Dizzee for Thor "The Get Down"

being fly doesn't mean you can fly

Dizzee wasn't a virgin. Despite his young age he was probably the first one to loose his of The Get Down Brothers if you disregard Shao. It wasn't something he bragged about in the way he would imagine Boo-Boo would when he finally lost his. He didn't fall harder for whoever took his like Zeke had - who knew he could even fall harder for Mylene? Nor had it bothered him when he still had it like it did Ra.

Dizzee lived for the moment, and sex despite feeling great wasn't a priority. He didn't say no when he got it, he was despite all just a teenager, but he didn't actively search for it. It irritated Ra-Ra and Boo-Boo, when they got drunk enough they would go on and on about the unfairness of it all. How despite the so called weirdness of Dizz his pretty face would still get him laid. He often just smiled through those moments. It didn't bother him that people called him 'pretty', but it was one of those things that got in the way when he wanted to deepen the intermediary with some girl who had caught his interest. But he didn't really think it would go over well if he told his brothers that he would rather read minds than be pretty.

"What are you thinking about?" Thor asked turning in the bed that they had first realised their psychic connection to face him. 

"Being pretty," he answered watching how those full lips turn into a soft smirk.

"Isn't exactly a secret that your pretty, Rumi."

Thor put his hand on his hip before moving in for a soft chaste kiss. The white boy still didn't push for nothing unless Dizzee instigated it. It was fustrating. Dizzee wasn't a virgin. Hadn't been one for years and yet Thor keep treating him as a virgin church girl.

"You should see how the others look at you out there," Thor says before he has a chance to voice his fustration.

"What?"

"They look at you like they want to eat you."

Dizzee's appearance had never been something he payed much attention to seeing as it was what  the universe had given so he was stuck with it,  but.... He didn't like Thor seeing him as everyone else did; a weirdo with a pretty face. As he was thinking how to reply to Thors statement he suddenly felt ruff fingers between his eyebrows.

"Sorry,  didn't mean to make you feel less."

It shouldn't give him such a strong reaction, but a wave of warmth went through him at the apology. It felt unreal how little he needed to say or do for Thor to just get it.

"You didn't...," He looked up to those pale green eyes. "It's just that I don't want to be Pretty Dizzee when I'm with you."

"Okey," Thor didn't say more than that before sitting up and pulling him up too.

Dizzee ignored the disappointment as the bigger boy kissed his cheek and told him to come. Leaving the private room the music filled their ears. But instead of pushing them through the crowd of people to get in Thor took them to the elevator. When Dizz asked where they were going he blond just smiled and threaded their fingers together.

For all the way free and librated in his way of thinking he was he couldn't help but want to put a label on what they were. It bothered him thinking the nights that Thor didn't spend with him he probably was between the sheets with someone who knew what they were doing.

Dizzee was no virgin, but again he was when it came to whatever men did.

Last time they came so close with his pants and underwear around his ankles and Thors thick fingers around his cock. His hands clutching blond hair as teeth and tongue teased his nipples, his shirt and vest disregard on the floor. He had never felt so hot for it like he did then...up until he felt Thors finger on his opening. It was as if he has suddenly been drenched in cold water and everything became to real. He saw his family in his minds eyes and kept hearing Shao say 'Don't be a fag' over and over again. He lost his boner faster than he thought possible and...

Lets just say they hadn't tried it again after that.

"Where are we going?" Dizzee asked again when they reached the subway his hands cold and lonely.

He wondered fleetingly if this how Zeke felt all the time even he was just a hair breath away from Mylene.

"Trust me," the mischief in his eyes and smile made Dizzee not want agree.

Yet he fallows Thor letting their talk about nothing and everything sooth him even as they take themselves closer to Manhattan. The city that seemed even more alien than the Bronx did on its worst days. They move in unfamiliar streets cleaner than he remembers streets ever being. Here he stands out for every reason he doesn't in the Bronx. It doesn't bother him that people are looking at him. Wondering what his ghetto ass is doing here with someone who looks more like them. He just worries that he won't be able to see what Thor brought him here for before they throw him out.

He longs to hold  one of those big hands.

Dizzee doesn't pay much attention until they are suddenly breaking into an old looking building. He forces himself not to think about the reaction of his paps if he got caught here. It was one thing getting caught for painting but a completely other getting caught breaking an entry in some building in Manhattan while being black.

This felt stupid on so many levels Dizzee did not even want to think about, but the way Thor smiled at him while they hid from the guard made him still fallow the white boy. If they got caught he would probably be the one getting accused of luring that pale ass into this whole mess to steal a lamp or something equally dumb the police came up with.

"We are almost there," Thor whispered as they carefully climbed what the hundredth staircase.

To be honest he didn't know what to make out of this place more than it had high ceilings, expensive carpets of what he could make out of it in the dark and had an expensive white fokes feel.

Thor pick locked a double door that felt like he choose on a random. He worked fast and as soon as he got it open and put away his tools he gasped Dizzee's sweaty hand. His hands tended to sweat when he was in high stress situations.

"Are you ready?" The blond asked.

Ready for what?

Instead of asking he just nodded ready for this to be over and done with before they got caught by either one of guards they had seen so far. Having this thought in mind it did not prepare him at all when Thor finally opened the doors and they walked in and he saw exactly where the tagger had brought him. 

"Rumi doesn't have to go to the opera by himself any more."

A/N I think the inspiration bug is gone now...made me write the two longest chapter so far. So  much for this being a one shot lol

Do really comment if you see spelling errors,missing words or/and the need of grammar change.

~ sweetiiey