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    "Listen, that gay shít earlier? Don't get used to it 'cause it won't happen again."

     Verger squinted. "Is that a dare?"

 

     "Fúck, Lorn, deeper!"

     "I- I can't..."

     "Try harder, come on..."

     Lorn grunted, doing as asked. He had to hold his breath, each inch deeper causing a droplet of sweat to form on his forehead. Then, once he heard the mewl, he knew he'd reached the spot.

     "Yes, now take it out."

     "I... I'm stuck."

     Verger gawked at him. "What!?"

     "I can't pull it out!"

     "Fúcking..." Verger growled. "Take it out!"

     Lorn was panting by then, but with a little more struggle, he was soon sliding out victoriously.

     The cat meowed happily in his hand, glancing terrified at the pipe it'd been stuck in. Lorn's arm was scraped from having had it fully inside. Verger, instead of maybe checking the wounds, set on cooing and touching the tiny little snout, with a minuscule pink dot that represented a nose.

     "Look at it!" Verger cried, the furry thing easily fitting in Lorn's hand.

      "You oochy-goochy little shít!" Lorn joined, scratching its grey ear. It twitched, at which both men wailed in awe. "I could just eat it up!"

     "You literally could, from one bite!" Verger said, leaning even lower to observe the black stripes on its fluffy-wuffy existence. The cat snapped its head to the side and raised its paws, mouth agape as it started patting (tentatively scratching) Verger's face.

     "I think I'll cry!" the man gasped.

     Lorn just squeaked loud and high-pitched, lowering as well to get some of the patting himself. The cat hugged his jaw and started nibbling the stubble on his chin.

     "It probably thinks that's its sister or something." Verger laughed. Lorn was busy having his soul turned into cotton-sugar to respond.

     Verger gulped heavily, shifting around on his knees until he got even closer so that he could clear his throat near Lorn's ear.

     "You know that... we're good friends and I would take a bullet for you-"

      "You are not keeping it!" Lorn gasped. "I risked an arm to save it!"

     "But I heard it meow as we passed by this alleyway!"

     "That doesn't matter!"

     "It does too!"

     Lorn literally hissed and Verger retreated just a couple inches, as well as the cat.

     "Fine, let it decide. Put it down." Verger suggested.

     Lorn pouted and it was cute and with the cat just next to him, Verger possibly witnessed Heaven as it waited him up there. Cats and pouting Lorns. An entire army of them just tugging at Verger from all around him.

     Lorn laughed.

     "What." Verger discreetly wiped at his mouth.

     "It's just, you looked ready to cuddle-molest me." Lorn outstretched his arms, then gently placed the kitten down as if handling a hundred years old Chinese tea cup.

     The little guy stumbled a little even so, then put its bum down, front paws tapping the ground until it settled in a comfortable position.

     Its round head glanced between the two men curiously and its ears went down. Verger whined grasping the air while Lorn cupped his cheeks in awe.

     Then, the cat lowered its head to sniff the concrete before its attention was caught by something to the side. And then it hopped away, its little legs clumsy and all adorable.

     The two friends gawked at it in silence.

     After the horrible reality settled onto their hearts like a blanket of hot coal, Lorn gripped his chest in distress and Verger started panting.

     "My heart is in genuine pain..." Lorn whispered.

     "I'm a changed man." Verger wheezed, covering his mouth and stumbling back on his butt. "I think I developed trust issues..."

     "What even is life." Lorn shook his head. "I think... I think I need a hug..." he slowly turned towards his friend, but the man kept staring into distance.

     "No..." Verger sighed, gripping his upper arms. "I need some space."

     They glanced at each other for precisely four seconds before they burst in laughter.

     "Ok it was getting too much." Lorn snorted consecutively, which only made Verger laugh more.

     "What do you mean?" he asked, wiping an eye.

     "I mean..." Lorn coughed a couple times. "You refusing a hug from me? 'Twas getting unrealistic."

     Verger gaped, the corners of his lips still raised. "Oh please! I don't need your hugs!"

     "You're saying you'd seriously pass one if I were to offer." Lorn extended his arms, a daring look on his face.

