- Mayes -

Oh my god.

Nope. Discard that thought.

I flex my fingers, barely brushing the blanket pulled over my roommate's head. Lemi shivers under my touch and for a moment I can swear I heard a moan. I shake away the impossibility. "Dude if you're sick, at least shut up your damn alarm when you hear it going off."

The alarm had started blaring at least ten minutes ago and we'd already gotten too weak knocks on the door about the noise. I had to get up out of the comfort of my bed to shut it off.

His voice stutters out, muffled by the blanket, "S-sorry."

"Uh." My eyes dart to my surroundings, everything looked in order, no clocks melting or freud sitting in the corner telling me I want to have sex with my sister. I pinch my cheek, feeling the slight pain it brings. Okay, so this isn't a dream. But still, Lemi's prideful ass wasn't one to apologize. I answer in the only way that comes to mind, "It's okay?"

He doesn't respond with any quip like I was expecting. Honestly, I'm at a loss.

"Well, since I'm up, I'm going to go to school..." Lie, I was going to see if Mic was here and wanted to rough up some kids into giving us their lunch money. Just kidding, the kids here don't carry around lunch money. We were gonna do wa~y more naughty things.

He still doesn't respond.

For a moment I just watch his form, shivering under the sheets. Probably a cold. The facility liked to shut off all forms of heat at night, saying we didn't need it since it was still practically summer, but the mountains got pretty cold at night. Well, more like freezing, but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. "I'll see if I can make the school nurse visit our room during class. God knows I'd do anything to get her in heee-?"

I'm startled into stupidity by Lemi's hand darting out from beneath the blanket and grabbing hold of my shirt. "Don't," his voice squeaks. I mean, he may be sick but this is still weird. My eyes narrow, mulling over the possibility again. Well, not much I can do but check to see.

My hands grab the blanket, I give it a little tug to make sure my hold is tight.

"What-?"

I don't wait for him to understand what I'm doing before I rip the whole thing off of him, sending him tumbling to the floor with a small scream. I pause a moment after thinking that maybe wasn't such a good idea, given he might be sick and could've gotten hurt, but the worry is immediately pushed aside as I remember he literally rolls out of bed every morning. God, this kid is a weirdo. Lemi rolls a little, coming to a complete stop after he's hit my feet. He's laying belly up and I take in the whole picture.

A wicked grin spreads across my face.

Lemi's face is blushed, if it was only that, I would've thought he was angry he was so red. But it wasn't just that. There was the breathing, heavy and moist; the terrified look on his face like I'd caught him kicking a puppy (though, given his whole 'thing' about touching and PDA, this might be worse than kicking a puppy); and the swell in his pants that told me exactly what was going on.

I stared down at him, the smirk still on my face. "Let me guess, it started around midnight last night, a burning in your gut?" He nods slowly, and I nod in return. "Right, right. But, considering it's you, it must have gotten pretty painful." Tears were leaking from his eyes and he nodded again. "Yeah," I crouch to be closer to really get my point across, letting the smile fall, "most would've just taken their penis in hand at the first sign of heat and jacked off until it went away. Though I'm guessing that you have no idea what's going on as well as no idea what jacking off even means."

He breaks into full sobs, "I know what it means now!"

I look around the room, wondering what should be done in this situation. Lemi's got his hands on his face and he's starting to get a little hysterical. I would pat his head, or jack him off if only so he'd stop crying, but he does have this whole 'no touchy' thing going on. "There, there," I finally say, patting the air around him like he's some kind of diseased animal.

God, you'd think a tenth grader would know what jacking off meant at this point.

"It'll be okay." I really have no idea what I'm saying. It won't be okay for a while, if I'm correct. Not until he beats it out of his system at least.

He sniffles. It's kind of cute but I'm not going to tell him that. "How?" he asks right before he breaks back down into sobs. "It hurts and that's gross and I don't want to do that!" Well, at least he's still got his priorities... The way he likes them...

