Lugging the suitcases down the stairs, Zane sighed slightly. How long did it take Atticus to do his hair? It had been 45 minutes already, and no matter how long Atticus took, it always looked the same, which was fantastic, but that was hardly the point.
Arriving at the driveway adjacent to the magnificent Obelisk Blue manor house, Zane found himself grumbling again.
"Atticus! Car keys!" The bleunette hollered. Silence was his response. Knowing Atticus, he was probably sprawled on the bed with his jeans and boxers around his ankles. Zane frowned, considering simply bashing in the windows on their late 1980's Toyota Land Cruiser. While cathartic, that would have been counterproductive because he would have been the one paying for it. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Zane looked up to see Atticus emerge from the front door. He not so subtly zipped up and buttoned his jeans. Zane sighed.
"Have fun?" The more mature of the two asked.
"Oh, yeah." Atticus nodded, bounding down the stairs. "I left a really big puddle of fun on the bed." He bragged, sighing happily. His behavior when it came to all things bodily would have been enough to horrify most people, but Zane had learned to take it in stride.
"If it's on your side, I don't care." Zane said. "Did you bring the keys?"
"A-duh." Atticus said, dangling them in the air. "But, I had a thought."
"Uh-oh." Zane laughed a little. "You were thinking?"
"Screw you." Atticus said, trying not to laugh along. "Yeah, I've been thinking. If we fly to wherever we go, we can't make out nearly as much."
"Oh?" Zane inquired.
"Yeah. If we're stuck on a plane, how are we gonna make out?" Atticus pointed out rather astutely. "We both know you can't keep your hands off me."
Again, Atticus was exactly right, and Zane knew it.
"What's your solution?" The bluenette asked, already suspecting.
"We drive." Atticus announced. "Should we feel the need to do the deed, we just find a hotel or something. Besides, we can trade BJ's while driving." Zane nodded, really liking that idea.
"Agreed." Zane said, plucking the keys from Atticus' hands. "We're driving. And please, Atty… keep the farting to a minimum."
"No way." Atticus grinned, shaking his rear a little. "I had bacon for breakfast, Zaney. You're in for a Hell of a show." The brunette grinned as he pushed his butt out slightly and loudly expelled a short batch of gas. "C'mon, Zaney. Take a sniff." Atticus laughed. Zane rolled his eyes as he started loading their luggage.
"We need to go somewhere with a decent nightclub." Zane said. "We haven't danced in a while."
"Danced?" Atticus repeated. "You mean me grinding on you."
"Yes. Exactly." Zane nodded, not bothering to debate the point.
"Sounds good." Atticus nodded, not bothering for a second to help Zane with the loading of the large suitcases. Now on solid ground, Zane lifted the bags with ease, his sinewy muscles flexing. "Oh-ho!" The brunette gawked. "Has someone been working out?"
"A little." Zane lied. Recently, he had been trading in his time spent in the library with the gym. Though, he was still uncomfortable being anywhere near the workout machine Jaden and Jesse had deflowered.
"I'll have to do a more in-depth inspection later." Atticus winked. Zane blushed, still not immune to Atticus' flirtatious personality. With the last suitcase stowed away, Zane beamed with pride. He was proud that he was able to channel his occasional fits of obsessive compulsion into bouts of cleaning or rearranging.
"Well, we're going to get really bad gas mileage." Zane said, nodding towards the overstuffed rear of the SUV.
"We get crappy gas mileage anyways." Atticus deadpanned. Zane shrugged.
"Did you get our boards?" Zane asked. Atticus blinked.
"Was I supposed to do that?" The brunette replied, chucking.
"…Are you high already?" Zane asked, moving close to inspect Atticus' eyes. Determining they weren't bloodshot, the elder Truesdale merely sighed. "I have to ask this again… are you stupid or smart?"
"Dude, Fuck you." Atticus laughed. "And no, I'm not high. Truth be told I figured we weren't gonna get blazed until we started driving." He explained with a laugh and a shrug as he plucked a bag of tightly rolled joints out of his pocket.
"Well, I packed the liquor." Zane added, seeming a little happier about the idea of their trip to wherever it was they were going.
