#will i ever actually draw alvis in full? no

[ritoryb]

wow. just like in ff10

[find-the-eyes]

I’ll Try Anything Once: Chapter 5

Written By: ss, Sol Edited By: Sol, Allegra

Bob woke up extra early the next morning to take Alvy on a much-deserved walk, to clear his thoughts of what had happened with Alex on the day they met. Despite the way Alex had treated Bob, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about him.

“I really almost made a friend, Alvy,” Bob sighed, thinking about how he had purposefully avoided Alex in class the next day, “and I ignored him. And then his guitar got stolen in class and I didn’t say anything.”

Alvy barked, trotting happily along the deserted sidewalk. His golden curls gleamed in the sunlight of the early morning. Bob guessed that his own were doing the same. “Maybe I’ll try to do better in class today and invite him to sit with me. Yeah, he was mean, but… That doesn’t mean he’s a bad person.” Alvy, being a dog, didn’t respond. Bob sighed, desperately wishing for some human friends. Suddenly, Alvy saw something and took off sprinting towards the park across the street.

“Alvy!!” Bob ran after him, but was stopped by oncoming traffic that his dog had narrowly evaded. After the traffic passed, Bob had officially lost sight of Alvy, but kept going in the direction that Alvy had run off in. A few minutes later, there wasn’t even a sign of which direction Alvy had gone in. Bob tried to quell his rising panic.

Luckily, Paul was passing through the park that morning as well, and happened to see the blur of golden fur zoom by. He stood dumbstruck for a moment, then took off sprinting behind him. Paul ran after the dog for what felt like miles. Alvy, having lost sight of what he had originally run off for, became quite anxious after realizing he had run away from Bob. He stopped suddenly and sat down.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Paul approached Alvy cautiously, holding out his hand. “I’m going to find your friend. Don’t worry.” Paul had never been much of a people person, but he felt a sense of obligation to return the pup to its rightful owner. He knew he would want someone to do the same for him.

Alvy whined, but licked Paul’s hand, deciding to trust him. “Good boy,” Paul smiled. He checked the tag on Alvy’s collar. “Alvy!” Alvy immediately perked up when he heard his name. “Don’t worry, I’m going to find your friend.” Paul looked on the other side of the tag, “Bob, is it?” Alvy wagged his tail upon hearing his best friend’s name. “Alright, buddy. Let’s find Bob.”

Paul walked through the park with Alvy, on a close lookout for anyone who looked like they were missing a dog. He instantly stopped and laughed to himself when he saw a mop of blond curls holding a leash without a dog.

“Hey, excuse me?” Paul ran up to him with Alvy. “Is this your dog?”

Bob was caught by surprise. “How did you know?”

“Pets look like their people, don’t they?”

“You could say that.” Paul’s reasoning tickled Bob more than it should have and he couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape.

“I saw him running a few streets over.” Paul glanced back. “He must have been chasing a squirrel or something.”

“Thanks so much for bringing him back, um...” Bob smiled politely, not knowing the savior’s name yet.

“Paul,” the dark haired man nodded back.

“Paul, right. Thank you Paul. I’m Bob,” Bob said. “I can’t believe you found Alvy so fast!”

“Yeah, well, I know my way around this part of town,” Paul said. “Also, I couldn’t stand seeing such a cute dog running around on his own. With a tag nonetheless.” He looked at Alvy fondly, even giving him a pat on the head. Alvy barked happily.

“I don’t know how I could ever repay you…” Bob said softly.

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe we could go for lunch sometime?” Paul shrugged casually.

“Yeah, of course. Do you want my cell number?”

Paul nodded. “I’ll take it.”

Bob waited for Paul to take out his phone. But Paul only dug through his pockets, then lifted the sleeves of his jacket when he realized that he had nothing on him. “Just write it on my arm for now, I guess.”

“Oh, alright,” Bob laughed as he scribbled out his number with a pen from his pocket.

“See you around, then?”

“Yeah, you too!”

Bob smiled as he and Alvy walked back home, satisfied that he had finally - hopefully - made a friend in his new environment. Meeting Paul and befriending him had given Bob newfound confidence in himself, so he decided that the next time he met Alex he would give him a second chance.

Fortunately for Bob, that second chance was just around the corner. The next day, as he was walking to class, he heard someone call his name. He turned his head to see Alex jogging to his direction, trying to catch up.

“Hi,” Bob said to Alex, who had caught up with him and was now walking alongside him. Alex didn’t answer immediately, as he was still trying to catch his breath, but he nodded at Bob.

