Despite them acting simply amused or seeming to ignore Chislett's 'suggestive' ideas, the couple, on their way to the Celaya's house, just happened to take a 'detour', a little ways off the road, to duck down from view, right there in the front seat, proceeding into your typical teenage 'make-out session'. It went as far as kissing and the taking off of shirts (or in Jacque's case, unbuttoning), and they probably wouldn't have gone further at the time, but even so, had they wanted to, they couldn't have gotten to it regardless, for Jacque eventually leapt up from the seat, saying he thought he heard something outside. He was convinced that someone had been out there, perhaps watching them, and felt rather violated by the thought. Goresky assured him it had probably been a deer or bird in the bush and that he was just being silly, but all the same, he was courteous enough to not ask to resume their activity. He insisted, looking at the car time display, that he should be getting Jacque home, anyways. So their top clothing was pulled back on, and they peeled the truck back out onto the road. They arrived at the house, some odd three minutes later, as they were chatting away, about ideas for the next 'getting together' with Bullseye and the gang. "-Yeah, definitely a club or bar would be cool, they seem like the type to get out places," Goresky was saying. "Just which one, though... I know there's at least five... Roxxy's... Elextra's... Conga's... Torra's... and Mickie's." "-Wait, there's SEVEN, Goresk, you forgot two!" Jacque cut in. "What about Tony's and Jogo's?" The warthog flushed, sheepishly. "-Uhhh... I wasn't counting the gay bars, hun?" The lynx-caracal also blushed, in turn. "-Oh." Right, that's probably the wise choice..." His boyfriend gave a small nod. "-Yeah, we'll save the flaming gay exposure for when they're a little more comfortable with it..." "-Speaking of flaming gay-" Jacque added, a devious look coming on, "-You know what we haven't done in the longest time, that we should do?" Going in drag!" Goresky's eyes widened, in a bit of surprise. "-Oh... yeah," he said, blankly, not sure of how else to reply. "-Seriously, it'd be so much fun!" his boyfriend continued to insist, with delight. "And I have the CUTEST new outfit that I've been DYING to have an excuse to wear-" "-Uh, that's great, Jacq, but... I was thinking, maybe we... shouldn't," the warthog gulped, bracing himself for Jacque's reply. The feline stared at him, with a vague quizzical look, in addition to what Goresky could swear was a tinge of 'suspicion'. "-Wh... why not?" he stuttered, in dumbfoundance. "-Well, I mean... it's just... like I was saying before, about the whole going easy on the whole 'gay' thing in front of the others at first, and-" He trailed off, seeing the sour frown that had formed on Jacque's lips. "...Jacque?" His mate gave a slow blink, and turned his head, muttering, "-Ah... uh huh... I see how it is..." Goresky swallowed, nervously. "-What... how what is?" "-First time you said no, that was because Chislett spilled that root beer slurpee on your outfit top... I understood; it wasn't your fault." Second time, you said no because you had that rash on your calf, and your skirt didn't cover it." That I could forgive." But now you bring it up a THIRD time, but without a good plausible reason, because I know perfectly well that your outfits are clean and suiting!" Goresky gave a bewildered blink, and opened his mouth to try and explain, but Jacque went on, "-So forgive me if I'm wrong, but is it just me... or are YOU trying to tell me something here?" Realizing he had just put himself into hot water, the warthog blurted, "-What, no!" The feline hissed, in exasperation, "-Well for frick's sake hun, throw me a bone!" Everytime it's just like you seem to have an 'excuse' for not wanting to... when is it just REALLY... that you DON'T want to at all?" I mean, come on!" We had so much fun that time we did it at Tony's!" You seemed to enjoy it as much as I did!" So where the hell did it go wrong?" "-Nothing went wrong!" Goresky yelped, in protest. "Jacque, I have NO idea what's making you think that-" He was cut off yet again, by a sudden thought from his mate. "OH! Oh, I get it... this is your way of telling me it's not YOU, it's ME, right?" Jacque asked, icily. Baffled, his boyfriend croaked, "...Huh?" "-I'm just too GAY for you aren't I!" the lynx-caracal fumed, in fury. The whole point was now clear to Goresky, who stared at Jacque, stone-faced, not