MX Blind Imagination
MX11 – Last Night Ever
Felix awoke naked in his bed, still heavy from all of last nights weed. He stretched under the covers, only to notice a wet spot. He checked it with his hand and sighed. He had had a wet dream. Thinking about it, he could recall exactly what it was about.
He looked down at the couch where Serif stirred awake, noticing that he froze for a second, then exclaimed, "daaamnit," before looking up to see if Felix had heard him.
"What's up?" Felix asked.
"Um… I had an accident." It was obvious that Serif was ashamed about it.
"Me too," Felix confessed.
"For real, dog?" They fact that they had both had wet dreams made it less embarrassing.
"What did you dream about?" Felix asked. "That white girl from last night?"
"How do you know about that?" Felix just gave him a knowing smile and a slow nod. "No. I was dreaming I was doing it with Felicia. What about you?"
"Oh… nothing. I … can't remember," Felix lied. "Shit. Now we have to wash the blankets," he changed the subject.
They got up and Serif took off his clothes. They looked at each other, but at this point they were comfortable being naked together. They put the blankets and the slimy clothes in the washer and started the machine. Felix drew a bath.
While he was in the tub, he heard Serif putting on the same instrumental hip hop he had been listening to when he had first practiced on his own, that night before Serif had taken him to the club. Felix bobbed his head to the beat as Serif started free-styling to the music.
"It's the ficky-ficky-Fee, Felix dog and me, hanging at on New Years, at a party." Serif was adept at making lyrics.
Felix got out of the tub and couldn't resist spitting his own rhyme. "I never get to shag. Life is a drag. Have so little sex, people call me a fag."
Serif looked impressed and went on, "Let me tell you sir, she likes it right thur, right on location, right in between the fir!"
Felix was getting hyped up by Serif. "Just woke up. Feeling like a softie. Way to early. Back the truck off me. Somebody hand me a large black coffee!" They broke out in laughter about how perfect the rhyme was.
While Felix was drying off, Serif emptied the water and drew a bath for himself, music pumping while he bathed. During Serif's bath, Felix fried up two omelettes that they ate with bread and tea.
Over breakfast Serif mentioned that he needed to go to the barber and get his corn rows redone. They were coming loose and it looked ghetto. Felix admitted that he thought he was done with his own corn rows. They had been nice, but he was tired of them. Serif suggested that he get dread locks, an idea which Felix liked.
Walking up Younge Street, they passed a tattoo shop. Felix suggested that they get tattoos. He knew just which one to get. They both got the same one, a H&K G28 sniper rifle. Serif wondered why Felix was so excited about the G28, but Felix didn't explain, promising that he would tell him the whole story later that night.
Getting out of the tattoo parlour, they ran right into Felicia and Felicity. "What's up, homies!" Felicia exclaimed. Serif immediately remembered the wet dream he had had and Felicia noticed that he was acting weird.
Felicity was giving Felix and alluring smile while looking him up and down. "Y'all got some tats?" she asked Felix. He responded by loosening his jacket and producing his shoulder where the G28 was located. She touched the reddening spot gently with her fingers. "Does it hurt?"
"Yeah Felix?" Serif said and poked the same spot. "Does it hurt? Does it hurt?" He poked the spot repeatedly. Felix slightly parted his lips under the pain. Yes, it hurt, but it was a kind of pain he liked. Both Felicia and Felicity noticed that this was turning into something erotic for Felix. Serif was the only one that didn't have a clue.
"Where you going?" Felicia asked Serif to get him to stop.
"Yo, we gettin' our hair done." The girls giggled at how gay this came out sounding. "What?"
"Oh. Why don't you take Felicity with you?" Felicia suggested, nudging her best friend, who gave her a confused look. "You guys need to hang out more, right?" Felicia gave her friend a stern but assuring nod.
Felicity looked at Felix and gave him a briefly raised eye brow. "Sure." Felix gaped at Felicia, almost in horror, but Felicia flicked her eyes at Serif. Felix closed his mouth. He understood.
