Drive By [BoyXBoy]

Yetmen's

I was never one to be spontaneous about, well anything. That was more something for Grant than Garrett and I. Even though the two of them spent most their time together, Grant had to push Garrett into doing things, like joining baseball in collage, or going to prom alone rather then with dates, because they were 'to cool' even though half the girls in our school had asked them, both boys turned them down, Grant explained how you could have more fun and freedom at the dance if you're not tied down to a girl the whole night.

And they did. Or I think they did. I didn't bother going to prom because out of the three of us I was the unpopular one. The one who had to wear pop bottle glasses because he got sand in his eyes as a child. The one that wasn't on a sports team, So I didn't have jock friends, or cheerleader girlfriends. Honestly I was almost sure how whole high school thought Grant and Garrett were twins and not part of three.

So the fact that I was tongue deep in the throat of a man I hardly knew, kind of took me by surprise.

And apparently it took him by surprise too, because after a few minutes of kissing, his hands on my cheeks and my hands tangled into his shirt, he pulled away, moving a hand to my hip as he drew back, both of us taking a breath of fresh air.

Clayton let out a small, breathy laugh before his eyes opened and he looked down at my face. "How about we get you inside and get you settled in, yeah?"

"No," I gulped taking a step back, his hands falling off of my waist as I pulled mine into my pockets. "No. I can, I can get in myself. Thanks though." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Thanks for tonight. It was grand. I've, I got to go I think I might of left my stove on." And I bolted, like a bitch with my tail between my legs I was gone. I ignored the sound of Clayton calling out my name and shut my door tight behind me.

Once on the other side of the door, I closed my eyes and slowly fell to the floor with my knees to my chest, and my head in my hands.

Clayton called me at least five times, texted me more then I wanted to count. And then, a after ignoring him for a week he finally gave up. My phone went silent and I started leaving a bit later for work to avoid seeing him on my way.

Was I over reacting again?

100%

But I had embarrassed myself. Made myself look like a downright fool. Plus what Curtis said still played into my mind.

"We're going out." Dryden said as he slammed my apartment door, storming in with his gym bag in hand. I was curled up on my couch in a giant pink fuzzy blanket and a bag of Lays chips, re watching old episodes of Game Of Thrones.

"I'm really not up for it Dry." I mumbled stuffing a handful of chips into my mouth.

"Yes you are, get dressed. It's drag night at Yetmen's and I want to get waisty-pants. So get dressed and lets go depresarella, I have queens to check out."

twenty minutes later, I was showered and shaved and dressed in brown khaki pants with a maroon hoodie on, not caring that I looked like a sixteen year old high school skeet with mommy issues who uses a can of axe a day. Dryden, dressed in his ever lovely blue jeans and gray t-shirt ushered me out the door and we drove the twenty minutes into town and to the night club known as Yetmen's .

The strip that the club was on was low lit with a few street lamps, cobblestone went of from one end of the street to the other as the block was a strict no traffic zone, parking was a bitch to find as it was a Saturday night and half of the city was in town trying to make the most of their weekends.

Music blared from the speakers of every pub as we made our way to the club of our choice, a few drag queens stood outside smoking cigarettes, as people glared over, some in interest, some in distaste.

Dryden was more excited then a kid on Christmas, he bounced up and down in the line, looking over heads to see inside, once we got to the bouncer we showed our ID's and he dragged me inside, not bothering to go to the bar first but straight to the stage.

The fashion show hadn't started yet, so the stage was empty, but the girls were mulling around, most drinking while talking to men, some of the queens were dressed down, cocktail dressed on with casual wigs, while others were dressed in large, flamboyant dressed with flashy makeup on and big wigs. 

One in particular caught my eye as they stood beside the bar, drink in hand and chatted with a smaller framed woman. They were tall, long arms and long legs with a skinny body that was hugged by a long red salsa dress, they didn't have on a wig yet, so  their brown hair freely fell in waves to their shoulders. They did have make-up on though, lips painted red with dark winged eyeliner on the top and bottom of their eyes.

They turned their head towards me and I quickly looked away, turning my head back to the stage and bringing my hand to my face, hitting Dryden in the ribs with the other.

"Ow, what the fuck?"

"I know the queen at the bar, he's one of Clayton's friends."

"Your boyfriend has drag friends? What's his name? Is he single?"

I rolled my eyes. "He is far from my boyfriend at this point, Tim, and no."

"Tim, I like it. I can see myself moaning that."

"Dryden!"

"Right, sorry. But I'm not leaving we just got here. It's not like he's going to come over and chat you up. Lets stay, get shit faced, get a cab home and you dace your pretty little ass off so Tim can have something to report back to Clayton with."

Grumbling, I crossed my arms like the child I was and looked to the ceiling, hoping and praying I something would come down and whisk me away.

"So you didn't fall off the face of the earth then huh?" I jumped, looking to my left to see none other the Tim standing there, and despite the calmness in his voice, he looked upset. Eyes narrowed with crossed arms.

"Hey Tim." I said nervously, leaning a bit into Dryden for protection, and in doing that just made Tim glare at him.

"It's Golden here. Is this why you ran off on him and never returned his texts or calls? You were seeing somebody else?"

"Hey now." Dryden said, pushing me behind him and getting between Golden and I. "First off, we, are not a couple. Names Dryden. Bestie of the littler man. Nice to meet you Golden. Love the dress. Second. Don't come over here claws out if you don't know the whole story. No matter how flat you make a pancake it always has two sides. And I'm sure your friends wouldn't like the idea of you cornering someone he's been out with. what twice?  Now you can either sashay, sashay away. Or speak to Gabe like a human and not a dog. You got it, Timmy?"

Wide eyed I looked between the two who stood head to head, nearly the same height, Golden having maybe an itch or two over Dryden in her heels.

Golden took a deep breath, and despite my silent prayer didn't walk away, but relaxed. "You're right. I'm sorry.  Tell me then, why haven't you spoken to Clay then? He really liked you."

Feeling like a guilty idiot I swallowed. "I just.. Look its nothing on him, he's amazing. I just." I couldn't very well tell him that his boyfriend backbit his friend and made me run away. So I got as close to the truth as I could. "I'm just, scared. I really like him, and that scares me."

Pity, that was the first thing that crossed Golden's eyes when I finished talking. "Listen kid. I might be bias, but shoot him a text. He's a great guy and he seemed pretty upset when you didn't get back to him. Now, I've got to go back stage and finish up. Enjoy the show boys."

And with that, she walked away. Blowing a kiss over her shoulder to us and cutting around some people to the stage door.

"Oh man." Dryden said, licking his lips. "I need that man in my life."