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Tanner had been looking at him weirdly for days and Butchy just wanted it to stop. Not only was it unnerving but if anyone saw the dumb-struck look on Tanner’s face it would all be over with. Butchy sent a glare in the other man’s direction before taking a sip from his soda. He pushed himself further into the the corner of his booth at Big Momma’s and tried to make it look like he was listening to whatever Lugnut and Cheechee was saying. Really his mind was stuck on the event that started it all.
The other night at Big Momma’s there was a shindig. The surfers had managed to grab most of the booths but Butchy didn’t let that bother him as he strutted in. His little sister, Lela, had been invited to sing and there was no way his was missing a chance to support her. What kinda big brother would be be?
Butchy had gone to get drinks for the Rodents just before she started singing but didn’t quite make it back to the table in time, so he was walking across the dance floor, trying to watch where he was going, but also trying to watch Lela as she sung. He’d been hearing her practice every day for the last week and, even though Butchy felt like he could probably recite the song, he knew how much this meant to her.
Just as she got to the chorus, Butchy noticed some surfer had their foot stuck out of a table, probably as some stupid attempt to get him to trip. Butchy rolled his eyes and spun in time to the music to avoid the foot. Only as he was twisting he bumped into someone and dropped all of the drinks. The other person easily wrapped their arms around Butchy, stopping his fall.
Lela’s voice flooded Butchy’s ears, “And now I’m falling for ya, falling for ya.”
Butchy looked up to realise it was one of those good-for-nothing surfers, Tanner, and immediately blanched. He was the lead member of the Rodent’s for goodness sake, he couldn’t go around falling into the arms of no surfers!
Tanner still held onto him and holding his eye, spoke softly, “nice of you to drop in.”
Butchy frowned and coughed. He tried to look around slightly but the way Tanner was holding him didn’t give him much room, and he was slightly bent backwards. He thought he saw Lela off of the stage but he must’ve not been able to see properly. Butchy tried again to get out of Tanner’s arms before replying.
“I didn’t see youse there.” Tanner smiled softly.
“Now that you do, do you like what you see?” Butchy froze up even more than he could and put more effort into standing up. Tanner let him but didn’t remove his arms or look away.
“I’s gosta go,” Butchy said before giving one last big push and and turning away from Tanner.
He glanced over at Lela who was still singing happily and strode over the rest of the Rodents who got upset about the lack of drinks. Nobody seemed to see Tanner catching Butchy, thank goodness, but when Butchy looked back, Tanner was still looking at him.
It had gone on like this for days. Butchy would scan Big Momma’s, just ‘cus he liked to be aware of his surroundings, and he was see Tanner watching him. They’d be warming their hands over a bin-fire on the beach at night and Butchy would glance over to see Tanner standing by himself, strumming his guitar, looking all sad like. Lela would go over to talk to Tanner (Butchy didn’t mind too much that Lela thought surfers weren’t terrible – she was wrong but so long as she didn’t start going steady with any of them, or bug him about being nice, there was no harm done) and Tanner would barely listen, instead looking over Lela’s shoulder when Butchy was. It was infuriating, and put Lela in a bad mood. It needed to stop.
Butchy sighed realising he’d probably have to do something about it, and took a sip of his soda. That was a tomorrow problem.
Butchy leant on his bike outside Big Momma’s. He’d told the rest of the Rodent’s to go in and have a soda without him for a couple minutes. Then he’d snapped his fingers when they hesitated. They all scrambled inside and Butchy let out a sly smirk. It was easy to enjoy being the leader of a biker gang.
He searched the beach, scowling at all of the surfers who were out until he located the one he was looking for. Tanner was standing over with a girl (Giggles, Butchy realised) laughing, with a towel over his shoulders and wearing nothing but some swimming trunks. They were tight trunks and didn’t leave much to the imagination. And Butchy hadn’t realised how far down Tanner’s tan went. He briefly wondered if it went any further before trying to shake it from his head. He wasn’t supposed to be having those thoughts.