believing what he'd just heard. "...Jacque..." he responded, "-we had this same fight three months ago-" "-And now we're having it AGAIN!" How quaint!" Jacque retorted, scornfully. His partner, turned away, looking off into the distance, rubbing a hand over his face, in exasperance, trying to remember in which how was the most appropriate way to handle this situation. "-Jacq, for the love of-" he started, but as his boyfriend was not in the mood for excuses or consolance, Jacque cut him off, yet again. "-Know what, you've done your part, you dropped me off, you can LEAVE now, thank you," he spat, curtly, as he snatched up his bag, and burst out the truck side door, slamming it hard. Seeing things had just been made worser still, Goresky quickly jumped out his side of the truck, and ran after him. "-Jacque, hun, wait!" The lynx-caracal was already walking in the door; the warthog had barely a second or two to stop the front door before it shut, and pushed it back open, to get in. Jacque, continuing to walk on, swiftly, hearing that his boyfriend had followed him in, snapped, "-WHAT are you doing, Goresky, I thought I told you to GO!" "-Well maybe I'm not ready to go yet!" the warthog huffed after. The feline passed his caracal mother on his way out of the hallway. "-Hello sweetie," Lorelei greeted her son. "-Hello Mother," Jacque said, briskly, moving faster on, trying to get to the stairway faster. Goresky ran by the living room, quickly calling, "-Hey Lorelei!" in greetance, not wanting to forget his manners, regardless of the situation. The female blinked, in surprise, not recalling her son mentioning that he would be coming over. "-Oh... hi Goresky!" As soon as he reached the staircase, Jacque turned around, up onto the stairs, and faced Goresky, snarling, "-Are you DEAF, Goresky, I said GO HOME!" "-NO!" the warthog scowled back, "-Not until we TALK this out!" "-Well frankly, I'm not in a 'talking' mood right now, so THAT kinda defeats the purpose, doesn't it?" the lynx-caracal jeered. "So yeah, bye bye, then!" He tromped up the stairs, with Goresky trailing behind, yelling, "-Jacque, I'm not leaving this house until you give me a chance to explain what-" "-Hate to break it to you, but Goresk, I'm SICK of hearing your 'excuses' for one day, so if you're planning on staying here, let's just say you're going to be seeing a lot of DOOR for the rest of the evening!" "-Oh yeah?" "-Yeah, like THIS!" Jacque's door was abruptly and promptly slammed shut in Goresky's face. The warthog flinched at this, but regained posture, sighing, "-Right.. okay then-" He turned the doorknob, but it held fast. It'd been locked from the inside. Goresky groaned, his ears laid flat, and nostrils flaring. Jacque sure knew how to make things difficult. "-Huh... locked... very cute, hun..." he seethed, through clenched teeth. "Now open up." His partner's voice shouted from the other side, "-What do you NOT understand about me saying I don't want to talk to you?" Do us all a favour and GO TO HELL!" Frustrated, the warthog barked back, "-Weeell, in all fairness, Jacq, isn't that last line a little too late for wishful thinking?" And speaking of which, even if you DO ignore me for the rest of your life, we'd eventually both end up there, and then you'd have to put up with me for the rest of eternity, because, and I'm just guessing, there aren't too many places to hide in the ETERNAL FLAMES OF HELL!" There was no response or comeback from Jacque's end. Goresky pursed his lips, saying, "-Oh, that's the way you're gonna be; give me the old silent treatment?" Well fine then!" I can wait all night if I have to; I'll just sit here and wait for you." You've gotta come out SOMEtime!" As his mate did not make a word, little less a yell of protest, the warthog gave a huge sigh, and lowered himself to the ground. Propping his back against Jacque's door, he shuffled up his knees, crossing his arms over them, and then leaned back his head. This was probably going to be awhile.
