Brit Valentine

Twitch\'s pov.



"Brit, you haven\'t been eating." Kevin, the tattoo artist, noticed as he carefully placed the stencil over Brit\'s hip and up his back.



"Eating is for ugly people." Half the time Brit spoke, he wasn\'t being serious. The only problem with that is that not everyone can tell the difference.



"Twitch, make him eat! Brit this tattoo is going to look a little weird until you put on some more weight."



"You know just as well as I do that no one can make Brit do anything." I sat there calmly on a stool next to the tattooing table.



"Damn fucking straight, if I don\'t want to eat, I\'m not going to. Simple as that." Brit didn\'t flinch when the needle met his skin.



"This will probably hurt a whole hell of a lot seeing as how you\'re all bone." Kevin spoke slowly because he wasn\'t paying attention to what he was saying.



"Not as much as sex for the first time." Brit was looking at his nails. He had been chewing on them more than usual. He went to bite another one.



"Brit, don\'t do that." I told him as I picked up a book and began reading.



"Twitch, read to me!"



"You wouldn\'t like this book." I never took my eyes away from the book.



"What\'s it about?"



"This girl."



"Ew. Why are you reading about girls?"



"Unlike you, Brit, I happen to love and worship females. Speaking of, Hayden wants to meet you. She thinks you\'re a porcelain doll."



"I am, duh." Brit rolled his eyes at the thought of meeting my new girlfriend.



"No, Brit, I actually like this one. I think you will too. She hates girls almost as much as you do."



"No one hates girls as much as I do. Have you seen her vag? Look at it, and try to tell me that it\'s not disgusting."



"Brit, stop talking about sex organs." Kevin wiped off some ink and told Brit to turn around so he could work on the part that goes up his back.



"What exactly is your tattoo Brit?" The only time I looked up was when Brit asked me about Hayden\'s vag.



"A bunch of spiders crawling around my hip and up my back to my heart. Even though Kevin\'s fucking married with a kid, I think you\'re the best person for the job."



"What about Jefree Star?" I asked as I went back to reading.



"He was really boring."



"Huh? You\'ve met him?"



"And fucked him. He can\'t handle any of the good positions. So he goes into the girl category."



The front door of the tattoo shop opened and another employee walked in.



"I know, I know, I\'m late. So sue me." He spoke as he set a steaknshake cup down and walked to the tattoo bed. He examined the tattoo in and out. Brit thought he was cute. He wasn\'t pale but he wasn\'t tan; tattoo\'s almost everywhere except his face; really tall; green eyes; long blonde hair; Fallen skate shoes; dirty pair of straight leg blue jeans; and a plain white t-shirt with a whole in the sleeve. He was filthy, white trash compared to Brit\'s former lovers, but something about him turned Brit on. Maybe it was the snake and spider bites on his bottom lip, the double nose rings, and a monroe, Brit wasn\'t sure, but he wanted him. "It\'s a work in progress." He said as he walked away to the back. Brit was suddenly appalled.



When he came back, he pulled up a rolling chair and watched.



"See, he wants it to curve around his body, from his hip up around his shoulder. So I just drew it onto his body. Oh, Brit, this is Jayce. Jayce, Brit."



"Hey dude, what\'s up?"



"Pft."



"Be nice." I scolded Brit. As the only person that was consistently living with Brit, and as his older step-brother I felt like he was my duty.



"I can handle babies." Jayce insulted Brit yet again.



A customer walked in. "Kevin, I\'m really sorry, but I have a dilemma."



Kevin stopped and looked up. "Ok, Jayce take over while I talk to them. He wants spider\'s crawling across his body to a spiderweb over his heart. Follow my freehand as close as you can."



"Hey whoa, I don\'t want him."



"Brit, it\'s just for a few minutes."



"Don\'t worry, I\'ll take care of you." Jayce spoke as touched Brit\'s back where the sharpie outline was. Even though he insulted Brit like no other, his touch gave Brit chills. Brit sent me a look that he wished this guy would go away.



"So Jayce, how long have you been tattooing? I\'ve never seen you here before." I asked politely.



"Since I was 17. My Dad ran a tattoo shop so I got a head start. Kevin and him were friends so he said I would have a spot if I would just move out here. So I\'m working and going to college now."



"How old are you?"



"I just turned 19... Doesn\'t this hurt?" he was tattooing on and extremely close to Brit\'s spine by now.



"No. Twitch, read to me or something. I\'m getting bored." Brit was whining like a bitch because Jayce was his anti-type. The one he wouldn\'t be caught dead with in public, but his favorite fuck buddy.



"You really wouldn\'t like it. There\'s more girls in it now."



"Then go get a good book without any girls in it!"



"You know, I\'m bored too. I\'ll call Hayden and tell her to come keep me company."



"You\'re such an asshole. Why are you even here?"



"You can\'t drive, remember?"



"Fucking leave, I know someone who lives around here."



"Brit, what\'s going on?" Kevin finally got done talking to the customer, who was sitting down instead of leaving.



"I hate my company. Jayce is rude and Twitch is an asshole. Come tattoo me."



"I can\'t, that client is going out of town for a long time and needs me to finish her tattoo before she leaves. That means today."



"Kevin...of all people, you were the last one I thought would cheat on me."



"I\'m sorry, I really am. Jayce is doing a good job. If you could see it, you would like it."



I got up and left. Fuck Brit.



----------------------- END POV\'s.



"I need you to sit up and face me." Brit sat up and turned around. "I\'m rude, huh?"



Brit just looked at him. All he could think about was how much he wanted Jayce to shut up and fuck him. He wasn\'t even listening to what Jayce was saying. When Jayce started tattooing again, Brit\'s concentration left him.



"You like girls, don\'t you?" Brit asked noticing his wardrobe. Gay guys didn\'t dress like this.



"I don\'t like anyone."



"Oh, perfect. I don\'t either." Brit reached out and slid his fingers just slightly under Jayce\'s shirt.



"Please stop moving." Jayce stopped without moving the needle too far away from Brit\'s skin and looked at him.



Brit looked back, "I deeply apologize." Brit brought his hand back and waited for Jayce to continue.



Jayce finished in another 30 minutes and when Brit looked at it in the mirror is when Jayce noticed how skinny he was. When he moved his torso you could see almost all his ribs, his hip bones always, and a few abs. He had big hips to begin with, but they stuck out a lot. Jayce stood behind him and touched the spiders on his hips while looking at them in the mirror.



"Wow...that\'s impressive." Jayce studied the tattoo.



"What?"



"It\'s hard to get it to look normal with hips like yours."



Brit barely grabbed his hand and slid it under his pants waistband. Jayce pulled his hand away and walked back to the station.



"Let me get you cleaned up and I\'ll feed you."



"I want sausage." Brit spoke softly but it stunned Jayce as if he had spoken normally. Jayce looked at Brit who slowly unzipped his pants and pulled them down so Jayce could put on the bandage over the tattoo.



"Olive Garden doesn\'t sell that kind of sausage."



"Olive Garden is cheap, and yes they do."



"Well I want Olive Garden and you need food so that\'s where we\'re going."