Leon and Cid are at a stalemate. Their fists on the table, the sweat rolling off their foreheads. The sun is starting to rise and the morning doves are starting to talk. But neither will budge.
"Come on," Leon says. Doesn't beg, he never begs.
"Nope," Cid tells him.
Leon lowers his eyebrows. Lower lower until they meet on his nose.
"Just put it in your mouth."
"Nope."
"You should try it at least once."
"No."
"Just put it in your goddamn mouth," Leon pounds his fists on the table.
"Fuck no!" Cid leans back, smoking his cigarette.
Both are drenched, soaking wet and watching the clock. It is so close to 5 am and every second that passes is one second closer to morning. Morning for God's sake. They've only been at it all night.
Leon leans over the table, towards Cid, smiling in an awkward and painful way.
"If you just put it in your mouth, we can end this," he grunts.
Cid puts out his cigarette and closes his eyes.
"No way in Hell."
Leon crawls towards him.
"Please?" He begs.
Cid just shakes his head.
"Why not?"
Cid flares his nostrils, opens his eyes and squints at Leon. Putting his hands on his hips, he bends over in his chair and stares Leon right in the face.
"It's fucking nasty, that's why not," he snorts.
Leon crawls back to his own seat, defeated. He whimpers.
"I'd do it for you. Hell, I have done it for you."
Cid will have no part of it.
Leon silently counts on his fingers.
"I've done worse for you," he whispers, staring at the wall, glancing at Cid every other second. Smooth.
"I mean, just earlier tonight I…"
Cid rolls his eyes into the back of his head. If he knows Leon, (and does he ever), then he knows the kid won't shut up until Cid puts it. In his mouth.
"Fine," he mumbles under his smoke-ridden breath. "But not a fuckin word, alright?"
Leon smiles and nods. He stands up and saunters over towards Cid. Cid looks at the ceiling, praying (for the first time in his life) for it to pass quickly. God, please let it pass quickly.
Cid watches (it's surreal) as Leon stands up, aims, and puts it in his mouth. It's dripping down the side and Cid so doesn't want this. And Leon is just smiling, in ecstasy, as Cid is drinking, swallowing it down.
Finally, Leon backs away tired, content, completely one hundred percent satisfied. Cid spits on his own floor and quickly stuffs another cigarette into his mouth.
"I'm never drinking that shit again! Bring another bottle of that alcohol-free crap into this house again, and I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you. How can you actually drink kool-aid and like it? I must have rotted out every single one of my mother fuckin teeth drinking that sugar shit. What is wrong with you?"
Leon closes his eyes.
"It can't be any worse than having my cock in your mouth."
Cid can't disagree.
I saw some kool-aid in my fridge and thought "hey, why not".
(Leon & Cid & "mouth".)