A pout held along Gus's lips as he made his way to a long the stairwell. He went around the corner stomping his way into the kitchen. He grumbled to himself about Killing his boyfriend because they drive him crazy.
Gus's boyfriend Ash worked too hard. Simple as that. He was suppose to spend the day alone with Ash seem to fall into work. So not fair. James his brother was spending the next 24 hours at his boy friends, it would have been the perfect day to spend with the otherwise busy hottie. Gus went into a death overtime pout. Life was just so fucking uncool, he thought. Stupid fucking corporation taking his lovers time away from him. 'But what could he do? He understood why he worked as hard as he did. He knew the underline reasons for it all, James had told him. James is very wise.
With a sigh, and yes he was still pouting, Gus rummaged througt he cupboard and fridge looking to see what was available to him to make lunch. If he couldn't spend time with Ash like he wanted he would at least make things a bit pampered for his love and make him a nice lunch. That is if Ash would eat the damn thing. He had better or else, thought Gus with a evil laugh.
A black spot caught his eye as he wandered towards the other side of the kitchen. Against the wall next to where a pantry was, sat a small radio. Perfect, maybe something good was on to lighten his mood. He flicked the switch on and rolled the dial to find a good station. He found one that brought a smile to his lips. An american radio station, that surprisingly was playing a song he just totally loved; American Bad Ass. That would definitely lighten him up a bit. He turned the dial up so the song would play loud through the house.
Gus went back to make a lunch for his love. Gathering cold cuts, bread and stuff he set to making a simple cold lunch to bring to Ash. During this task he danced to the song, as he started to sing with the words.
I'm an American Bad Ass, Watch me kick, you can roll with Rock, Or you can suck my dick, I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace, I'm gunna fuck some hoes after I rock this place
He swung his hips back and forth to the beat of the kid rock song. He slid across the floor to the cupboard that held the plates and took two down continuing to sing.
Superfly living doublewide, Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride, Fuckin sack to share, bringing flash and glare, Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air
He gave a twirl and danced his way back to the sandwiches that were made. His head banged forward to the tune.
Snake skin suits, 65 Chevelle See me ridin in sin in the rebel yell, I won't live to tell, so if you do, Give the next generation a big FUCK YOU!
He settled the sandwiched upon the plates and turned to gather glasses when he froze in spot and gave a high pitched squeal, his eyes glued to the smug man at the kitchen door.
Shake that ass for me Ash said to the love of his life.
Gus smiled and any time for you babe just stop working today.
Deal Ash said as they ran upstairs to the bed room.