"Alright, we'll take her with us." He put his arm around Felicity, to her pleasure. They left Felicia snickering and continued walking up the street until they got to the barber shop.
Once in the shop, the barbers set to work on them. Felicity wasn't sure what to do in a male barbershop, but Felix insisted that she get corn rows, like her best friend. Serif just got his corn rows redone, while Felix got dread locks.
During the process of getting beautiful, which was painful to all of them, the barbers chatted with each other about some political issue, while the three friends listened. After about an hour, they were all done and came out of the shop with sore scalps.
"You look great, Felix," Serif said and started messing with Felix dreads. He was touching them, not knowing that Felix loves it when guys touch his hair, which was sending tingles down his spine. Felicity noticed this and smirked quietly to herself while looking away. Eventually Felix had to break it off, telling Serif to quit playing around, since all he could think of was how Serif had caressed that alternative girl's hair, and he was starting to blush, too.
To play it off, Felicity grabbed Serif's arm and begged them to take her to the island. They agreed and walked down to the ferry.
On the island, Felix hung back and just watched Serif and Felicity as they walked arm in arm like a couple in love, her head resting on his shoulder. It looked like they were falling in love. Or maybe this was just how Serif was working his game. He wasn't sure.
There weren't too many people on the island and Felix had a lot of time to think as he trailed behind the couple down the path. He had a big decision to make.
He needed support for his next mission, and right now, Serif was the only one he trusted enough to take with him. He could request support from the agency, but they would just send some stiff neck, which would make it boring, especially since they needed to hold for 8 hours on the location before taking action (if his plan was to work).
No, he would rather spend those 8 hours with Serif, in the event that that would be his last 8 hours, should something go wrong. But at the same time there was something innocent about Serif that he didn't want to ruin.
Yes, Serif always bragged about being a gangster, but Felix could see through the charade. He could see that deep down, Serif was just a happy guy that loved girls, a lot. He must have seen his share of violence growing up, but nothing like what Felix was about to do in two days. He still couldn't decide.
They walked around the island until it got dark and they could see the beautiful city skyline, glittering with light and dominated by the blinking CN tower. It was time to go home.
Back at the apartment they got to drinking. Felix still needed to think, so he only had a few sips of the Hennessey. He looked at the two as they were chatting drunkenly, but he wasn't listening, as his thoughts were elsewhere.
Seeing him with Felicity, he realized that he had been a fool. It was true that he loved Serif, and he had been from the start. Although Serif exhibited some obvious signs of a latent sexuality, he would never be fully ready to come out as gay.
It was the warmth of the brotherhood they had formed that said it. A straight gangster would have been alarmed at finding out that Felix was gay and ended the friendship quickly, possibly with violence, or at least a rude comment. But Serif had said nothing.
Saying nothing is weird, too, of course, but at least it meant that he was ok with it. Being ok with it is not the same as being gay, still, but it wasn't just that.
The way he touched Felix dread locks, the way he continuously poked Felix tattoo, causing him pain, even though he must have seen that Felix was getting pleasure from it, the way he had stood naked in his loft and rapping for him, the way they had wrestled in a ring of candles (and who comes up with an idea like that, anyway), this, and many more things, told Felix that there was a gay gangster somewhere in there, but it would never be ready to come out.
Yes. He would bring him on the mission. Serif had given him so much, Felix thought, it was reaching the point of being selfish. He had to give something back. He had given him close friendship and love that even though it wasn't returned, was still very real. But most of all he had accepted him, broken as he was. By taking him on the mission, he would repay all of that in one quick fell of the sword.
He snapped out of his thoughts as Serif began unstrapping Felicity's clothes and touching her. "Here we go again," Felix said under his breath and stood up to leave the loft, giving them some privacy. Serif might as well have this last night of wild gangster love. It may well be his last night ever.
After an hour, Felix returned to the apartment, kicked Felicity out and told Serif the plan.