Precious

Obsidian

Jesse loved these days.  He loved being able to just lounge around in his arms.  He didn't know if the guy was actually sleep or just pretending.  Maybe he loved it too.  Either way, he never wanted it to end.  Jesse's head shifted a bit, moving closer over his heart, listening to the rhythmic beating and the deep breathing.  It was music to his ears.  He never knew he could love someone so much and be so at peace. The contrast between them would have been kind of funny if he didn't love that too.  Jesse was pale, one part strong sunscreen, another part avoiding the sun anyways, and yet another part makeup.  He liked being a porcelain doll, thin and well toned.  The guy, on the other hand, was tanned, obviously well muscled, and quite a ways taller.  Jesse shaved, while the guy had a light dusting of hair on his chest and forearms, and a trail right down the middle of his abs, going further down.  From what Jesse could tell, they were both naked, and that somehow made the dream just a bit more pleasant for him.

That is, until something interrupted the rhythm.  The breathing and the heartbeat both abrubtly stopped, with a sharp silence.  There was no more movement, and Jesse's eyes slowly opened as he tilted his head upward.  Further and further he looked up, from that perfect pectoral, up the shapely collarbone, to that neck marked with a tattoo.  He recoiled as he looked on, and saw Drew's forehead was rotting and partially removed, completely blown off by a shotgun shell.

He woke up screaming, fists curled up in the sheets and with a wet face and crotch.  Tears and sweat had mingled together, making a difficult path to tell apart.  There was a grumpy groan in the other room.  Looking around, he realized he had no clue where the fuck he was.  Slightly blind, he reached over towards a bedside table, hearing the wrustling and crinkling as wrappers hit the floor, and grimmacing lightly as his hand hit something wet.  Was that spilled lube?  He looked underneath the sheets, realizing that it had to have been, since Jesse never really slept nude.  That groaning again, and the realization that it wasn't coming from another room, but from the other side of the bed.  Well, the floor from the other side of the bed.

Taking a chance and peeking over, he grimaced again and wiped off crusted dried blood from under his nose.  The sap looked like a six-pack.  Not that he had a six-pack, mind you, but it probably took that much tequila to make him look attractive.  Granted, Jesse remembered enough of last night to know he probably didn't need the entire six-pack to find the guy attractive.  He was pretty sure he was fucked up way before that.  Either way, it was definitely time to get the hell out of there.  With practiced ease, he slid out of the bed, walking about on his tip-toes.  The motion came too naturally to him.  Amongst the strewn clothes making almost a straight line towards the bed, he easily picked out his own.  At least what he thought was his.  A few times he wondered if he'd started stripping at the club again.  Only a few moments later, he was slipping his clothes on with one arm while checking his phone with the other, and didn't even look as he dialed the number.

"So, end up with the hottie or the nottie?"  A female voice spoke to him, slightly graveled with unuse and cigarette smoke.

Jesse could only smirk, that was his Amber, "Well, I ended up with someone not on the list.  Not quite a nottie but definitely not a hottie."

As he spoke, he frowned a bit, especially as he continued walking.  Jesse paid no mind to the people on the street, as he stepped out of the apartment complex and kept right on walking.  He got used to stares a long time ago.  A skinny frame in clothes seemingly painted on while simultaneously being ripped in some areas to show off thigh or ass.  His shirts often said obscene things on them such as today's charming example of 'Cunt Punch Official'.  The hair having been through the Skittles spectrum had settled on a unique shade of toxic green, highlighted by turquioise, and accented with cold hard cash.