In which Paul just wanted to go to a costume party...
Paul adjusted his leather jacket and knocked on the door where the party was being held. He was let in and joined the party. Many ladies hit on him (because the biker costume made him look very good), but Paul politely turned them all down.
He turned the corner and he saw a boy on the other end of the hall dressed in a sexy cop outfit. The boy dropped his prop nightstick and bent over to pick it up. Paul suddenly felt very hot in his leather jacket. The other boy walked away from his friends and spotted Paul, who was adjusting his jacket collar.
"Oh, you haven't been doing anything wrong with that biker gang of yours, have you?" he said in the most seductive tone he could muster.
"I don't know. I almost feel like you're breaking the law yourself, officer, an ass like that should be illegal," Paul smirked.
"Well, how about I put you under arrest?" he said, getting close to Paul's face. Paul was losing his composure, blushing like a madman.
"Please," he squeaked out before he realized what he said. The other boy raised his eyebrows.
"Well then, you're under arrest. These are real handcuffs, by the way," the other boy said, and Paul found himself turned around with his hands cuffed behind him and his face against the wall. The boy leaned in to whisper in Paul's ear.
"My name's Ash, what's yours?"
"Paul," he squeaked out.
"Well, Paul, I say we go upstairs and have a little fun," Ash smirked, leading Paul up the stairs.
The next morning, the two were found asleep on the floor in a bedroom with clothes haphazardly replaced and a pair of handcuffs hanging off of Paul's right hand.
"Ash! Time to get up!" Dawn shouted from the door, and both boys woke with a start. Dawn looked a mess herself, her hair was out of place and her clothes were disheveled, though less so than Ash and Paul's were.
"I'm up!" Ash said to her as he sat up. Paul just looked around, trying to figure out just what happened. He lifted his hand and took note of the handcuffs that dangled from it. Ash leaned in to whisper in Paul's ear.
"Mine." Paul nodded in agreement, holding the handcuffs out so Ash could get them.
"I meant you," Ash said with a smile. Paul was taken aback by this, but smiled.
"I want to see you again," Paul said.
"And I, you."
Paul checked his phone to see a new text from a new contact.
"I went ahead and put my number in your phone for you," Ash said with a smile, "and I have yours."