Eleven Forty Seven
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Adult ++
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6
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6
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Chapter 2
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Eleven Forty Seven
Chapter 2
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Twenty minutes later we pulled up to Jason’s dealer, who is actually Jason’s, girlfriend’s, brother. Confusing, I know. Apparently he’s got some of the best H on the east side, and it’s never laced. Me and Kyle know who’s good, and who’s not. It’s important to keep on top of things like that. A bad dealer could get us sold out in fucking second, and that would be bad.
“I’ll be back in a second, kids. Don’t run too far.” He jumped out of the car and walked calmly up to the door. From where we sat we could see almost everything. We had Jason’s back through and through. No friend of ours is going to get busted for drugs, ever. Especially not him, the guy needs it.
Kyle shifted closer to me for a second, “You bring anything with you?” He asked. “I mean, I had some eX but I figured I’d save that for the rave next week, ya know.” That’s another thing me and Kyle did on a regular basis, raves, shows, clubs. We didn’t really have a ‘scene’ we drifted from one to the other, getting high, getting laid, having fun, and no one bugged us about it. We’ve never really had any problems.
“Uhh, I brought some weed. I don’t want to get to fucked up tonight, we may end up having to drive Jason home, and grabbing ourselves a cab.” That’s right, rich bitch faggot, Sabby, likes to play it safe sometimes. What a shocker.
Kyle threw me a knowing glance as Jason walked back out of the house, “He’s already pretty fucked eh?” He snickered. “Fuck, the guy really is perma-stoned.” It’s the truth, plain and simple. Our best friend is a twenty three year old fuck up. We love him for it. God knows life would be a lot less interesting if the guy wasn’t around.
Now, as for the question of ‘why would a twenty three year old H addict, hang with two gay seventeen year olds?’ Simple, the guy looks at us like brothers. He used to baby-sit us when we were ten. Odd? yes, but reasonable. He took care of us, made sure we didn’t fuck ourselves up to bad. When we were younger, he was our father figure. Even now, if I can’t talk to mom about something, the first guy I call is Jason. If the guy was gay I would fuck him in a second, and he knows it. I’d make fuckin sure he liked it too, one sided pleasure sucks.
Jason hopped back in the car and placed the bag he kept his needles in into the glove box. “Alright,” He said looking in the rear view mirror at me, “so now we go grab your drinks and we hit the party?” He asked, looking at Kyle, who was sitting in the front seat, for confirmation.
“Yeah, I think that’s about the just of it.” Kyle responded, looking at me for confirmation.
“Yep.” I nodded, “And put on some fucking music, man.” Riding in quiet cars has never failed to creep me out. If I’m in a car there had better be some damn good industrial shit blasting out of the speakers. I don’t do pop, rap, country shit either. It gives me a wicked head ache.
Jason just laughed and shook his head at my outburst, “Chill for thirty god-damned seconds, kid. What do you wanna hear?”
As if he really had to ask, “JoE.” I replied simply. Jesus on Extasy•, best German industrial out there. They are my hero’s, lyrics like pure liquid sex. Just hearing them makes me want to cream my pants. It wasn’t a second later their song ‘assassinate me’ started playing.
assassinate me like you did with JFK
assassinate me like you did with Johnny boy
assassinate me that’s the way to solve your problems
you cannot mute the voice in your head
NO
Like I said, pure liquid sex. anyone who disagrees gets their face bashed in.
“Shoulda known. Your obsession with them is gonna get you arrested some day.” Kyle laughed, but I know he feels the same way.
Unfortunately, Kyle is also right. I have a ‘unhealthy obsession’ if it were up to me, I’d be in Germany to see them at their next show. Mom has cut my allowance until their show is over, because I’m the type of kid who really would jump on a plane last minute and con my way into the show, ticket or not. Call it my charismatic personality. Well, maybe it’s more along the lines of my crazy stalker personality, either way, I fully plan on getting laid by them.
“Vodka?” Jason asked turning to me, It’s normal, I always get vodka.
“No, Mikes hard crisp apple.” I winked at him, “but thanks for remembering my favourite drink, maybe you could buy a bottle some time and come over for a game of twister?” It was a long shot, but hey, a boy can dream.
“Twister with you always ends up getting played on the kitchen counter. I’m not that flexible, love.” he smiled, playing my game for a few seconds, see, he’s great. Even lets me indulge in homoerotic fantasies in the back of his car while he goes to buy me booze. Wouldn’t you love him too?
In the front seat Kyle is throwing me one of the dirtiest looks, I know it’s because he’s jealous. “You are gonna get your ass kicked by his girlfriend one of these days, kid. And I’m gonna watch and laugh, and laugh; because you are so asking for it.” Okay, so it’s more of a mischievous look, sue me.