Butchy adjusted his leather jacket before strutting over to Tanner. He tried not to think too much about the sand on his boots or getting too close to the water. Somethings is bigger than fears, and this was one of those things.
Tanner noticed Butchy before he’d gotten to them and stopped talking midsentence. Butchy grimaced on the inside. There was no going back.
“Hey, daddy-o,” Tanner called out. Butchy ignored the other surfers turning to look at him.
“Oi soirfer, I need to talk to you,” Butchy walked a bit closer before snapping his fingers. Tanner grinned while walking to meet Butchy.
“That won’t work on me, silly. I’m not a Rodent,” he let out a little chuckle.
“Youses here aren’t’ya?” Butchy pointed out and Tanner laughed again.
“I guess so, daddy-o.”
“Look, soirfer,” Butchy started but got interrupted.
“It’s Tanner,” Tanner said with a nod of his head and grin.
“Sure, and it’s Butchy, I-”
“I know,” Tanner interrupted again and Butchy glared.
“Is youse gonna let me talk?” Tanner gasped slightly before nodding. Butchy shrugged his shoulder to get rid of some tension and sniffed slightly. “Looks here, youse have gotta stop staring at me the way youse is.” Tanner frowned.
“Which way is that? I got lots of looks. I’ve been working on this one, look, I call it soulful smoulder,” Tanner said in a deep voice before sticking his arm out in front of him and then putting his lips slightly and relaxing his eyes.
Butchy allowed himself to look at Tanner’s features for a second too long before glancing around to see if anyone was watching them.
“Not that one, Is don’t think. But I meant alls of those looks.” Tanner dropped his pose and a crease formed in his eyebrows.
“Oh. But I thought, I thought when you fell into me…” Butchy felt his face heat up.
“Youse bumped into me, and thens wouldn’t let gos,” Butchy accused. Tanner looked confused for a second and then grinned.
“I guess you literally fell for me, huh?” Butchy’s face flared up. He went to take a step forward to challenge Tanner before realising the other guy was teasing.
That wasn’t right. Bikers and surfers didn’t tease. They argued, they challenged, they did anything but tease. Butchy clenched his jaw not knowing what to say. He searched Tanner’s face, who just smiled slightly up at him.
“Whatevers, just stop staring at me. You’re givin’ me the creeps.” Butchy adjusted his jacket again before moving to turn around.
“That’s odd,” Tanner said so Butchy stopped, “people usually dig me.” Butchy wanted to wipe the smirk off of his face.
“I’s ain’t no chick, am I?’ Butchy snapped and Tanner tilted his head.
“I never said you were, daddy-o.”
Butchy clenched his jaw before turning and walking back up the beach. Why was sand so difficult to walk on?
Tanner didn’t stop, much to Butchy’s dismay. It was just that now when Butchy looked over at Tanner, Tanner quickly looked away, pretending he hadn’t been looking in the first place. Butchy thought this was worse. At least before he had a reason to be able to see Tanner’s face. Now, it felt like days had gone by without Butchy seeing him properly.
Not that he wanted to. No matter how pretty Tanner was, or how tan, or how pretty (did he say that before?), Butchy didn’t want to look. He couldn’t. He couldn’t get caught looking at another guy the way he wanted to. Especially Tanner. It just didn’t happen. Surfers didn’t get with bikers and boys didn’t get with boys. So Butchy really didn’t want to look at Tanner’s face.
Butchy went outside to get some fresh air. He leant on his bike and looked out into the sea. It was a calm night and he felt like he could breathe.
The door to Big Momma’s opened and Butchy felt himself tense up, hoping it was just someone leaving, who wouldn’t pay too much attention to him. He looked up and groaned on the inside. It was Tanner.
“Oh, hey,” Tanner greeted, moving down the steps to Butchy.
“Waddup Soirfer,” Butchy nodded.