     Verger's eyes went from one arm to the other and then stopped on his chest, a nice view thanks to the leather jacket he had from Verger, who was by coincidence wearing the sleeveless hoodie he had from Lorn, on top of a black hoodie.

     "Fine you have proven your point." Verger approached swiftly, but Lorn stood up ever swifter, chuckling.

     "Nah na na nah, nah, nah, can't touch this."

     Verger squinted his eyes until they were just a slit and watched Lorn stroll away, then halted onto his feet and ran at his friend, jumping him into an imposed piggyback ride.

     "Don't need your consent!"

     "Ah!" Lorn yelled once he stepped into the street. "Help! Non-consensual intercourse!"

     "To the garage!" Verger ordered, hugging his neck and bumping their heads together repetitively.

     "Bitch." Lorn murmured, obeying nonetheless.

 

     Verger entered (Lorn carried him) into the garage having yet to know why they were there.

     The place must've been spacious at one point in time, but it was now occupied by... everything. There were metal, plastic and cardboard boxes stacked, and the stacks at their turn were placed in rows upon rows, all filled with minuscule little utensils, zip ties... thinnngs.

     There was a car just near the entrance, underneath which there was a square whole, big enough for engineers to stand up in and work on the car. Otie was there, his eyes peeking above the edge of the hole.

     "Hi guys!" he waved a greasy hand.

     Verger slid off Lorn, who stood up with several pops of the spine. "Hi guy!" he replied. "I'm Verger..." he leaned down, tentatively reaching a hand.

     Otie sneaked his hand out and with his index and thumb shook Verger's hand, but still managed to smudge him with black.

     "This way." Lorn patted Verger's shoulder, leading him to a wall of boxes that had a meter of space free, like a doorway. They went beyond only to see an imitation of the earlier space, but here there was a wide table with machinery, assemblies and- and-

      "No way!" Verger exclaimed.

     "Yes, this is why I waited so long to see you." Lorn sighed, gingerly straightening the lamp's shade. "You may ask why it took so many days to fix a lamp, but." he and Verger leaned to peek at Otie, who was struggling to get out of the hole. Upon doing so, he straightened up only to hit his head on a car engine hanging by a chain.

     "I understand." Verger laughed, turning back to the lamp and hugging the air around it, afraid he'd squeeze it to death.

     "It's not even finished yet, we must apply another layer of black paint on the body so that it'll last longer..." Lorn was scratching the back of his neck. "I'll bring it to you whenever."

     Verger's glance was stolen by a pressing iron on the table. "Did... did you use that to straighten the shade?"

     "Yes." Lorn scoffed, rubbing his face. "That man is all about improvising."

     Verger snorted, then turned towards his friend and shrugged high, extending a tentative hand, unaware of what gesture would do for a 'thank you'.

     Lorn rolled his eyes and tugged him into a hug. Verger laughed happily and embraced the man tightly, cheek finding a very convenient spot on his shoulder. At that moment he wished he was shorter only to place his head between the man's pectorals, which felt... nice pressed to his.

     Shameless thuds could be heard as Otie strolled their way, and he stopped with a panting grin, wiping his forehead only to smudge it. Just then he looked really young, all goofy and messy, though he couldn't be too old as it was.

     He had short blonde hair, eyebrows, stubble, and slight mustache. His eyes were bright with life and his movements careless. [pic to the left I lied it's to the right]

     "So you're not in a coma anymore!" he cleverly deduced.

     Verger laughed, tightening his hug a little when he felt Lorn inch to let him go. "Last time I checked."

     "Cool." Otie chuckled. "I was freaked out my how freaked out Lorn was. We were just spying on this girl waiting for her to undress and have sex and then he got a call and just jumped off of the tree and was like 'Where do I live?'" he waved his arms around with one of his eyes crossed, voice low as to mimic Lorn's.

     Verger pulled away from the hug and pinched his nose, then opened his eyes to glare at Lorn dully. The man was twirling his blonde strand of hair, glaring at Otie from the corner of his eye.

