What a Pain
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,435
Reviews:
107
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Chapter Four
Sorry if this chapter's boring, I wanted to set the tone a bit. Ohh Cake or Death belongs to the King with Queen like tendencies, Eddie Izzard.
Please let me know what you think =)
R x
Chapter Four
I woke up to a cold bed, the sheets smelling of sweat and sex, my dried semen itchy on my skin. Ugh, gross- note to self: shower after amazingly hot sweaty sex. Speaking of- my apartment was quiet.
I sat up and looked around my room. The sunlight filtered through my cream blinds, cutting the light wooden flooring into shadowed sections. There was only one set of clothing on the floor, which was never a good sign. I glanced at the clock on my bed side table, the red numbers flashed at me mockingly: 2:30 pm.
I crawled out of bed and pulled on my discarded boxers from the night before, the throbbing behind my eyes intensifying slightly. I padded my way across the small hallway to the bathroom and took care of some pressing needs. Rummaging through the medicine cabinet on the wall I took out some Anadin and popped a couple of the pain relieving pills. I jumped into the fairly large shower stand, turned the shower on and yelped as the first sprinkles of cold water touched me. I pushed the shower head away from my body and waited for it to warm up, well y’know what they say... .’Bad things always come in threes.’
I soaped up and washed my hair. When satisfied I was clean enough I got out and dried myself off. I wandered back into my bedroom and pulled out a clean pair of boxers, jeans and a plain red T-shirt from the chest of draws opposite my bed. I walked out of my bedroom, towel drying my hair as I went and moseyed into the main area of the apartment.
The kitchenette was to my left, a small wooden table situated just before you entered it. Painted in a cream colour, it gave the whole room an airy feel - thank you Isobel. Isobel is my sister; she’s 29 and has two snotty nosed kids. I’m not a big fan; don’t get me wrong- I love them. Just when they’re about ten metres away and have been hosed down before they come near me, ugh just thinking about their grubby hands gives me the shivers. She’s also an interior designer and when I bought my apartment she was practically itching to get her hands on it. Suffice to say, I have a pretty cool apartment.
I was still looking for signs of Awan, but none showed. Hmm one night stands eh? I’m used to them, but then why this time did I feel a little hollow? I mean I guessed it would probably be a one nighter, but maybe I hoped it would be something more.
I shuffled into the kitchen and set about make the elixir of life. Within minutes the mouth watering aroma of coffee filtered through the apartment. I grabbed the mug and took the sugar container with me. I plonked myself onto my plush chocolate coloured sofa and dumped about four teaspoons of sugar into my coffee. I wallowed in my self pity...Well not wallowed per say...More sat under a dark cloud.
Eventually the phone’s shrill tone broke through my pity cloud and reminded me of the headache I had. I groaned. I put my empty coffee mug on the light wooden coffee table in front of the sofa and got up to answer the phone.
“Y’ello?” I said into the mouth piece.
“¡José! Mi hermano, ¿Qué tal?” Yep, there was that damn third bad thing.
“Hey, Bel. I’m fine thanks.” There’s gonna be a catch, she never calls just to inquire as to my state of mind.
“So, I was thinking. You and Tony haven’t been over in a while. Sarah and Mike miss you. Fancy coming over for dinner soon?” And there’s that catch. I love my sister, really I do, but when she sets her mind on something – that’s it. She and Tony are the worst conspirers ever. I’m sure if we went over he would tell her about Awan and then it’s all downhill from there.
“Um..We’re kinda busy for a while, Bel. I’ve got a project re-starting on Monday, you know how it gets,” Yeah frigging five hours sleep a week- I’m so not looking forward to it.
I heard her sigh down the phone “Ok, Jos. Just make sure to eat properly and don’t forget to call when you’re free, yeah?”
“Yes, mum. Love you!” She giggled.
“Love you too, take care!”
I placed the phone back in the cradle and went to fix myself some food. Half way through making myself a cheese and pickle sandwich the door bell went. Fuck sake, can’t a guy get a break? Maybe it was Awan coming back? A tiny flicker of hope swelled in the base of my stomach.
