I Still Need ✓

24. I did not see that coming

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impatient, but unfortunately, I couldn't do what I wanted right away. At my parents' request, I stayed home the entire Saturday, because the devils wouldn't let me leave the house until I cleaned like every single little corner the building had, including the space between the stairs, which smelled of rat piss. My mother even made me iron clothes, which was something she never even did. Was this some kind of extensive punishment?!

Before they could come up with a new chore for me to do, I fled the house and made my way over to Dylan's. To my surprise, when he let me in, Floyd wasn't there yet, and a few minutes of passionate kissing later, I managed to finally ask, "Hey, where's our boy?"

"Ooh, I love the sound of that. I believe our boy is having a family day out."

"What? Since when does the McCarthy family have days out?"

"I have not a clue. He only got to tell me he'd show up later because of a family thing, before the call ended."

"So we have no idea when he's coming?"

"Nope," Dylan said with a shrug, but luckily, only a few minutes later, the bell rang and I asked, "Is that Floyd or did you order food?"

"I didn't," he said, before lifting a finger, "but that's a good idea! Open up for him, will ya? I'll go call."

I rolled my eyes at him—he'd never learn what real food was—but I went to open the door for Floyd, who looked exhausted to the point of dropping to the floor right then and there. He flew forward and wrapped his arms around me with a deep sigh. "Dear lord, I thought it'd never end!"

"What were you doing anyway?"

"My mom wanted to go to the mall with the family and I have no damn clue why. Everybody hates shopping. She does, too! It was pointless..." He lifted his head from my chest. "Where's Dylan?"

"Ordering food."

"Oh, perfect." He reached up with both of his hands to pull my head down and planted a fierce kiss onto my lips, before giving me a devious smirk. "I'm absolutely famished!"

I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing exactly what he was so 'famished' for. He giggled, knowing exactly what I was thinking. And then Dylan came around the corner to shoot him a look, knowing exactly what that giggle meant. They were unbelievable.

Soon enough, those giggles were replaced by chewing, which was soon replaced by kissing. It's all the natural order of life, really, when you think about it. Not to sound primitive or anything, but yeah... it is just nutrition, pleasure, rest and repeat, after all. We just happen to add a little education or money-earning to that these days, because we liked to think it made a difference.

Somehow, we'd found our way to Dylan's bedroom and clothes were about to come off, when we heard a door slam closed. All three of us instantly froze, me and Floyd staring at Dylan, knowing it was his father who must have just come home. And for a moment, all we did was listen to the sounds going on downstairs, hearing him take off his coat and shoes and smash his keys onto the cabinet in the hallway, but then he seemed to retreat to the living room and Dylan assured us that he'd stay there until deep into the night.

"Are you sure?" Floyd asked.

"Yeah, he always just sits there behind the TV, drinking beer and doing whatever the fuck asshole-dads do. He usually goes upstairs around one."

"Oh, okay. In that case..." He sat upright and suddenly threw his shirt over his head. "Let's get this party started!"

"I like your way of thinking, little Floyd," Dylan chuckled as he reached for my pants to open them with greedy eyes and in no time, we were one tangled mess of naked bodies, kissing and stroking and grabbing and grinding. I had no idea where one boy ended and the other began. When we got to the point where it was just mindless blending, Dylan pushed himself up and asked, "What do you guys wanna do?"