↔IMPULSE↔

↔Not Robocop↔

When Blake woke up, it was late at night.

He was laying in bed and glanced down at his tented boxers and sighed, Little Blake was already missing Reese. Blake tucked his hand in his boxers and began to stroke himself, it didn't feel as good as Reese, Reese's hands were bigger and warmer. Blake sighed, he just wanted some relief.

It fucking sucked. He came and felt incredibly unsatisfied, dragging himself from bed to clean himself up. It was a little after eleven, so about eight in California. Blake resisted the urge to call Reese because it made him feel needy so instead he got dressed and left a note on the counter saying he was going to the Blockbuster down the street, the only place of interest nearby.

I was nice and cool outside, spring in New York was nice. It felt weird not being in the city, not biking everywhere or driving his parents' car. He walked into the blue building, a bored employee was sitting behind the counter working on a crossword puzzle, he looked well into his fifties.

Blake skimmed the aisle of action movies, he settled on Robocop and he rented out the movie, walking back to his grandparents' place. He went down to the basement, they television down there was mainly used for Gran's aerobics video's. Closing the door, walking downstairs and putting in the VHS, he plopped down in the beanbag chair and hit play.

Whatever he put on was most definitely NOT Robocop. He was traumatised.

Well, not exactly traumatised, that was a very strong word, but seeing two guys playing tonsil tennis on the screen was off-putting. It was weird to watch, sure, Blake had seen straight porn with some of the other guys in middle school, but gay porn? Who put gay porn in a Robocop case?

It got even more erotic, playing with nipples, before Blake watched one of the guys go down on the other. It was making Blake uncomfortable, this would be a same-sex relationship, this would be him and Reese...No! No, it wouldn't because they weren't going to have sex. A bottle of lube made a cameo and before Blake could react fingers were going up an ass. He cringed and looked away, gay guys really did use there.

Curiosity made him look back at the screen after hearing pleasured moans, the guy who was on the receiving end was flushed and writhing on the bed. Blake turned off the VHS, there was now way playing with your ass felt good, after all, they were just actors.

Blake was just sitting there with a bashful face, his mind wandered and he thought of Reese doing those things. His head nearly exploded, he felt his face go from bashful to damn right mortification. It made things worse that in Blake's mind he was receiving. Damn it, Nikki! Of course, Nikki would be cackling wickedly about her being right he would be a bottom.

He took out the tape and put it back in the case, stashing it in the back of the cabinet and going back to his room. Blake tossed himself on the bed and pulled a pillow over his face. The fantasy of Reese was still dangerously fresh in his mind. He pushed it away and decided to go back to bed.

This would be an interesting two weeks.

At eight, Blake woke up to Gran knocking on his door to wake him up for breakfast. He stretched with a satisfying symphony of cracks, sitting up and yawning before dragging himself out of bed and downstairs for food.

"What movie did you watch last night?"

Blake jumped, "wh-what?" She held up the note he had left when he went to Blockbuster. "Oh, um, Robocop." If only that had been what I watched, Blake thought.

After scarfing down his eggs and bacon, Blake was at the phone dialling Reese. His mom answered, "hello?"

"Um, hi, Winnie, it's Blake. Is Reese home?"

"Oh, Blake! How's New York?" She asked brightly.

Blake leant against the wall, "it's good. Relaxing. I'm sorry, is Reese still asleep? It's really early there."

She sighed, "Reese is in the hospital."

"What?! What happened? Is he okay? Is it serious?"

Winnie laughed, "it's so nice that Reese has a friend like you. He's doing okay, I guess, he broke his wrist yesterday when he fell off the ladder. Doctors said it wasn't too bad of a break, it'll heal in eight weeks or so."

Blake let out the breath he'd been holding. "Can you tell him to call me when you see him?"

"Yeah, absolutely, I was just getting ready to pick him up. Have fun in New York, Blake!"

"Thanks, Winnie. Bye." He hung up and crouched down, hiding his face in his knees.

Gran walked by, "are you okay?"

Blake looked up, "Reese broke his wrist and I'm not there."

Gran patted his head, "I'm sorry, Peanut. You'll see him after next week." Blake raked his fingers through his hair, why did he have to break his wrist now, of all times? Blake wanted to go home. He went back upstairs and pulled out his textbooks, he had to do something that would take his mind off of Reese.

Working on his schoolwork did a good enough job of distracting him, he finished and laid back, his back crying in relief from being hunched over so long. Blake looked over at the nightstand and looked at the photo of Reese, how did that idiot fall off a ladder?

From downstairs, Gran yelled, "Reese is on the phone!" Blake had never ran down a flight of stairs faster. His feet thundering as he ran to the phone.

"Are you okay, Ree-Ree?"

He laughed a little, "I'm fine, although the camping trip is cancelled. I can't surf and getting sand in the cast would fucking blow."

Blake let out a relieved laugh, "how did this happen?"

"I was moving a painting on the wall for Mom and the ladder was wobbly, I leant too far to the right and down I went. You're going to be the first one to sign my cast, privilege of being my best friend. Anything interesting happen in New York yet?"

Picking at a loose string on his pants, "Nah."

"Are you going to play nurse for me when you get back?" He asked suggestively.

His ears turned red, "maybe I will." The silence on the other side of the phone let Blake know he caught him by surprise.

"...will you wear scrubs?" He asked hesitantly.

Oh, he's really trying to push his luck. "If you're a good boy, maybe I'll even give you a sponge bath."

Blake was loving this, Reese let out an uneven breath. Blake could clearly imagine him licking his lips and staring off into space, "God, you're such a tease."

"Only for you. Don't do any other stupid things while I'm gone. Right now, go to bed and take it easy."

"Yes, Nurse Blake, I'll be good boy."

He laughed, "I'll talk to you tomorrow, or call me if anything happens." He hung up and laughed to himself. Blake felt much more relaxed after talking to Reese, he went to the kitchen and got something to snack on, Kool-aid and string cheese.

Gran walked in with dirt covered veggies from her garden, "you look better, how's Reese?"

"He's okay. When's Amelia going to be back?"

"She said that she'll be back at the end of the week. Catching up with her friends," she began washing off her carrots in the sink. "I'm making Shepard's pie for dinner."

"Sounds good," Blake said, "I'm going to the park for a walk." He left Gran to do her thing in the kitchen and pulled on his shoes and left the house. All the grass and trees and children playing in the street was unusual for Blake.

It was an hour or two before sunset, Blake walked to the park, lost in thought. He saw kids playing on the playground, people walking their dogs, girls sitting at picnic tables, guys playing on the field. It was oddly suburban, yet another thing to miss about the city.

Ugh, suburbia.