Bob noticed the guitar case Alex was holding. “You got your guitar back?”

“Yes! Oh-” Alex’s grin turned into a confused look. “Wait, how did you know my guitar got lost?”

Bob gulped. “Uh, word spread fast,” he lied. He didn’t want to be found out for eavesdropping the other day when he had tried to ignore the man entirely.

Alex ah’d in response. They made their way into the classroom to their seats near the window. Bob looked out the window to calm his nerves from the sudden interaction he just had with Alex. As much as he was very pleased that he was on talking terms again with Alex, the short conversation still caught him off guard. He tried to take stay calm by distracting himself, looking out the window to see a dog trotting along the sidewalk.

“I had a dear thing of mine returned too yesterday,” Bob braved himself, opening a conversation with the other man, turning his head to look at Alex.

Alex looked up from his sketchbook. “Oh? That’s nice. What’d you lose?”

“Umm, my dog.” Bob hoped he didn’t sound like a bad owner.

Thankfully Alex didn’t seem to respond negatively about it. “Really now?” his reply sounded genuinely curious. So Bob let on.

“Yeah, he ran off, saw a squirrel probably. Then apparently this guy saw and he ran after Alvy. He brought him to me, and it’s kind of weird because he thought I resembled my dog in a way and that’s how he managed to return him to me.” This was the most Bob had said in a few days and it didn’t feel as scary as he thought it would. He even let out a small chuckle at the end. Alex was watching intently and it felt good that he was actually being listened to.

“That is kind of weird, because I had someone chase down the guy who stole my guitar too. I guess I was as lucky as the person who helped you because we asked the right people at that time.”

“Who stole your guitar?” Bob knew the answer, but just wanted to talk to Alex more.

“Some guy. He was actually in our class yesterday,” Alex shrugged. “I didn’t report to the authorities though.” Bob only nodded in reply.

Not long after, the class finally started and everyone went silent. Bob was almost sad that he had to stop the conversation with Alex. But then Alex leaned close and whispered, “By the way, are you free tonight?” Bob’s heart stopped beating. “Me and the guy from yesterday are going to get drinks, want to come?” Bob let out the breath he was holding.

“Sure,” he replied shortly, trying to conceal his excitement.

The professor started to explain that day’s activities. They were going to go outside and draw the environment around them. Bob was pleased that he was finally able to practice his drawing in class. He and Alex walked together to find a nice spot to draw. Even though he had warmed up to Alex, Bob was still uneasy about working on his art around him. He was still not fully over the fact that Alex had made fun of his drawings. He unconsciously clutched his sketchbook tighter to himself. Distract him, Bob thought, Distract him from your drawings.

“So, drinks.”

“Yes?” Alex replied.

“With this guy who helped you. What’s he like?” Was he cute? Bob added to himself.

“He’s...” Alex’s voice faltered, trying to find the right words to describe the man who had helped him. “He looks a bit rough, but he was alright, I guess,” Alex said, reminiscing on the previous day's events.

“I could say the same for the guy who brought back Alvy to me,” Bob quipped.

“Really?”

“Yeah. He looks like he could use a full night’s sleep,” and Bob added, though he was only muttering the words, “or a nice bath.”

“Huh,” Alex said. His eyebrows knitted together. “Were his teeth chipped?”

Now Bob had stopped in his tracks. “Yes?!” He couldn’t believe what was happening. “Is his name--”

“Paul,” they exclaimed in unison.

They both stood there staring at each other in disbelief, and then they laughed.

“I was going to have lunch with him next week. You should come join us too,” Bob said, now grinning. Alex agreed to the invitation, and both of them knew that Paul wouldn’t mind the extra company too.

[johnandrasjaqobis]

A pretty pointless and short Killjoys fic, because I thought up the conversation while at work and wanted to get it written. but like tbh it goes nowhere at all.

I might go back at some point and clean it up some to put on AO3, but for now I want to sleep.

Established D’avin/Alvis because listen I just want these losers to be at least a little happy.

The ship was quiet. It was the unfortunate part of any travel between planets – sometimes they were just a few hours apart, sometimes the orbits made the trip far longer than they had any right to be. Those days made D’avin grateful that Lucy was actually a comfortable ship, one built for long distances.

Didn’t mean he actually slept for most of it. Sleep was never a consistent thing, he was used to that. Even Lucy was used to it, opening doors as he got to them without comment as he wandered the hallways. Going to the bridge was just habit, even with the course on auto pilot.

