Gin, Kisses, And Cigarettes
Dutchy found himself laying back on the old couch again. The house smelled oddly of scented candles and potpourri. It even looked like someone was trying to clean the place up. Just when he was starting to get use to the stench of mold and cigarette smoke. He kicked his shoes off his feet and tried to relax for a while. He noticed a couple chairs and a small table and briefly wondered what new piece of furniture he'd see next.
Reaching under the couch for the pack of cigarettes he knew would be there, but stopped as he realized how lonely he was feeling. He hadn't seen Specs in weeks. His parents wouldn't let Specs come over or let him go over to Specs' place. Specs went to a different school then him and although he had his license, his parents wouldn't let him take the car out because they knew he'd be of to spend time with him. It was exactly the same with his own parents.
Ever since they got caught at his junior prom groping each other, among other things and he'd been suspended, things had become quite the living hell for the two of them. All he wanted now was for things to go back to how the were before they'd been caught.
"Hey Dutch."
Dutchy turned his head to the hand that was on his shoulder and trailed his eyes up to stare at his boyfriend in the eyes, "Hey."
"Don't look so excited to see me," he smirked and moved his way onto the couch next to the other boy.
"Sorry, just a bad day I guess," he leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Hmmm...what happened?" Specs slid his wire framed sunglasses on top of the green and black checkered bandanna covering his head.
"Photography class jerk took a picture of me today sitting outside the art room painting and said he was going to blow it up and call it, Portrait of a Gay Boy With Talent,"
"Flatteringand insulting."
"That's not even what pushed me into this mood. Art teacher was a dick and gave me crap about the assignment to make it into some non-graphic piece of crap that apparently he believes no one would find unique or appealing. Then my mom tells me she's not footing the bill to send me to some art college I'll get "nothing out of", what kind of bullshi-"
"Babe, you need to relax," said Specs as he finished kissing him.
"...she knows that's the only reason I even try at school. If she takes the art college off the table, what the hell is the point of trying?"
"You," he sighed, "look, I know my parents put up a fight when I did this, but I got the feeling your parents would eventually do this to you."
"You did what?" he furrowed his brows.
"I started a savings account and put half my check into it every time I got paid. My parents already long ago made me a college account and I can afford to go to any of my choice, I started the savings account just in case this happened."
"Wait, what, me?" he looked confused, Specs reached for his arm and tugged him closer.
"Yeah, I wanted to help you pay for classes and tuition, books, art supplies, you name it," he didn't let go of him.
"You didn't have to," mumbled Dutchy tugging him down on top of him on the couch.
"You know I had to, even if we'd broken up for some ungodly reason, I still would have given it to you," he touched their foreheads together.
"We won't be able to see each other once we go to college will we?" Dutchy tugged his shirt a little and kissed his neck.
"Just because we're miles apart doesn't mean we can't talk to each other on the phone or email," he smiled down at him.
"I know, its just, I assume the worst, I mean, who knows you might find someone better then me, then what?" he tugged him closer.
"There's no two people in the world better suited to be together then you and I," he kissed him this time not breaking apart.
Neither of them noticed the pair stopping at the end of the hall.
"Dear me, it seems we may have stumbled upon a love nest."
"We should just start renting out rooms, we could make a fortune, by the way, there's a freaking mattress on the floor in the bed room right over here," the boy cocked an eyebrow at the pair on the couch as he also pointed down the hall.
"What he means is that people have to sit on that couch afterwards," the other boy smirked.
Specs turned his head back to Dutchy.
"Talk about ruining a moment," muttered Dutchy.
Specs sighed, "Can I ask what you're doing here?"
"No," said the light haired boy making a show of cracking his fingers by just flexing them.
Dutchy cringed and Specs arched an eyebrow.
"I love it when you do that," said the dark haired boy.
"I know, 'swhy I do it," he smiled somewhat lewdly.
"I think we should go," said Specs sitting up.
"Nah, since you're here you can help us," the dark haired boy pointed behind him where a small mini fridge sat.
"I swear I'm gonna kill who ever broke the other stairs," muttered the light haired boy.
"So it wasn't you guys?" asked Dutchy also sitting up now.
"You people have names right?" said the light haired boy.
They both nodded.
"Well," asked the dark haired boy, he seemed to have a bit of an accent.
"I'm Fletcher, and that's Robert, though we sometimes go by Specs and Dutchy, respectively," said Specs.
"Specs? Dutchy? What are we, in the fourth grade?" scoffed the light haired boy.
The pair frowned at him.