     "He looked like-" Otie was laughing. "Like... well basically like you'd look when your friend's in a coma but I mean." he shrugged, laughing some more. "What?"

     "Oh nothing so how old is this girl you were spying?" Verger asked with a smile.

     "Oh, situation ain't even legal."

     "What?!" Verger snapped, and Lorn gawked at the guy too.

     "I mean me!" Otie pointed two thumbs at his chest. "I'm 17 and the girl's like..." he gazed into distance. "Dunno but she's older than 18 so that makes us illegal. Ain't it thrilling I'm getting a boner just thinking 'bout it!" he rubbed his scrunched up nose.

     "I just want to squeeze him." Verger stated with the same neutral face.

     "Him or his boner?" Lorn dared.

     Verger glanced at him. "Want me to answer that?"

     "I'm taking the lamp back." the man placed a hand on the shade.

     Verger laughed and went at him, taking his hand off the shade and advancing closer, wrapping the arm around his waist instead. Lorn just nudged him.

     "You guys are weird." Otie nodded with his arms crossed.

     "Now, I know Otie is the last person to accuse someone of being weird, but..." Lorn slowly slid his arm away from around Verger's waist. The man just enjoyed that while it lasted.

     "Okay cool." Otie clapped once. "Can we show him the project now?"

     Verger glanced at his friend curiously to see his eyes lighten up. "Fúck yes." he turned around, leading the way with Otie strolling on his trail and Verger following curiously.

     Lorn pulled a curtain and then turned around, smugly grinning looks as he glanced to the side. "What you're about to see will one day be worth..." he raised a pinkie to his lips. "One hundred billion dollars!"

     Verger just sighed and pushed him aside, entering.

     "A lawn mower." he stated.

     The two guys laughed as if at an internal joke between them, eyeing the thing with matching smirks. Well, Otie's was awkwardly trying to mimic Lorn's but he was close enough.

     "You're almost right on that." Lorn opened the lid at the front.

     "Fúck off." Verger gaped, cupping his neck.

     "Corvette engine baby!" Otie said. "A lawn mower with the engine of a car!"

     Verger squinted, raising his hands. "What. Huh? Why?" he looked at them. "Why?" he laughed.

     Their expressions smoothened. Lorn had an eyebrow lowered as he went through his head, then he answered deadpan: "Because."

      Verger laughed some more and looked closer at the abomination. "Jesus, this is- you guys just..."

     "It was my idea to begin with!" Lorn announced proudly, peeking at what Verger was and pointing him this and that.

     "You guys should test it!" Otie suggested, an elbow on his arm, fist under chin.

     "What? You go risk your life!" Verger said.

     "Oh, I don't know how to drive."

     Verger sighed. "You're an engineer and don't know how to drive a car."

     The blond shrugged, shuffling his arms around. "I... I just never got around it..."

     "He pisses his pants when on the road." Lorn murmured.

     "It was a highway and I was on the wrong lane because of your instructions!"

     "It was funny as balls!" Lorn growled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go ride this bad boy."

     "Which one." Verger grinned with a wink Lorn's way.

     The man chuckled. "How can you pull that off, damn it..." he said lightly, then pulled a toothy grin and winked with a cock of the head.

     "No no, you just twitch a little." Verger jerked his head slightly, winking.

     Lorn tried to mimic him, but forgot of the grin, tongue poking out in concentration.

     "No, see..." Verger repeated.

      Otie squinted his eyes and quietly left.

 

     "Whose broad stripes and bright stars! Through the perilous fight! O'er the ramparts we watched! Were so gallantly streaming!" the two men screamed, Verger on the front lid with the engine vibrating under him and Lorn at the back, maneuvering the machinery.

     They were drifting in the yard of the warehouse, the wheels that screeched sorrily serving as instrumental to the American anthe-

     "And the missiles red glare, star was nukes in the air! If you're not rich and white, then your rights are stripped bare!"

     Verger snorted consecutively as Lorn lowered the speed, coming to curvy stop that almost sent his friend flying.

     " 'Merica!" Lorn announced with a fist-pump in the air, which Verger stole by bumping his.