He wasn’t used to someone else being there first.

D’avin paused in the doorway, only moving in when the door started to close on him.

Something told him Lucy entirely meant to do that.

Alvis was in the copilot seat, his back to the door. He didn’t move, but it wasn’t like he wouldn’t have heard – the guy was impossible to sneak up on even when someone was trying. D’avin still hesitated. Whatever it was that they had started was new, not something he was entirely used to.

But hells, no point holding back these days, right?

He went to the other chair, pausing long enough to press a kiss to the top of Alvis’s tight braids with a quiet, “Hey,” before sitting down.

Alvis barely cracked an eye open, but there was something like the start of grin before it closed again. The bridge was quiet for a minute; D’avin watched the view screen until he felt Alvis shift next to him, usually a good sign that whatever bout of meditation this was had ended. Or at least had been put on pause for the moment.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” D’avin asked.

“Of course not.” Alvis leaned back in the seat a little, his eyes still closed. “Scarbacks don’t require something as trivial as sleep.”

D’avin had to pause, squinting at him a moment, before he scoffed. “You’re screwing with me,” he said, “and I don’t care.” He could hear a quiet huff of breath that was something close to a laugh.

“You’ve believed stranger.”

“Yeah, well, you’re weird.” D’avin settled back into his own chair, arms folded behind his head. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said matter-of-factly. Made it feel a little more normal. “Nothing weird about that, though, guess it kinda comes with the territory.”

Alvis gave a short hum. “So you come here to meditate, too?”

“Well, obviously, but you took my spot.”

That got an actual chuckle, and D’avin didn’t hold back his own grin. It was still rare enough to see any kind of actual reactions from Alvis under normal circumstances, there was something immensely satisfying about making him laugh. Take what victories you could.

“So,” D’avin pressed after a moment, “couldn’t sleep either?”

There was another stretch of silence. Then Alvis shook his head.

“Comes with the territory.”

He let it go at that.

D’avin was used to the silence by now. Alvis had a way of observing, and he liked to do it quietly. Considering how bad D’avin had always been with small talk, he didn’t mind it. Johnny liked to fill the air, and that was fine, but there just had never seemed to be much of a reason to say anything if nothing needed saying.

There might not be a whole lot that D’avin had in common with the monk next to him, but they had always at least agreed on that much.

He was a little surprised, then, when Alvis spoke up again.

“I realized while meditating,” he said, his voice as low as always, “that I never properly thanked you for saving my life.”

D’avin rolled his head to the side a little to raise an eyebrow in Alvis’s general direction. “Pretty sure I’ve saved it a few times, you’ll have to elaborate.”

“There’s a difference between watching someone’s back and purposefully diving into danger.” Alvis looked over himself, and the pointed staring was as strong as ever. “Specifically, the gas in Old Town. You didn’t even hesitate.”

“Right, that one.” D’avin shrugged quickly. “I mean I couldn’t let you get away with being that stupid about things, you had to be around to hear just how stupid it was.”

“Well, you certainly did that,” Alvis noted. “Either way, thank you. You hardly knew me at that point.”

D’avin scoffed. “Still hardly know you, I think,” he said. “That’s half the fun. But even then, it was smart to keep a revolutionary leader on our side.”

Another few beats of silence. Alvis turned a little, his eyes on the front of the bridge and his near smile a tired one. It was the kind of smile that never quite reached his eyes – another thing D’avin had almost gotten used to – but this one still somehow looked more forced than usual.

“There’s no revolution to lead,” Alvis said. “You know that as well as I do; after that wall, the flame is snuffed out. It’ll take years to get people past this fear enough to start anything again.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong, of course. Old Town had been right on the edge of revolt, and the Company had known it. There were probably a lot of factors that went into play when the Scarbacks were framed, but getting the excuse to put that wall up had accomplished a lot for anyone who wouldn’t profit from Westerly deciding to take up arms.

There wasn’t much of a revolution now.

Still, once this whole war for the Quad was over, they’d have to have something to do.

“Maybe not today,” D’avin said, “but there’ll be a fight for Westerly, and when it does come, it’s not gonna be a Killjoy at the helm.”

“I mean Pree was a warlord, apparently.”

D’avin laughed, giving a conceding shrug. “Yeah, guess he was. The way I see it, though, the only way you’re not leading that charge is if the roots have already taken you.”

Alvis looked over again, a curious tilt to his head. “The roots, huh? Didn’t think of you as the spiritual type, Jaqobis.”

