Cigarettes, Daydreams

Chapter 7

a/n: i gave ken a story b4 anyone else did (*cough* mattel *cough*)
Ryan walks into Ken's closet, and he realizes its bigger than his whole house. He just wants a fresh pair of hot pink sweatpants and is met with Closet.

"Oh, hey Closet!" Ryan says cheerfully.

"Hi Ryan, Ken has told me a lot about you. What are you looking for?" Closet replies in a robotic voice.

"Um...do you have any sweatpants? I prefer hot pink but a different shade of bink will do." Ryan asks.

"No, sorry...Ken only wears khakis." Closet replies.

"Ok??? Can I have a pair of comfy khakis then?" Ryan questions.

"Yes Ryan!" Closet pulls a pair of sweatpant khakis out of thin air and Ryan takes them.

"Thanks Closet!" He says. He pulls off his skin tight ripped up bad boy jeans and starts to unfold the pants when Ken walks into the closet. "Dude, get out of here!!!" Ryan says. Ryan is currently wearing nothing but a lacy, red thong. He feels sooooo embarresed that Ken is seeing him in it, what if he doesn't find him hot???? Ken looks him up and down, lingering on his tight ass, and his face flushes.

"S-sorry Ryan, I just wanted a comfier pair of kahkis since we're gonna be here awhile" Ken stammers.

"Yeah, try investing in some sweatpants in your next life for the love of our lord taylor swift." Ryan says, annoyed bc he just wants to change for Swift's sake. "Can you go away now?" He says.

"Yeah—sorry..." Ken says, turning around and walking away, closing the door behind him. Ryan hastily pulls on his khakis and leaves the closet. Ken is laying on his gray bed and scrolling on twitter (X). "Dude, zombie apocalypse is #1 trending rn, everyone's going insane. Apparently the zombies are popping up all over the world." Ken says.

"Crazy, I sure hope the government does sometihng about this soon!!!" Ryan says. He sits down on the bed next to Ken and gets under the gray duvet. Then, a 100 inch TV pops out of the wall and turns on.

"Do you want to watch something?" Ken asks, turning to Ryan and locking his phone.

"Yeah, do you have Call Me By Your Name? That's my favorite movie!" Ryan says enthusiactically.

"Omg same that my favorite too! I love the cinematography of it" Ken says. The TV magically starts playing the movie.
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Later that night, Ken and Ryan need to make dinner, but since the zombies shut the power off, they dont know what to eat. "Can we just doordash something?" Ryan asks.

"No what if they like infect the food or something? I think I have some stuff in the fridge that hasn't gone bad yet...we could also maybe cook over the firepit in my backyard. Don't worry about the zombies getting in because the perimeter is reinforced with rabid dogs and machine guns."

"Ok" Ryan replies.

They go to the backyard and Ryan sits on the couch next to the firepit. Ken begins to chop the logs with an ax and his biceps bulge hotly as he strikes the think wood. He grunts as sweat trickles down his forehead. I just want to lick the sweat off, taste how salty it is, feel his body heat against me. Ryan thinks. Ken throws the chopped up pieces into the firepit with a grunt. Ryan bunches up some papers he found around Ken's house and put them into the pit, then he lights the fire.

Ken sits down next to Ryan, suspisciously close, adn the sun sets behind them, bathing them in the last golden, warm light of the day. "Jeez, the temperature drops fast here!" Ryan comments.

"Oh yeah, our lawn has a built in cooling system for the hot days, so gets really cold after the sun sets. Do you want my hoodie?" Ken asks, with something like concern in his eyes.

"Sure, except gray isnt really my color so dont judge me." Ryan replies. He slides the hoodie over his head and it smells warm like Ken, and he decides that he wants to keep it. Once he gets his head through the hole (😏) he says "thanks ken"

Ken smiles at him "yeah, niw do you want to eat or not?" And he opens the pack of hot dogs.