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The cold breeze of this may night ran through my legs as I saw him running towards us, a smile escaped from my lips when I recognized that black as jet dyed hair.
– You are always late, Mary!– Jens yelled at that running guy with that old Morbid Angel tank top that used to be a tee, while I waved my hand at him.
–Fuck you, man!– Mary said heavily breathing with a sweet giggle and his hands on his knees. He was wearing his messy makeup, and a few stips of fake blood were running down from this scalp to his cheeks.
–Dude, we told you we were going to be here at ten. It is almost eleven.– Cecilia said annoyed –We should tell you to come an hour earlier so you are on time.– She added taking her point-and-shoot camera from one of the inner pockets of her old battle jacket. –Stay still.– Cecilia giggled after a sigh and, before Mary could react, the strong light of flash drowned the scene as a low "click" made its way.
–Aw, fuck!– Mary laughed. – You brought it?– He asked extending his hand towards Cecilia, asking for her camera.
–Of course! I want to take some cool pics of Jen—sorry, "Mortem" – She corrected herself mid-sentence.
–Cool, that kicks ass...– Mary said examinating the artifact.
That's one of the two reasons we are here. Jens, also known as Mortem, had a show with his band "Fire from below". None of us thought those were good names, but he was a pretty good musician.
The second reason we were here, at "The devil's throat (bar, food and lounge)", was just to fuck around, like always. Mary, Cecilia, Jens and I are friends since first grade. We share our love for music, our love for arts, and our love to spend days and nights together. Specially Mr. Mary Von Goore and I, we are the closest of the four. He is my best friend, he is everything for me, and I have a crush on him.
I wish I didn't though, I knew he wasn't into me in that way, he is more of a womanizer —on the outside, since he is always the first one to catch feelings— and I am more of a "Hey, let's watch this movie I got and eat some pizza or, I don't know, fucking pasta or something." Also, I know if I tell him I might like him in other way than in a friendly way, our thirteen year old friendship would change forever and, hey, what if it doesn't just change but fucking dies? What if he thinks I'm a weirdo? What if—
A strong white light flashes on my face bringing me back to reality.
–Are you back from space, cupcake?– Mary asked, he just took a picture of my thinking face. I smile at him and, at the same time, fake an angry face.
–I think planet still needs me.– I reply making him smile.
–We should get going.– Cecilia said taking her camera from Mary's hands.
–Yeah, we should get something to eat before the show too.– I agree as we walk into the bar. Cecilia and Jens leading the way, Mary and I behind them.
–Do you have a lighter, Goore?– Jens asked turning his body to look at us and walking backwards.
–As always.– Mary replied and grabbed this yellow lighter from one of the chest pockets of his vest.– You should get yourself a lighter though, asshole.– He added as he handed Jens the lighter with a cocky smile.
–That's why I'm asking you for one.– Jens smirked with a cigarette on his mouth and turning his body to look at his way making me giggle.
–Fucker...– Mary sighed.
As soon as we got inside the devil's throat (bar, food and lounge) —I love to call it by its full name— The strong yet sweet smell of pot, and the loud music of the band that was playing live hugged us in the most welcoming way ever. We got ourselves some beers and sat on one of the tables, like always, we quickly look at each other trying to find who is going to be the sacrifice.
–Who is going to get the food?– I ask trying to be as clear as water about me not being that person.
–You and Goore.– Jens quickly says and Cecilia jokingly slaps his arm as I laugh in the most obviously fake way I could.
–No, no, I'm not going to get anybody's food.– Mary said lying his back on the back of the chair and crossing his legs.
–But you never get our food, Goore.– Jens remarked.
–Exactly, I never do it, and I'll never do it.– Mary said bringing his hands to the back of his head as if he was on the beach.
–I swear to Go–
–Let's do this.– Cecilia interrupted Jens.– Jens and me will get our food, but you guys will take us home.
–Deal.– I smile.
–You bet.– Mary agrees at the same time.
Jens and Cecilia stood up and left after our agreement, leaving Mary and me alone.
I look around us trying to shake off my head all of these ideas of me and Mary. This place was quite dark, the only light around us was blue, it came from the stage behind Mary, forming an halo like aura around his head not helping at all. On the walls, all you could see was posters and stickers of the bands that came to play here, including Repugnant, Mary Goore's band.
–Look!– I smile pointing at the Repugnant sticker.– A Repugnant sticker!
–Oh, yeah!– He giggled –I put it there a few weeks ago.
–Cool!– I smile at him, he was smiling too.
The way he always smiled at me made my heart ache, the way his eyes glowed between that fake blood and death metal music made me want to fuck everything and try to kiss him, but all what we have been through as friends made me stop right there and remember that, no, we are just friends.
–What is your plan for today's evening, cupcake?– Mare asked, I thought in silence for a second.
–Probably get fucked.– I answer and he opens his eyes surprised for a second, and then broke a laugh that made me realize how bad that sounded.– I meant— like— get drunk as fuck!– I correct myself laughing with him.
–And get fucked.– He added putting his hand on my shoulder. His hands were always warm.
–I mean, It wouldn't be bad...– I admit rolling my eyes and taking a sip of beer.
