I am blessed by your reviews, all of you…especially those of you whom I didn't PM and beg to read my work. No, the two of you just read my story because you were looking for something new, and I applaud you for it. So, here we go with chapter 2!
I'm not going in there, I thought. I'm not going to go up the stairs to his front porch, ring the doorbell, and wait for the disgusting creep to answer because, A. Cloud would kill me, even though we technically broke up about a week ago, and B. More importantly, I Squall Leonhart, am perfectly sane and I am not a callboy to a disgusting closeted pervert. Nevertheless, my feet disobeyed my mind and willpower as I stepped up to their porch, the Cassidy porch, as in Axel, Larxene, and closeted-perv-guy Cassidy. Those Cassidys.
That disgusting pervert opened the door. Some people called him emo, which was just wrong because he was anything but emo. I just called him an asshole. He was, really. You should see the way he treats everyone else around him, as if he actually meant more to the world than anybody else. If there's one thing I hate, it's an egomaniac. I think the only reason Larxene didn't kill him like she nearly killed that Almasy punk who tried to feel her up was because they were related. Anyway, the slate-haired punk opened the door and I was hit with a wave of utter loathing, or, as Cloud would put it, I hated his guts. It happens.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come," he said flatly as I stepped inside.
'That would have been your problem," I said taking off my leather jacket. I caught him eyeing me, but I didn't say anything. "Honestly," I went on, "I never thought you would actually call someone for gay sex or sex at all. You don't seem like the type of guy who would actually get some if you lived in a brothel."
"First off," he said, "this is not gay sex."
"No, you just called a guy to come over and blow you. I get it, perfectly straight sex between two guys. Pardon my misunderstanding."
He sighed. "Look, can we just get on with it?"
"Fine," I said, "take off your pants."
"Not in here, in my room! Geez, what an idiot."
"What, you don't find the idea of someone making you spurt right here, in the living room, where anyone could come in on us, the biggest turn-on ever?"
At that point, his face had a look of having just swallowed rat poison laced with marijuana mixed with looking as if a girl he had never met had just come up, slapped him, and then walked away. Those are the only things I can really compare it too. Hold on, wait-yes, there it is! The unmistakable quirky smile of someone who's just been turned on! Oh, wait, no-that was a nose hair. Turns out he actually doesn't like voyeurism. He probably likes BDSM, though. There's no way to tell with him.
"Anyway," I said, breaking the awkward silence that was killing my spontaneous hardening-it happens, like, at the weirdest times (you probably didn't need to know that), "your room, huh?"
His room was incredibly dark, with dark furniture. Thank God I wouldn't have to see his member. I tried to help him get his pants off, but the bastard nearly tore my arm off. He actually poked me in the eye as I bent down… holy SHIT, was that thing real?! Even so, it was still disgusting. Eww…it didn't taste at all like Cloud. Damn, he wasn't even responding, how could I tell if I was doing it right? I was just doing what I did with Cloud, but you can never really tell, can you? He finally came, and he barely even moved.
I stood up, expectant. All he did was glance at me. "What, do you want something else?" he finally asked.
"What," I said, "don't I get something in return from you? I only give as good as I get, and I gave pretty good, so I think you should give me some."
He gave me a weird look then. "Are you implying," he said slowly, "that I do to you what you just did to me?"
"Well, yeah! Not to sound like a man-hooker, but I don't really give away anything for free. Come on, bend down."
"Okay," he began, like he was talking to a little kid, "first off, do you even know the odds of my letting you in here, and letting you touch my body? They are very slim. Furthermore…"
As he kept rambling on, I noticed that he was about a-head-and-a-half shorter than me, and if I wanted to, I could easily snap his neck. Still, I decided to humor him, no matter how thin and wasted his body was, and to let him live, even though I knew I would regret it sooner or later.
"Here," he finally said, handing me something green and papery.
"What's this supposed to be?"
"You wanted payment, right? Well, take it or leave it."
"Are you fucking SCREWING me?!" I shouted. A 20?! For the love of…it wasn't as much the fact he thought he could pay me off as he thought a 20 would cover it. I mean, I'm definitely worth more than that.
"This isn't for the service," he said. "This is for your discreetness here."
"You don't want me to talk about this at school, so you're paying me off?" I said.
"Exactly."
I considered it for a moment. Finally, I said, "I don't want your money." And I handed it back to him.
"Well, what do you want?" he asked, confused.
I knew instantly what I wanted. I had seen Axel with them not a week ago at the used bookstore downtown. "Your brother's H Mags," I said.
"Deal".
As I was walking outside, I saw Axel and Larxene coming past me into the house, and I nodded to them. Whew, thankfully, Axel didn't see that. Could've ended up badly.
Axel paused on the walkway. "Was that Leon with…" he trailed off as he stared at Larxene, then at the figure slowly walking away. He was quick to give chase.
"Hey!" I heard a shout behind me. As I turned, I was hit with a red-maned 10th-grader. I quickly rolled him off me and started running away, with Axel at my heels. If he wanted these back, he would have to earn them, dammit!
Good night (and good luck!)
Kong