Turning Points

Chapter 7: Limbo

'Witchdoctors in Bangkok' Gun typed into Google. Damnit all that came up was horror movies and songs. Apparently there was a club called 'Witches in Bangkok'. Damn it sounded lit, but unfortunately that was not going to solve his problem right now.

Obviously Papi had been possessed and whatever black magic had affected him, Gun was getting affected by its residual effects. The man he was  currently seated next to on the bus was not Papi. He may look like Papi and  still acted like a big asshole like Papi but he was definitely not Papi.

Papi doesn't softly blow on Gun's ears to wake him up in the morning . Papi doesn't miss his daily morning jogs so that he can stay in bed to cuddle Gun for longer. And Papi certainly wasn't water conscious enough that he would offer to share a shower with Gun to save water and then offer Gun a 'Helping Hand' in said shower! Gun had almost brained himself when Papi had surprised him in the shower. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier today.

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"Why is your shower taking so long?" A voice said  behind Gun as he was about to lather his hair with some shampoo. Gun was so startled that he raised  his hands in a defensive stance and spun around ready to fend off his attacker, no one would mess with this short guy. Gun however spun too quickly and slipped on the wet shower floor. Luckily Papi caught him before his head could hit the shower taps, although Gun wasn't so sure that it was lucky that Papi caught him since Papi had been the cause of the near death experience in the first place!

"How can you be so clumsy all the time," Papi said as he helped Gun savely back on his feet scolding Gun like he was a little kid. Gun was so furious he could only glare at Papi in disbelief.

"I thought you'd be used to my good looks by now but if you want to carry on staring at me help yourself, can you just move out of the way I need to wet my hair."Papi said ever so casually like this was something they did on a daily basis.

Gun couldn't help but stomp his leg in annoyance as Papi ignored him and reached for Guns shampoo on the tiny metal rack that was usually in showers to hold all your sanitary products. "Oiiiii Gun why do you have so many shampoos?" Papi asked as he read the labels on the bottles. Gun had been standing in front of the metal rack and the shower barely fit both of them so Papi had to  stand really close to Gun so he could reach the shampoos. So close that Gun was basically breathing on Papi's chest. Papi's very well defined chest.

Gun couldn't help but look down Papi's body as Papi carried on reading the shampoo bottles above his head. All those morning jogs must be paying off because damn Papi was fit. He said this as one straight guy objectively admiring another straight guy of course. Papi didn't have a six pack or anything but it was evident that he worked out. His chest and stomach were toned and he had a well defined V-line which Gun was envious of. Gun wasn't fat or anything, it was actually very hard for him to gain weight. His stomach was flat but he definitely didn't have a well defined V-line like Papi and probably wasn't as toned as Papi.

Gun followed Papi's V-line and it lead the way to a fully erect penis. That made Gun come back to his senses again. "Papi why are you interrupting my shower!" Gun huffed in annoyance looking up so he could look Papi in the eye so he could see the extent of just how not okay Gun was with all of this.

"You were taking so long!" Papi huffed out in indignation. "Plus don't you read the news? Our planet is going to run out of fresh water by the year 2050, that's only 31 years from now! We all have to do our part to conserve water even if it includes sharing showers. Do you want your children and grandchildren to grow up without free access to fresh water huh? How gruel can you be Gun? " Papi rambled on making an innocent face probably trying to look like a concerned citizen.