Falling for my Homie

We Live in a Society

We live in a society in which close, long time homies can realize their repressed feelings for each other. This is the tale of the skinny, sexy, but short, deep voiced Agustin and the hidden twinkle in his eye, the handsome, fashionable, fashionably beared, his homie, Salim. The two bois had known each other since they were kids. They loved each other, just as friends, until now. 

After a long, long, long, long, long, long basketball session that Salim did not attend, cause that boi be lazy as fuck, Agustin returned to the pair's shared apartment in downtown Madrid. He throws his gym bag to the floor with dominant strength from his muscular body as he walked through the door of the apartment. The sound makes Salim jump. He sits up on the couch he was comfortably laying on. Agustin notices a behind the scenes on Isaiah Thomas' Sports Illustrated nude photoshoot playing on the TV. Salim looks at Agus.

"Is everything alright, my boi?" He asks.

"Nah, nothing. Today just wasn't my day," Agustin responds.

"Oh, okay then. Come sit down," Salim says while moving more to one side of the couch and patting the empty space, inviting Agustin to sit down. Agustin sighs a long and deep sigh. As he walks towards the couch Salim realizes he hasn't stopped look at Agus' abs through his wet shirt. Salim blushes and panics as he starts questioning in his mind if his homie noticed. 

Agustin falls to his seat with a light thud (cause he's light as fuck). "Imma put something else on."

"Oh, yeah. Go for it, bro," Salim tells him. Agustin goes through netflix and pulls up a show. Salim stares at it a little and tilts his head. "What the fuck is this shit?" 

"It's a show about two college roommates that end up falling in love," Agustin lectures.

"Sounds like a yikes, my dude," Salim responds.

"You wouldn't get it," Agustin snaps back, slightly annoyed. 

Salim takes a second to muster up the courage to say what he is about to say. He hypes himself up by rapping Nuketown by Juice Wrld in his head. "But I want to," he tells him looking at him in the eyes. Salim leans his head and rests it on Agustin's hard, sharp, broad shoulders. Still, the warmth is very comfortable for Salim. The two stay like that for hours. Agustin's phone goes off. The two bois finally come apart and they have a little giggle about the soreness they have. Agustin quickly glances at his phone.

"Meh, it's only Deidrik," Agustin informs.

"El mero mero," Salim laughs. He stops when he notices Agustin trying to stretch his back. "You good, bro?" 

"Just sore is all," Agustin says.

"Um. Maybe I can help," Salim says sheepishly.

"How would you help-" Agustin interrupts himself with a moan as Salim rubs each of his shoulders. Agustin was impressed with how well Salim could do this. "Can I get UUUUHHHH, good massage please?" 

"Anything for you, my guy," Salim says, laughing at Agustin's totally original, not at all worn out joke. 

"It'd be better if I took my shirt off," Agustin says and with not much other warning he pops his top off. Little did he know Salim was hoping for this to happen. It only took a matter of a few seconds, but to Salim each millisecond was more intense than the last, the next one more anticipated than the present one and each one was better than Salim could've imagined as Agustin's muscular and broad was revealed bit by bit. Salim tries to come back to after losing himself in the details of Agustin's back. Salim slides his hands down from Agustin's shoulders and feels the lines in his back with his fingers. He doesn't let this moment slip away to carefully caress every centimetre of Agus' back.

"Hey, I'm gonna get up," Agustin warns. Salim reluctantly pulls his hands back. Agustin goes to the kitchen and serves himself a cup of iced tea. "You want some?"

"Yeah, sure," Salim says and he gets up to go pick it up. Agustin serves a second cup. As Salim reaches for it, Agustin throws the iced tea all over Salim, completely drenching him.

"And I oop," Agustin says jokingly. "Seems like you gotta take that off." He smirks, "let me help you with that."

Agustin pulls Salim from the hips, with his hands ready to pull Salim's shirt off. Which he does.

Salim is taken aback.

"Dude, no! I'm all hairy and shit," he says trying to hide himself with his hands.

"I think it looks good," Agustin assures him, then pours the second cup of iced tea on Salim. Now Salim was all wet. His chest hair almost glistening. Still close up to each other they stand there, eyes locked, the world around them a blur, their heartbeats rushing, the person in front of them glowing. They stood there, still, captivated.

Cla, clink. The door goes as Deidrik walks in on them.

"Guys I tried messaging you, but-" he stands there, witness to the strange scene in front of him. "Oh, I'm sorry." He closes the door and leaves.

"Wait, Deidrik!" Agustin calls out while putting on a shirt and trying to think of an explanation for what he saw. He runs out.

Salim is left there. He thinks of the exhilaration he just felt. But the awkwardness sits in.