MX Blind Imagination
MX10 – Sex Bed
When Felix made it home from the party, Serif was still passed out with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Felix undressed and crawled under the covers anyway, not minding Serif since it was a big bed and there was enough room for Serif to sleep like a puppy at Felix feet.
Serif got up to use the washroom in the early morning. He his time doing some graffiti art on Felix sketch book until Felix finally woke up. Neither of them mentioned Felicia or the fact that Felix had snuck out to attend her party.
To ease the tension, Felix suggested that they attend a televised New Year's event down at the hostel, which was a sort of tradition for Felix since he didn't have any family. Serif wasn't sure, but he agreed after Felix promised there would be lots of hot white chicks there.
It was cold outside, so they dressed warm. Not in the hip hop attire they had been sporting recently, but in Felix clothes, so they would fit in better with the crowd down at the hostel. Serif wore his own jeans, a tight t-shirt he borrowed from Felix (it was tight on him, anyway), a knitted sweater, also tight, with Felix grey scarf wrapped around his neck with some style. Felix wore his usual clothes, a tweed jacket, tight jeans and the black hip hop cap to cover his corn rows.
They headed out and walked down streets in the afternoon winter sun. There was silence between them as they walked, which was normal, but Felix could tell that Serif held a quiet excitement for the evening. He was about to enter an environment that he was alien to and Felix knew how much he liked white girls.
They arrived at the hostel, a run down, over painted with turquoise old two story wooden house that must have been built in the 50's. They stood outside for a minute beholding the house. It was sagging on one side and the roof looked as if though it was ready to cave in here and there. There was a balcony on the second floor with a white painted railing that didn't look safe at all.
They walked in and were greeted by the hostel attendant who was standing in an office booth. The price for a bed was crazy low. Since it was Serif's first time in the hostel, he asked the attendant if he couldn't give them the tour. He could.
"So this is the main floor," the attendant said after they walked into the house. The main floor was just one big room, no walls, dotted with supporting, retrofitted steel pillars. The entire main floor was taken up by single beds with tattered blankets on them, all of which were empty at this early point in the evening. They continued deeper into the house.
"This is the kitchen," the attendant motioned as they peered into a little kitchen with a counter, a sink spotted with white paint, two hotplates, some cupboards and a table where three white girls were sitting, dressed in the alternative style. One of them wore a grey toque and smiled broadly at Serif, who smiled back before looking at Felix with a pleased expression.
They continued the tour. "This is the bathroom." It consisted of a fractured sink, also with white paint spots on it. It was the old style with one cold and one warm faucet. There was also a white spotted toilet that the attendant instructed them to flush with a bucket that was to be filled from a stand-alone bathtub, this one spotted with many different colours (no curtain).
They walked down into a dank basement where a large, old television box stood in one corner. In front of it, couches and cushions had been arranged for the comfort of the hostel guests. It was a large room, but Felix was surprised every year at how many people it could hold once the show started.
Upstairs was another bathroom, painted in bright white, and another room full of beds. One of the beds was large and had three pillows on it, one big pillow with two smaller pillows on either side. "This is the sex bed," the geeky attendant explained. "Anyone who sleeps on it has to have sex."
"How many people will it fit?" Felix asked in a dramatic voice, more for Serif's amusement.
"As many as you can. This bed was hand crafted in the 1800's from oak. It won't squeak or break or do anything weird." The attendant nodded with a geeky smile. "This is the balcony, but try to stay off it, since it's not safe."
As they walked back downstairs, Felix noticed a white wooden door that the attendant simply didn't explain. The tour was over. Both Serif and Felix had to use the bathroom with its cumbersome flushing system. After that they headed downstairs and hung out on the couches in the basement.
The night progressed, and little by little, the basement would fill up with chatty young people. Eventually the show was set to start and the room hushed down. It was the same show every year, only new bands and performers. Felix wasn't there for the show as much as he was there for the house itself. There was just something he loved about it being so run down, yet full of life and warmth.
He had taken into the hostel for the first time during his street days after randomly finding a hundred dollar bill. It had been the same attendant then, only much younger, and he had mentioned the New Year's event, which Felix had attended the following year after feeling lonely, not having a family to celebrate with.
After the show had been on for some time, Serif whispered to Felix that he needed the bathroom again and stood up, heading up to the main floor. Felix noticed that the alternative girl in the grey toque stood up and went upstairs right after him, seemingly chasing him.