“I’ve missed you in there,” Tanner said and Butchy’s patience snapped. He pulled himself off of his bike and walked over to Tanner.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tanner looked confused, but Butchy had noticed Tanner always looked confused, but then his face relaxed. He gave a small smile.
“It means I miss you when you wander off by yourself,” Tanner replied.
“Why?” Butchy demanded, “Why are you all over me now?”
“Because you fell into my arms,” Tanner shrugged like it was obvious, “and when it’s meant to be, it’s destiny calling.”
Butchy ground his teeth before grabbing Tanner by the front of his khaki shirt and pushing him against the side wall of Big Momma’s.
“We’re not in love, you ditz,” Butchy moved Tanner’s hand that was trying to remove his grip, “I’m not in even,” Butchy looked around, “you know, into guys like that.”
“Oh,” Tanner said, “are you sure?” Butchy shot him an incredulous look.
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Well, because you did kinda fall into my arms.”
“Would you let that go? I didn’t sees you.” Butchy persisted.
“It would be okay, if you were,” Tanner said and Butchy faulted. He got a grip in himself though and pushed Tanner further against the wall.
“I’m not,” Butchy panted out. He saw Tanner glance at his lips and Butchy realised how close they were together. He felt himself lean in instinctively. He could feel Tanner’s breath on his skin and Butchy swallowed. He realised what he was going and moved back slightly. Tanner’s eyes were dilated and Butchy forced out a laugh. “What? Did you think I was gonna bruise you?”
Tanner inhaled but didn’t respond. Butchy frowned and moved in again, tilting his head so it would slide next to Tanner’s. He felt himself inhale some air that Tanner had breathed out. It tasted sweet. Butchy moved the hand grabbing Tanner’s shirt to his shoulder, pushing him back against the wall. A little bit of distance was made between them.
“Would you want me to bruise you?” Butchy asked lowly, Tanner just stared at his lips. Butchy licked them and enjoyed how Tanner’s eyes followed the movement. They were so close. Butchy shuffled on his feet and pressed his hips up against Tanner’s. Tanner’s mouth fell open in response and Butchy couldn’t help the small smirk on his face.
He leaned in again and gently brushed his nose against Tanner’s. Then something in him changed and before Butchy knew what he was doing he’d gone and kissed Tanner square on the lips. Tanner froze before kissing him back and Butchy closed his eyes at the feeling.
He removed his hand from Tanner’s wrist and moved down his body, under his shirt and against bare skin. Tanner gasped into his mouth and moved closer at the touch. Butchy moved his other hand to grip the back of Tanner’s head and keep him close as he bruised his lips over and over.
Tanner responded to each kiss enthusiastically, which definitely did something to Butchy’s ego. Tanner moved his own arms so they were up and around Butchy’s neck, and Butchy found he didn’t really mind. Nor did he mind when Tanner used his new leverage to pull Butchy down to his height.
When Butchy was having a hard time breathing, he pulled away slightly. He could still feel Tanner’s breath on his own, but he could also take in some of his own air.
“What was that about not being into boys?” Tanner asked breathlessly.
“Shut up or I’ll bruise you again,” Butchy paused, “can’t believe the firs’ guy I bruised was a soirfer.”
“I told you, you fell for me,” Tanner smiled slightly. Butchy pressed his lips hard against the other man’s again and just as Tanner got comfortable, Butchy bit down on his bottom lip slightly. Tanner yelped and moved away.
“I told you to shut up,” Butchy said and Tanner’s eyes shone.
“You don’t scare me anymore daddy-o,” Tanner said with a little laugh. Butchy felt his face soften.
“Did I before?” Tanner moved an arm from around Butchy’s neck to stroke his cheek slightly.
“Only in a way that got me a little be excited.” Butchy nodded.
“So now I gotta find more ways to get you excited?”
“I guess so,” Tanner shrugged. Butchy kissed him again, quickly and softly before moving down to press his lips to Tanner’s neck.
“I’m sure I can manage that,” Butchy muttered before bruising Tanner’s neck, nice and hard.