Friday, March 15, 2013

silly rabbit

Ed hoped Luke didn't mind, but he was in his bed with someone else. That someone had a name, but Ed said nothing. After all, the burning desire to go further ached through him even if they only touched.

Ed looked around wondering what Luke would think. After all, Luke had Tammy now and maybe Ed was here out of spite. No. No he wanted this as Bart kissed him harder as he got to know his skin. His weight. Even his tangy breath.

Ed winced. There was just no going back. He wanted to be mad at himself, but he just wasn't. Someone, like Bart wanted him. and neither were on drugs nor drunk. Well, the last he'd checked, anyway.

He smiled up a Bart, thinking about how they got here. That was a rush too. They'd jumped a building to the adjacent building and scurried down the fire escape. Not once did Ed ask why they were doing this. Perhaps Bart was a thrill seeker. It was such a rush. In fact, breathless. They'd caught a bus and set in the back and kissed as if they'd learned a new trick. It was a sort a magic he'd never had with anyone else. Not even Tammy.

And to think he imagined he could have sex with anyone. Although, it was more like going through the motions than anything with his best friend. It felt like a duty now.

 He was thankful Eva hadn't mentioned their encounter to anyone. He was a bit ashamed that he'd came so quickly. As if that were a bad thing. Now, his body lingered at Bart's grasp.

Here they were on black sheets finding each other. He hoped he wasn't being silly, but it felt like a drug of some kind. Ed couldn't get enough of Bart. Yet, it was a good dream, he wanted to live in for as long as he could.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

sweet and sour

Scarlett was giving up. The little shit was no where. So be it, she thought.

Hopefully, Ed was having himself a good time, somewhere. She just knew that fittie had the best transportation too. Probably, a fancy sports car. As it was.. there was Eva's scooter to rely on.

"Come on, lets just go home." Eva fumed. It was getting late. After two a.m.

"All right. But please don't go to sleep right away?" Scarlett could stay up all night in fact. She'd had one too many of those Monster drinks. She was ready for an all nighter.

"Ed's on his own." Eva informed her as she pulled her along and got her to the parking lot.

"Fine. What if .." She couldn't say it. She didn't want to dare be thought of a selfish slag. "He's sort of like our baby, you know."

"No, no he isn't." Eva looked pissed. She got on the scooter and started it. Scarlett knew she couldn't be left here on her own. Besides, she wanted to be where ever Eva wanted to be. She hoped Eva remembered.

Honestly, she'd been amazed with Eva the moment Eva set the school lawn on fire. Maybe even before then. She adored how Eva paced herself. Yet, she'd never been happy with the men Eva always found herself with. Hopefully, those days were truly over. At least, Eva stayed with her through the night at the disco. Except, she'd wanted the two of them to dance more. What was up with that? Couldn't they have fun with other people around?

Of course, she wasn't exactly ready for the two of them to have dinner with Scarlett's father nor letting Eva's parents know about Scarlett. These were things she was certain Eva would never bring up. Scarlett definitely wasn't going to dwell on it, either.

Instead, she hugged Eva closer on the way home. She felt as if she'd found a whole new life which made her stronger as long as she was with Eva. She didn't dare want to let go.

Soon they were home. Scarlett saw how smudged her makeup was from the humid night at the disco. Eva turned on the shower without even bothering to ask Scarlett. Eva shed her skimpy outfit and got in.

"Well, come on. The hot water doesn't last forever." Eva waited with the shower curtain open.

Scarlett smiled as if she could hardly wait to be exactly where she wanted to be. Eva's arms around her.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

a bit of time

Maybe all Bart really needed was an alibi. That would get him through the night, wouldn't it?

Oh, that thing he needed to do. To be a part of the gang. Some shite like that. Just get the job done.

Unfortunately, Bart wasn't so good at following instructions. He'd rather make his own rules, along the way. Who knew it would be so hard to be a drug dealer.

Actually, he needed the cash. And he was good at it. He made the connections. He was your guy. Except, he wasn't so good at consequences. You know, when a problem might come up. And there was a problem. He didn't really mean to be a part of it. Not with the rich housewife and her poor little rich daughter. They were going lax on their credit. Bart couldn't make them see, and he'd given in which lead to trouble. And now he was laying low.

"You, want to do something?" Bart hated to be desperate, but he was a sitting duck here. They'd find him, string him up, he supposed. Just where could he go?

"Depends what you mean?" Ed looked at him as if didn't know the code.

Bart smiled. "You, been to the roof?" That would be a different way out.

"Can't say I have." Ed shrugged as the disco music played on, streaming through the place as the heartbeat of the dance floor.

Bart pulled Ed in and kissed him hard, like an invitation. He took his hand and headed upstairs. Bart so hoped Ed wanted to take him home. He reached for him once more on the stairway. This time Bart pulled Ed's hand toward him more, letting him have a feel, so he would know what was waiting for him.

Bart hurried up the stairwell. It was a damn three flight of stairs. They were both out of breath but still the adrenaline pumping. Soon Bart popped open the door and they were into the moist night air under the stars.

He noticed Ed's open smile. Bart kissed him, again.

"What are we doing up here?" Ed said ever so breathless. Bart slid his hand directly inside Ed's jeans and found what he was looking for.

Ed's chuckle gave way to an... oh.