He continued watching the show, but soon felt the need smoke a joint, so he headed up to the second floor in hopes that there was nobody on the balcony, since he didn't want it to collapse under the weight of too many people.
Once upstairs he noticed two skater boys sitting on the sex bed, involved in a serious discussion.
"Did you tell her anything?" One of them said.
"Yeah, and she bought it," the other replied.
"He claims that the spies are not government issue, but corporate…" Felix tried to ignore them and just opened the balcony door, letting in some cold air. The skaters looked at him suspiciously and walked off, to Felix great relief.
He stepped out on the balcony, closed the door behind him and sparked up the joint, puffing on it slowly. He looked not out into the darkness, but into the warmth of the room and the sex bed, through the glass panes of the balcony door (the paint was chipping on it).
The glass panes were old and distorted the view inside. Just as the weed was kicking in, Felix witnessed Serif sitting down on the sex bed, followed by the alternative girl.
They began kissing, Serif gripping her head with his big hands. They paused briefly and she giggled, which Felix could hear muffled through the glass. Serif removed her toque and began caressing her blonde hair until she was blushing and they began dirty kissing (with the lips gracing all over each other's faces).
The kissing soon evolved into the removal of each other's clothes and heavy petting and caressing. Before Felix had finished the joint, the girl was laying on her stomach, moaning under Serif's pressure. Felix found himself aroused at seeing Serif in action with the girl.
The sex act extended for some time and Felix was forced to light another joint, which he had been meaning to save for Serif, in order not to succumb to the cold. After a while they were finished and dressed in an awkward silence that ended with some reassuring kissing before heading downstairs.
Felix entered quickly to get out of the cold. After smoking two joints in a row he was way too high, so he just sat down on the sex bed for a while, leaning on the wall.
Suddenly a woman appeared in front of the bed and offered him some left over macaroni and cheese with tomato in it. It was a butch lesbian with short black hair. There was a fork stuck in the pot and the macaroni was cold, but Felix had the munchies, so he finished the whole thing.
He left the pot sitting on the bed and walked out of the room. He found the unexplained white wooden door and opened it. There were stairs leading up and Felix opened another door to find that it just lead out to the roof, which looked extremely unsafe.
He quickly closed the door to shut out the cold and turned around to notice that the walls of the staircase were covered in spiders. He hated spiders and hurried out of there.
Once out of the staircase he saw a line-up for the white painted bathroom and asked the last girl in line what the line-up was for.
"It's because you can't look in the mirror when you brush your teeth," she responded. Felix somehow understood what this all meant and simply headed downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs Felix saw a boy that looked almost exactly like him. Same tweed jacket, same tight jeans. The boy even had the same hip hop cap on as Felix.
Felix held up one hand. They boy responded with the same gesture. Felix waved the hand and the boy also waved his hand. "Mirror," Felix said to the boy, but the boy shrugged his shoulders and held out his hands to sign that he didn't understand English. Felix continued on.
He wanted to lay down to sleep, so he began inspecting the beds. He checked the pillow of one bed to make sure there were no bed bugs, which was likely in a place like this. There was an almost empty toilet paper roll lying on the bed.
Just when he realized the bed must be occupied, he noticed a young man in a worn out business suit standing by the bed. "Is this your bed?" Felix asked. They young man nodded, but started to walk away. "Oh, no. It's ok. You can have it," Felix pleaded with him. The man still didn't take possession of the bed.
Felix went downstairs to the basement that at this point was steaming with aspiration and sweat from all the people. He found Serif sitting next to the alternative girl and sat down next to them just in time for the new year to ring in and everyone stood up cheering, all this to Felix great confusion.
He remained sitting on the floor, looking up to find Serif and the alternative girl kissing again. The room emptied slowly, leaving only Serif, the girl and Felix sitting on the floor. He looked down at Felix and said something self-confident. He could tell that Felix was out of it and wanted to put him to bed.
They staggered around the house looking for a bed for Felix, the girl and Serif propping him up between them. But there were no beds. Even the sex bed was occupied by three people that were heavily engaged.
The attendant informed them that he had lost count when all the people were checking in. The hostel was over booked. Did they want their money back? Serif said it was ok since they all had had a really good time. He could keep the money and they would be back next year.
Serif kissed the girl good night. She was to sleep in one of the single beds with one of her friends. Felix didn't remember the walk home, but Serif got him safely into his own bed in the end.