thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn't decide if he wanted to know who James was or not but he did want to know if he ever would. 

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Fletcher chuckled breathlessly and ran a hand through his hair "I should have warned you better, I'm sorry" he said with a soft smirk, touching his fingertips to James' stomach.

He ran his tongue over his teeth and raised his eyebrows "Good?" he asked curiously, requesting a truthful answer from the boy as he brought their lips together in a tender kiss.

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Fletcher nodded his head in agreement before he could find the words to let James know. "Just a little longer" he said, his voice slightly strained as it left his throat but his words and more importantly his intentions were clear.

Not long after Fletcher came hard into James' fist, his palm squeezing the boy's shoulder tightly as he groaned with his jaw hanging open rigidly. "Fuck" he said again and silently berated himself for his cursing.

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He placed a hand to James' hand, gripping gently at the firm muscles beneath his shirt and his skin beneath that. He pressed his lips together, it was nice, the rough handling of another male.

[maskedmanfor-tonight]

Sophomore. What about you?

[fletchermarron-blog]

Junior. Are you just going to ask all of my questions back to me? Hardly fair.

What color is your hair?

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He nodded his head as he tipped it back, eyes shut against the harsh lighting in the bathroom "Harder" he asked, practically begged, assuring James that there was no need to go easy on him. He dug his nailed into James' back to encourage him if words wouldn't do enough alone.

[maskedmanfor-tonight]

But, I refuse to go first though.

Maybe asking questions would be easier.

[fletchermarron-blog]

First question is always the easiest. I'd be happy to go first.

What grade are you in?

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Fletcher nodded confidently with his forehead pressed firmly to James' "I want you" he confirmed without any hesitation at all, his body was simply aching to be satisfied by James, was he unclear? He wondered but said nothing. "And you?" he asked, placing a hand to the other boy's cheek and kissing him once more, a tenderness to his touch to reassure James that Fletcher wasn't having second thoughts in any way.

Fletcher licked his own lips before taking James' hand, dipping the boy's fore and middle finger into Fletcher's mouth and slicking them as he pulled his hand away "Go in smooth" he requested as their eyes locked and Fletcher dropped James' hand, wrapping his arms around the teen's shoulders.

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"You're the boss, b-" he started but pressed his lips together, stopping himself from saying  . He didn't want to give away his identity by saying something he often said, he was sure he'd done plenty to reveal himself by now, he didn't want to make it any worse.

Fletcher was impressed by the way James' lifted him with such ease, he brushed his hand against the male's bicep in admiration. Admittedly he appreciated the gesture, most men he'd been with didn't offer him the same attention, it was mostly 'hands against the wall and don't complain'. He tugged James by his tie, dragging his face closer and kissed him passionately.  

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"Fuck" Fletcher spat out, he hadn't even thought of such a thing. He patted down his chest quickly with eyebrows raised "Wait" he said, bending down and reaching for his pants pocket, pulling a slim wallet out and grabbing a condom from it. He smirked and tore the packet open with his teeth "I'm always prepared" he informed him boldly, though quite frankly, he rarely bothered with preparation of this nature if he could avoid it.

He licked his lips as he rolled it onto James' cock, admiring the teen while he did so, he couldn't wipe the smug expression off of his face, not even for a second or two.

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Some people just don’t know how to have fun, I haven’t stopped drinking for more than a little after an hour since I arrived.

Who wants to do shots?

[sybellasommers-blog]

Me!!

[fletchermarron-blog]

Alright, what are we drinking?

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So, what if I suggested we move this somewhere a little more intimate?

[alexandra-warren]

Yeah I’d be alright with that.

[fletchermarron-blog]

Well our dorms are out of the question. Any ideas?

[fletchermarron-blog]

I can do that.

[alexandra-warren]

Good.

[fletchermarron-blog]

So, what if I suggested we move this somewhere a little more intimate?

[alexandra-warren]

Well feel free to kiss me again then.

[fletchermarron-blog]

I can do that.

[alexandra-warren]

You don’t think a letter will give it away?

[fletchermarron-blog]

Hmm it might.

Maybe we can talk about it later...I don't know if I can resist kissing you again for much longer.

[alexandra-warren]

I’m an upperclassmen.

[fletchermarron-blog]

Hot.

Can you give me a clue about your name? Anything? A letter?