AN: sorry if it's confusing toward the end bit. I rushed for the ending.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rocket Power! :(
"YOU WANT ME TO PRETEND TO BE STRAIGHT TO IMPRESS YOUR GRANDFATHER? WHAT THE FUCK?!" Pi screamed to Lars at the top of his lungs.
"It's just-"
"THAT IS SO MESSED UP! HOW IN THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THAT, LARS?!" Pi had never been more disgusted by his boyfriend and best friend in his life.
"Get a girlfriend? Hell, I don't know! Stop fucking yelling at me, Pi!" Lars shouted at his boyfriend of officially ten years since high school.
"I'LL STOP YELLING AT YOU WHEN YOU STOP BEING A FUCKING IDIOT! FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING FACE!" Pi flipped him off then he stormed out of the apartment and Pi slammed the door shut behind him. Lars shivered in his own guilt. How could he have even asked that from Pi? His boyfriend!
"You're an absolute fucking idiot, Lars." Twister Rodriguez, Lars' younger brother by two years said while entering their apartment living space.
"I know! How could I even ask Pi to do that? Just because grandpa is into town for the first time in twenty years." Lars smacked himself on the forehead.
"Grandpa is a scary dude. He makes everyone feel like a fuck up, except you. What are you so scared of?" Twister crossed his arms and stood across the room from his older brother, just in case.
"This is the first time he's been to Ocean Shores since I came out as gay with Pi. You know how strictly Mexican traditional he is... Even if he does accept me as being gay, Pi's white." Lars hung his head. He was so fucked up for even thinking all of these things. He loved Pi. More than anything else in the world. So, why the hell was Lars even asking Pi to do this for him?
"Do you even hear yourself, man? You've been with Pi for how long?" Twister was totally siding with Pi (as he usually did during their fights). This time Lars was actually agreeing with him too.
"Ten years this June." Lars said it but he didn't believe it. How had they sustained a relationship for an entire decade? Oh yeah, they fought. Not only did they fight, they had makeup sex afterward...
"And how long have you known him?" Twister approached Lars slowly. He was afraid that Lars might lash out.
"Eighteen goddamn years." Lars let out a very annoyed sigh. Lars couldn't begin to tell anyone how annoying it was to be Pi's best friend and boyfriend. It was irritating but Lars managed to put up with it because of how in love with Pi he still was. After all this time.
"His race has never been a fucking issue before. So he's not Mexican! You never cared before. Why now? Is grandpa's opinion important enough to ruin your entire relationship with Pi over?" Twister finally sat down on the couch next to Lars. Lars was looking at the carpeted floor. This was all just one big mistake. Pi had every right to be pissed off. The last few years, Pi had finally gotten comfortable with his own sexuality and Lars was trying to crush that. All of his progress, gone!
"I don't know, maybe? It's just fucked up that he chose me to be his favorite. Unrealistic expectations are pure hell. Not like you would know or anything." Lars used being an asshole as a defense mechanism. Not that Twister cared anymore. He was totally used to it.
"Well... How pissed off would Pi be if you asked him to not be white either?" Twister didn't know if he was trying to console Lars or to put some sense into him.
"Psychotically. He'd try setting himself on fire or some insanely dumb shit like that. Maybe throw that tv at me." Lars pointed a finger at the tv that was still playing the movie him and Pi had been watching before Lars dropped the news that his grandpa was coming to the United States to stay with his parents.
"Give him a day to calm down... Then you can call him and see if he wants to talk. After all he did say fuck you and your fucking face so it might take two days for him to calm down this time." Twister stood up and headed for the door.
"Hey, Maurice... Thanks. Don't tell anyone or I'll beat the living shit out of you. I can still take you." Lars lifted his head enough to threaten his brother with a smirk. This made Twister turn around.
"No problem, Lawrence. I know, you wrestled me for the remote last night. That was an epic downfall on my part. I was able to take you two years ago! Later... Much!" Twister slammed the door as he left. Why did everyone fucking do that?
Lars realized that he had royally fucked up with Pi. How could he possibly get Pi to talk to him again?
Pi was monumentally pissed off. How could Lars even fucking ask him to pretend to be straight? They had millions of talks until five am about why Pi was so insecure with his sexuality. How could Lars have the audacity and stupidity to ask him to do that?
Still, what Pi heard of his grandfather... He was a traditional and a scary guy. Was Lars really that afraid of him? Enough to cover up their nearly ten year relationship? If so, what did that mean in regards to his relationship with Lars? Was this just a dumb waste of time? Probably.
It had been three days and he had gotten no calls or texts from Lars. This was strange. Usually when they fought he would beg Pi to forgive him. So far, nothing. That's how serious Pi knew this was to Lars. He wouldn't be backing down.
Pi let himself cave in. He called Lars. Knowing that this might not be a good conversation. Still, he couldn't be afraid to work things out with Lars.
"You're actually calling me? That's a first." Lars muttered with a sigh.
"Oh I'm still majorly pissed off at you. Don't think that I'm not." Pi informed with a laugh.
