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“ALEX!!!!!!! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!”
“John, it’s just a guy’s night out. And there’s something called being fashionably late. You of all people should know, Laur-Laur.’’
“To hell with you, Alex. I hate when you’re right.” John thought. He was right, but still, John made a conscious effort to get Alex’s sorry ass out of his suede writing chair. He really does write like he’s running out of time, but it’s about time he took a break. Tonight was going to be ‘The Guy’s Night of all Guy’s Nights.’ as Herc and Laffy had said. Alex and John planned to meet at the bar with the two of them by 9:30, and spend the entire night getting drunk and going to different bars. They said it was called-- what’s it called?-- bar-hopping. Now that he thought about it, it’s really more of a double date than a guy’s night out. Still, what better way for two gay couples to hang out than have a double date/ guy’s night? Shit, it’s 7:45, and Alex is still writing.
“Alex, are you ready?”
“I’m busy, Laur-Laur.” Alex turned around to see John half dressed, shirtless, freckled chest and all. Hair up as usual. His right elbow was on the wall, the other hand on his hips.
“WOAHWHATTHEFUCKLAURENSWHYAREYOUSODAMNSEXYAGHHHHSHITICANTTAKEITANYMORE.” Alex thought in his head, of course. Alex started blushing.
“Ummm...John, we’re gonna do this now? Well, I guess if you don’t want to go with the others,” Alex said out loud. He got up and walked towards Laurens. He cornered him and put his hands on the wall beside him, looking very seductive as usual.
“We could have our own guys night~,” Alex said with a wink.
“Maybe later,” John said. Alex couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
“Whatever. Just leave me to write.” Alex said sternly. He walked back to his chair. John followed him.
“How do you write every second you’re alive?” John plopped himself in the chair next to Alex’s. He put his head on Alex’s shoulder and stared at him with those puppy dog eyes Alex hates. “Goddamnit John, how are you so sexy and so adorable at the same time?” Alex thought to himself.
“I write to stay alive. Writing’s the one thing that keeps me alive. It makes me want to stay alive, you know? Writing is basically the reason I’m alive.” Alex said.
“You’ve said the same thing about me, Alex. You’ve said that about many things.”
“Because I love them all. Can’t a guy love more than one thing?” John pondered Alex’s words. ‘Can’t a guy love more than one thing?’ John got sudden suspicions. What if Alex is cheating on him? What if he always writes because he loves to write more than he loves me? As if he read his mind, Alex replied, “Laur-Laur, you worry too much. I’ll always love you the most, babe.” John still gave Alex that stare he didn’t like. It was something about those eyes that always had him helpless. It was like he couldn’t ignore him, no matter what.
“John, don’t give me those damn puppy eyes. You know I don’t like them…”
“Alex, pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase? If you don’t go, I’m gonna be a third wheel. Again.”
“I’ve never left you to be a third wheel.”
“Yes, you have! The last time you didn’t go, you left me alone with Herc and Laffy, and they were making out on my lap when we went to their house!”
“That’s Mullette for ya. A bunch of pick-up lines, drinking, and making out non-stop. You’re right, I shouldn’t have left you with that.”
“So will you go now?”
“Ughhhhhhhhh….” Alex knew John was probably going to win this.
“Please?”
“Jooohhhhhhhhn…”
“I have a little surprise, for you when we get back home if you know what I mean. WINK WINK.”
“Waitwhatdidyoujustsay?”
“But, if you don’t want to go then…”
“JOHN, GET YOUR ASS UP! BAR-HOPPING WE WILL GO! WE HAVE THIRTY MINUTES!”
John had a way of making offers Alex couldn’t refuse, and midnight sex, or close-to-midnight sex, considering they would probably be home by 11:30, was one of them. John only kept his promises sometimes, he just wants Alex to do what he says. Still, Alex agreed with pure enthusiasm and frustration. They got dressed, made out for about three minutes, which their shortest make out time ever, and walked to the bar where they were planning to meet, the bar where they first became friends.
“John, how do you do it?”
“Do what?’’ John replied although he was pretty sure he knew what Alex was talking about.
“How do you make me physically, mentally, and psychologically unable to say no to you?”
“I think you just need to grow a spine.”
“Excuse Moi? John- middle name- Laurens I will have you know I have plenty of spine.”
“Can you buy those $250 pants you said you’d buy me?” John asked making those puppy eyes again.
“Mmmmmmmm… OK. Anything for you, babe~ Wait a minute… FUCK!” John snickered to himself. Alex was frustrated. “ Why can’t I say no to him?!” was a constant question that Alex asked himself. He did admit, Laurens had made him soft, but no matter what, he couldn’t seem to turn him down for anything
“See?”
“Maybe it’s that face you keep giving me.”
“What face? Oh, those ‘puppy dog eyes’ you claim I give you. I dunno, but I do that to everyone.”
“John, that’s not a good thing. Sometimes, you have to accept the word no.”
“Well, I forced you to go ‘cause it’ll be good for you. Friend time is going to benefit you in the future, make you more social. You can’t sit cooped up in your little corner writing all day. You have to get out.”
“Well, I like my alone time.”
“But you spend more time alone than you spend with me. Or anybody else for that matter.”
“John, understand this:” Alex stopped walking and put his hands on John’s shoulders. “I will always love more than anything else, but I can’t always spend time with you. I enjoy my me time and our we time, OK? So don’t think I love writing more than I love you, capiche?”
“Capiche.” The two continued walking, holding hands.
“I love you, Alex”
“I love you more, Laur-Laur.”
“By the way, I’m telling Laffy you were trying to speak French and not pronouncing it right.”
“Psh, do what you want. It’s not like I give a shit.”
“Yes you do,” Laurens smirked.
“Yes, I do.” Alex said, squeezing John’s hand tighter.