     "Shít." he agreed, stumbling off. "Ok so it's pretty functional." he laughed, eyeing the black stripes all over the concrete, covering fading traces of similar activities.

     Lorn nodded, slapping the vehicle and getting off. "You doubted us for a second?" he accused.

     Verger started walking backwards to the warehouse. "People that put a car engine in a lawn mower just because are not to be trusted."

     Lorn advanced towards him, eyes squinted under that beanie that just made Verger internally hnnngh. "Oh yeah?"

     "Stop." Verger complained, raising his arms defensively. "Leave me alone!"

     "Funny you're suggesting that because I was about to beat you up." Lorn laughed, the friends continuing their march.

     Behind Lorn, tall, naked trees swung in the wind, framing dark lanky buildings between which crows slalomed before fading into the grey sky. A mischievously scowling Lorn was that final touch that just complimented the entire thing.

     "I bet, it turns you on doesn't it." Verger dared. He only waited to see Lorn's face smoothen in anger before he turned around, shoved the two-floors high metal doors open and ran.

     Lorn's steps thudded threateningly behind him as Verger went towards the lift, well ahead thanks to his years of basketball.

     He jerked open the gate and entered, sliding it close with a sorrowful creak. Then, he got on spinning a big gear by the improvised handle, an iron bar shoved into one of its holes and duck taped.

     Lorn slammed into the fence and pushed himself aside, taking the stairs instead. He might as well have taken the stairway to heaven because either way would end up with him dead, the things were more unstable than a teenager on period.

     Verger spun quickly, knowing the lift stopped at the eighth out of ten floors. The guys around that improvised fixing the place up only had so much Vaseline for the cables managing the elevator.

     When the thing did stop, he quickly exited, going for the stairs to see Lorn pant just one row behind. They quickly escalated, Verger laughing nervously now and again.

     Once they reached the last floor, Verger led the way down a long hall with open windows, slamming each one close on his way hard enough to hear them shatter. Lorn covered his face with his arms and shoved against the windows that bounced back.

     Their soles shattered shards and gibberish, galloping steps echoing between the rusty walls and laughter chasing the shadows away.

     At a 90* turn, Verger clumsily drifted, grasping the ground and wall for support before continuing and Lorn just let himself slam into the wall instead before shoving himself back into a run.

     Frontwards was a dead end, a big room with a triangle window overlooking the front yard and buildings. On the ground, against a wall there was a mattress, with clothes and paper bags scattered around, probably a hobo's.

     Once in the room, Verger stopped at a corner and wheezed, watching Lorn approach.

     Verger slipped just past him, running into another wall and turning around to see the man jump around, arms extended like a carnivore plant ready to bite.

     Verger inched left, inched right, ready to round the man. If he could do that while dribbling a ball, he'd master this.

     But then Lorn grinned and winked, and Verger stumbled left despite having meant to bluff the movement.

     Lorn wrapped his arms around him just for the few seconds it took to steady him and then got on punching and it hurt. Verger yelled helplessly, bruises blossoming on his skin.

     "Stop, stop it!" he cried, but Lorn only lowered him to the ground before resuming the treatment. Verger was blindly kicking, but Lorn just grabbed his boot and started dragging him around the room, the dust on the dark wooden floor sticking to his clothes.

     But Verger was laughing by then, clenching his abs and... well, ROFL.

     Lorn towered above him watching. Verger's cheeks were flustered from running, his hair disvelished and clothes a dusty, crumpled mess.

     In the spur of the moment, he reached down and gripped the chest of his hoodie, raising his upper body closer to him only to slam him back on the ground. Lorn himself fell down on his knees, panting sought air after the run.

     Verger coughed, then sat up, legs around Lorn, and leaned towards him. Lorn just watched him neutrally while the man smirked, until he found himself on the floor with Verger straddling him.

     Then he pressed his butt down, his lips only slightly parted now and his eyes uncertain. Still, he tried to pull a grin. "I knew that beating me turns you on."

     Lorn didn't even have time to save his case because Verger pulled his beanie over his eyes, then lips slammed into Lorn's and he was tackled to the floor. His eyes opened despite the material close to them and his chest sucked in all the air it could manage.

