MacCoy held the beige visor in his hands as if it were something sacred and valuable. Angel had taken it off after a long night at the club, and MacCoy, watching him from afar, wandered over to where it was and picked it up. The Russian always had special feelings for the suave Puerto Rican, and he didn't quite know why. He shook some dirty thoughts from his head and smirked. "Why do I feel like this?" He mumbled under his breath, the smirk still stuck to his face. As he put down the visor and went to walk out of the room, he spun around at a familiar voice. "Ey' Coy? Is that you?"
MacCoy froze in his tracks. he turned to his crush. "Uhhm, y-yes. It's me. Do you n-need something?" he stuttered. He didn't understand why he was so nervous. "Well, I was looking for you... but, why are you in my dressing room?" Angel asked, turning his head to the side with a confused look on his face. How was he going to explain why he was here? "Well, I... I was looking for... My, uh... Sweatband.. My sweatband!" MacCoy responded. Well that was a horrible excuse, the ginger-blonde thought to himself. He stood there with a blank look on his face.
"'Coy? You okay?" The Puerto Rican questioned. "Go back to your room, Chulo." His eyebrows curved downwards to show sympathy. "I think your just cansado." What did he say? MacCoy had studied a bit of Spanish in High School, and 'cansado' meant 'tired', as far as he knew. He didn't feel as tired as he actually was. "No, homie... That's not why I came here, alright?" He had to confess. Lying wasn't really his thing. Angel needed to know that he liked him. "Ange, I gotta tell ya somethin'... I... Well, I think you're really sexy and kind, and I lov-" He cut off as Angel leaned over to him, gently grabbing his chin and pushing his lips against the Russian's. Immediately, all of MacCoy's troubles and doubts ebbed away, being left with a sudden urge to get under the covers with this attractive brown-haired diva. MacCoy moaned loudly as Angel was suddenly groping the b-boy. "Nggh... Oh Ange... We can't.. not right here.." He whispered into the Latino's ear in between moans. "Vamos a tener relaciones sexuales en el dormitorio..." The Latino chuckled into MacCoy's ear, eyes half closed and a dirty smirk on his face.