Sassy, Saucy, Salacious (BoyxBoy)

SSS (2) Not So Hobo Now

Sassy, Saucy, Salacious

Chapter Two: Not So Hobo Now

⑆Kenny's POV⑆

         The ride to Clyde's place could only be described in two words: Fucking. Unbearable.

        First of all, he found it necessary to blast a sexual song as loud as it would go. At least, I think it was sexual. The guy singing the song was like, moaning throughout the whole thing. I mean, hey, the guy had a great voice. It was just weird having to listen to his sounds on maximum volume in the company of another queer.

        Secondly, Clyde was still being a prick. He seemed like he really, really wanted me to stay at his place, but the asshole was treating me like I was radioactive or something. I mean, he made me sit on a magazine's picture of Russell Brand's face as not to, as he so eloquently put it, 'filthy his heated leather seats.'

         Fuckin' prick, I thought, narrowing my eyes a bit. I wasn't that grimy. Jeez, he was acting like I just got pulled up from a sewer.

       I rested the side of my head in my hands, trying not to touch the interior of his car. It was a sleek, gray BMW, and he seemed to be quite fond of it.

         Getting bored with the darkened sights of Chicago, I looked away from the window and at Clyde instead. He was watching the road, moving his torso side to side in his seat as makeshift dancing while he sang, most likely purposely off-key (at least, I hope it was on purpose. Surely no one could sound that bad and not be aware of the god-awful sound they were making, right?), with the song in the car.

        How could such a cute person be such a jerk?

       There had to be a reason for his enmity. And as much as I wanted to just put him in a box and ship him off to Turkmenistan, I was also a tad curious about him. Myra and Byron had both said that he wasn't all that bad. I surprised myself by actually wanting to know that "sweetheart" side they were referring to.

       "Freak, why're you staring at me? If you wanted something to wank it to later, take a picture."

       Then again, I doubted Clyde would let me see that side anytime soon.

       I immediately looked away from him, my cheeks warming. I must've zoned out and gotten caught. "I wasn't staring at you. That's just your vanity talking."

       A coy smile twisted at his thin pink lips. "You're giving me excuses, but all I hear is denial."

       I folded my arms across my chest. "You only hear what you want to hear."

       He tsk'ed. "You are so fucking cynical."

       "Is that a bad thing?"

       He glanced over at me. "Well, I'd personally prefer to be called sassy over cynical, but whatever doesn't sink your ship. Anyways, get your ass out of my car."

       For a second, I freaked out. I thought he was ditching me off onto the side of the road. Knowing Clyde's persona during the time period that I've known him, I wouldn't have doubted that being his plan all along. I glanced out the window to see an apartment complex, though. I reached for the handle to open the door, but he gasped just as my pinkie was about to brush against it.

       "What?" I asked, stopping and turning to him.

       "You were seriously about to touch the interior of my car with those hands?"