Lorelei stood at the bottom of the stairs, having heard the two teenage boys bellowing back and forth. They'd been silent for quite a time now. The female frowned, in concern, wondering what could possibly be the matter. She wasn't the only one, as her husband then walked into the room, a laundry basket in his arms, that just so happened to contain their son's clothing. "-Something wrong, Lorrie-hun?" Marco questioned. "I swear I thought I heard yelling, from the other room-" "-Yes, that would be your son and his significant other," his wife supplied. The adult lynx eyebrows rose. "-That so?" His mate nodded, sagely. "-Jacque got back awhile ago, and Goresky came running in after him." They were hollering at each other all the way up the stairs, and into his room." Though, as you can see, only ONE of them actually went IN." They side-glanced up to the upstairs hallway, where from their ground level, they could see Goresky's feet sticking out a bit, from where he was sitting on the second floor. Marco pulled his lip, sympathetically. "-Having another row, are they?" "-It would appear to be so," Lorelei sighed. "But it's odd; I haven't heard them speaking for the last while or so... you think-" "-Nope, it's a typical case of 'silent treatment'," the lynx answered. "That's our Jacque; he can be a perfectly ornery little mule, when he wants to be." Hmmm... well, since I'm on my way up there, want me to get a insight on what's going on?" "-Sure, just don't try to butt in 'too' much, dear," Lorelei insisted. "You know how they are about us 'meddling' in their affairs." Marco nodded. "-I'll keep that in mind, but you never know." He began walking upstairs, as Lorelei went into the other room, crossing into the kitchen. Balancing the basket into one arm, Marco made his way over to where Goresky was seated on the floor. The warthog, upon seeing him coming, quickly leapt to his feet, turning a shade of red in the face, embarrassed at his current position. He thought he probably looked pretty stupid to Marco; sitting all forlorn-like, at the foot of his boyfriend's door like a needy pathetic moron. "-Oh, hey Marco!" he said, uneasily. The lynx was not one to give people a hard time, especially when in a tough spot as it were, and so, simply smiled ruefully at Goresky, in turn. "-Hey Goresky." ...Having a fight again?" The teenage boy shuffled about, anxiously. "-Yeeeah... something like that," he admitted. Marco gave an acknowledging nod. "-Well... considering what side of the door you're on, good luck," he wished, sincerely. Finally, the silent Jacque yelled from the other side of the door, "-DAD, STOP TALKING TO THE CRETIN!" HE'S NOT WORTHY!" In fact, you're considered the 'master' of the house, right?" MAKE HIM LEAVE!" Marco and Goresky exchanged glances. They both were thinking how long or how much more it would take to send Jacque into a full-out hissy fit of sorts; his tone was certainly threatening the start of one. The father lynx then dared to knock on the door. "-Jacque?" Could you open the door please?" I've got a basket of laundry here that I'd like you to kindly put where it belongs." "-Can't you just leave it out there, and I'll get it later?" his son whined, in a rather childish matter. "-No," Marco replied, curtly, in a 'final warning' sort of tone. There was an irate hiss from the other side, but the door did open, barely enough for Jacque to stick part of his body out, to grab the basket from his father. He plopped it onto the ground in his room, and was about to swiftly whack the door shut, but his parent was quicker, and stuck his arm in, to prevent Jacque from doing so. "-Aaah... not so fast, kiddo." His son fumed. "-What, I took the laundry, now what?" "-Don't you think Goresky's waited out here long enough?" his father asked, simply. "I think it's time you actually tried a little communication, here." Jacque grew more infuriated by the minute. "-Oh, now you're on HIS side, huh, is that it?" Well in THAT case, father dearest, I have nothing to say to you EITHER!" He tried shutting door again, but Marco pushed it back. "-Can I at LEAST ask one question?" inquired the lynx. The teenage feline stopped pressing against his door. He snorted, "-Fine, what?" "-What time is it?" Jacque blinked at the seemingly irrelevant question, but turned around to check the clock on his desk. "-Uh... it's... twenty to... why?" Marco remained cool. "-Tell me son... what's the policy in our house for friends or guests that stay to or after six?" The teen thought for a moment, then a pouting frown formed upon his face. "-They stay for dinner," he grumbled. "-Exactly." And considering Goresky here claims he's not leaving until you two talk... isn't that right?" The warthog blushed at being put on the spot, but nodded, "-Er... yeah." "-Thank you." And so, you claim that you're in no mood to talk to him at all... and you won't come out of there, until we obviously ask you to come out, for something like... our evening meal, correct?" "-Yes," Jacque flinched. "-Right