That took a little consideration. D’avin let himself do a sweeping look of what exposed skin he could see and the small scars that peppered it. He’d seen seen the prayer on Alvis’s back, taken deliberately just like every single other wound he inflicted on himself without flinching. Even knowing the origins of the ritual as they did now, drawing blood to prove that it was still red and not that sickly green, Alvis made sure to stop and give blessings to anyone who asked. It wasn’t exactly surprising, but it was admirable.

“Maybe not,” D’avin admitted. “But I figure anything that’s somehow managed to keep a reckless asshole like you alive this long has got to have some legitimacy to it.” That got another short chuckle, and he set his eyes back on what very little was visible through the viewscreen. “Besides, everyone needs some kind of absolution, right?”

Another hum. “I guess they do.”

It went quiet again. Something on the control panel beeped once, but nothing started flashing angrily so D’avin felt it safe to ignore.

“So,” Alvis said after a minute with something like a smirk, “should we look into getting you your own robes?”

D’avin laughed. “Baby steps, monk.” He surprised himself a little when he almost unconsciously reached his hand out across the gap, but it was even more surprising when Alvis shifted enough to take it. “Why don’t you tell me the basics first?”

Alvis actually looked a little surprised. “Really? You want a theology lesson?”

“I said the basics,” D’avin corrected, “I don’t need any full-text recitations. But, y’know…it’s important to you. I wanna know.”

There was the full smile. It didn’t happen too often, which made it all the more impressive, and somehow made Alvis look about five years younger as he squeezed D’avin’s hand quickly. Both of their grips loosened after that, hands dropping enough to hang between the chairs while still remaining loosely hooked by a few fingertips.

Seemed like it could be some kind of metaphor. D’avin didn’t look too far into that.

“I assume you know the story of the twelve Uncles who went to Arkyn to fight the devil,” Alvis said, and D’avin snorted.

“Oddly enough, that one sounds familiar.”

He was used to not being able to sleep. It definitely felt like there were much worse ways to spend the time instead.

[mulder-isms]

Green - (Thorcid fanfic)

A\N: This short fic was inspired by the 420 picture and pot gummies so it’s a mess. Because if it ain’t green, I’m not interested *in Laganja’s voice*  

But seriously, green is my favorite color I’m obsessed.  💚 💚 💚 💚

Tell me what you think and save this poor “author” of the anxiety of writing words and give me the boost so this ship must go on. Or just send anon hate (  pls dont tho)

The snake patterned fabric got stuck in the sewing machine. It was enough to make Thorgy curse all the versions of The wizard of Oz and having a breakdown to stare at the void. It happened many times before in the workroom, where the pressure is so high that people are inclined to shut down. The emerald fabric was glistening bright green shades on his face but inside it was all blue. He missed Acid’s smoothing voice lurking on his back telling ‘get it together, girl’. It was a surprise, he didn’t know he would miss Acid Betty for any reason.  

Acid was the glue that was sticking team NYC together during the whole competition. This challenge was making everyone on edge. Including unbreakable Bob. He snapped out of the motionless state because time was running with no intention to stop, ever. Betty would have rolled her eyes profusely at the puddle he was.

Thinking about Acid was comforting, it set his made in the right place, wherever that was.

X

“I guess we’ve reached that point”

Shane was having breakfast on his kitchen table, and by breakfast it meant just pure black coffee (a post Jamin renewed addiction) with some old crackers. Alvy on the other side of the table, eating cereal from a big bowl and had a plate of fresh fruits by his side. The lifelong friend offered some for Shane but he just “Ugh” and grimaced. Because coffee was the proper meal for an empty stomach.

“The last weeks he’s been travelling a lot, you know, and no news here. We’re used to the travelling periods now” Shane continued talking as he was eating some crackers in between. Alvy continued chewing calmly as listening to his roommate with faint interest. “It’s that point where nothing gets on our nerves? Like last week I stayed over because we haven’t seen each other in ages and we fell asleep watching TV… I mean the sex is still great, but sometimes we’re just not in the mood that much”

Alvy shook his head wishing to be spared of the details.

“But I-I…” he stuttered trying to find the words. “I mean is this normal? I know it’s normal but under our circumstances? Aren’t we supposed to be all over each other yet? Am I being dramatic? Don’t answer that! ” Shane blurted out in the speed of light concerned.

Alvy just cleared his throat and started eating an apple slowly.

“For someone that has been a whore for such a long time your lack of knowledge about relationships is astonishing.” Alvy replied in uninterested tone.