The dark haired boy snaked a hand over the other ones mouth and started talking, "This is Shawn, he doesn't always play well with others, I'm Tony, Anthony if you want to get technical."
They both nodded.
Shawn, who didn't seem happy, was now elbowing the other boy in the stomach, "Bastard," he composed himself, "So what're you doing here? Hiding from the hell that is the world?"
Specs shrugged, "More or less."
"More on the more side," said Dutchy.
"So if you guys didn't break the stairs and we didn't break the stairs, I take it there's at least one more set of people running around here?" Anthony glanced over at Shawn.
Shawn shrugged, "So long as you fuckers know that the liquor belongs to me, we won't have any problems."
"Oh and the cigarettes are mine," said Anthony perking up as he figured they were claiming things now.
"I am not amused," said Dutchy now pulling out the cigarettes and taking one just to spite the other boy.
"Uh, it doesn't seem he cares Anthony, you have no terror factor, what with your height and all," said Shawn heading back to continue moving the mini fridge.
"You can move that by yourself now," said Anthony heading over to the couch.
"You suck!"
"We've been over that," said Anthony snatching the cigarette pack from Dutchy? Robert? Dutchroberty! "Mine!"
"So how long have you guys been coming here?" asked Specs scooting over next to Dutchy so that Anthony could perch on the arm of the couch.
"God, since, I don't know, how long Shawn?"
"Uh," he scooted his way down the rest of the hall, frowning as he heard Anthony's somewhat stifled laughter, "since, God um, freshmen year? Sophomore? Maybe it was the summer of freshmen year."
"Yeah, I think that's it," said Anthony starting to remember.
"The guy had moved out the year before, but the place never went on the market because of how shitty it looks, no one wanted to buy it." Shawn managed to shimmy the mini fridge across the room and was now grabbing the small but sturdy table to try and place it on.
"We kind of just stopped in every once in a while, and well only recently figured that no one was ever going to do something to the place," Anthony finally got off the couch to try and help Shawn pick up the mini fridge to place it on the table.
"So now, we're making it home," finished Shawn as they got the mini fridge on the table.
Anthony shook the table to see how much it wobbled, not a lot, he was satisfied,"Home, yeah, it's home, isn't it?"
"Only more so when you're here," Shawn genuinely smiled at him.
Anthony smiled back.
Specs turned to look at Dutchy, sort of an unspoken agreement that perhaps they were seeing something no one actually saw.
Dutchy cleared his throat.
Specs shot Dutchy a wide eyed look having wanted no attention drawn to the fact that they were indeed still in the room.
"Uh," Shawn cleared his throat.
Anthony just smiled wider, "Awkward."
"So I take it you're a couple?" asked Specs deciding to just get it out there.
"What's it to you?" Shawn snapped.
"Nothing really," Specs seemed mildly distraught.
"My god I'm pretty sure we're older then them, no need to freak babe," Dutchy smiled widely as he slung his arm around Specs.
"Awww look they're a happy gay couple too," cooed Anthony.
Shawn cringed, "I don't need to see it though."
"Like you two were any better two seconds ago in I'm So In Love With You Land. Where you write each other sonnets with your eyes and the world is just the two of you and you dance around playing harps while wearing toga's," Dutchy was feeling more like himself now, which was essentially weird and random.
"..." Shawn opened and closed his mouth for a few seconds.
"I think you just made his brain skip," said Specs furrowing his brows and sliding his sunglasses back in place.
"I'll fix him, be back," he dragged Shawn out the room and into one of the bedrooms, the one with the mattress.
The two of them stared at each other.
"So, I think I lost cool points back there," said Specs pulling Dutchy on top of him.
"What with being freaked out by a junior in your 'I'm badass attire', yeah, but that's fine by me," said Dutchy kissing him deeply.
"I'm glad, you feeling better now?" he kissed him chastely on the lips this time.
"Much better," he kissed him back.
"That's good, we'll worry about the future when we get there," Specs kissed him again.
"Yeah, when we get there," mumbled Dutchy kissing him deeply again.
"Gah," Shawn and Anthony were standing at the edge of the hall, Shawn looking a little bedraggled.
"Let them have their moment, we had ours," said Anthony tugging Shawn back down the hall intent on brining up the rest of the things they'd left downstairs.
"Yes we did," Shawn smiled that smile of his and Anthony simply rolled his eyes.
Dutchy shrugged and smiled down at Specs and the two of them realized they'd never felt so relaxed in front of another set of people in their lives. It was weird, in a good way.
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A/N: So two different set of pairs met, now comes the day they all collide together as one group of people and the things they get to experience as a group are the things that they cherish.