     Blind, he let his other senses take over and focused on the hand interlocked with his on the floor, the lips on his own that moved greedily, plump and determined, and the weight pinning Lorn down with a dominance not unattractive.

     He moaned, thrusting his hips upwards, and it was all it took for Verger to being an indecent rolling motion. Both men moaned helplessly at the friction, panting for more and thrusting.

     Lorn didn't even know how or why, but it all felt good, just good. He cupped Verger's face and fúcked his mouth with his tongue, his own technique girls around knew him for. Verger even choked on it, breathing heavily through his nose but only lowering his head, accepting the muscle into his throat that despite the solicitation, didn't cease to emanate soaking wet noises.

     And then Verger's hips weren't even rolling anymore, he was just desperately grinding their groins through their jeans while straightening his back. His head went back and he was mewling, jaw exposed invitingly.

     Each breath of air entering Lorn's freed mouth brought with it sanity, little by little, but he couldn't stop this thing. So he gripped the back of Verger's knee with a hand, helping his grinding, and then blindly reached a hand to his abs, sliding it upwards until Verger's two hoodies were up, revealing spasming muscles that were far from modest.

     He gripped his neck with that hand, as tightly as he was clenching his leg, and Verger lost his breath, gaping and biting his lip at the treatment.

     He's never been so desperate to cum in his life. So he blindly grasped his way down Lorn's arm until he found the zipper of his own jeans. Lorn was gritting his teeth and panting through them, the grip on his friend's neck only worsening, but Verger wasn't having it.

     Once unzipped, he got on Lorn's pants and undid them too, allowing their groins to rub together through their boxers, and it was all it took for both to come.

     Verger felt it all tickle its way out pleasantly, in shots so big that they soothed the tickle themselves. He was even tearing up a little and he was mute, but that could've been because of the grip forgotten on his neck.

     Only once Lorn got it all out of his system did he let Verger go, arms falling limply on the floor along with Verger, on top of him. The man started coughing violently, Lorn could feel his muscles contract on top of his, and then he settled down to heavy breathing.

     Lorn finally moved his beanie up. Specks of dust glowed in the light from outside, rushing away with each pant Lorn took and disappearing altogether for a few seconds whenever clouds passed. It must've been twelve that did before the men said anything.

     "That was good." Verger offered, sitting up slowly, their semen splattered clothes taking their time in ungluing from each other.

     "It was too." Lorn murmured faintly, eyebrows pinched.

     Verger wiped at his forehead sheepishly, then cocked his head and looked at their clothes. "Um..."

     "Yes, this is why I was trying to choke you."

     Verger sighed shortly. "A relationship needs communication to last, baby. You could've just said 'Verger, don't let us cum on our clothes'."

     Lorn raised on his elbows, glaring at him. "I have so many contradictions to that but I'll begin by asking you to never call me baby again."

     Verger smiled, happy to see his friend taking things well for the moment. Glancing down, he unzipped the sleeveless hoodie and took it off, the one underneath as well since even it got to get stained.

     Lorn followed suit, every hole on his face squinted shut as the pale green t-shirt passed his face. He shouldn't have kept his leather jacket open.

     Standing up, the long haired man sighed, feeling Verger's gaze rape his back. Just to be a jerk and showoff, he raised his arms above his head and stretched, feeling his bones pop.

     "You're gonna be chill about this?" Verger asked from the floor, savoring the mighty sight. Oh, the front muscles.

     Lorn just made a non-lexical conversational sound, then glanced down at the mattress and placed his hands on his hips.

     "So, we gonna do this?" he pointed at the clothes while Verger stood up.

     "I think we're fine actually."

     Lorn rolled his eyes. "It's cold." he bent down and picked up two shirts with the tips of his fingers. "Stop I get the brown one."

     Verger sighed, catching the other one. It was a really large sleeveless shirt, of a rusty yellow with actual rust model on it, brown scrapes traced all over it. But after a sniff, he deduced it to be dirt and not the model, as if the previous owner had dragged themselves around. It had a couple holes in it.