then." So... if I may... I suggest that you let your friend here come on in, and give him a chance to explain himself, within the next twenty minutes, otherwise I have a feeling we'll all be facing a very awkward tension at the dinnertable..." And I don't know about you two, but frankly, I kind of like enjoying my meal in a stress-free environment." The young lynx-caracal wore a look to kill, but he caved. "-Alright, alright... FINE!" Since none of you will give me a moment of peace until I listen to someone bust their chops, well I guess I have no frickin' choice but to let the gargoyle say his petty excuse!" "-Well, at that's a LITTLE more enthusiastic," Marco spoke, over-brightly. "I'll leave you to it then." He moved out of the doorway, and walked down the hallway, letting Goresky go into Jacque's room at last, quietly closing the door behind him. The warthog saw his mate walk back over to his bed, sitting down on the end, in a very rigid and distant position, his chin stuck up a little bit. Goresky wandered over, to the left side of Jacque's right, and was about to sit down as well, when the feline yelped, "-Uhppbuhbuhbuh!" I don't think so, mister... you are nowhere near worthy enough to sit at my height, at the moment, thank you very much." FLOOR!" He jabbed an index finger towards the ground, gruffly. The warthog sighed, in exasperation, but did as bid. The things he'd do to make his boyfriend happy. Once comfortable to whatever extent on his seated floor position, his back faced to Jacque, Goresky asked, "-Can I 'talk' now?" Jacque sniffed, "-Sure... might as well... I'll obviously hear it SOMEway or another." His tone was less than encouraging, but his friend intended to get it out, nonetheless. "-Listen... hun... what I said back there... I swear, I meant NOTHING towards you!" And the whole dressing drag thing isn't an issue either, honest!" I DID have fun that time... with you... alot!" It was a blast!" Jacque slowly turned around, blank-faced. "-Then WHAT, Goresky?" You can't honestly mean that you won't do it this time, becuz of those guys... who CARES what they think!" They're PEOPLE... we don't care what they think of us, right?" That's what you've always told me... and I believed you!" Goresky shook his head. "-It's not them Jacque... I agree with you there; I couldn't give two shits worth what they think of me and you... they're no one to judge." Hell, dressing in drag in front of them would be FUNNY, I think." "-Then what or who is this about?" Jacque pressed. His boyfriend gave a bitter swallow. "-It's BULLSEYE I'm worried about." That's when some sense of truth finally surfaced to the feline's thought. His face softened a little. "-Bullseye?" he repeated. Goresky tried to explain. "-I just think that I wanna go... well, 'subtle' with the whole gay-thing, with him... at first, at least." I mean... you should've seen the guy's face when I first broke the news to him..." He had the whole... 'Do I know you? You're not the brother I had eleven years ago' look..." And it hurt, Jacque... it really did." To have someone you've missed so much for so long, to come back into your life, and then look at you like you're a complete stranger to them, now..." Before he realized it, Goresky felt Jacque's arm softly locking around his shoulders. He'd joined the warthog on the floor. "-That's normal, hun..." Jacque said. "Well, for change anyways." I mean... you're not the only one who's made some transition... Bullseye's changed too, hasn't he?" Goresky slowly nodded. "-Yeah... he has." I guess that makes it only fair he feels... well... indifferent about my change." "-How?" his mate wanted to know. The warthog stared him in the eye. "-Because I hate his change too." Jacque stared back. "-Why so?" His companion gave a heavy sigh. "-It's like... whatever happened to the little guy who used to look up to me and Chis like we were his heroes?" Who never gave up, even when situation was hell for his size." Who used to... run into my mom's lap, and grin and laugh like he was the happiest kid in the world, regardless of shitty circumstance or otherwise." Goresky pursed his lips together, gulping emotion. "-I swear, he loved her more than the rest of us, put together." When she... left us... I'll... never forget his face... it was like he'd lost his own life." All the innocence... all gone." I can just see it now... he had to grow up way too fast, without us." He's in a sense, 'damaged goods'... where I once saw my little brother... now I see has