I slammed the knife down onto the chopping board with enough force for it to jump a bit, almost cutting my hand. I stomped over to the door and stood staring at it for a moment. If it was Awan, would there be that stupid awkward silence that I loathe or would it be different?
The knocking started again. Ok, breathe in, breathe out. I am a leaf on the wind. Taking another deep breath I pulled the door open. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my throat. I took one look at who it was and dispelled the breath in a loud woosh. Fucking Tony.
“You asshole, I thought you were someone else!” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his lips.
“Oh really?” he drawled, mischief practically dancing around him. “I bet I can tell who that was?..Begin with A and end in Wan?” I glowered at him as he pranced his way into the apartment. Actually more stomped in a manly way, Tony doesn’t prance.
“Fuck you,” I said as I shut the door. He’d sat himself at the kitchen table, legs propped up on one of the chairs. I wandered back into the kitchen to finish making my sandwich.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” he asked with an air of casualty. I fought down the urge to shove the knife I was holding somewhere where the sun doesn’t shine and smiled.
“Why yes I did Tony. How was your night?” Hah! The question’s on you now buddy. I hate it when he grills me for information on my nightly conquests. Especially when I’m smarting over Awan.
“No way José, you don’t get to turn it around on me. Now spill” I gave him a death glare and squeezed the handle of the knife. It was getting too tempting. I took a deep calming breath and managed to say through gritted teeth:
“Cake or Death?” He looked at me like I’d grown another head. I smiled sweetly and repeated it.
“What?” he asked, still looking at me like I’d lost it.
“Cake or Death?” I strung out the words as if I were talking to a child.
“I think you took something last night babe. What’s up with you?” He fiddled with the salt and pepper shakers in the middle of the light wooden table.
“You say that again and I’m gonna poke you with something sharp and pointy until you beg for mercy and you’re covered in holes.” He smirked.
“Say what Jos?” Ok, I’m gonna hit him. Really hard.
“You fucking jerk you know what!”
I lunged at him.
Reviews-
KD- Your smut metabolism must be really high, I don't know how you do it haha but I bow down to you anyway =)
Kryst Sutures- Are you Psychic? I predict stormy relationships in the future...and yeah condoms are good =P
Please let me know what you think =)
R x
Chapter Four
I woke up to a cold bed, the sheets smelling of sweat and sex, my dried semen itchy on my skin. Ugh, gross- note to self: shower after amazingly hot sweaty sex. Speaking of- my apartment was quiet.
I sat up and looked around my room. The sunlight filtered through my cream blinds, cutting the light wooden flooring into shadowed sections. There was only one set of clothing on the floor, which was never a good sign. I glanced at the clock on my bed side table, the red numbers flashed at me mockingly: 2:30 pm.
I crawled out of bed and pulled on my discarded boxers from the night before, the throbbing behind my eyes intensifying slightly. I padded my way across the small hallway to the bathroom and took care of some pressing needs. Rummaging through the medicine cabinet on the wall I took out some Anadin and popped a couple of the pain relieving pills. I jumped into the fairly large shower stand, turned the shower on and yelped as the first sprinkles of cold water touched me. I pushed the shower head away from my body and waited for it to warm up, well y’know what they say... .’Bad things always come in threes.’
I soaped up and washed my hair. When satisfied I was clean enough I got out and dried myself off. I wandered back into my bedroom and pulled out a clean pair of boxers, jeans and a plain red T-shirt from the chest of draws opposite my bed. I walked out of my bedroom, towel drying my hair as I went and moseyed into the main area of the apartment.
The kitchenette was to my left, a small wooden table situated just before you entered it. Painted in a cream colour, it gave the whole room an airy feel - thank you Isobel. Isobel is my sister; she’s 29 and has two snotty nosed kids. I’m not a big fan; don’t get me wrong- I love them. Just when they’re about ten metres away and have been hosed down before they come near me, ugh just thinking about their grubby hands gives me the shivers. She’s also an interior designer and when I bought my apartment she was practically itching to get her hands on it. Suffice to say, I have a pretty cool apartment.
