Queer as folk
Keep a date with Bobby Palm and his five brothers
Chapter two: Nothing really…
Michael stretched his arms and rubbed his eyes lightly burned by the sun coming from the window. He tenderly put his head on Ben's chest decided to drag this morning on, bless days off. Michael was floating between awareness and unconsciousness but was likely to fall asleep breathing his man's scent. Well, too bad. As a thunderclap a horrible noise coming from the kitchen made them jump awake at hundred percent. Ben and Michael looked at each other and quit their sitting positions grabbing their pants before opening the door. They arrived at the kitchen finding Hunter reaching for pans on the floor.
"Did I wake you guys up?" he said noticing them in the doorway. Both men looked a little startled and angry, well mostly startled "Obviously, yes" Hunter said casually.
"What the fuck are you doing?" that's Michael approaching Hunter to clean up the mess with his traditional pissed off manner.
"Im drumming to make it rain, what the hell do you think Im doing!" Hunter retorted with the same pissed off manner.
Michael grabbed ferociously the pan in Hunter's hands and agitating it under his nose said:
"You're putting a mess like usual. Can't you be quiet? Ever?"
"Can't you be less uptight! Ever?" the teen said getting his pan back. Ben, who had been staying in the doorway all that time, sighed and after thinking about it gently returned into his bedroom letting the two morning fellows deal with their cranky early dispositions.
Hunter finally sat at the table giving up the pan to Michael, a stupid pan for a stupid moron he thought. He quickly was joined by Michael and his cup of coffee.
"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" he said between his teeth.
"It's Saturday old man. Listening to you I should go to school all week nights and days"
"Talking about wishes that never gonna happen" Michael said searching the room with his eyes. "Ben" he called. Michael expired exasperated "You screwed my sweet sweet morning"
"Yeah, and you needed it after a sweet sweet night screwing"
Michael took a sip of his coffee and grimaced. The coffee tasted like piss, well he'd never tasted piss but it was definitely how he imagined it would taste. He got up and put his shirt on.
"What about breakfast?" he said taking his jacket. Hunter eyed him suspiciously.
"What about Ben?" Hunter asked.
"Some of us need their rest"
At the diner, Debbie was discussing with different customers waiting for the orders but quickly rushed toward Michael when he passed the door.
"Hi Honey" she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and then pinched Hunter's one who just forced a smile as would the tough kid he pretended to be. Michael spotted Justin and Brian at the table they practically always were. Brian looked tired and Justin a little annoyed.
"Hey! What's with the faces?" Michael threw sitting front of Brian while Hunter sat front of Justin. Brian stared at Michael.
"Work, I'm working as a foreman and that's the price to pay when you hire a troop of fellow morons to do a job. We should pay me an allowance for giving work to retarded."
"Well at least they're cheap aren't they?" asked Michael innocently.
Justin had to smile at that: "Cheap? Brian doesn't do cheap" Brian gave a sardonic smile toward Justin and put his sunglasses on then propped his head in his elbow lying on the table.
Emmett came rushing toward them when Debbie was taking the orders. He sat on a chair at the extremity all bright and smiling. Michael smiled to him impressed and curious by so much joy so soon in the day.
"I'll take an omelette with bacon and pancakes"
"Emmett, must've had and agitated night" Michael asked smirking gently.
"You couldn't be more right, well except for the agitated point. In fact the most extraordinaire thing happened to me last night." He said exited.
"You've discovered the use of this little seat-like thing in your bathroom?" came Brian's enfeebled voice from the hollow of his elbow. Emmett ignored Brian and pursued like he wasn't there.
"So, it's like one pm and the telephone starts ringing so…"
"You pick up!" Brian exclaimed throwing his head up with a look of extreme amazement. Emmett rolled his eyes and turned his gaze slowly toward Brian with profound disgust.
"So I… pick up…"
"Oh. Didn't see that coming" Brian sneered and re-installed his head in his elbow.
"And, there's this guy who's searching for some Jimmy so I tell him it's a wrong number and hang up. Ten minutes later he calls again and begins telling me how he phoned his friend and he keeps giving him this number and how it's weird. And like that we keep talking and we talked all night! He's fabulous! And I am meeting him tonight! He's such a great person! So much class, so nice and intelligent!"
"He must look like an old hag" Justin pointed.
"It's a destiny thing. It's the kind of things you just have to seize" Emmett said daydreaming.
"Destiny thing my ass" Brian said getting his head back into the conversation "Maybe he's just one of those freaks who call some numbers till they find someone stupid enough like you to actually talk back to them. It's pathetic."
Emmett shook his head: "You're just a negative pinhead"
"I think it's great, it's like in a movie" Michael said joyous. Brian rolled his eyes: "You're pathetic either" he said chucking his head in his elbow in consternation.
Brian was sitting at the counter of his kitchen facing his former but soon new assistant. Examining different papers with an expression of indignation.
"This is directly targeting me" he said shaking his head with an ironic smile.
"Yeah, well not officially but as you can see he'll do anything to keep his clients" she said strictly.
Brian puffed: "The clients I brought" he slammed the papers on the counter "Fucker!" his cell rang, he rubbed his eyes and sighed after seeing who he had to answer.
"What again! No! No! It wasn't what I fucking said! You don't take… that is for the first floor why the hell would I put that… and who the fuck are you! Where's Stevens! Yeah, I cut you because I'm talking. Get me Stevens" he rubbed his eyes again and faced his assistant, she got up and waved goodbye: "I'll call you if I have news"
"You do that" he answered "And good ones coz I'm inches from hanging myself"
On her way out of the loft she crossed Justin.
"Hi" he said tenderly toward Brian approaching to kiss him.
"Hi" Brian threw back angrily; Justin froze screwing his eyes "I mean, Hi Sunshine" Brian corrected amending. Justin approached and kissed him.
"Michael is…" the young man started but was cut by a conceited gesture of Brian's hand.
"I'm on the phone" Brian said without looking at his lover "I don't give a shit if he's your friend! You fire his ass! There was one jackass as dumb as you on earth and you found each other. No, they're coming from Italy, in Europe not New York. Ill talk with them, just don't" he said and hung up. He banged his head against the wood and just stayed still during a minute or two. Justin was waiting sat at the counter and watching him blankly. Brian took his head up very slowly and put his eyes on Justin paying attention to the blond and expecting him to say what he was about sometimes earlier, but no sounds came.
"So what's with Michael?" he asked breaking the silence. Justin looked away disdainfully: "I don't wanna say anymore" he said bitterly.
"What?" the older man said eager "stop acting like a princess" Justin opened his mouth and put his tongue out. Brian got off his chair toward him. Justin watched him approached hypnotized by the green eyes. He remembered the first time he had seen them and the same fire was still burning at their center. Brian caught Justin's chin between his fingers and touched Justin's tongue with his before inserting his in the other young man's mouth.
"Ee bwaininf fo uoo a de canmic tore" Brian took his tongue out a little frustrated, today was this day of the year when everybody was pissing him off.
"What?"
"He's waiting for you at the comic store" Justin repeated passing his tongue on his lower lip to get the little of Brian stayed there. "Mel got the sex of the baby, he's all excited"
"Why? Is it a boy?" Brian grabbed his jacket and went for the door when his cell left on the counter started ringing. Brian just looked at it motionless. Justin bent a little forward.
"Do you want me to get that?" he said with caution.
"Sure, have fun" Brian said before closing the door behind his back.
