This Was My Life

I Want You

So sorry for the delay, dudes! This one's been a bitch to write but at last it's here!  

Junior

I barely remember how I got home. All I know is that I got back, certainly not in the shape to drive like I just had, and collapsed on my bed. Dave... I was at Dave's. And something happened. He kissed me, didn't he? Oh shit, he did! I ran my fingers over my lips and smiled to myself. And he said he'd meet me tomorrow, which is today! It was what, nine o'clock, ten? I looked at the clock next to the bed. Ten. Fuck, I need some water. I splashed my face with some from the bathroom sink, and before I knew it I was lapping it from my hands like a dog. As I was drying off, the phone rang. "Junior?" It was Dave! "Junior, you up yet, man?" "Barely." My knees were weak at the sound of his voice. "How about I pick you up today, huh?" Does he remember? He must if he was asking me. "Uh, I'd love that." God, why do I sound so stupid? "Hm... wanna touch your hair again." Now I must've been turning red. "Daveeee."  "What? You thought I forgot about yesterday? No such luck. So what time? Five?" I stuttered before answering. "Yeah, uh, sure." Dave was trying to stifle his laughter on the other side of the line. "What?" He tried to speak through his muffled wheezing. "You...You're....Juni....", and then another laughing fit. "You're so fucking nervous! It took you like, a minute to answer me!" A minute? Was it really that long? "Oh." This was slightly embarrassing. "I'll see you later, Junior." "See ya." Fuck! Did Dave just more or less ask me out? Dave, who'd slander any guy that would show nominal signs of being gay with being a fucking homo loser? This whole thing is starting to make less and less sense. I have Dave exactly where I want him, but I'm starting to realize this may not be what I was expecting. It's too late to turn back now, right? Shit, I'm fucking hungry. I opened the fridge to be welcomed by a case of beer and withered ham sandwich. Beggars can't be choosers, so I forced it down. Still hungry. I don't want to wait another seven hours until Dave comes to eat. There's a McDonald's down the street, and while their food isn't the highest of quality, it's certainly filling and delightfully cheap. I got my sneakers on and headed out the door. Man, there sure is something satisfying about living in the big city. Everything's so close but yet there's so much of it. I was snapped out of my daydream when the smell of partially burnt oil and burgers wafted into the sidewalk from the nearby red and yellow building. My mouth watered at the thought of a juicy burger and sickeningly salty fries. After ordering, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander back to Dave. I mean, this was actually happening. Shit. Dave fucking Mustaine said he'd be all over me. He was all over me. It seemed like a minute later I was out the door. Guess they call it fast food for a reason, huh? I have a bit of practicing to do once I get home, that should keep me busy until Dave comes. Except I found myself spending half that time thinking about him. Time well spent. Hah. I laid my head down on my pillow for just a moment and then heard a knock on the door. Oh shit, I hadn't even showered today, and I was wearing the same clothes that I had yesterday. I opened up and as I expected, there was Dave, in all his six foot, firey glory. "You didn't change?" He noticed. "No, I forgot to. I should probably get something else o-" "No, don't! I mean, if you don't want to. You look great, I was just asking. Yeah, you look great." So he does like the jacket like this. I'll keep a note of that. "You ready?" "Dave, I'm always ready." That sounded fucking dumb. Dave stopped and started laughing, again. "Always ready my ass, Junior. C'mon." And like the pitiful, lovestruck puppy I was, I followed him down the stairs to his car. 

Dave

Everything was going well until I ordered a round of eight shots and dared Junior to down them in less than 15 seconds. After the fifth one he slammed his head into the bar. "Dave, I can't. I've had too much." What a wuss. "Loser. I'll finish them." I've had more than my fair share to drink as well and what was left of Junior's stuff had done me in. My head was spinning and each time I moved my head the ground moved with it. "Juunniorrrr." I could see him laughing miserably, trying to stand straight. "I don't feel good. I'm gonna go outside." Where everyone will see how wasted he is? "I'll come with you."  He fell into the door and held it open for me. I pulled a mashed box of cigarettes out of my back pocket. "Want one?" They were barley intact, the tobacco crumbling out of the paper. "Only if we share it." So we're playing that game? "Fine by me. Here." I handed one to him and dug around for a lighter. After a few tries and nearly burning my hand off, I was able to get it to light. Junior took a drag and gave it to me. "Nothing like a smoke after a shit ton of booze." I could only groan in response. Not because I felt sick, but because all I wanted to do was push Junior up against that wall. A couple minutes of passing it between us and it was finished. He leaned his head onto my shoulder and whispered something I couldn't really make out. Holy shit, I could feel his breath on my neck. Suddenly his name slipped out of my mouth. "Wha?" Without intention I mumbled it again. "What do you want from me, Davey?" Oh, Junior. You can't even imagine. "I want you." He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled himself closer. "Me?" "Yeah." I couldn't help myself any longer. My lips were on top of his and I had him pinned to the wall. "Dave..." Oh God, I want him more than ever now. But a car speeding by snapped me out my dream. We were pretty much in plain sight, nothing more than the shadow of the wall and the commencing darkness shielding us from the view of everyone who passed. "The car.", was all I managed to say in between breaths. Junior stumbled behind me, holding onto my arm. Fumbling to get the passenger door unlocked, I finally got it open and shoved him in. I followed soon after, seating myself on his lap. He reached out for my hair and twirled a strand on his finger. "You have such beautiful hair, Dave. Almost as beautiful as youuuuu.", he murmured. I chuckled at his comment before leaning down to kiss him again. We were pressed together now, and I could feel the vibrations of his shaky breaths. Junior's hand found its way behind my head, tugging my hair and pulling me further into him. Time lost its meaning instantly, and I couldn't even begin to think how long we'd been in there, sloppily exchanging kisses. I reached down to pet the soft skin that was covered by his jacket, and my hand quickly moved from his collarbone to just above his belt. When I brushed over below the belt, though, he pushed me back. "Dave, no." "But-" "No. We can't do that." Well shit. Where's the fun in that? "Aw Junior, I wasn't gonna hurt you." He fidgeted a little and looked away from me. "You know we shouldn't be doing this." Of course I know that. "Yeah." But that didn't matter. What mattered was making Junior mine. "I don't care about that, Junior. I care about you."