Red Wine (ScotFra)

Boy Toy

A L L I S T O R

"Dylan!" I said with a smile, embracing my brother. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home you wee shit?"
He laughed and hugged me back. "I'm just stopping by on my way to visit a friend of mine," I punched his arm and released him, plopping down on our couch.
"See we're not enough company, eh? I don't blame you I mean- Artie is a fucking bore," I said, sipping a soda. "Miss having you around all the time,"
He shrugged at that and took a seat on the couch next to me, throwing his feet up on the table.
"College calls me, Allistor," He said, a smile on his face. "Now: serious question," his face was deadly straight and it made me kind of nervous.
"Go ahead," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you taking proper care of Melanie?"
I rolled my eyes. That damn sheep.
Of course I am, I'm not an idiot.
That sheep is family.
That sheep is my blood.
Id die for that sheep.
You live by the sheep, you die by the sheep.
"Yes, asshole, I am," I said. "You don't trust me?"
"No I do it's just- you're kind of an idiot,"
"You know what?"
"What?" He said, sitting up, smile on his face, knowing what I was about to say.
"Fight me, Welsh," I said. I often called him "Wales" or "Welsh" do to the fact that he was attending university there for god knows what stupid reason.
He let out a long laugh, smiling wickedly before standing. "Let's go, dummy!"
Pfft "dummy"?
But, before I could throw a single swing, I heard a car pull into the drive way.
"Ah shit, Artie's home,"
"We'll postpone that fight for later," He said, stepping into the kitchen as I took my seat back on the couch. Next time he spoke, I could hear him digging through cupboards. "Hey, uh, has Patty been home lately?"
"No he's been gone awhile. But that just means he'll come wobbling in here sometime soon," I said with a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair.
Just then I heard the opening and closing of car doors.
Doors.
As in PLURAL.
AS IN THERE IS SOMEONE COMING HOME WITH ARTIE.
I tried to act casual. Whoever it was must be someone special because Artie's never brought anyone home from school. Ever. I smirked to myself, finally glad he was making friends. Or at least friend. Then I heard the door open.
"Hey Artie, welcome home short shot," I smiled as I heard Arthur groan from behind me.
"Allistor how many times have I told you not to call me that!"
"What, short shot or Artie?" I turned around on the couch and stepped over it, eyeing not only my brother, but his friend. He was incredibly short and it seemed like I could break him in half if I squeezed him a little too hard. He had messy, bright pink hair atop a rounded head with cheeks covered in freckles, kind of making him look a bit like a doll. All in all he was cute. Really cute actually, way to go, Art.
"Whoa hey, who's pinky over here?" I asked, pointing to him as I reached the two. "Didn't know Artie had friends,"
"His name is Oliver and he's here to work on a project with me-"
"Oi! Alligator! You seen where mum put the scotch I want to hide it from Patty-" I heard Dylan say from the kitchen as he walked out to me. I waved at him.
"Aye Welsh, Looky what Artie brought home," I said, pointing once again at him.
Dylan walked over and smiled. "Well hello there, Pinky," He said. He offered the little doll-guy his hand and shook it, giving him a warm smile.
"I told you two to stop calling me Artie. And his name is Oliver," Arthur said.
"No it's okay," So he speaks. His voice was soft and light and fit him well. "Pinky is kind of cute,"
"Aww see, look Artie, even your friends are nicer to us then you are," I said, slinging an arm over Dylan's shoulders and making a little pouty face at Arthur, mocking sadness.
"That's because Oliver isn't a bloody tw-"
"AAARTIEEEEEE," Oh god, Peter please. "I HEARD YOU HAD A PERSON OVER I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD MAKE FRIENDS. THOUGHT YOU WERE TOO MUCH OF A GIT," Peter burt into the room, chasing the family sheep, Melanie, through the house as the poor animal bleated and cried out.
After asking me for help, I managed to get her out into the backyard and Peter walked over to Oliver to introduce himself. The whole show was (to be honest) cute as all hell, and I saw instantly that Peter liked Arthur's friend.
"Friend."
I had seen them together for five minutes and I could already tell that Arthur was smitten with Pinky. I could see it in his eyes, the way he moved around him, the way his voice shook a bit.
Fucking finally.