"Would you still be mad if I finally let you do me?" Lars made an offer that Pi wasn't sure he could refuse.
"Not as much, no." Pi shook his head. Even though Lars couldn't see him.
"Get your big ass over here. The door is unlocked." Lars hung up the phone. Pi frowned at Lars' comment. He knew that he had gained some weight, actually he had always been overweight. But according to Lars that never stopped him from loving Pi as much as he did.
"You're actually wearing pajama pants? Are you twelve?" Pi shut the door and he walked into Lars' apartment.
"Yes." Lars agreed without looking away from the cartoons he was watching and he was eating cereal. Normally, Lars either wore boxers or nothing at all. Depending on if Twister was in the apartment that day.
"Do you even love me at all?" Pi crossed his arms and he sat down on the couch next to Lars.
"That's a fucking stupid question! Why would I stay with you for almost ten years if I didn't love you?" Lars snapped defensively.
"Because you feel too guilty to leave me? Look if you want to date a girl, go for it. But you can't ask me to. I won't do that for anyone. Not even you, Lars. I've just gotten to the point where I'm accepting who I am. Can't you see that?" Pi bit his lip to keep from crying.
"Yeah, I know. I was being totally unreasonable and I'm sorry. It wasn't right of me to ask you to do that. I know how far you've come and I'm so proud of you, Pi." Lars looked up at his boyfriend. Giving Pi his full attention.
"Then why did you even ask me to pretend to be straight in the first place?" Pi closed his eyes and tears fell down his cheeks.
"Because my grandfather is a dick and I'm his favorite family member. His expectations of me are extremely high. I haven't told him that I'm gay because he's a traditional Mexican male. He doesn't want any of his family members being homosexuals or dating out of the Mexican heritage. You're everything against what a typical a traditional Mexican male would need for a family." Lars reached a hand out and grabbed Pi's hand.
"It's also because I'm white? God! What else is wrong with me?" Pi opened his eyes to find Lars staring at him.
"Don't worry about it! You being white has never mattered to me. You know that. I love you for being you." Lars leaned over and he kissed Pi's cheek. Pi rubbed Lars' hand with his thumb.
"I promised myself that I would never let myself be someone I'm not after telling everyone that I am gay. So why did you ask me to be straight to begin with?" Pi mumbled in a low voice. He looked up at Lars who was smiling at him.
"Because I'm a desperate and selfish bastard. I don't know, it seemed easier than just telling him that I'm gay and in love with you, a chubby white guy who is annoyingly affectionate." Lars rolled his eyes at himself. Pi frowned at his boyfriend.
"Wow, you make me seem so great. Thanks a lot, Lawrence." Pi tried pulling his hand away from Lars. Lars leaned over and he kissed Pi's neck. Something he knew Pi couldn't ever resist.
"No! No! You're not fucking doing this to me!" Pi tried pushing him off. This only made Lars kiss his neck a second time, with a bit more pressure and some tongue.
"I told you that you can do me. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Pi Piston. Take it or leave. Because I want to fuck. Right now." Lars spoke in a few barely audible mumbles. Pi's resistance was wearing thin. As it always did because this was Lars. Somebody he's known for eighteen years. Pi could easily say that he's had a crush on Lars since they first met at nine years old. Lars however had to adapt slowly to his crush on Pi, putting it off until he was seventeen. Why? Because he was unsure of how to actually date another guy.
Now, he seemed to have adjusted pretty well.
"Fuck you." Pi knew that if he walked away now that he was certain they'd break up. Just because that's how Lars was. If he didn't have sex with Pi within four days in between, he got majorly irritated and pissed.
"That's what I want you to do." Lars smirked widely as he put the cereal bowl down on the floor. By the time he looked up, Pi was shirtless. A sight that always made him smile. Lars honestly didn't care if Pi was a little bit overweight. He had always been that way. That's also what attracted Lars to Pi.
"It's hard to believe we've been fucking for ten years. Not that I'm complaining!" Lars said while Pi undid his belt.
"Almost ten years. We haven't been fucking. You've been fucking me." Pi rolled his eyes and he pushed his jeans off.
"Guess I should have asked if you wanted to be on top for once. God, I'm so selfish." Lars closed his eyes and he sighed. How could Pi just put up with that for ten years? Sure, Lars occasionally gave him head. Only if he was insanely horny, which was only if he was stoned.
"Not entirely, not always." Pi shook his head while he pulled down Lars' pajama pants with ease.
"How? I'm a fucking terrible person. I don't see why you bothered staying with me for so long." Lars was rarely this emotional. Pi assumed it was just because he was nervous about finally really having sex. So, he was distracting Pi.
"Neither do I..." Pi waited for a glare. That glare never came, only a look of sorrow spread on his boyfriend's face. "I'm kidding! I've been in love with you since we were nine. There's no way in hell I would ever dump you. Unless you know, you fucked my uncle or some weird shit like that." Pi made a disgusted facial expression. That's when he made a thrust. It was fairly difficult. But that was a good thing. It meant he hadn't had sex with anyone else. That was something Pi had always wondered. If Lars was faithful and loyal. Not that Lars had ever cheated on him... From what he knew.