“Maybe,” I agree, whole heartedly I might add, His girlfriend is a fuckin ninja, and not the good kind either. “It’s not my fault he blatantly flaunts his perfect ass when he’s around us. Too damn hot for his own good.”
Have you ever looked at a real life mirror image of yourself? I do it every day, and right now Kyle has a smirk on his face and I know mine is exactly the same. It’s kind of frightening. At least I know for a fact Kyle wants to jump Jason as much as I do. I’m just more vocal about it; but the look in his eyes right now simply screams ‘I’m hot and bothered by Jason’. I love my brother.
“Sixteen mikes hard, four sour puss, and as a gift, Sabby, a micky of vodka.” I smiled, and winked at him again before grabbing the bags from his hand and placing them on the floor by my feet. “Don’t you dare think anything kinky, kid, or I’ll have to kick you out of the back seat.”
The last time I was drunk and alone back here I ended up jerking off to his singing. Did I mention Jason used to sing? He quit after that day. I still feel bad about it, kind of. It was a damn nice fantasy though. It really wasn’t even that fact that I was beating off that made him angry, it’s that I got the seat dirty. Please. As a teenager I think it’s my right.
“No dirty thoughts. Boy scouts honour.” I promised holding up three fingers and placing one hand over my heart. “I do feel pretty special getting a gift though.” I had to rub it in Kyle’s face ‘haha I got a gift, loser!’
“I got Kyle something too, You just don’t get to see it.” Jason replied as he handed Kyle a small brown bag. “He does not, Ever get to see that.” He repeated before Kyle had chance to grab the bag. “and I fucking mean it.” Jason’s scary when he’s mad, we both know it.
“For sure man. No Sabby eyes or fingers on this bag or whatever’s in it.” Okay, so now I’m curious, but I don’t think I’m curious enough to risk Jason getting mad at me. Oh life is hard. Kyle grabs the bag and shoves it into one of his pants pockets.
Jason smiles and starts the car again, “Good boy.”
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AN: Jesus on Extasy do not belong to me. They truly are a godly industrial band though! check out their web page! Also - Seb’s thoughts, are not my thoughts. I am not stalking JoE across Germany :P however, I do think their lyrics are pure liquid sex - give them a listen.
•Jesus on Extasy - http://www.jesusonextasy.com
CaFFy - I am soo hoping that was a good 'hmmm' lol
Please enjoy
Chapter 2
♂♂
Twenty minutes later we pulled up to Jason’s dealer, who is actually Jason’s, girlfriend’s, brother. Confusing, I know. Apparently he’s got some of the best H on the east side, and it’s never laced. Me and Kyle know who’s good, and who’s not. It’s important to keep on top of things like that. A bad dealer could get us sold out in fucking second, and that would be bad.
“I’ll be back in a second, kids. Don’t run too far.” He jumped out of the car and walked calmly up to the door. From where we sat we could see almost everything. We had Jason’s back through and through. No friend of ours is going to get busted for drugs, ever. Especially not him, the guy needs it.
Kyle shifted closer to me for a second, “You bring anything with you?” He asked. “I mean, I had some eX but I figured I’d save that for the rave next week, ya know.” That’s another thing me and Kyle did on a regular basis, raves, shows, clubs. We didn’t really have a ‘scene’ we drifted from one to the other, getting high, getting laid, having fun, and no one bugged us about it. We’ve never really had any problems.
“Uhh, I brought some weed. I don’t want to get to fucked up tonight, we may end up having to drive Jason home, and grabbing ourselves a cab.” That’s right, rich bitch faggot, Sabby, likes to play it safe sometimes. What a shocker.
Kyle threw me a knowing glance as Jason walked back out of the house, “He’s already pretty fucked eh?” He snickered. “Fuck, the guy really is perma-stoned.” It’s the truth, plain and simple. Our best friend is a twenty three year old fuck up. We love him for it. God knows life would be a lot less interesting if the guy wasn’t around.
Now, as for the question of ‘why would a twenty three year old H addict, hang with two gay seventeen year olds?’ Simple, the guy looks at us like brothers. He used to baby-sit us when we were ten. Odd? yes, but reasonable. He took care of us, made sure we didn’t fuck ourselves up to bad. When we were younger, he was our father figure. Even now, if I can’t talk to mom about something, the first guy I call is Jason. If the guy was gay I would fuck him in a second, and he knows it. I’d make fuckin sure he liked it too, one sided pleasure sucks.
Jason hopped back in the car and placed the bag he kept his needles in into the glove box. “Alright,” He said looking in the rear view mirror at me, “so now we go grab your drinks and we hit the party?” He asked, looking at Kyle, who was sitting in the front seat, for confirmation.
