The boys are back. Corty has purchased himself a small crystal necklace. Morty opted for a table ornament crystal piece. Now they seem like hippies carrying around ways to enhance the channeling of their weak chakras or some bullshit. The longer trip I arranged them didn't seem to damper their mood, as they excitedly chatter.
Corty fiddles with the necklace, as Morty excuses himself to the toilet. Heavy air settles, and his smile dies partially. Corty is avoiding my gaze. I take a step forward. Gripping his chin to force him to meet my eyes like I'm checking a cheap victorian whores teeth. My fingertips are parting his lips to show some gum just out of curiosity. Corty flushes red as mucous membrane meets phalange, and he shifts his weight. That's right Corty. Reveal all his secrets…
I move my free hand to the nape of his neck. A whimper escapes him, and as I with fascination look at his face, he has knotted his eyebrows and is chewing on the inside of his lips. I grip the gentle curls that wind down as a tail along his vertebra. He draws in air and tilts his head back lips parting.
The small pink tongue is resting heavy in the small perfect mouth. As a frame they have soft plump mounds of (I assume) very sensitive flesh. A little bit of naturally secreted oil is giving them a healthy shine. It's only natural to kiss him. So I do.
I'm bombarded with a shower of hormones, as the chemicals slosh in my tainted veins. It feels like rain on my face as a cool spring sun barely warms my face. My eyes closed Corty becomes the sun, and as I pull him closer by the neck, my bright spot of light moans. I pull away slowly as the bathroom doors lock clicks open. Morty should have easily seen us pull apart.
A shoe is flown at my head. I guess I somehow deserve that. If they'd go down this supposed road of hippyism I could say it's just comeback carma. Ah thinking about shallow modern hippies with faith in astrology and spirit cleansing rosesalt, gives me the worst fucking hankering for alcohol. "Rick!" I turn to Morty. He is angry and uncomfortable. I throw him an emergency portal button to home, and save him the embarrassment of confronting hard emotions in front of me. It might turn me on to look at his humiliation so better for me too.
Corty has grabbed my lab coat from behind, and is weeping darker blotches on it. I feel the liquid seep through to my shirt and against on to my skin. Today has given me the oddest boner.