After a moment of chit chat, Peter saluted Oliver and walked off, marching in his little blue shoes like a soldier.
"He seems to think he's the captain of some great exploration team that discovers uncharted islands," Arthur said, rolling his eyes.
"That's amazing, What an imagination," Oliver replied, amusement in his voice.
"Well you call it imagination we just call him a little shit," I said, Dylan and I laughing at his statement. "I'll be off then, I'll leave you two to doing... Whatever it is you were planning to do," I looked at Dylan and cocked my head to the side before heading upstairs to my room, him in tow.
Crashing into my bed, I sighed heavily and Dylan took the chair in the corner. He had been gone awhile, and I missed the little shit. Not that I would ever tell him that, I'd never live it down.
Dylan talked for a long time, each of us teasing the other incessantly and at one point he called me a "ginger shit," to which I responded by calling him a "sheep humper."
Twenty minutes later I stood up, and exited my room to go to the kitchen for a drink. However, I noticed Arthur's bedroom door was open and I took the opportunity to bother Artie. When I got there, I saw he wasn't there, though. Oliver instead sat in his bed, looking a bit lost in thought. An idea came to me, and I leaned on the doorframe.
Just I had come to that conclusion, Allistor appeared in the doorway. "Hey, pinky. Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked him.
He turned to face me as if I'd suprised him, and nodded. "Uh s-sure," he replied.
Sighing, I looked for a way to word this correctly, rubbing the back of my neck. "See Artie doesn't have many friends and-don't tell him I told ya this-but I'm glad he's got you. You seem like a good guy and I hope you can get him to loosen up a bit. He's too uptight, y'understand?"
Oliver looked absolutely baffled but nodded a bit.
"Okay. Thanks..." After a second, I decided to play devil's advocate. "By the way, I can tell he likes you,"
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "O-oh well I would hope so, because we're friends and all..."
Oh god he's as oblivious as Artie.
"No no I mean like he really does like you," I put air quotes around the word 'like' and nodded toward him, hoping he'd take the hint. Which he didn't. He looked as if I'd told him to slap me with a fish.
"Look do I just have to come right out and say it?" I asked, putting a hand on my hip.
He stayed silent.
"Look, Artie loves-"
"ALLISTOR GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND LEAVE OLIVER ALONE," Artie called out to me. Someone's back.
I turned my head to him. "heY ITS MY HOUSE TOO AND IM NOT IN YOUR ROOM, IM IN THE DOORWAY," I said, like the smartass I was proud to be.
Arthur practically growled and dragged me out of the room and into the hallway.
"Cmon Short shot I just wanted to say Hi. Your boyfriend's cute-" I said tauntingly. Artie's feelings for the little doll boy were so obvious, I was amazed that he couldn't see it.
"He is not my boyfriend Allistor," he said, face burning red. "I just met him yesterday,"
"And yet he is already sitting on your bed, in our house. I've seen you together for five minutes and I can already tell your in love with-"
"Shut your fucking mouth right now," he said, inheriting my horrible cursing habit.
"Oi watch you fucking language and I was just saying, he clearly makes you happy, and he's head over heels for ya,"
"No he is not," he sounded like he was trying to convince himself of that.
"Well I think you like him. And you're keeping that secret from yourself," i poked his chest to emphasize my point. "Don't hide that. He'll be a great thing for you, short shot,"
Arthur sighed and let his shoulders fall.
I win.
He always does that when he loses arguments.
I bet he doesn't know the first thing to do...
I thought about what would be good to do for Pinky, and my mind drifted to food.
"How bout you cook him some of mom's scones? Everyone loves those,"
"Fine, if it'll get you to leave me alone," he said dismissively, walking back into his room.
"Oh and make sure you don't burn them. Burnt scones aren't exactly a turn-on, Artie. Oh and another thing, make a move. Hold his hand or something. Go get a piece of his-"
The door slammed before I could finish my sentence.
At least he accepted it finally.
He is about as straight as I am.
Which means not at all.

About a half an hour later, I found him slow dancing in our kitchen to "Yesterday" by the Beatles. After giving him a little taunts, I left him alone.
About time that shit found someone to love.

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