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His honda smelled weird today or was it just him? He was always clean, smelled like a damn cloud unlike Dylan, who barely even washed his hair half the time now. Poor ugly baby…
"We got the guns" he said all serious like this was supposed to surprise me. " I have 5 more months." Eric almost looked sad.
"You mean us? I’m coming with you."
That made him snap his voice rising and irritation practically seeping out of his pores. "I’ve told you a million times: it’s a two-man war. It’s Reb and Vodka." There was this finality in his voice but I didn’t give a fuck. Why would I?
"I could always fuck Dylan, he'd take me and drop you." His hand on my thigh clenched painfully, eyes flashing with something close to hate.
"And I could always kill you." Even he didn’t sound convinced, which made me laugh.
"I could always tell your dad, pigs, DeAngelis."
He looked like he was caught between strangling me or kissing me. This time, he chose a mix of both, a brutal, forceful kiss his hand tight around my neck. Exactly how I liked it.
"Is that why it smells in here? You been sweating all day over the guns or was Dylan’s stinky ass here?"
That made him smirk and shake his head. "I’ve never met anyone as stupid as you. And that’s exactly why I’m not taking you."
I didn’t believe him. There was no chance he'd leave me behind.
I tried to get him hard, sucked on his fingers but nothing. Instead he dropped me off, and before slamming his car door, I told him, "Fine. I will go watch Reservoir dogs with Dylan for the millionth time and jerk him off."
Dylan was a pussy, always had been. Blushing when we all first watched porn together, almost fainting when after a bottle of aftershock I flashed both of them and straight out refusing to touch them. Eric told him hes a boring faggot and happily played with both. But that one time Dylan stayed, he stayed and watched me blow Eric. I know he was hard as fuck but maybe it was Eric's dick that did it for him.
The next day after that Dylan gave me chips ahoy and a pat on my head, like I was a dog and it was his way of a "good boy"