It was the day. The day his grandfather arrived in town. Lars had been nervously anticipating and dreading this day all month. Pi decided to stay in the clear as much as he could.
Everything was fine until his grandfather noticed that Pi wasn't around. That got him to thinking. Thinking worried him, a lot. His grandfather hated thinking.
"Where is your one friend? That chubby white guy." Grandpa Rodriguez asked Lars as he sat down at the table in Lars' childhood home.
"What's it to you?" Lars helped his mother set the table. Out of respect.
"Nothing, you just always seemed fond of him. Ever since you were young. I almost thought..." Grandpa Rodriguez paused and thought again.
"Thought what?" Lars rose an eyebrow. His grandfather was so homophobic that he couldn't even say the word gay out loud.
"Maybe there was something more going on that you weren't telling anyone." Grandfather Rodriguez scratched his chin and he looked at his eldest grandson. Lars contemplating just brushing it off and lying to him.
"That's because we did have something going on. For a long time after that." Lars admitted while feeling totally numb. At this point, he didn't care what his grandpa thought. Not anymore!
"Experimenting, eh? All kids do that at some point." Grandpa Rodriguez shrugged. As if it was no big deal.
"No, I wasn't experimenting. In fact, I'm still dating him. By the way he's white but you already know that." Lars finally decided to clear the air. It was time. He was twenty seven and this wouldn't get any easier with more time.
"Well then, is he nice to you?" Grandpa Rodriguez asked without changing his always composed facial expression. The only time it changed was when he was pissed off. Lars was a lot like him in that aspect.
"Yeah, he's perfect." Lars sat down in his seat beside his grandfather.
"I see. Well, I'm not happy that you're with a guy. But if it makes you happy... Don't give a fuck about what I think. Even though I hate it, I don't hate you. Pi has always been a sweet boy despite the fact that he's slightly overweight and white. As long as he treats you right, that's all that matters." His grandfather smiled slightly at Lars. Something he never did. Lars was perplexed by his grandpa's reaction.
"Dinner will be done in half an hour! I'll call Maurice and see if he's on his way." Sandy told them then she left the kitchen to go look for her cellphone. Lars found himself smiling with enthusiasm. Now Pi didn't have to give him space! This was so awesome!
When he got back to his apartment, he heard vomiting from the bathroom. There were empty bottles of some form of alcohol scattered in the room.
"Let me guess... You hung out with Sputs and Animal?" Lars crossed his arms as he leaned on the bathroom doorframe.
"They stayed for a few hours. Blah!" Pi leaned towards the toilet and he threw up. Lars knew that Pi didn't drink too often and when he did, he went for the hard shit. The hard shit that always got him fucked up beyond repair. Usually the reason why he drank so heavily was because of Lars somehow. Whether he pissed Pi off or they were fighting earlier that week. Pi would pretend to be fine until he was drunk and then everything after that turned to shit.
"And how long have you been vomiting?" Lars approached his boyfriend cautiously.
"What time is it? Probably two hours. Off and on. Then again, I drink more after I throw up." Pi laid his head on his hand while his elbow was propped up on the toilet.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." Lars grabbed Pi's arms and lifted him up with a bit of difficulty. Pi must have gained some weight. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.
Maybe twenty minutes later and Pi barfing on his jeans, Lars finally managed to get Pi in bed. Lars put a cold towel over Pi's forehead then set a bucket on the floor beside Pi. Just in case.
Hours later, Pi woke up with a frown. His stomach felt empty and his throat was burning. His head felt like it would explode.
Pi got out of bed. Before he did he looked at the nearly half full bucket of vomit, his vomit. Pi walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and took a quick shower. After that, he went into the living area of their apartment.
"Good morning, sunshine! How are you this morning! Well, night?" Lars greeted with a big smirk from the couch.
"Fuck you and your fucking face. I don't have time for that right now. How did your visit with your grandfather go?" Pi plopped down beside Lars and laid his head down on Lars' shoulder. Lars was watching some weird movie with giant killer monkeys. Pi knew that Lars was into some strange shit but this? This took it to a whole new level.
"Surprisingly okay. I told him that I was gay and that we're dating and shit. He basically gave me a don't ask, don't tell case scenario." Lars shrugged moving Pi's head ever so slightly upwards. Pi didn't mind.
"Well, shit. This means I have to go to Mexico with you this summer. This isn't what I've been wanting for ten years at all." Pi responded with a bit of an attitude.
"Nice sarcasm, idiot." Lars pushed him away. Pi didn't like this so he grabbed Lars' hand and held it.
"At least I'm not a jackass." Pi smiled widely. Lars only stared at him. He couldn't really disagree with the truth. Why would he? Lying to Pi was a waste of time. He would find out anything from Animal anyways.
After that, Lars moved over and he kissed the side of Pi's head. It was a simple sign of closeness and affection. Pi turned his head and Lars used that opportunity to kiss him. Pi really didn't mind. Not at all.