Thugs With Tendencies MxM (Staten Krown)

5

Luis "Lopez" Pilar

My block is drenched with passion sometimes. In the summer the block is hot. On my block you're likely to see dudes stopping track just to talk to a girl with a nice ass. My block has more babymamas than wives. My block has perfected the art of short lines for the condoms but long lines for the clinic. On my block for every one wife you get about 5 side chicks. My block has more hookups than lovers.

There's barely any lovers on my block.

There's barely any love on my block.

I look over at Meech. He's a little angel sitting there in this car. There's no place in the world he belongs more than right here in my car right now. He leans his head up against the glass. He breathes so deep that his breath fogs up the glass. I watch him breathe in the corner of my eye. It's such a deep fucking rhythm that after a few seconds we inhale together in silence.

"Should I make a right on this block?" I ask Meech.
He doesn't answer. He just stares out into the darkness, "Shit...sorry. You was supposed to make a left two lights ago."

I stop the car.

I look over at him, "Yo... you OK Meech?"
"Yeah."

"You don't look OK. Listen. I know you going through some shit right now. I lost family too man. I know that shit can be tough or whatever. I know—"
Meech sighs but puts on this tough little face, "I'm not no bitch man. I'm a grown ass man. You ain't Iyanla. Don't need you to fix my life brotha. Just take me home or let me the fuck out. I'll walk."

"Who the fuck you talking to? I'm trying to help your BITCH ASS. Yo fuck you..."

"Man fuck you too."

He's about to get out at that moment. I calm down. I grab him before he gets out of the car. I've never been so soft with someone in my life. I'm shocked by it to be honest. I turn over and look at Meech. He's confused on why I grab him. When he looks back I try to remove any resting asshole expression that I have on my face and seem a little bit more understanding.
"Look. My bad," I tell him, "I'm sorry. I jumped the gun right there. Come back in the car. How about this? You probably want to get your mind off the shooting. I get it. Or whatever. But shorty—you probably just need to drink and chill a little bit."

"I don't got no money."

"I got you," I respond.

He gives me a suspicious look, "Why you being so nice to me?"
It was a simple answer. I'm being nice because you are my future, Meech. If it was a female I would have said that. If it was a female I would have "Kicked game". I'm not going to kick game and flirt with Meech right now. I had too much respect to use some stupid ass line on him. So instead I shrug and just start driving towards the apartment I started renting a few days ago.
"Shit. No reason. I want a drink to," is the reason I give him.

My apartment on the same block as Ty's trap house. Ty wants me to stay close. As soon as Meech walks in the apartment I hustle around to clean up a few things. I hope he doesn't notice the used condoms that I quickly shove in the trashcan or the bottle of lube that I slide into the bar. Meech walks around the house as he walks in. He's looking around.
"You just moved in here?" he asks me.
"Yeah homie," I respond.

I notice that there are some panties on the ground. I had a girl over a few days ago. I didn't fuck her. I ended up kicking her out when I surprisingly couldn't get hard off of the head she was giving me. The whole time I was thinking about Meech for some goddam reason. I was just thinking about how much better it would be if it was Meech instead of her. I even closed my eyes and started imagining it being Meech. It was working until she started moaning and shit. It was a real turn off. I kicked her out and for some reason her panties stayed behind.