I was still looking for signs of Awan, but none showed. Hmm one night stands eh? I’m used to them, but then why this time did I feel a little hollow? I mean I guessed it would probably be a one nighter, but maybe I hoped it would be something more.
I shuffled into the kitchen and set about make the elixir of life. Within minutes the mouth watering aroma of coffee filtered through the apartment. I grabbed the mug and took the sugar container with me. I plonked myself onto my plush chocolate coloured sofa and dumped about four teaspoons of sugar into my coffee. I wallowed in my self pity...Well not wallowed per say...More sat under a dark cloud.
Eventually the phone’s shrill tone broke through my pity cloud and reminded me of the headache I had. I groaned. I put my empty coffee mug on the light wooden coffee table in front of the sofa and got up to answer the phone.
“Y’ello?” I said into the mouth piece.
“¡José! Mi hermano, ¿Qué tal?” Yep, there was that damn third bad thing.
“Hey, Bel. I’m fine thanks.” There’s gonna be a catch, she never calls just to inquire as to my state of mind.
“So, I was thinking. You and Tony haven’t been over in a while. Sarah and Mike miss you. Fancy coming over for dinner soon?” And there’s that catch. I love my sister, really I do, but when she sets her mind on something – that’s it. She and Tony are the worst conspirers ever. I’m sure if we went over he would tell her about Awan and then it’s all downhill from there.
“Um..We’re kinda busy for a while, Bel. I’ve got a project re-starting on Monday, you know how it gets,” Yeah frigging five hours sleep a week- I’m so not looking forward to it.
I heard her sigh down the phone “Ok, Jos. Just make sure to eat properly and don’t forget to call when you’re free, yeah?”
“Yes, mum. Love you!” She giggled.
“Love you too, take care!”
I placed the phone back in the cradle and went to fix myself some food. Half way through making myself a cheese and pickle sandwich the door bell went. Fuck sake, can’t a guy get a break? Maybe it was Awan coming back? A tiny flicker of hope swelled in the base of my stomach.
I slammed the knife down onto the chopping board with enough force for it to jump a bit, almost cutting my hand. I stomped over to the door and stood staring at it for a moment. If it was Awan, would there be that stupid awkward silence that I loathe or would it be different?
The knocking started again. Ok, breathe in, breathe out. I am a leaf on the wind. Taking another deep breath I pulled the door open. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my throat. I took one look at who it was and dispelled the breath in a loud woosh. Fucking Tony.
“You asshole, I thought you were someone else!” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on his lips.
“Oh really?” he drawled, mischief practically dancing around him. “I bet I can tell who that was?..Begin with A and end in Wan?” I glowered at him as he pranced his way into the apartment. Actually more stomped in a manly way, Tony doesn’t prance.
“Fuck you,” I said as I shut the door. He’d sat himself at the kitchen table, legs propped up on one of the chairs. I wandered back into the kitchen to finish making my sandwich.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” he asked with an air of casualty. I fought down the urge to shove the knife I was holding somewhere where the sun doesn’t shine and smiled.
“Why yes I did Tony. How was your night?” Hah! The question’s on you now buddy. I hate it when he grills me for information on my nightly conquests. Especially when I’m smarting over Awan.
“No way José, you don’t get to turn it around on me. Now spill” I gave him a death glare and squeezed the handle of the knife. It was getting too tempting. I took a deep calming breath and managed to say through gritted teeth:
“Cake or Death?” He looked at me like I’d grown another head. I smiled sweetly and repeated it.
“What?” he asked, still looking at me like I’d lost it.
“Cake or Death?” I strung out the words as if I were talking to a child.
“I think you took something last night babe. What’s up with you?” He fiddled with the salt and pepper shakers in the middle of the light wooden table.
“You say that again and I’m gonna poke you with something sharp and pointy until you beg for mercy and you’re covered in holes.” He smirked.
“Say what Jos?” Ok, I’m gonna hit him. Really hard.
“You fucking jerk you know what!”
I lunged at him.
Reviews-
KD- Your smut metabolism must be really high, I don't know how you do it haha but I bow down to you anyway =)
Kryst Sutures- Are you Psychic? I predict stormy relationships in the future...and yeah condoms are good =P