His motto was that love was for the weak minded. If he was in a particularly foul mood, he might revise that to love is for fucking morons.
Maverick Dylan wasn't always the man he was today. His past had changed him, and not in a good way. He’d been to jail three times in the short pan of his 21 years. He lost both his parents when he was only 15, and that’s when the whole shit started going downhill. He started drinking, doing drugs and got into a lot of trouble.
Maverick threw open the door to his house. The jet black hair that hung loosely over his head, just barely down to his shoulders, with red highlights, and his eyes were in a shade of deep emerald. His glove-clad hand grazed over his pierced right ear as he brushed his hair away from his face and he tore the black hoodie off his body and tossed it onto a coat peg. The tight shirt hugged his body tightly as he bent down and unlaced the black boots and the various necklaces he was wearing thudded against his chest as he rose and the chains on his trashy jeans clinked nicely as he headed further into the apartment, wearing his usual shit eating grin.
He considered himself the 'leader' of a small group of consisting of himself and three friends. They weren't a criminal gang; Maverick was the only one of them to have gotten himself thrown in jail before. One thing they all had in common though was sex.
“Hey, I’m back and I got the beer!” He called, tossing the case on the table. David and Jebbifer sat at the table playing cards. David was your average punk with attitude problems. He was gay, but didn’t take shit from anyone. Jennifer on the other hand was straight. She was a tomboy through and through. She wore boy’s clothing and shoes. The only thing feminine about her was the long, dark brown hair that reached all the way down her waist.
“It’s about time man! What took you so long?” David complained, reaching for a beer. Maverick punched him on the arm and with a grin, snapped “you’re lucky you got it at all! You gave me a piss poor blow job yesterday, idiot.”
“Hey, I was fucking drunk!” David retorted, rubbing his arm and sipping his beer. Jennifer laughed.
“That’s your excuse for everything!” She answered, throwing down her cards. “Royal Flush! Pay up!”
“Aw, you fucking bitch!” David complained, tossing her a twenty.
“I didn’t hear you complaining Jenn.” Maverick said with a grin, dropping into the chair beside her. She snorted.
“Of course not! It was fucking hot, watching David choke on your cock!”
“Dude. Shut. Up.” David spat, chugging his beer. Maverick and Jennifer laughed.
“No, you shut up! You liked it anyway, fag.” Maverick answered, a grin on his face.
“Hey, hey! Watch your fucking language!” David snapped, grinning. “But yeah, you’re right. I’m a fag, and proud of it! Pull your dick out, faggot.”
Jennifer sat up straight, and pulled out her camera phone.
“Oh fuck yes. I’m capturing this shit!” She sneered, as Maverick grinned, unzipping his pants.
“Suck it fag.”
David dove onto Maverick’s hard cock, taking it into his mouth, moving his head up and down.
“Yeah! Work it boy! Woohoo! This is some seriously hot shit!” Jennifer cheered, capturing it with her camera.
“Hey Maverick?! You back yet you ass fag?” Came another guy’s voice. From out of the kitchen came a blonde guy with brown eyes, dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, with a red flannel short sleeve over shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. He was bisexual, like Maverick, though more into girls than guys.
“Aw Jesus Christ! Take it to a bedroom or something!”
“Shut up Danny, you fucking like it!” Jen snapped.
“No, not really. David is a loser and Maverick is-“
“Too rough in bed for ya!” Maverick grunted, grinning at the blonde as he ran his hand through David's hair. Danny grimaced and blushed.
“Dude, shut the fuck up.” He said flatly, plopping down on the couch, crossing his arms. Maverick grunted, hips snapping up as he came into David’s mouth. David moved away, wiping his mouth as Maverick zipped back up.
“Aw fuck. Much better.” Maverick said with a grin.
“That’s two blow jobs now, you owe me a fuck.” David said with a smirk.
“Fuck off, you call that thing you did yesterday a blow job?” Jennifer laughed, pocketing her camera.
“You two should get married, really. You’re perfect for each other.” Jennifer teased, flashing Maverick a grin.
“Pfft, you must be joking. Love is for-“
“-the weak minded. Yeah yeah. Says the guy who was-“
Maverick slammed the table. “Shut. Up.”
Jennifer raised her hands in the air. “Fine, relax.”
Maverick grinned devilishly, fisting her hair.
“How ‘bout I fuck you raw tonight, eh?” Jennifer punched him in the stomach.
