Cyanide and Skids sat next to each other, each reading their own magazine and waiting for Harley to get out of the shower so they could run over, pick up Rasheequa, and then go to the gig they had.
Neither of them had turned the page since they opened their respective reading materials.
Cya sighed, and set down his magazine on his left. "I can't concentrate," he suddenly said out loud.
Skids set his magazine down on top of Cya's, brushing his hand lightly with his own. Cya pulled away and started picking at his nail polish, something he did when he was nervous.
Skids' eyes fell when he did this, but only for a moment. He suddenly perked up at the thought of an idea, and said quietly, "Hey, Cya, guess what."
"What?"
"CHICKEN BUTT!!" he yelled, and dove onto Cya, finding every single one of his ticklish spots.
Cya meeped at the sudden tickle-spree, but after a moment he got into it too, giving Skids a taste of his own medicine and locating all of his ticklish spots.
They sat there, giggling and tickling, for a good 10 minutes.
They didn't notice when Harley came out of the shower and was watching them.
*^*
Whenever they get bored, they tickle each other.
It's like their way of making love. Mik and me know each other's hot spots by heart, and they know each other's ticklish spots the same way.
I could watch them forever. It's beautiful.
I know how they feel about each other. I know they think they've got everything hidden from everyone else, but they don't. I see the way Cy looks at Skids when we're at Cy's house and Skids is rolling around on the floor with Letterman, and I see the look in Skids' eyes when he touches Cy, especially that time when I went into Cy's room and there they were, laying together, Skids running his fingers over Cy's palm.
I wish Cy would stop worrying about his rep and just tell Skids how he feels, or for Skids to stop waiting for Cy to tell him.
Sometimes I wish I could just tell them.
I'm not the only one aware of this situation. Mik and Cy were stuck in an elevator once, and Cy told everything to him.
"Let's face it. Only reason I'm telling you is because we both know I'm never going to say any of this to Skids."
He had said that to Mik, and Mik told me, even though he promised not to. I just shook my head and told him I already knew, and it was all okay.
But now, as I stand here watching them roll together on my apartment floor, I understand why I haven't told them.
It's because if I tell them, things will change. They'll stop their lovemaking, and after a while they'll stop touching each other completely. Then, after a while, things will get really awkward, and they'll stop talking, and the only thing holding them to each other will be me, and we'll all hurt because of that.
And I don't want us to hurt like that.
But maybe things will change the other way, and they'll grow closer, and then they'll have many different kinds of lovemaking, and not just their tickling.
But I think that the only way for it to change that way is for them to make it that way.
They have to build on their own relationship, like Mik and I have built on ours.
They are beautiful, and they will always be beautiful, as long as they're together and at least friends.
*^*
A smile crept over Harley's face, and he giggled. The teenagers rolling around on the floor together suddenly stopped, a tangle of arms and legs and hair and wrinkled clothes.
"C'mon, you two. We still have to pick up 'Sheequa and then get to the gig."
They nodded and got up rather quickly, straightening clothes and hair and baseball caps.
And in that moment, everything was beautiful.
THE END
Neither of them had turned the page since they opened their respective reading materials.
Cya sighed, and set down his magazine on his left. "I can't concentrate," he suddenly said out loud.
Skids set his magazine down on top of Cya's, brushing his hand lightly with his own. Cya pulled away and started picking at his nail polish, something he did when he was nervous.
Skids' eyes fell when he did this, but only for a moment. He suddenly perked up at the thought of an idea, and said quietly, "Hey, Cya, guess what."
"What?"
"CHICKEN BUTT!!" he yelled, and dove onto Cya, finding every single one of his ticklish spots.
Cya meeped at the sudden tickle-spree, but after a moment he got into it too, giving Skids a taste of his own medicine and locating all of his ticklish spots.
They sat there, giggling and tickling, for a good 10 minutes.
They didn't notice when Harley came out of the shower and was watching them.
*^*
Whenever they get bored, they tickle each other.
It's like their way of making love. Mik and me know each other's hot spots by heart, and they know each other's ticklish spots the same way.
I could watch them forever. It's beautiful.
I know how they feel about each other. I know they think they've got everything hidden from everyone else, but they don't. I see the way Cy looks at Skids when we're at Cy's house and Skids is rolling around on the floor with Letterman, and I see the look in Skids' eyes when he touches Cy, especially that time when I went into Cy's room and there they were, laying together, Skids running his fingers over Cy's palm.
I wish Cy would stop worrying about his rep and just tell Skids how he feels, or for Skids to stop waiting for Cy to tell him.
Sometimes I wish I could just tell them.
I'm not the only one aware of this situation. Mik and Cy were stuck in an elevator once, and Cy told everything to him.
"Let's face it. Only reason I'm telling you is because we both know I'm never going to say any of this to Skids."
He had said that to Mik, and Mik told me, even though he promised not to. I just shook my head and told him I already knew, and it was all okay.
But now, as I stand here watching them roll together on my apartment floor, I understand why I haven't told them.
It's because if I tell them, things will change. They'll stop their lovemaking, and after a while they'll stop touching each other completely. Then, after a while, things will get really awkward, and they'll stop talking, and the only thing holding them to each other will be me, and we'll all hurt because of that.
And I don't want us to hurt like that.
But maybe things will change the other way, and they'll grow closer, and then they'll have many different kinds of lovemaking, and not just their tickling.
But I think that the only way for it to change that way is for them to make it that way.
They have to build on their own relationship, like Mik and I have built on ours.
They are beautiful, and they will always be beautiful, as long as they're together and at least friends.
*^*
A smile crept over Harley's face, and he giggled. The teenagers rolling around on the floor together suddenly stopped, a tangle of arms and legs and hair and wrinkled clothes.
"C'mon, you two. We still have to pick up 'Sheequa and then get to the gig."
They nodded and got up rather quickly, straightening clothes and hair and baseball caps.
And in that moment, everything was beautiful.
THE END