RED PARALLEL

Chapter 33: Blood Rush

Song: I'm Him, by Winner.

Boredom struck him and he splayed across the carpet.

"I need to fuuuuuuck..."

Both went to an 'okay' club. Owen guaranteed that they would manage to enter. "I got the moves. I'll get us a way." And yes, Owen surely had the moves. They got in, and less than half an hour later, Traviz saw him pulling some hot chick by her arm, smirking. For Traviz, it would take a while. He didn't know how to approach by talking random things or pretending some shit. He just wanted to grab someone, kiss, and fuck. Simple. "Ever heard of whorehouse, Troy?" Owen had once suggested. "Yo, I ain't paying to fuck." Traviz would sit and drink that funny whatever drink and listen to that bullshit song. Damn, how he missed Levion's club style. Dope songs, girls with curvy bodies, dancers... But no. A bunch of super skinny bitches and nonsense electronic crap, and that bitter fizzy drink. At least it wasn't beer...

The first one came. Her hair was okay, he pulled it nice while doing her from behind. In the club's bathroom. But damn, it was a little gross, doing it in the bathroom. The one with the red hair - pity, it wasn't long -, agreed with Traviz and both sneaked into a desert corridor. And that was epic. The girl would yell and that shit would echo all around. Well, they were found. The guard sent them away and Traviz lost sight of the red-haired girl. The next girl was kind of short but with pretty blue eyes. Curly hair to her waist. Nice.

He woke up in Owen's car.

"Are you using condoms, Troy?"

"Nah, I don't need that shit... Damn, drive slower, Imma puke..."

"You don't? Are you up to die at a young age and if not, be obliged to take care of crying kids?"

"Yo? Hell no..."

So Traviz started buying the annoying plastic sacs.

He didn't know how to wear them.

He asked for Owen's help.

"Phants, how do I put them on? Those condoms?"

"By putting your dick in it," Owen responded, without meeting eyes. The pasta was almost ready.

"But how? I mean, I tried it, but damn, it was too tight."

"Too tight?"

"Yep, I ripped it. I was so mad."

"You ripped it?" Owen stared at him, somehow startled. "What do you mean?"

"Jeez, my dick didn't fit..."

Owen laid the spoon on the sink and coughed. He sort of remained still, looking at Traviz with an unreadable face. As usual. Then, he seemed suddenly relieved.

"I guess you were just not able to unroll it," Owen said.

"Unroll it?"

"Yes." Owen sighed. "The condom comes rolled in itself, so to put it, you have to unroll it. You can't just stretch it..."

"Ahh... Got it... But... Can you show me?"

Owen dropped the spoon on the floor. "What? Come again?"

"Ugh." Owen was so slow, sometimes. "I wanna see it."

"See. What. Troy."

"Uurgh... How do you do it? How do you put it on your dick? I mean, I gotta see it, how am I going to 'unroll' that thing if-"

"Troy, get the plates. There."

And the conversation was done. Luckily, a sympathetic and beautiful blonde girl helped him. He'd never forget her name. Jasmine. She was prettier than Helen. They were about to do it and Traviz had the dick all ready, but he grabbed the condom, troubled. And the angel, without a word, smiled gently and put it for him. Unrolling it. Just like Owen had said. Traviz was in love.