Blackening Flower Pots
After breakfast and a quick shower, Will decided to go for a jog. But as he was heading down the first block, he slowed to a walk. He didn't need to run passed a day as beautiful as this. Instead he headed toward the small bakery that Grace liked so much. She had made breakfast; he could bring home lunch.
As he crossed 5th Street he saw him. He had a tall slender figure, mussels that could only be described as Olympian, and dark hair styled in a simple yet perfect way. The bakery forgotten, Will followed him for many blocks into a part of town that he didn't know. He lost the man at a corner, and found himself alone yet again. Where was he anyway? How could he get home?
He started wondering, asking every friendly face to point him in the right direction, but no help could be found. He was walking through a neighborhood of middle class apartments, most of them empty at the moment. But those that had people in them each added to the ruckus of noise that he heard. He looked up and noted how quaint the apartments looked, many had flowers on the sill next to an open window, the curtains billowing softly in the gentle breeze. As he walked on he heard giggling coming from a house not to far ahead. As he passed under that same house, he heard the sound of clay on wood, and felt a sharp pain in his head right before the world went black.
"Oh stop Ricardo! You're making me all wiggly inside!"
"That's the way I planned it Jake. Hmmm, I can't seem to get enough of you..." Jack and Juan had gone back the only real home either of them owned. Now that Juan had Jack backed up against the open window, the early morning sex was about to repeat itself. Juan leaned in for another lip locking round. Jack felt large, warm arms enveloping him when he began to feel a slight pang of regret; what was the name of the man who was in front of him blocking out the rest of the world? What did it matter, after all, he was getting action. At that moment the lust level rose a few notches. Juan was now on top of him, and he was leaning half way out the window!
"Ricardo, umm... I feel like I'm going--"
"Shhh dear, don't say a thing. This is suppose to be a time--"
"Juan!" (Ahh, that's it.) "Something fell out of the window, and I feel like I'm going to be following any second!" Juan got off of Jack and looked out of the window as Jack turned around to see the spectacle on the sidewalk below them. "Oh my Goodness!"
"You know that man?"
"Y-yes, he's, he's..."
"Don't worry about him, Jake, I bet he's fine."
"Damn it Juan, I can't. He's my best friend!" With that Jack ran outside to Will. What had happened? Juan had been in to him, and now his best friend was out cold in his arms. Jack looked around for help, but only saw the flood of dark earth as it poured from the flower pot that had connected with Will's now swollen head. It made Jack sick to look at. Had he really done this? And to his best friend? Had he really injured the first man he ever cared about?