been replaced with... a shallow, womanizing, perverted... jerk." Maybe not to ME... but... it's still there... and I don't like it..." He shook his muzzle, heavily. "He's not the Bullseye I knew." Jacque was listening, closely, especially since the subject has gotten so close to home; he knew how sensitive Goresky was about family. The lynx-caracal drew his mate to his chest, hugging him, reassuringly. "-He's been through alot, over the years," he spoke. "And so have you, sweetie." Goresky shifted his face, beneath Jacque's chin. "-And your point, is?" "-My point is... that if you two were once as really close as you say you were... if you really care about this relation you have with him... you'll both look past these changes and realize... that the brother you once had... is still there... deep down." Maybe you won't see it at first, but you will... it'll show, when you least expect it... and you'll remember what this was really about." He slowly pressed his lips against Goresky's forehead. "Anything worth having, is worth the time and effort, darlin'... you know that." The warthog leaned his face upwards, to look into his mate's eyes. He softly smiled. "-Yeah... I do." He reached out a hand, gently brushing his fingertips against Jacque's face. The feline smiled back, holding his hand upon the warthog's, and leaned his face down, his mouth embracing that of his lover, in a tender kiss.
Now that the bad air was gone, the pair seemed to be picking up things where they had left off back in the car... In the heat of the moment, Jacque (gently) pushed Goresky off, onto his back on the floor, and moved up onto him, his legs pretty much straddling around the warthog's hips. Goresky blinked in surprise. "-Hey, where you think you're goin' with this?" The feline grinned, playfully. "-Oh gee... in a position like THIS... hmmm, any suggestions?" he purred seductively, sprawling across Goresky's chest. The warthog narrowed his eyebrows in a serious matter, but the cocky smile threw it off. "-Come on... serious, I need you to get off." A sentence that Jacque immediately twisted, in a rather Chislett-perverted way. "-Get off, right now?" he repeated. "Gosh, I think I need a little more action to accomplish THAT..." Goresky's mouth fell open, in shock. "-You PERV!" he squawked. "I meant that you need to let me up so I can call home and tell them I'm staying here for awhile... right?" The lynx-caracal pursed his lips, slyly. "-Hmmm, that doesn't sound sexy, but eh... whatever puts you in the mood..." His boyfriend gave an amused snort. "-You are so full of it." What, did you have something in mind?" Jacque gave a shrug. "-Meh, not off the top of my head." Course we could always have a quickie of what Chislett likes to call 'kinky bum sex'." Goresky stared at him. "-And you say I'M the horny one?" His mate stuck out his tongue. "-Of course!" You're the dominant alpha male one... it's in your nature!" The warthog then pulled a devious smirk, and pulled Jacque up and flipped HIM onto his back, and leaned over, his arms propped around the feline's shoulders, closely. "-You know... maybe it WOULD be a good idea... this... us... now-" He bent his head down over Jacque's mouth, and they locked lips. But then to the feline's dismay, almost as suddenly as he started it, the warthog pulled away, jumping to his feet, "-So hold that thought!" he finished, grabbing the phone on Jacque's night stand. His boyfriend gaped in shock, as he slowly got up. "-Oh REAL nice... if that was your way to try and put me down easy, well you did a LOUSY job!" he sulked. Goresky sighed, "-Look, I'm sorry hun... honest!" But if we kept going, I would've forgotten altogether or had to phone home at the last minute... and you KNOW how much my dad hates when I do that..." "-Excuses, excuses-" Jacque muttered, airily. "So much for make-up sex, huh?" His mate gave a bit of a laugh. "-Is that what this is about?" Oh geez!" Jacq-baby, you know I'm all for that... just can you give me a sex... I mean, sec!" It was Jacque's turn to laugh. "-Gotten to you already, I see!" he giggled. "Oh my... interesting, indeed..." "-Seriously, hun, just a minute?" Goresky pleaded. "If my dad answers the phone, I'm not sure if he'll be exactly thrilled to hear you making kinky comments in the background..." "-Oh alright," Jacque relented. "I'll just go to the bathroom, and take a long time." "-Great, while you're in there, I suggest either a condom, lotion, or a cold shower," the warthog grinned, cheekily. Jacque