     Lorn's t-shirt was oversized too, making him look just cute. Its color look as if someone rubbed a brown brick with sandpaper, kind of. But he pulled it off, as only he could.

     "Ok." Lorn sighed, keeping his arms raised as if the shirt would contact him less.

     "Are we really cool with stealing from a hobo?" Verger asked, picking up his clothes.

     Lorn rolled his eyes, shoving a hand in his trousers and retreating a few dollar bills which he let rain down on the floor. "Is your conscience at peace now, or would you like to contemplate on the fact you raped me?"

     Verger laughed. "Did it only now sink in? I was waiting for something of the sort..."

     Lorn just picked up his jacket and left, though his pace wasn't rushed. Verger caught up quickly, and then preoccupied himself by kicking things around as he walked.

     Lorn sighed. "I'm confused..."

     "Oh that's normal."

     "Not sexually." Lorn said. "I just... I can't understand what happened."

     "We dry humped." Verger helped.

     Lorn didn't even reply.

     "And you're taking it considerably well compared to the other straight guys I messed around with."

     "Are you a prostitute?" Lorn asked lightly.

     "As Troy once defended her mother when I called her that, no, I do that shít for free. Make that 'whore'."

     "It's the same thing." Lorn stated.

     "No it is not, I just clarified that."

     "It's the same thing, you pay for either."

     "Well I think you should stop going to red light districts to pick up girls."

     "Hear me out, you pay for either. If you want to fúck them, you pay. Pay their drink, pay their dinner, pay their gifts, they're all prostitutes." Lorn gesticulated with his hand before using it to fix his beanie around.

     "So what if I just go home with a guy, no drink or nothing? What does that make me?"

     "Well how do you get at his place? That's right, by car. Taxi or gas, they pay."

     "Well then what if we walk home? What am I then?"

     "A liar." Lorn squinted his eyes, glancing outside the windows they were passing. "At the end of the day, you're a slut whore prostitute bitch because at least once you accepted a drink from someone and then fúcked."

     "Slut whore prostitute bitch are you!" Verger snapped.

     "No, I did the paying all the time that just makes me weak."

     "That's deep."

     That was a third voice, and Verger didn't even consider it before responding. "That's bullshít."

     Then he took a double take and narrowed his eyes, rounding the corner they reached.

     A really rad girl was leaning on the wall, her light blonde hair falling to her hips in stripes, some of which were black. She had a beige plaid shirt shoved in her grey skirt, at the waist of which a burgundy shoelace was tied, and a red and black striped tie at her neck. All of that was under a leather jacket, matching military boots on top of brown stockings.

     There was a cigarette in between two of her thin, black nailed fingers and a beer in her other hand, retreated from a six pack on the floor.

     "Hi." she said, her half closed eyes surrounded by raccoon makeup.

     "Hi." the two friends said at the same time, and Lorn continued. "What's up."

     "Just..." she shrugged, rolling her eyes. The makeup made her sclera look creepily bright. "Enjoying the sound of sweet love making." she scoffed. "Okay so I stopped believing in dry humping since eight grade, right, but you guys are bringing it back. That sounded fun."

     Verger grinned sheepishly while Lorn just gawked. With a big building that empty, it would be no wonder if they were heard even from outside.

     "You seem lonely, coulda joined." Verger said. That's how you make small talk in Viscount Street, really, you just suggest people sex and become friends.

     She laughed lazily. "I was actually supposed to meet my boyfriend here, right, but look how that went." she waved around. "Call me Pat or Patty, hey you guys wanna party?" she kicked the six pack.

     The two friends exchanged a glance. "Sure!" Lorn grinned, suddenly out of his shell now that alcohol came into equation.

     Pat handed them a beer each, then eyed their outfits with a raised thick eyebrow. "I like your guys' style, trashy, right."

     Verger chuckled. "You don't even know." he opened his can with a pop and tss before raising it towards Lorn.

     "Cheers, baby!"

     Lorn frowned and bumped their cans together.

Lorn you hump at being straight.

that was a good joke *pats herself on the back*

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