Delicious Peas

Delicious Peas

”Why are we doing this?” Thomas asked while turning left to the driveway in front of the peach coloured house, with small windows on both storeys. “Because my parents want to see you”, answers the boy on the passenger seat, with red roses on his lap, fingers twitching nervously around the paper. Because I don’t want to sleep on the couch for weeks, Thomas thinks and he looks at his companion again, with his eyebrows raised in a silent ‘Are you sure?’ Blaise, fixing his tie and straightening his sweater, looks at Thomas and gives him a look that says ‘You will sleep on the couch for the rest of your life if you mess this up’. Understanding, Thomas makes a last effort the scratch the dark coffee stain out of his jeans, just to show Blaise that he cares, and gets out of the car. He brushes his hand through his dark, messy hair and gives himself a lazy grin at the dark car window, admiring his good looks. Perfect. They’ll love me.

Thomas has been smiling since he walked in the door. He wants the mom and pop to like him, of course, but Blaise had been giving him the Evil Eye and pinching him every time he got the chance. For instance, when Thomas had laughed too loudly at pop’s joke about a blonde and golfing, Blaise had, subtly, dragged him into the kitchen and stabbed him with a fork, no less.
“So, Thomas, I hear you’re a med student?” the Mrs. asks and sips tea delicately from a small cup that could be mistaken for a child’s play thing. “Yes, I actually met Blaise in a hospital”, he answers and grins even wider, if possible. He notes dimly that he can’t feel his cheeks and that he may be plastered with this grin on his face for, God forbid, the rest of his life. The Mr. looks at him sharply, like he has done every single time Thomas mentions Blaise. “Blaise has told me he found you kissing a female nurse in the bathroom”, Mrs. continues and Thomas shrinks into the couch and glances at Blaise. Traitor.. “Err...” he says, “Ring-ring!” answers a bell from the kitchen. “FOOD”, Blaise says loudly, “is ready” he chokes out and runs into the kitchen.

Thomas stuffs food into his mouth and he notes that Blaise is doing the same, sitting opposite him. He smirks darkly at the piece of salad on his light brown hair, which Blaise was very protective of. Serves him right, Thomas thinks and stuffs more tomatoes into his mouth. There is an awkward silence in the kitchen, and the only noises are Thomas’ and Blaise’s food going obscenely into the endless void that is their mouth. “Mm” says Blaise. “Nnnum” agrees Thomas. “Oh, thank you” the Mrs. answers. Thomas can’t help but stare at Blaise, who is battling with the offending piece of salad, with peas dropping out of his mouth and his steak sauce flying all over the table. So cute, Thomas thinks. Maybe this trip isn’t such a bad idea.. But then, the Mrs. says “So, you two use condoms, don’t you?” And then peas fly everywhere, and Thomas coughs on the large piece of steak in his throat. “PEAS”, Blaise yells again. “THESE ARE DELICIOUS”. “Yum yum” croaks Thomas through the steak in his throat.

Blaise is laying on the bed facedown and Thomas thinks about checking his pulse, just to make sure he’s alive, but instead he says “That went well”. He thinks for a moment before adding, “Apart from the five boxes of condoms your mother gave us and the threat speech your father gave me”.
There is a grunt from the bed and Thomas smiles slyly. “Want to use them condoms?” he asks and idly thumbs Blaise’s back. “No” comes the seething answer. As if he hadn’t heard it, Thomas climbs on top of Blaise, straddling his waist, nuzzling his neck. As Blaise grunts in an ‘I’m not horny’ way, and as Thomas snakes a hand around his waist, their brains don’t have time to register the foot steps coming their way. The door creaks open and the Mrs. and Mr. barge in with plates of sandwiches in their hand “Time for an evening sna- - -oh my”, lets out the Mrs, dropping her plate of sandwiches.

As Thomas and Blaise trudge through the snow into the small apartment complex, neither say a word. After getting in, Blaise stomps off into the bedroom while Thomas fixes himself a pillow and a makeshift blanket on the couch.
Around midnight, Thomas wakes up to a small, cold hand sliding under his blanket and he smirks as he pulls the smaller figure with a box of condoms under the blanket.