“Right?” Shane confirmed laughing and gesticulating with his hands. “That’s because I’ve never been in a relationship for this long with someone I actually care about and that cares for me?” he realized waving his crackers.

“True… and sad. But on a lighter note, yes Shane, it’s normal. Couples stop having sex like rabbits after a while. Thank god. These walls are damn thin and I can’t with you guys thinking you’re doing a casting for Cocky Boys” Alvy assured his friend as he was finishing his bowl.

Shane had no idea what Cocky Boys were but didn’t care anyways. He took a deep breath, but still a little bit of worry hanging on his sleeve.

“Last year on Drag Con we fucked in a bathroom with people coming in and out at 8 am, it was fucking hot”

Alvy closed his eyes and put down his spoon and now that he was recollecting the memories from Drag Con he remembered that Thorgy and Acid were always together, the fugitive glances and ear by ear talks.

“I know I’m crazy, but I keep thinking he is tired of me or this whole situation. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m starving” then he shrugged and grabbed a banana that was in plate and started to peeling it.

X

The concert with Eliot was a blast. He was so pumped with the musical gigs he would have in May too, it was his dream coming to life, and the fact that people appreciated so much when he played made him overwhelmed with happiness. Jamin was on the road and he was constantly sending messages of how tired he was with the whole Roast tour. Jamin had a curious nature, it was easy for him to be excited about going to new places and clubs but touring was draining. You can only tell the same joke so many times.

But Shane knew everything was going to alright. It was 420. He was wearing his Grinch pubes wig and a dress that Jamin could easily take it off.

“Good Luck on your gig, I’m sure you’re gonna kill it. Alotta’s auction is tonight and I’ll see you in her apartment after? Save me some pot gummies, bitch.”

Shane laughed as he stared at the screen. He was high and relaxed from the pot gummies. Bach was still playing on his head, a whole orchestra of Emerald City citizens as he was conducting. The walls melting in green.  He had to see Jamin.

X

Shane loves to see Jamin’s back in the morning, his muscles and shoulder blades contracting, as he is leaning in the kitchen balcony doing the dishes wearing just briefs. He loves how Jamin’s skin is beautiful and soft and he doesn’t even know the devil’s pact he did to have that ass. He loves to see him completely bare of his layers of colors.

But the same time, nothing makes him happier than watch Acid Betty in all the sass and hyper colors. Tonight, she was wearing a green structured dress and the lizard prints all over her neck. They hugged tight and briefly, it was the break from the auction and a queen was doing a number on stage. Thorgy snapped one pic of them together to post on IG, because he could never resist.

“How many gummies did you have?” Acid asked laughing at how far way Thorgy seemed browsing through her phone, trying to post the pic.

Thorgy took teen long seconds to answer with her finger pointing up as if she was actually able to count. “Enough” she precisely answered after giving up and holding a laughter. Acid noticed Thorgy had her backpack in one shoulder and the violin case on the other. A queen was calling Acid back to the stage, she nodded half smiling to Thorgy pulling the sleeve of her green coat and whispering on her ear.

“You look cute”

And she winked her glitter lashes making Thorgy’s stomach swirl.

Acid and pot was a good combination.

X

Jamin didn’t even know how he got in Alotta’s apartament. The auction was a complete blur. The place was full of all the underworld creatures that were lurking dazed and confused in the Metropolitan. He wanted to take a shower to sober up.

He looked down at the bathtub, the dark green water washing away his makeup, his green attires hanging on the top of the curtains hanger. When he opened his eyes, after rinsing the shampoo off his hair he noticed someone was in the bathroom and he yelled hastily. He completely forgot to lock the door.

“It’s occupied!”

The person’s figure was undefined but the green top of hair and the height could be only one person. Before Jamin knew Shane was joining him under the shower, his Thorgy face still on. He urgently kissed Jamin, their make up being destroyed by the running water and the friction of their bodies. Jamin enjoyed then sensation of having his boyfriend all wet in his arms forgetting about the opened door. When Shane stopped to catch a breath Jamin picked some liquid soap and place on his hand to wash his face.

“Close your eyes, you nut” he asked as Shane was giggling looking positively crazy and super adorable. Shane closed his eyes and Jamin washed his face. First he rubbed the glue of his thick brows, and Shane’s features were appearing slowly again, his light skin red with the temperature and the contact, the small nose, and his squinted gray-green eyes sparkling again behind the black eyeliner residues.

Jamin took a second to appreciate the face that was forming in front of him. Then he turned around to wash his own hair, since he was in the process of doing it when Shane interrupted him.

