Rory

“Bro, I’m not talking to you.” I said as I stayed exactly where I was in bed, all my cats laying on me. “You fucking cock blocked me again last night. That’s our one rule, no cock blocking.” I paused, “And no fucking stabbing each other!” I held up my hand to look at the cut on it, gained after Francis and I had an Alien marathon and we recreated the scene with the knife...only I flinched when I sneezed and he stabbed me.

“Dude-”

“No, dude!” I said loudly, cutting him off and earning a hiss from Princess, who had been on my lap. I lifted my head and hissed back at her and she gave me a dirty look before she turned and laid her head back down. “You told her I had the herp, when you know how paranoid I am about my sexual health, cuz I nearly got Mono at summer camp – when everyone else got it – and I had to do all those activities alone, and watch that video on getting – getting STUFF – from kissing and sex alone with the camp counselors! You KNOW how traumatized I was playing marco polo by myself in the lake!”

“DUDE, LISTEN.”

“FINE!” I screamed, Princess hissing again. I hissed back at her.

“I was testing her, man! I said to her ‘better wrap it up cuz he’s got an incurable disease,’-”

“Man!”

“AND THEN she said, ‘well what kind cuz I got herpes.’”

“Wait, what?” I demanded.

“Yeah! And I was like ‘Oh, cool. Well he has herpes as well.’ and then she acted all, like, well is is in a flare up, and I was like, yeah bro, why do you think he keeps grabbing his crotch!”

“Because you said I looked good in skinny jeans but they squeeze my nuts!” I shouted into my cell.

“Because I was testing her!” He shouted back. “I’m just trying to watch out for you, bro!” He yelled back.

I slapped my phone down onto my bed, sighing before I lifted it back to me ear. “Fine. I forgive you.”

“Cool.” He said, sighing.

“Anyway, I’m going back to sleep cuz I’m cozy.”

“Can I come over now?” Hr asked quickly.

“Yeah. Feed my cats for me cuz I don’t want to get out of bed.”

“Done.”

I hung up and put my phone on it’s charger by my bed, looking down at the blurry eyed glares from my cats. “Uncle Francis is going to get you food.” I said, their little faces perking up because Francis spoiled them. I was trying to put them on cat food for fat asses, but Francis wanted to be the fun uncle and was always giving them canned food, which was not helping the fucking cause, man.

I heard my door being unlocked before it was opened, closed and then locked. As soon as Francis came around the corner and into my room with a paper bag, everyone on the bed perked right up, myself included because when he brought home paper bags instead of plastic bag, then he usually had a fun gift for me as well. We all watched as he reached in and first pulled out a can of cat food, tossing it to the bed, and then pulled out a baggy of little shrived things I recognized.

“Dude, whuuuut?” I asked as he shook them. “You got shrooms?”

“Yup. Figured we watched Midsommar yesterday, now we could have our own little dance around the pole.” He said simply, snapping his gum, “Get washed up and we’ll spend the day in our own little Sweden.”

I grinned and he grinned as well, Francis grabbing the can of cat food to carry it out of the room, the cats all going to hurry after him. I stood, going to wash my face before I came out of my bathroom to see Francis standing in my doorway with a big grin on his face. I smiled back and lifting my chin at him in greeting-

“You should fix your bed.” He suggested. “Just in case.”

I nodded. Good idea. I went to my bed and putted up the sheet, then the blanket, lazily patting it and fixing the pillows before I looked around to see if there was anything else that needed to be done.

Nope.

Better put on some clothes then, since Francis was still there, watching and waiting.

I yawned as I went and pulled on some boxers, grabbing a pair of sweatpants-

“You don’t need those.” Francis said with a smile, “It’ll be better if we’re both, you know, wearing as little as possible.”

“You’re the expert!” I said with a snap of my fingers, smiling at him as I followed him out of my room and into the kitchen where there were two of my mugs. He picked one up, gave it a sniff, and then handed it to me with a smile before he picked up his own. I looked to where my cats were eating and he looked over as well, the two of us briefly appreciating how cute they were before we look at each other and nodded-

Time to start.

But first I needed to make sure I closed the window this time – a couple days ago a freaking bird flew in when I was off my ass and with five cats? That had NOT been a pleasant mess to clean up.

Bird shit everywhere and the cats puked from what I thought was fear. The smell was unholy.

I went over to my sliding glass window, stepping out on the deck to grab my empty coffee cup, briefly stretching in the Los Angeles sun before I looked across the street to see Matthew vaping on his deck with a tight look. I raised a hand to wave to him, but as usual, he was deep in whatever he was writing, so the world beyond his laptop didn’t exist.

I should really invite him over.

I always liked Matthew.

I turned back into the apartment and closed the sliding glass door, locking it and pulling closed the blinds. When I went back into the kitchen, I threw away my trash and then washed my hands, going to take the mug Francis offered me.

“Alrighty.” I sighed as I help up my cup, Francis doing the same so the back of our hands were pressed together. “This is a safe environment. We’re going to keep each other safe.”

“Agreed.” He said with a smile.

I sucked in a breath. “Down the rabbit hole!” I threw back my drink as he did the same, both of us holding each other’s gazes as we hurriedly swallowed. We both finished with gasps and I took his glass to take back to the sink, stopping when I smelt something...flowering. I lifted our glasses and smelt them both.“Why does yours smell like chamomile and mine smells like ass?”

“The shrooms are kicking in.” He said easily, taking the glasses from me to carry the rest of the way to the sink.

I grinned and looked around my apartment. “Sweet.” I looked around excitedly before I hurriedly went to the semi permanent pillow fort we had built a couple weeks ago, where we usually went to get high, or do shrooms, or take naps after we went out and partied.

He came over and I reached out to take his hands, helping him down to sit with me, the two of us facing each other as we held hands. I got into a lotus pose and helped him do the same before we held hands again, focusing in our breathing.

Last time we did this, I woke up naked and sweaty but very, very satisfied feeling after imagining I was being watched by a bunch of fuzzy stars while I was being cuddled and fucked by the octopus alien from Galaxy Quest, which we had been watching.

This time we were going to watch something a little bit less intense – Sound of Music, since Francis said that would be hilarious while high – so I guess we’d have to see how that goes.