–To get fucked?– Mare asks trying to confirm what I'm saying, I nod and he bends back again.– I didn't expect you to say something like that so early, my beloved ____.– He admits jokingly.
–I know you always think the same, Mare.– I joked looking at him sideways.
–You know I always think the same.– He smiled and drank a bit of his beer. I look at the band that was playing and then look back at him.
–What are your plans?– I ask looking at him and crossing my legs.
–Get fucked.– He replies giving me a cocky smile making me giggle.– Or maybe, well, probably fuck it up.– Mare admitted.
–What do you mean?– I ask raising a brow, he raises his shoulders looking behind me.
–I don't know, you will know if I fuck it up or not when the time comes.– He quickly replied. –Well hello!
–We got our food, but the clerk said that if you shit again on the sink he will make you eat it, Goore.– Jens said with a devilish smile, Mary laughed at it.– You better calm down today, asshole.
So maybe that's what he meant with fuck it up, right?
–One more! Do one more!– Mary screamed lying on my legs
We were on the table, after a burger and a lot of beer, like a real lot of beer, Mary was finally drunk. Me? Fucked, thankfully. Fire From Below was on stage, but we couldn't be there since, well, we were the drunkest of them all and Mary had to be a nice boy.
–Satan, give us po– I quickly grab him by his cheeks, squeezing his mouth to shut him.
–Mare!– I laugh.– That's not the song they are playing right now!– I add letting his face go making him laugh.
–Fuck, it isn't?–He was laughing so bad that tears came down his eyes, until, well, he wasn't laughing anymore but crying.
–Mary?– I ask worried as he sat on the chair, he nods grabbing a cigarette from the box that was on the table and lighting it with his—or maybe Jens'— lighter.
–Yeah, it is just...– His voice was shaking a bit as he exhaled the smoke of that cigarette.– I'm really comfortable with you, and– He sobs as he chuckled.– we were friends for so long and—and I love the way you smile at me when I'm approaching you even though I'm always like an hour late and you are the only one that smiles at me...– He cleans one of his tears in vain, and continues– You are the most important person I know, like, I don't understand how you are still talking with me and—and I'm so in love with you— Mary said looking at me for a second and then closing his eyes. I was shocked.– Like, fuck!– He covered his face with his hands and sobed.– You turn me on so fucking much, but at the same time I want to spend my free nights with you and walk down the street to buy the cheapest microwave popcorn and watch Halloween with you while we say "Damn, this is the worst microwave popcorn I have ever eaten! " and then when your mom comes from work scape through your windows.– He giggled at his own words making me smile a bit. – but at the same time I want to hear you screaming my name and feel you and— I love you, ____.– He finally admitted looking at me. His makeup was messier than ever and the fake blood was on his neck and all over the place.
I didn't know what to say, am I dreaming? All I could hear was the music and my heartbeats telling me "Fuck it up"
I put my hand on one of his shoulders and slowly approached his lips closing my eyes, the last thing I saw was the blue lights turning red, and then our lips were together. I could feel it was a kiss both of us wanted and needed, and because of that we wanted to fully enjoy it.
After a few seconds we broke that kiss, but keep out lips touching.
–I wish I could tell you for how long I wanted this.– I muttered making him smile.
–Not for longer than me.— He replied in the same tone as me, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him.
We kissed again, this time was violent, as we both realized that we could kiss again and again, and it wasn't a one time exclusive. He carefully opened his mouth, as the fast drums made our hearts go quicker, I opened mine giving him permission to enter. Our tongues battled, trying to define which one was stronger as I got closer to him. I cut our kiss for a second, so I could sit on his lap, with my knees at his sides and my skirt doing it best to cover my ass. I was glad we were on the darker area of the bar.
I hugged his neck and continued the make out session as he caressed my hips, like he was waiting for doing that for a long, long time.
–How many times did you imagine yourself doing that?– I ask when he broke up our kiss to go down to my neck.
–Every single time I saw you I was thinking about how hot would you look on my bed.– He admitted making me smile.
–Oh, yeah?– I ask tempting him as I caress his hair and his hands go lower to my ass.
He replied biting my neck and giving me shivers.
–What else?– I whisper trying to get as closer as I could, even though I was on his lap.
–I wanted to taste your skin.– He said kissing me behind one of my ears. –I wanted to hear you begging for more, being a good girl...– He continued as his hands made their way to my underwear.
–Oh, yeah?– I whine in a sigh as soon as I felt his hands trying to get under my underwear.
–Yeah...– Mary whispered as I grabbed his belt buckle trying to get him closer to me. He looked at me, raising his chin a little, showing me a little bloody smile as I unbuckled his belt to make my way into his pants.
–Did you thought about this?– I asked now unbottoning his pants.
–Oh, cupcake, every night.– He smiled until I gave him a slow stoke, making him change his expression to one of ecstasy.
I continued stoking his dick and approached his neck to bite it and lick it. I couldn't believe the sour taste of fake blood could make me that horny.
Mary's throat vibrated when a sweet yet low moan made him throw his head back as he squeezed my ass.
I smiled and continued, until the strong grip if his hand grabbing my wrist brought me back to reality.
–Let's go to the bathroom.– Mary said looking at me in the eyes, he wasn't joking.
–Let's go.– I smile at him and stood up as he buttoned his pants.