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Wemmbu was a regular here at the bar. Every Friday and Tuesday, he would walk in, get drunk, and then be the careless self he would be. It was harmless at first; besides, he was making friends with the people around. It wasn't until a particular night that his careless self talked to a certain someone…
The bar was noticeably more packed than on a regular Friday. He wondered if it was a party or some sort. Whatever, it doesn’t even affect him. Walking towards the bar top, he made his way through the crowd and to the corner seat. Every time he came, he would always sit in that exact seat. The music was booming around him, but it became quieter in this area.
He saw a man walking between the crowds of people, crossing to the empty seat beside Wemmbu. Parrot walked over to greet him, but the man simply shushed him while slipping a paper over. He picked it up, then smiled, heading to his next customer.
“Hello, uhh person, what's your name?” The man had a cloak over his, making it nearly impossible to see his face without removing the fabric. “Wemmbu, yours?” He responded, This man seems like a trustworthy guy, Wemmbu thought.
“I would prefer not to say,” he looked at the man, seeing that they were invisible and had a voice changer on. Wemmbu decided not to question them. Parrot walked over to their corner, holding a beer and a martini. “Thank you.” The man said to the avian. “So Wemmbu, why not make a bet?” This man is very straightforward. Oh well, he’s quite in need of anything; he can’t be questioning this man. “Sure,” he said with a shrug.
The man smirked with a wicked grin as he explained the bet, “Whoever gets drunk first owes the other person whatever they want.” What the fuck is this bet? He's just crazy, but whatever, he could gain something from this. “Yeah, okay,” Wemmbu said before drinking half of his martini.
As the night wore on, the club became more chaotic, as well as Wemmbu. He became more and more drunk with each drink. By now, he had 6 martinis while the man was on his 2nd beer.
Before Wemmbu could respond, the man called for Parrot to come over. He asked him to grab a martini, but in a smaller cup, which the avion quickly agreed to. Once he returned, the man went to hold Wemmbu’s chin up, pouring the drink down his throat carefully. “You know I can drink it myself just fine.” “I was trying to help you.” The man replied. What the fuck is wrong with this man? He feels so familiar, but who could it be? “Whatever.” Wemmbu took the drink out of his hand to pour it himself.
“So how old are you?” Weird ass question. “18, I’m turning 19 in a month or 2 though,” he said, looking up at the man. “Oh, so you’re legally an adult?” Of course he is. That’s just a dumb question. “Yeah, are you just that stupid?” “Calm down there. Hey, I have some weed in my jacket. Do you want some?” So this guy is stupid and a drug dealer, great. But Wemmbu had never been high before; it would be a great experience. “Sure.”
The man called Parrot over one last time, requesting a private room and for them to close their tab. The avion quickly nodded before walking towards the cashier to grab the bill.
Once Parrot returned with the bill, the man gave the avion a folded piece of paper. He then signalled Wemmbu to get up and follow him. The man led the other down a hallway into a vacant room. Opening the door led to an extravagant room with a leather couch, TV, and a bar. The bar contained goodies, including chips, cookies and candy. “What the fuc-” the man picked up Wemmbu mid-sentence and began carrying him towards the couch, throwing him on. The younger groaned as his back hit the couch. “Look, there are cream buns, do you want some?” the man pointed at the plate on the glass table. “Sure,” Wemmbu responded. The man picked up two, a strawberry and a vanilla, passing the strawberry bun towards Wemmbu.
Both of them sat in silence as they ate their cream buns; the first to talk was the man. He choked on the piece of bread, causing him to cough violently. Wemmbu tried to help by searching for some water but failed. The next best thing was the milk conveniently placed on the glass table. With no other choice, Wemmbu grabbed the glass of milk and poured it into the man’s mouth.
. . .
(Minutes of staring later.)
Flame, this anonymous person was actually Flame. But why? Why did he want to be invisible? “Uh, hey bro.” “Flame, why the fuck are you here?” Wemmbu needed to know why he was invisible. This is messed up. “Uh, I was bored, bro.” he could tell that was such a lie. “That’s such a bad excuse.” “Whatever, bro.” Flame responded, which ended their small talk.
Flame was the first to break the silence between them. “Bro, can I, like, try yours?” This is not so strange; he just wants some food! “Sure.” Passing the bread over to Flame. He ripped a piece right at the dead centre of where Wemmbu had bitten. Almost wanting to see what flavour he tastes like.
He chewed it for a while; at this point, there would be no cream and just bread. Wemmbu just stared at Flame, waiting for his reaction. “This tastes good, bro. Do you like wanna trade?” This can’t cause anything bad to happen, right? “Okay.” Wemmbu accepted, switching from his beloved strawberry cream bun to a half-munched vanilla bun with almost all the cream gone.
“Hey Wemmbu…can I like eat yours as well?” Is this bitch that cocky or what? “No! You already ate one!” This fat ass already ate one, why does he want another? “Come on! Just one bite, bro.” This dude! But whatever, he can eat the bread parts. “Fine, but only one bite.”
Flame leaned into the bread, taking a bite. Powder sugar was covering his lips, and damn, he looked sweet. Sweet as in he could be eaten. He saw how Wemmbu was staring at him with a dreamy expression while having a small curve on his lips. Flame wanted to have a taste of those lips; how delicious it would be.
He crashed right on Wemmbu's lips. It shook Wemmbu, the feeling of a sugary, hot taste he couldn’t get enough of. Both of their mouths are covered in powder that makes them look high as fuck.
Flame was the one who broke the kiss, licking his lips clean for more of that unique flavour that belonged to Wemmbu’s mouth. He stared right at the younger person before saying, “That tasted good, bro.” Flame said. “It better be good, that fucking scared me, bro.”
“So…can I have…again?” he asked. What could go wrong? “Sure,” Wemmbu said before taking another bite of the bread.
Flame waited for Wemmbu to swallow before pouncing on him. Pushing him down to the couch like it's magnetic, their lips just stuck. They didn’t move for a couple of seconds, just sucking and getting the taste of each other's lips. Flame pushed his tongue past his own lips into Wemmbu; he explored everywhere in this guy's mouth. He licked the inside of his cheeks, his teeth, his tongue, and everywhere; he was basically cave diving in Wemmbu’s mouth at this point.
. . .
They have been tangled together for a while; Limps and parts are everywhere and on everything. Both of them would make out, then take a break before jumping back into their make-out session. Their hands would wrap around, yank, and tug, while their mouths exchanged saliva.
By the time they both fell back down onto the couch, exhausted. Wemmbu was a mess; he was blushing hard, and his jacket was tossed onto the other couch. His shirt was scrunched up under his bra. His neck and torso were filled with dark shades of purple spots all around, which looked like a tornado had come and beaten him up.
“Bro, you look so cooked.” Flame told Wemmbu. “Ha, I can say the same thing for you, dofous.” Flame took a look at Wemmbu; he really looked. His eyes were blown out, with a dreamy smile plastered over his face. He sat slumped against Flame’s side. The drugs must have worked. “Bro, get up, we gotta leave.”
“I don’t want to!” Wemmbu cried out, hugging Flame as if he would magically disappear. Flame just sighed, letting his flow towards Wemmbu’s waist. His stupid, blown-out eyes began to shut as his head leaned against Flame's shoulder. Feeling a warmth radiating from the other. Flame heard slow breathing coming from the other and decided to rest his eyes for a little while. They could figure out what to do after they wake up.