“You still have lizard scales” Shane pointed rubbing Jamin’s neck from behind.

“Thorgy?”

Alotta’s deep voice was inside the bathroom already. Jamin and Shane froze but it was too late to do anything and they were too high to even function.

“Bitch, who are you blowing in this bathroom?” he asked suspicious noticing the two silhouettes.

“I’m with Acid. I was trying to get her to fuck me but we are pouring green and I’m seeing leprechaun violinists”  

“She really is!” Jamin went along.

Alotta squinted his eyes holding the doorknob and then she cackled screamed.

“You Ru Girls are fucking disgusting.  I want you two out my tub in five minutes” Alotta replied unbothered and too high to care too. It wasn’t the weirdest thing he saw tonight.

They both laughed and got off the the shower quickly. They put some clothes on fast and joined the others in the living room, they got lucky but they wouldn’t want to draw any attention. There was a cloud of god knows what forming in the living room. Nobody noticed they both had wet hair.

The night continued with lots of drinks and different many items of cannabis haute cuisine. Shane was almost passed out on the couch observing Jamin playing cards with the rest of the men and drag queens. Everything was fading away slowly…

X

When Shane woke up he was still on the couch. He was afraid he was going to be stuck in a green sunrise but everything looked colored enough for his relief. His eyes searched for other bodies on the floor but there wasn’t anybody in sight, just a low electronic music playing in the background.

He wondered if Jamin left without him, but right after his brain formulated the question Jamin appeared from behind and joined him in the couch. Shane made room for him, so he could hug him by the waist and he could rest his chin on the top of Jamin’s head.

They stood there in silent, still sleepy, Jamin’s hot breath on his chest, making his shirt damp. He played with the curls of his dark hair.

“God…how I missed this….” His voice coming out muffled squeezing Shane tighter and placing kisses on his chest. Shane breathed, as he could finally breath again, kissing the top of Jamin’s head and putting a leg over him. He thought about following his old patterns, saying ‘I thought you were getting tired of me’ because that what was on his mind the whole week. But it would just ruin what shouldn’t be a doubt. Not with Jamin in his arms like that.

“I love you”

The simplicity of the words were taking him by surprise too. Shane was many things, but never simple. Jamin responded kissing him gently, with no hurry, breathing in his morning warmth, the smell of soap still on his skin. Shane slid his hand inside Jamin’s jeans quickly, rubbing his length lazily.

“And I miss your cock inside of me fucking me hard” he whispered on Jamin’s ear making Jamin laugh and almost lose his balance out of the couch. He positioned himself again and started placing kisses on Shane’s collarbones, encouraging him to continue.

“And I thought romance wasn’t dead” he replied under his chin, pulling Shane closer by the hips and biting his ear lobe, making him let go a soft moan.

Shane continued rubbing him, and he was growing solid with each stroke, circling the tip of his head making him let go soft ‘fucks’. Jamin inserted his hand inside Shane’s shorts, craving his nails on Shane’s ass, thrusting in and out and he kept fastening the pace, the panting of their breathing getting uneven…but then they heard one door creaking in the back of the corridor.

Jamin jumped out of the couch fast closing his fly and Shane moaned in frustration putting his hands on his temple frustrated.

Alotta was there, half naked, in seconds.

“Betty how are you even up…” Alotta was walking by dragging his limbs across the room and Jamin was holding a pillow in front of  his crotch.

“Pot has a reverse effect on me” he justified throwing the pillow on the floor and sitting on the armchair crossing his legs. Shane was pretending to be sleeping. Alotta sat on the couch, next to Shane’s face, and drank from the bottle of water that was resting on the coffee table. Acid observed all his movies tense. Alotta looked down at Thorgy and shook his head.

“This bitch doesn’t even move”

Jamin just nodded in agreement looking at his boyfriend swollen lips, and his eyes twitching pretending the fake slumber. Alotta got up again and proceeded to the kitchen clueless about the hot make out session that was going on seconds ago.

Shane opened his eyes not controlling his laughing anymore, he gave up the act, sitting up straight. He was all messed up, the oversized striped blouse falling all crooked exposing his shoulder, the zipper of his bermuda shorts still open. He started putting the lose dreads up again. Jamin was observing him from the armchair. He wondered when he would stop finding that gesture so alluring.

“I can’t wait to mess you up all over again at home” Jamin commented with eyes fixed on him still in awe, biting lips.

“Bitch, please do” Shane answered with an exasperated sigh and giggling.