Speeding in Clairemont

~Tony~

Fuck I had a date with Mike tonight. I didn't know what I was going to wear, would I need anything? How far we were gonna go if we even went anywhere?

"Kellybear!"

"What?!"

"Help me!"

"Ugh! What do you need help with?!"

"Help me pick an outfit!"

"For fuck's sake, you're a flaming homosexual! Can't figure it out yourself?" He shrieks.

"Noooooo! Just get your girly ass in here!"

Kellin soon stomped into my room with wet crazy hair and an extra-long sweatshirt. He wasn't wearing any pants so he kind of looked like a girl.

"I dare you to wear just that to your date." I laughed.

"I'll probably wear it tomorrow morning. Because at least I'll get some." Kellin snapped, crossing over to my closet. He pulled out black ripped jeans and my Star Wars t shirt. "Wear that with your black lace up TOMS. Congratulations, an outfit. Now, if you will kindly excuse me, I need to finish doing my hair." Kellin pushed me out of the way fabulously and stalked off.

I grabbed the pants and smelled something vaguely fruity. "You smell good!" I yelled.

"I know!"

I changed quickly and yanked on my shoes. I changed my gauges from the gold to the silver ones and opted not to wear a snapback. Going into the bathroom, I saw Kellin straightening his hair.

"Why are you straightening it, cutie?"

"Because, if I don't I'll look like a girl. I already have to the figure and the voice of one, I don't need the facial appearance of one too." He huffed.

"Sweetie, it's always gonna be there. And obviously your flat iron isn't doing a very good job, because the bottom of your hair is still wavy. So, leave it." I checked myself and made sure everything was in order.

Kellin slammed the iron down. "Whatever, I hope he likes wavy because that's what he's gettin'." Kellin was a sassy little shit, and I sure hope Vic could handle him.

"Alright, hun, I'll see you later, I'm gonna go." I grabbed my phone and my keys.

"Okay, I'll see you...plan on tomorrow about lunch time. Love you, kisses!" He shouted as I opened the door.

"Love you too! Practice safe sex!" I shut the door and headed off to Mike's.

*****

When I got to the building, I pressed the buzzer and nice little old lady let me in. I got into the elevator and pressed the button for the sixth floor. My anxiety was not enjoying this little adventure so my hands were shaking and my feet were tapping impatiently. The doors opened and I walked down the hallway, and saw a door with the number 26 on it and a sign that said 'come in' messily on the front.

I assumed it was fine for me to enter and I pushed the door open. "Hello?"

No one answered but I think I heard the shower running. Looking around the apartment, I realized Mike must live here with his brother Vic.

There were random things strewn around, some lighters, hairbrush...oh shit is that a condom?! Oh God, what am I supposed to do with that? I just kind of kicked it under the couch since I didn't see anything else to do with it.

I guess I'm a bit nosy, maybe, I went into a bedroom that I assumed was Mike's since it smelled like Old Spice and cigarette smoke and maybe some weed. It had dark blue walls, a rumpled bed, and some clothes on the floor. Typical guy's room.

Turning around, I ran straight into Mike, who was dripping wet and wearing only a towel. His hair was wet and curly and his skin was covered in drops of water. He looked like a God and I could feel myself blushing. We both just stared at each other for a minute.

"Hi." He said simply.

"Hi." I paused for a second before shaking myself. "I'm just...uh..."

"Yeah. I'll um..." We both tried to alternately enter and exit the room at the same time, only we got caught in the doorway and ended up squashing our bodies together. Oh fuck he smells really good. We moved against each other trying to get out for a few seconds before I grabbed his shoulders, and moved him over. I pushed myself out of the room and he shut the door.

Oh my God...

*****

I sat on the couch spacing off when Mike came back into the room. He had on jeans, but no shirt and he was rubbing his hair furiously. He walked towards me, obviously not feeling uncomfortable in the slightest. I, however, was blushing madly and trying not to ogle him.

"Sorry about that, I didn't think you'd be here this early." He stood in front of me and looked down at me, still drying his hair.

"No, it's my fault I shouldn't have been in there." I apologized meekly.

"Don't worry about it, hun. I just need to finish doing my hair and then we can do whatever." He smiled and I blushed again, goddammit.

I nodded and he left the room, going into what I assumed was the bathroom.

"You can turn on the tv if you want!" He yelled.

"Okay!" I searched on the tv for the power button and turned it on and saw it was already on Fantasy Factory. I couldn't help but smile. He remembered.

He came out a few minutes later, pulling a beanie over his now straight hair and falling down on the couch next to me. Mike put his arm on the back of the couch behind my shoulders and stretched out his skinny legs.

Mike turned to me slightly. "Hello again."

I giggled a little. "Hi."

"How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Better now that you're here."

Oh, that smooth fucker. I didn't know what to say so I just looked at my hands awkwardly. He reached over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "If I smoked in here, would it bother you?"

I shook my head. It was so polite of him to ask. He lit a cigarette and took a drag before leaning his head back and blowing out the smoke. He looked so fucking sexy like that, dear God.

Mike turned back to me and I saw his gaze flick down to my lips before settling back on my eyes. "So, Tony, tell me about yourself."