“Yeah, I think that’s about the just of it.” Kyle responded, looking at me for confirmation.
“Yep.” I nodded, “And put on some fucking music, man.” Riding in quiet cars has never failed to creep me out. If I’m in a car there had better be some damn good industrial shit blasting out of the speakers. I don’t do pop, rap, country shit either. It gives me a wicked head ache.
Jason just laughed and shook his head at my outburst, “Chill for thirty god-damned seconds, kid. What do you wanna hear?”
As if he really had to ask, “JoE.” I replied simply. Jesus on Extasy•, best German industrial out there. They are my hero’s, lyrics like pure liquid sex. Just hearing them makes me want to cream my pants. It wasn’t a second later their song ‘assassinate me’ started playing.
assassinate me like you did with JFK
assassinate me like you did with Johnny boy
assassinate me that’s the way to solve your problems
you cannot mute the voice in your head
NO
Like I said, pure liquid sex. anyone who disagrees gets their face bashed in.
“Shoulda known. Your obsession with them is gonna get you arrested some day.” Kyle laughed, but I know he feels the same way.
Unfortunately, Kyle is also right. I have a ‘unhealthy obsession’ if it were up to me, I’d be in Germany to see them at their next show. Mom has cut my allowance until their show is over, because I’m the type of kid who really would jump on a plane last minute and con my way into the show, ticket or not. Call it my charismatic personality. Well, maybe it’s more along the lines of my crazy stalker personality, either way, I fully plan on getting laid by them.
“Vodka?” Jason asked turning to me, It’s normal, I always get vodka.
“No, Mikes hard crisp apple.” I winked at him, “but thanks for remembering my favourite drink, maybe you could buy a bottle some time and come over for a game of twister?” It was a long shot, but hey, a boy can dream.
“Twister with you always ends up getting played on the kitchen counter. I’m not that flexible, love.” he smiled, playing my game for a few seconds, see, he’s great. Even lets me indulge in homoerotic fantasies in the back of his car while he goes to buy me booze. Wouldn’t you love him too?
In the front seat Kyle is throwing me one of the dirtiest looks, I know it’s because he’s jealous. “You are gonna get your ass kicked by his girlfriend one of these days, kid. And I’m gonna watch and laugh, and laugh; because you are so asking for it.” Okay, so it’s more of a mischievous look, sue me.
“Maybe,” I agree, whole heartedly I might add, His girlfriend is a fuckin ninja, and not the good kind either. “It’s not my fault he blatantly flaunts his perfect ass when he’s around us. Too damn hot for his own good.”
Have you ever looked at a real life mirror image of yourself? I do it every day, and right now Kyle has a smirk on his face and I know mine is exactly the same. It’s kind of frightening. At least I know for a fact Kyle wants to jump Jason as much as I do. I’m just more vocal about it; but the look in his eyes right now simply screams ‘I’m hot and bothered by Jason’. I love my brother.
“Sixteen mikes hard, four sour puss, and as a gift, Sabby, a micky of vodka.” I smiled, and winked at him again before grabbing the bags from his hand and placing them on the floor by my feet. “Don’t you dare think anything kinky, kid, or I’ll have to kick you out of the back seat.”
The last time I was drunk and alone back here I ended up jerking off to his singing. Did I mention Jason used to sing? He quit after that day. I still feel bad about it, kind of. It was a damn nice fantasy though. It really wasn’t even that fact that I was beating off that made him angry, it’s that I got the seat dirty. Please. As a teenager I think it’s my right.
“No dirty thoughts. Boy scouts honour.” I promised holding up three fingers and placing one hand over my heart. “I do feel pretty special getting a gift though.” I had to rub it in Kyle’s face ‘haha I got a gift, loser!’
“I got Kyle something too, You just don’t get to see it.” Jason replied as he handed Kyle a small brown bag. “He does not, Ever get to see that.” He repeated before Kyle had chance to grab the bag. “and I fucking mean it.” Jason’s scary when he’s mad, we both know it.
“For sure man. No Sabby eyes or fingers on this bag or whatever’s in it.” Okay, so now I’m curious, but I don’t think I’m curious enough to risk Jason getting mad at me. Oh life is hard. Kyle grabs the bag and shoves it into one of his pants pockets.
Jason smiles and starts the car again, “Good boy.”
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AN: Jesus on Extasy do not belong to me. They truly are a godly industrial band though! check out their web page! Also - Seb’s thoughts, are not my thoughts. I am not stalking JoE across Germany :P however, I do think their lyrics are pure liquid sex - give them a listen.
•Jesus on Extasy - http://www.jesusonextasy.com
CaFFy - I am soo hoping that was a good 'hmmm' lol