“Pass. My boyfriend is good enough for me. You might be good in bed, but I don’t cheat.
“Pfft, he’s probably cheating on you.”
Jen just wave her hand, completely dismissing him.
“Danny!” Maverick called, grinning.
“No, fuck off, you bit me last time you ass.” Danny snapped, giving Maverick the finger.
“Fuck, I’m so god damn horny!”
“Maverick-“ David began.
“No, you’re into that sick BDSM shit. My fucking balls are terrified of you.
“Hey, I can have normal, non-painful sex!” David said defensively.
“No you can’t.” Jennifer, Danny, and Maverick all said at once. David huffed, sitting back in his chair.
“Fuck you guys.”
"I’m gonna go grab a whore. I’m getting laid tonight god damnit.” Maverick said with a grin, making his way out the door.
“Why, I’m cheaper!” David called, as Maverick went out the door. He grinned as he looked back to his friends he just stared at him.
“What?”
* * * * * *
Maverick walked down the street, heading for nowhere. He could have taken his car, but he didn’t feel like it. No, he was prowling, looking for trouble. It was times like now was the most prone to trouble. When he was bored, horny and restless.
Maverick grinned, glancing down an ally and catching a glimpse his ex-friend, Lucas. Lucas ratted him out a year back for assault to save his own ass. The two of them had beaten the living shit out of a guy named Marcus François for ambushing Danny, even putting him in the hospital. Marcus had gotten away with it claiming that he was innocent and that Maverick and Lucas had attacked him at random.
Lucas had gotten scared when the police placed the blame on Maverick, none other but the guy who'd made sure he'd had a roof over his motherfucking head for the last year, and as a result he got off scott free while Maverick served six months in prison.
“Shut up and give me the pot! Stop fidgeting! No one’s watching.” Lucas snapped while shoved the younger blond in front of him. He snatched the bag out of the guy's hand and stuffed it in his pocket. He pulled up his jeans a bit, and turned to leave until he noticed Maverick.
“M-Maverick!” he stammered, backing off a little and the guy behind him didn’t think twice before he took off, not sending a single glance backwards.
“Long time no see, chicken shit!”
“M-Maverick, c’mon man! You’re not still angry about-“
“How you ratted me out like a fucking coward?” Maverick asked, in the nicest tone possible. Lucas swallowed hard.
“I see you’re…still pissed.”
“No, Lucas. I just stopped by to see how my good friend was doing.” He said with false sincerity. Lucas’ eyes widened.
“No, Maverick, please!” Lucas pleaded. Maverick fisted his hair wrenching it forward, earning himself a pained cry.
“Maverick! Please! For the love of god! Please!” Lucas pleaded.
“Please what, Lucas? Please let me suck your dick?!”
“N-n-no! Maverick, oh god, please just let me go!” Lucas begged, tears in his eyes. Maverick just rolled his eyes, content to punch him in the stomach and kick him onto the ground.
“You’re too pathetic. Get the fuck out of here, you fucking pussy.”
Lucas didn't waste any time in getting up, nervously shuffling his feet as he stammered out a 'thank you' and ran like hell away from there.
“Tch, there goes my free blow job.” He said flatly before he continued down the street towards his favorite club. It was the only club in the state that ‘swung both ways’ so to speak. He was getting his excitement back but his fun was over already before it started.
A cop car came around, stopping him, and of course the cop on duty just had to be the same officer he loathed.
Andrew Jackson was a tall black man who was, as his colleagues put it, too nice for his own good. He’d been lenient on Maverick many times, even when he didn’t deserve it. In his opinion Maverick was a good kid, just troubled and he figured that by showing him some leniency, some kindness, he'd eventually help turn the kid around. Of course, his colleagues laughed at this and even he was starting to doubt the hope he'd put in the lad.
“Good afternoon officer. What can I do for you?” Maverick asked in mock courtesy.
“Cut the crap Maverick. Did you beat up Lucas Taylor earlier?”
“No officer, I didn't.”
“Well, Lucas says otherwise, and he’s got a couple bruises to back him up.”
Maverick growled in annoyance. “Ok so I ruffed him up a little. C’mon officer, clap me in irons.”
“Look, kid, I don’t like Lucas either, so I’m letting you off with a warning. Just don’t tell anyone, got it?” Andrew said with a sigh and Maverick grinned. He knew that Jackson thought he was doing him a favor in acting all nice, but in truth he was sure that deep inside the man knew just as well how fucked he really was.
“You got it.”