I'm silent for a long moment. Then I open my mouth with a wicked idea in the back of my mind, "I could help you, you know? I know just the thing to make this go away."

"You do?" Lemi looks at me through his hands, I can see hope glistening in his eyes. Ho~ boy, I'm about to smash that to smithereens.

"But you have to listen to me first." He nods quickly, wiping away the snot dripping from his nose with his sleeve. Okay, that's the shirt you wore yesterday, which I'm pretty sure you were going to wear today, don't be wiping your snot all over it, that's nasty. I shake away the inner monologue and forge on, "You know what I was saying about curses?"

"Yeah?"

"The curses make the victim become pretty much the personification of one of the seven deadly sins, I mean, there's still some of you that remains, obviously given how you're still, well, you." He cocks his head to the side, with a question on his tongue but I cut him off before he can speak. "Yeah, well, congrats! You're one of the cursed this year. Though I guess in your case, given your aversion to physical contact, the curse of Lust isn't the best one you could have gotten."

The tears start flowing again, this time heavier. Oh god. "You've got to be kidding me!"

I pat the air lightly again, hoping that he can see I'm at least trying to abide by his rules. "Yeah, yeah. Don't believe me all you want, but that," I point to the small tent in his uniform pants, "is proof you're the chosen Lust for the year."

"I want it to go away!" He's fully fallen into hysteria, great. "You said you could make it go away! Make it go away!" He sounds like a child, I think with annoyance.

"Right, as you wish." I grab Lemi, finding he fits rather easily into my arms and drop him onto my bed.

"What are you doing?" His voice is all nasally like he can't breath through his nose at all.

He inhales sharply as I hoist up his legs and fling his pants off of him. "I'm doing what I said I would, I'm making your erection go away." I make a mocking gesture, "It'll be like, 'poof! All gone'."

Lemi shakes his head once, eyes wide, "What are you gonna do?"

"Relax, I won't go all the way," I reply with a smirk. My hand snakes around to the back of his neck, pulling him in close before planting a kiss on his lips. "Just gonna get you off and then off to school."

He looks at me with horror, another tear rolling down his face. "That was my first kiss."

I make a face, "Yeah, well, considering it's you, that's not surprising." Lemi wasn't bad looking, he was pretty average with a handful of attractive features that were easily ignored once you learned his personality. His brown hair fell into his face but he kept it combed back, revealing two bright amber eyes that were the true center of his good looks. He was on the short side but was still taller than an average girl. I sigh, feeling a little guilty about taking his first kiss and making it so juvenile. I pull him close again.

"Mayes?" Is all he gets out before my mouth is on his and my tongue is invading. He squirms under me, making grunts into my mouth like he's not sure what to do or how to respond. Given he's, well, him, I guess that's true.

I deepen the kiss a little more and I feel him gasp beneath my mouth. It doesn't take me long to realize why as my naked chest feels suddenly very warm. I pull away to look down between us, finding cum dripping onto my boxers. I look back at Lemi with a face that's dead pan serious, "Did-" That's when I notice the cum dripping from the underside of his chin and all over his shirt. I close my eyes for a moment, taking a breath. Okay, so that might have been really super fast, but it's not like that's bad, I was just doing it to help him. I motion for him, "Take off your shirt, we need to get that out before it stains."

He does as I say, unbuttoning quickly. His skin is pale like he's seen the sunlight all of twice in his life. I blame that on his habit of falling asleep as soon as he's within arm's distance of a bed.

I stand up with his shirt, moving to pick up his pants so I could wash those too while I was at it, when I'm stopped. My boxers tug away from my skin, Lemi's fingers holding me in place. He's looking at the bed and I know what he's going to say. He's gonna be all like 'why did you do that?' and 'don't ever do that again' and 'you're a dick' blah blah-blah blah, blah.

Before I can open my mouth he speaks, looking up at me through tear laden eyelashes. His voice is a tiny whisper, barely audible, but every syllable rings loudly in my ears. "It still hurts."

I can't help the grin that takes residence on my face.