Unusual || Sitkolson

•10• Smoke

2:03AM 10/2/42

I walk towards the cracked door, glancing back at the sleeping man laying in the bed of one of Kuza's guest rooms. I face forward again, opening the door fully, and allowing a stream of flashing lights to fill the room for just a moment before I close the door behind me. I try to ignore the obnoxious music blasting throughout the house, but the task gets harder and harder as I walk closer to the main room. I step into the cloudy room, still buttoning up my shirt and adjusting it on my shoulders. Kuza strolls up to me, a beer bottle in hand and smoke bellowing out his mouth and all four holes in his nose. "So I'm assuming you had a good time with the kid? I mean I heard you multiple times, man, and every other time you've brought someone over to fuck I've heard nothing from you." He grins. I roll my eyes a bit, the corners of my mouth twisting up into a stupid smile.

"First of all, he's not a kid, he's older than me. Second of all, all I did was groan a few times, the rest was him."

His eyes grow wide, a smirk on his face, as he bumps my arm with the bottle in his hand, "Damn! He's vocal then. And how old is he?"

"28." I answer. He nods his head in understanding before a girl hangs over his shoulder, kissing sloppily all over his neck and face. "You have fun, Mike, I'll just be over here." I laugh before walking off to the cooler set out on the floor. I grab a few beers before walking to the couch. I sit down, beforehand having to move a girls leg over a bit to where it's out of my spot. I look around the living room, and through the multicolored lights and thick smoke, I can see two couples making out, both of which I came here with. Chris and Angelo are on the arm chair across the room- almost falling off of it, might I add -and Ghost and Vinny are sloppily feeling each other up while basically smashing their heads together in the kitchen doorway. Stoners and pot heads jump around to the music. I think back to what happened in that guest room, not even ten minutes ago. I think of how I now regret everything. I uncap a one of the bottles sitting next to me and drinking almost all of it in a couple drinks. A minute or so later I finish it off. I think deeper, about how I was actually aroused by my enemy, by a Federal Agent. Another bottle is opened. This continues for a little while longer until I have to get up and get more, so I do. No one tries to stop me. An hour or so later I'm sure I'm completely wasted. Chris walks over to me a look of disappointment etched on his face, Angelo trailing behind him wearing a frown.

"I was hoping you wouldn't do this this time.." Chris trails off.

I giggle drunkenly, letting my head roll on my neck. "I guess it's just a habit by now."

He shakes his head, "That's a horrible habit to have." I shrug my shoulders, no longer wanting to respond to him. I guess losing interest in things quickly is another bad habit of mine. I pull a crushed box of cigarettes out of my pocket, pulling one out and lighting it. As the first cloud of smoke tumbles from my lips I notice my little raccoon standing in the doorway of the hallway. Hey look at that. Both of those words have 'way' at the end. Ha.

I point to him with my cigarette, "Can you get that." I ask Chris. He rolls his eyes before walking over to Ricky. They both seem annoyed and kinda mad. Whoops? I always fuck shit up so I mean, I can just try to apologize to Chris. I don't think it will matter for Ricky though, because after tonight it will be as if nothing had happened between us and we will continue on hating each other until death. Chris puts Ricky back in the room, making sure he doesn't leave it again. I sit back, looking up at the ceiling puffs of smoke filling the air around me. Ange and Chris go back to whatever they were doing. The girl next to me suddenly wakes up, staring at me. 

"Aw who are you?" She asks in a doll voice.

I pull the coffin nail from my lips, "Ryan."

"Well," she pauses and I feel a hand trail over my crotch. "Ryan. You wanna maybe get outta here?"

I look her up and down a few times before removing her hand and standing up, "No thanks." I stumble through the dancing bodies, making it to the room Kuza was nice enough to lend me. I get inside seeing Ricky chained to the head bored with thin rope. I walk over, my pocket knife open, and slice the rope. He rubs his wrists a bit and I sit down next to him. I pull him close to me and lay down with him laying curled up to my chest. "Don't run, you'll regret it." I mumble, leaving tiny kisses on his jaw, cheek and ear. I start getting more passionate with my kisses before smashing my lips to his. He reaches up, putting his right hand on my cheek as my hand lays on his thigh, rubbing it and occasionally squeezing it. Our legs remain tangled together and my hand begins to roam around his legs and crotch. I start to pull down his jeans with both hands- since my left arm has been underneath him the whole time -and once they're down about a few inches the door to the room creaks open.

"Mm what a sexy scene we have going on here! Mind if I join?" Kuza jokes, walking in and snatching something up from the dresser in the room.

"Ugh go away Mike I'll talk to you tomorrow." I groan.

He raises his hands in defense, a smirk on his face, "Okay okay, I'll see you tomorrow." He walks out. I turn back to Ricky and we continue to make out, and obviously soon enough, I'm nailing him into the mattress and the whole house can hear him moaning my name. 

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-Autumn