Visions

"Favourite colour?" Jonas asked me. We were on our way, already traveled a week.

"Black and red. You should know that, Jonas," I teased. He laughed, eying my outfit which was only black and red.

"Mine's green, thanks for asking," He pouted.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, your highness. What's your favourite food?"

"Tacos."

"Oh no! You didn't ask me mine!" I mocked him. He laughed more, and I joined in. He nudged my arm playfully.

"Don't start this with me," I grinned. He just rolled his eyes and grinned back.

"I thought you were going to be all uptight and an asshole. You're actually pretty cool, kid," He smiled.

"I'm 24, Jonas."

"I'm 36, Olivier. Clearly older, so you're a kid."

"Idiot," I mumbled. He laughed, clearly enjoying messing with me.

"Soooo, I heard you were gay," He stated suggestively.

"Soooo, I heard that you could keep your dick in your own pants." He grumbled from next to me.

"We're going to be gone for weeks! We could be fuck buddies!"

"No."

"Bedbuddies."

"Nope."

"Cum chums. Occasional companions. Naked friends. Unadulterated co-conspirators. Inter-casual friends. Groin frere. Pelvic Affliat-"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, and fuck to the no." He sighed dramatically.

"You can call your right hand all of that, though," I joked. He laughed once more.

He's not so bad.