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It was a quiet evening at Andi's apartment. A few days before Christmas, the snow was falling down onto Toronto. He laid on the couch, listening to Mazzy Star with a joint between his cherry red lips. He waited for Jay to come over, hoping he'd notice "SEXY WHORE" written across his thigh in lipstick. Andi had been fantasizing about Jay licking his thighs and calling him all the wonderful and disgusting things he wanted to be called.
Andi looked down at his exposed midriff, the freckles and his belly button piercing satisfying him. He liked how he used his body as a canvas, selling it out to Jay and only Jay because he was the one he trusted the most. When Matt touched Andi, it always turned into manhandling and spitting and nosebleeds.
He was always aroused when he was around Jay, when he got to sketch Jay naked, when he got to touch and kiss Jay, when he got to say sweetly grotesque things to Jay, when he got to be with Jay. Jay was in Andi's veins now, every thought in Andi's mind about Jay. Jay, Bird, Jaybird, Jay, Bird, Jaybird on repeat like a broken record in Andi's mind. God, how he needed Jay like he needed water and oxygen.
Unaware of how deep into his latest fantasy he was, Andi heard Jay's voice and the door close. He remained laying down on his back, looking at Jay with parted lips. He had made a decent attempt at puppy liner and applied 3 layers of mascara onto his curled lashes. He was what Matt deemed a "ladyboy". Andi only allowed Jay to call him horrible things like that, and it upset him when Matt began spitting them out in a derogatory manner.
"Wow, I-" "I'm hot, right, Jaybird?" Andi watched as Jay hung his coat by the door, a confused expression on his face as he approached Andi on the couch.
"What's this?" Jay asked as he ran his hand on Andi's supple thigh, tracing the lipsticked letters.
"That's what you call me." "I've never called you that before, have I?" Jay's eyes were deep and concerned, looking at Andi's tired face and watching the smoke drift from the joint that now laid inbetween Andi's fingers.
Jay unbuttoned his henley, unaware of how desperate Andi was to get laid. Andi had drank several beers before smoking his joint, so the effects of the intoxication led him in a wonderland of ecstasy and yearning for human touch. A moan trickled out from Andi's lips as Jay rubbed his temples, trying to figure out what to do with Andi. "Fuck me. Sweet and hard." slipped from Andi's cherry-stained lips, Jay's eyes widening.
Jay's hand slipped under Andi's leather skirt, Andi moaning breathily. His shaggy dirty blonde hair fell over his shoulders and Jay ran his thumb along Andi's clavicle. Andi had needed this for so long and he felt like he had died and gone to heaven when Jay touched him where he wanted to be touched.
"Do you like this?" Jay's voice had a shake in it as his fingers slipped under the waistband of Andi's underwear.
Andi could only reply with a moan as Jay ran his hands through Andi's blonde locks. Andi let out a whine as Jay leaned in, kissing him gently. The kiss wasn't what Andi wanted from Jay. He wanted a French kiss. But he couldn't correct Jay now. Andi felt nauseous and dizzy as Jay kissed his midriff. Fuck, am I dying? That was what Andi asked himself all the time.
Andi tugged on the sleeve of Jay's shirt weakly, whining and whining as a signal of discomfort.
"What's going on?" Jay's head sprung up, a worried look on his as Andi rubbed his eyes.
Andi could barely get out his words as he rebounded into Jay, slinging his head over Jay's shoulder like a child. Jay was at a loss, confused on what he should do. Naturally, he rubbed Andi's back and comforted him until he let go. Andi stretched out on the couch, rolling onto his back as Jay stood up. The lipstick on Andi's thigh was smeared and the letters were distorted and Jay's palm had been stained red from the lipstick.
"Are you feeling okay? I don't think we should be fooling around if you don't feel well." Jay scratched his head, awkwardly standing by the cluttered coffee table.
"I dunnooooooo...." Andi slurred, rolling around on the couch in a struggle to find a comfortable position.
"I'll get you some water and see if there's any ibuprofen." Jay walked into the kitchen, filling up a glass with tap water and grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen from a cabinet.
He set the glass and pill bottle onto the table, looking at Andi fearfully. Andi looked like a disaster, lipstick smeared on his thigh, hair in his eyes, skirt slipping off his hips, and the strap of his bralette sliding off his shoulder. God, Jay really did care about Andi.
He sat down on the arm of the couch, brushing the hair out from Andi's eyes. There he was, hiding behind mascara and eyeliner in plain sight. Andi looked up at Jay, who caressed his cheek.
"You're so beautiful." Jay whispered to Andi, who gave a lopsided cherry-tinted grin.
Andi laid his head on Jay's thigh as Jay grabbed the glass of water from the table. He gently lifted up Andi's head, bringing the rim of the glass to the younger's lips. The water flowed back Andi's throat like some kind of holy liquid, replenishing him from his drunkenness. Jay took 2 pills of ibuprofen and gave them to Andi, who took them with a shaky hand and kicked it back with the water. Andi sighed as he laid his head back down on Jay's thigh, Jay playing with the soft golden locks.
"You'll see me on Christmas, right?"
"Of course, Andi."