gave him a light kick in the ankle, as he walked out. "-See, you're still the more perverted one," he jeered, shutting the door. Goresky gave a little sigh, shaking his head. Since his number was on Jacque's speed-dial (of course), the warthog immediately pressed it. It rang once, then twice, then was picked up by none other than Chislett. "-Yellow?" "-Chis, it's me," Goresky answered. "-'Bout time bro, where are ya?" his brother asked. "Still at Jacque's?" "-Yeah, I'm gonna be staying here for dinner, can you tell Dad for me?" "-Ah, sure." "-Thanks, bro," the elder Warthogg quickly said, wanting to make the conversation cut short before Chislett tried to rant him out, like he usually did on the phone. "Seeya later." "-Hey Goresk, hold on a sec!" Got a question for ya." Crap! Here we go- thought Goresky. "-Shoot," he said. It was if he could almost HEAR Chislett smirking from the other end. "-Sooo... did you guys stop somewhere before you got to Jacque's?" The warthog stared up so far, it was like he was going cross-eyed or trying to look at his own forehead, in irritation. He didn't want to tell Chislett; he'd get his ear rattled out with pervertic comments and "I told you so!". So naturally, he lied, "-No." We just went from there to here." There was a pause. "-No, you didn't," Chislett snorted. "-Yes, we did," Goresky insisted. Another pause. "-Nooo, you didn't," the younger Warthogg repeated. "-Yeees, we did," his brother repeated also. There was a scoff from the other line, as Chislett responded, "-Forgive me for the burst of immaturity here but... LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE, HANGING FROM A TELEPHONE WIRE!" Goresky held the phone away for the shouted bit. Then he slowly brought it back to his ear, grumbling, "-You've GOT to be kidding me..." "-I KNOW you guys stopped, know how?" After I called Elliot, which believe me, was PLENTY of time for you to get back to his place, I phoned Jacque's house and asked if he was home yet, and Marco said he WASN'T... sooo... HAH, nice try!" Chislett supplied, gleefully. Goresky's jaw fell. That little bugger! "-Fiiine... if you MUST know, Mr.'Snoopy Gonzalez', YES we DID take a 'detour'... THERE, happy?" he griped. "-Hah, I KNEW it!" his brother whooped. "Heheh... big brother had car-sex!" "-We didn't have SEX, alright?" Goresky scowled, fiercely. "We just made out!" "-Hey, that's cool, bro... still gettin' some, ain't it?" Chislett assured him. "So how was that, then?" Good tonsil hockey action?" Or heck, who popped a woody first?" THIS question left Goresky speechless on his line, for a minute. Then he replied, sounding offended, "-I am SO not dignifying that with a response!" His brother added in a sympathetic tone, "-Ah, I see... was you, huh?" Undoubtedly offended NOW, if he hadn't been before, the older brother yelped, "-Chislett, what the hell!" "-Hey bro, come on, it's nothing personal!" Chislett tried to calm him. "Just going with the odds, is all!" You're the 'premature' one, right?" Goresky's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. "-WHO TOLD YOU THAT!" he shrieked. There was a moment of silence, before Chislett meekly replied, "...No one..." "...Jacque?" his brother guessed. The younger Warthogg flinched. "...I promised I wouldn't tell... heh... guess I forgot..." "-Obviously..." Goresky seethed. He couldn't believe it. How could Jacque let that slip to Chislett? What's more, what on Mobius could they have been talking about to have such a fact slip in? Then again, in that case, did he REALLY want to know? Chislett tried to butter him up, knowing he'd just gotten himself into some hot water. "-I mean bro, don't worry about it, it's nothing, really!" There's no need to tell Jacque I said anything!" ...Right?" No response. "-Goresky?" The line went dead on Chislett's end. He stared at the receiver. "-Dude... NOT cool!" Ah crap..." ...SHIT, Jacque is SO gonna kill me!" he groaned. Goresky had put the phone back on the hook, and opened Jacque's door, only to have Jacque himself practically fall in. Typical eavesdropping. He gave a timid smile at his boyfriend. "-Oh!" There you are... heh." Goresky gave a frosty grin. "-So... I hear I shoot prematurely... hmmm?" The feline opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He rubbed his neck, nervously, giving a tiny squeak of a laugh or giggle. Finally, he said, "-Know what, I think I left something in the bathroom!" and quickly shot off down the hall, Goresky racing right behind him. "-JAAACQUE!"
