bad boys do it better. (pico x keith)

smudged lipstick and cigarette smoke

Pico's POV

"You've gotta be kidding me, right? This place is a mess."

I spoke, my expression turning from amused to deadpan. It was confusing. How was someone so modern and normal looking so interested in my apartment. It wasn't even that well decorated. A few plants here and there, some posters, some more guns, and a bass guitar.
Keith immediately spotted my bass and ran over to it, his eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store.

"Woah! This.... this is so cool! You play the bass!?"

He exclaimed, going to touch it. I grabbed him, not thinking about what would happen if I did. Our fingers intertwined and I yanked him back, his backside now flush with my front and chest. His face erupted in red, and I'd be lying if mine didn't too.

"Yes, I do play the bass. But don't touch my stuff. Its expensive."

I responded, letting go and averting my eyes. Man what I would have done in that moment to spin him around and kiss him right then and there.

My eyes wandered to the clock on my oven. It was already about 5:30.

"Do you want something to eat? I've got toast and tater tots... its not much but its something I guess.."

I mumbled. Keith nodded, nervously sitting down on my couch and beginning to flip through the channels on the TV. I fished around in my very full-of-coke (the soda, not the drug) fridge, pulling out the box of tater tots and putting some on a tray into the oven. I stuck some toast in the toaster and got plates out of a nearby cabinet, calmly waiting for them to finish.

"Do you have a home, bud?"

I asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked like he was doing pretty well, so I assumed he had one of some kind. Or maybe I was wrong. You never know around here.

He nodded, glancing back at me.

"I do. My girlfriend and I got into a huge fight though and I don't really wanna deal with her right now.. she gets kinda unreasonable after we argue."

I frowned. Couple fights were always the thing that deterred me from commitment. I was kinda like a fuck and go kinda guy. No phone numbers, sometimes not even names. Just get what we can out of it and leave. It'd been working for me for a while. I don't understand why other people don't just do that too. Saves the hassle of shit like marriage and kids.

"That's sucky, man... what was the argument about? Sorry if I'm all in your personal space or whatever, jus' curious."

Keith sighed, messing with his hair a little as he seemed to think it over silently.

"Well, we've been dating for years, but we've never gone farther than holding hands and kissing. No hickeys, no sleeping in the same bed, no sex.."

He explained. I visibly cringed. Having to deal with that is like my worst nightmare. I'm terrible at affection, so having to ONLY participate in the fluffy shit made me throw up in my mouth a little. I could understand why he was upset... and perhaps if this escalated... I could help him realize he doesn't need someone like that.

A smirk played onto my expression as the oven timer went off. He continued to watch me, and I knew, so I made sure to bend over without bending my knees, giving him a good shot of my ass through the skinny jeans I was wearing. I took the tater tots out of the oven, placing half of them on each plate so we got an equal amount. I also took the toast, placing one slice on each.

I walked over to him, handing him his plate, chuckling a little as I saw his face was pink. It was working. Who needs the tramp anyway, I can get a good fuck right here, right now, and she doesn't even need to know.

I sat down next to him, glancing around for a moment. I studied his expression, feeling quite dissatisfied with how focused he was on the TV.

"Oi, it's kinda hot in here. I'm gonna take off my shirt, mkay?"

I asked. Keith nodded, clearly not processing what I was saying due to the sheer amount of attention he was putting on the sports program. I pulled my jumper over my head, exposing my chest and toned stomach to the world. I had quite a few tattoos. My favorite was the one across my collarbone which read;

"Reject the system, embrace anarchy"

With two little angels on either side. Keith seemed snapped out of his daze when I chucked the shirt into a nearby corner, and he stared at me with both an embarrassed and surprised expression as I just smirked.

"What? You like what you see or something?"

I asked teasingly. He bit his lip and glanced away, even though I knew his answer. I leaned closer, pulling him back against me.

"What's that little girl of yours got goin' for ya? Give me one good reason you shouldn't break up with the bitch right now."

Keith's POV

Pico's words rung like a mantra through my head. As much as I tried to deny it, he was right. What was she doing for me other than slowly frustrating me over time? She was always under her parents constant supervision, we'd never had sex, and I didn't enjoy her company much anymore.

"... there isn't one."

I mumbled. Pico smiled triumphantly, wrapping his skinny yet slightly muscular arms around my waist.

"Call her."

He spoke huskily into my ear. I shivered a little. Who thought I would have been turned on my tobacco addict voice? Not me. I reached into my pocket, nervously taking out my phone. This would be nice. She'd never bother me again, I wouldn't have to be committed to someone who didn't satisfy me... I was ready.

I dialed her number, nervously waiting for the answer. I breathed out a sigh of relief when she picked up. Thank God I wouldn't have to talk to her in person.

"Keith?"

"Hey, Stacy... I..  uh, I have something I need to say to you"

My voice was nervous. I'd never done the whole formal breakup thing. I wasn't really prepared. And the fact that Pico's lips were now centimeters away from my very sensitive neck wasn't helping either.

"What is it baby? Are you gonna apologize or what?"

I cleared my throat. Now was the time. There was no going back now.

"I can't do this anymore."

I blurted out. There was an audible gasp on the other end.

"I just can't. Its too slow, i can't deal with it. I need someone who can satisfy me and you can't. Stacy, I'm breaking up with you."

It hurt to hear her start to cry, and it hurt even more to hear the sound of her hanging up. But deep down, I knew this was right. I put the phone down, sighing. I tried to take a moment to catch my breath, but I didn't get the chance.

Pico started sucking a hickey into my neck.