"My kinda guy." Atticus smirked as he slung an arm around the bluenette's waist. The two meandered up the stairs and back to their luxury apartment-like dorm. Of course, Atticus' offset the overall elegance of Zane's bedroom. Every wall in the brunette's bedroom was plastered with pictures and posters of his beloved boyfriend. Some where from Dueling Magazines and other forms of mainstream media, a few where from "Web Only Exclusives" and, well, some were from a personal collection that was so raunchy it was most definitely illegal. Zane would merely look at those and roll his eyes, not entirely able to remember when all the pictures were taken.
"Dude, I told you it was smart of us to do an ad for Converse." Atticus laughed. "Cheap shoes for life."
"I get it, Atty." Zane began, dropping into a chair. "You have a fetish for a certain kind of shoe."
"And you own, what, six pairs?" Atticus asked.
"Twelve." Zane happily answered as he scoured their shared closets for their snowboarding equipment. He eventually emerged with their expensive gear. "How did we get all this again? Did we shoot a snow-themed porn or something?"
"Well, just for us." Atticus winked, pointing to a shelf containing a video camera and many, many "risqué" DVDs that ranged soft-core to the positively disgusting. "So, what are we waiting for?"
"To be honest, I'm trying to wait out your gas." Zane confessed with a laugh. Atticus leaned to one side and again farted, still smiling.
"Yeah, you're gonna lose that game." The brunette teased. Zane, surprisingly, laughed.
"Fine, fine." Zane replied, showing a level of relaxation that the rest of the school probably would have thought mythical. "Ready?"
"Hell, yeah!" Atticus nearly cheered. He bounded to his feet, nearly bouncing onto Zane. The bluenette artfully dodged the bubbly brunette and made for the door.
"I will leave you behind if you run off and play another solo." Zane warned, Atticus rolled his eyes. "Don't test me. And fetch our iPods." He ordered, sounding more like the stern, 'in class Zane' that was capable of sucking all the fun out of a five mile radius.
"C'mon, Zaney." Atticus nearly giggled. "We're going on a basically aimless vacation, and you're still the same hardass you are in class. How?"
"I'm not drunk." Zane countered.
"Silly me." Atticus said, giving Zane's teal mane a slight tug. "I forget you need to have cheap vodka to enjoy yourself." Zane tried to frown, but couldn't.
"Just a reminder," Zane began, grabbing his wallet. "I don't care if you drive drunk on your own, but not while I'm in the car."
"Hey, I drive better when I'm drunk!" Atticus defended.
"You don't drive well at all." Zane countered. "Hence all the knocked over stop signs around campus."
"Dude, those stop signs are in really stupid places." Atticus lamely pointed out.
"All I know is none of them are safe with you behind the wheel." Zane poked, having far too much fun. Atticus responded by giving his boyfriend's hair a slightly sharper yank. "Ow!"
"Oops." Atticus said, giving a giggling smile. "I guess your hair isn't safe either." The brunette's bouncy personality was quickly reaching levels that Zane didn't even try and suppress, largely because that required burning too much energy.
"I'll be very impressed if you're able to sit still for longer than thirty minutes." Zane said, rolling his eyes. "I believe the longest you've ever sat still is, what, twenty minutes in Mr. Ishtar's class?"
"Hey, he's scary." Atticus said. "Hot, but scary."
"And out of your league." Zane cheerfully reminded. "We can't forget that."
"Zaney, not cool." Atticus pouted, perhaps a smidgen offended at the idea that there might be an attractive male at the school that might not be attracted to him.
"I guess you'll have to settle for me." Zane said, getting the car door for Atticus. The brunette always got a nice chuckle over the bluenette's relentless formalities. Zane entered the SUV quickly after.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Of course!" Atticus chirped, beaming. "Just don't drive like Jesse."
"Hey, I've never even gotten a speeding ticket." Zane bragged. "Jesse, while wonderful, lacks several rather important applicable skills."
"Yeah, but his accent is hot." Atticus countered.
"Stop complimenting other people." Zane humorlessly ordered. Atticus shrugged. "I buy you nice things. I'm actually considering financing your music career. You will only speak well of me." Zane continued as the 1988 Land Cruiser 'purred' to life.
"Jaden's pretty hot, too." Atticus said, fiddling with his bangs all too playfully. Zane grumbled. Atticus relented. "But, of course, no one's as pretty as my Zaney." The brunette gushed, dropping his head onto Zane's right shoulder. The bluenette managed to restrain himself to only a half-smirk.