V (boyxboy short stories)

VVell, jokes on you!

     Seven college kids in a car, music blasting through the open windows, speed limit long since passed. Their destination was a cabin in the woods, and their purpose a party like none else. The trunk was filled with substances from water to weed and everything in between, along with two teenagers that didn't fit anywhere else.

     The road kept stretching on, forest to the left, forest to the right, and sunset ahead. The car's wheels and the car's female occupants screeched whenever curves were taken in drifts. The driver was accurate and mastered the car, but the man on the passenger seat would steal the steering wheel at times, just for the laughs.

     Vess, that is. Similar to the concept of evergreens and their everlasting pines, he was more often than not called 'Evergrin' with his everlasting smiles.

     Even when he looked into the rear mirror to see a police car in the distance, his grin remained there. The vehicle's siren was blasting, but their music beat it, and so it took lowering the volume to let his friends hear the approaching phenomenon.

     "Oh my God hide the beer!" a girl laughed, throwing it to a man near the window. Peter didn't do well under stress, because his impulse was to scream and pour the beer out the window.

     Vess laughed with a face-palm. That impact caused an idea to come, and he turned around on his seat, eyeing Emma.

     "Quick, let's switch clothes!" he laughed, then hit the door with an 'uff' when the driver took another drift. "God damn it Leo."

     "What are you planning?" Emma snickered, undoing her shorts. As in, short shorts.

     Vess didn't answer, busy taking off his own clothes. They switched them, and he was left sitting in jean shorts that suited his legs weirdly fine, and a red plaid shirt that he knotted at the chest, to expose his abs.

     It was then that Leo pulled on the side with another screech. He looked behind, watching the police car stop as well, before glancing at Vess.

     "Dude, that fits you ridiculously well." he laughed, running a hand through his messy hair.

     Vess was grinning, but he only grinned wider at that, and then lowered, placing his head on Leo's lap.

     The five persons in the back started giggling and snickering, and Leo gripped Vess's hair, making a show of moaning. Vess gripped the driver's backrest and the steering wheel, moving his head obscenely.

     There was a tap on the roof of the car, and he rolled up his head, wiping his mouth. Leo pulled up his zipper and pretended to be caught in the act.

     Vess smirked.

     The cop was young, in his mid twenties maybe, and so he would probably take the joke. Though, judging by his set jaw and slightly flared nose, he was up for business. There wasn't much else Vess could pick of his features, what with the aviator sunglasses hiding his eyes.

     He pulled off the uniform amazingly well, like a porn movie with big budget on costumes, and the idea made Vess slip that easier into the homosexual impression he was aiming for.

     "Is there a problem, officer?" he asked, sliding a few honey-colored strands behind an ear. The man showed them his badge.

     "Driving license." he addressed Leo, though it was hard to tell with the shades covering his eyes.

     "Sugarbum, the glove department." Leo pointed, and Vess nodded.

     Bending down, he nudged his nose to the button there and opened the glove department. Then, he took the driving license into his mouth, between his teeth, and stretched towards the cop.