Scars, a Skylox story. With a little Merome

Bajancanadian

(Benja is a little out of character in this, same with Jerome. I suck at writing those two D: )

  Ty was asleep on the couch when we got there, and Sky sat next to him, pulling him close and moving to check the wound under Ty's shirt.

  The boy gasped awake instantly and yanked back. "Don't!" He gasped, and Sky raised his hands in surrender.

  "Okay, okay. I won't do that." He sighed and Ty looked over. I tilted my head. Odd, why would he react that way?

  "They're here?" He asked, looking at us, and Sky nodded.

  "Yup, we're here to hang." Ty groaned and sat up, stretching before standing.

  "Erk I got blood on the couch..." He muttered and Sky frowned.

  "It's fine, man."

  "Okay... I'm gonna go get a shower." He yawned. Sky smiled.

  "Kay, don't be too long." He said and once Ty was gone, I leaned over to Jerome. "In a few minutes, sneak off to see if he's doing anything." I purred in his ear. He shuddered and nodded. He knew what he needed to find. What would this prove? Nothing of course, but I wanted to try Sky out before those two got together.

  I sat next to Sky and grinned. "So... what do we do until Ty finishes with his shower?"

  "Don't know. You're the one who wanted to come over." He said roughly. Usually he'd offer to do anything with us, but when he didn't, he was either sick or mad. I grinned. He didn't want us here because he wanted Ty to himself.

  "Well, Jason wanted to go play Sky games again. He wanted to do a game with all of us."

  "Team crafted?"

  "Everyone, all our friends." Sky thought a minute and grinned.

  "Sounds fun." I noticed Jerome slide into the hallway toward the shower.

  "Now, why should I believe you about Ty?" I asked him, and he frowned.

  "Because I'm not gay." He said simply.

  "Prove it." I said. There was no way to do that, but it just made it better. I secretly always loved this game. Ever since I stopped hiding it, though I never outright told anyone I was interested in the same sex,

  "Damn it Mitch, how am I supposed to do that!?" He was angry again, his sunglasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, and I found myself staring into his chocolate brown eyes. Wow, his eyes were pretty. I reached up, brushing my hand through his hair. It was so soft... Maybe Ty had taught him something about hair care.

  I leaned forward, my forehead against his, then grinned. Jerome had given me permission to do what I was thinking of.

  "Don't moan. And don't get hard." I replied. Man I was gonna have fun.