12: Fuck off? Fuck off

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Colin's hand went up to Peter's face at the same time his tongue grazed Peter's. It felt good. So damn good. But it seemed those caresses were what jerked Peter out of the blissful trance he was in because his eyes shot wide open in panic. Immediately, he pulled away, an action so forceful his hand knocked Colin's drink to the floor.

The brunet was taken by surprise but he managed to grab the can before a lot of the Smirnoff could spill onto the carpet. Rubbing his eyes, he set the can on the table and looked up. Peter was gone.

Colin tried his best to clean the small, circular stain on the carpet and when he was done, it was a big damp irregular spot. He picked up the cans and pizza box and after setting the edible leftovers in the fridge, dumped the rest in the trash.

He pursued Peter next, and with his head resting against Peter's bedroom door, he knocked.

"Hey, Pikachu, are you alright?"

"Fuck off," came the answer. It was muffled but the spite and anger in the tone was not mistaken.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I said fuck off. Don't you get it?"

"What I don't get is how you're leaning into me one moment and the next you're acting like this." Colin sighed, voice low.

Colin could have sworn the boy had kissed him back. His body and tongue had moved in sync with Colin's, doing the same dance of light coaxing which progressed into heavy ravishing.

"Tell me what's wrong so I can help," Colin said and under his breath added, "you big baby."

"I heard that!"

Colin's eyebrows lifted in amusement. The only way Peter could have heard him whisper was if he was also close to the other side of the door.

"Then you also heard that I want to help, Pikachu." Colin's hand landed on the doorknob and he gave it a twist. The door didn't budge.

"You can help by leaving me alone... like I said."

"Alright, I'm going." Colin lifted both his hands in mock surrender even though Peter couldn't see him. "We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

"I don't wanna talk tomorrow... or ever. Just... fuck off already."

Colin backed away from the door, eyes trained on the wood for a couple of seconds before he turned. But just as he opened his own door, he heard a slight creaking sound. Because of the light that streamed from inside, he spotted Peter's dark eyes staring after him through the small crack between the door and the doorjamb.

Smiling to himself, Colin only cocked his head slightly to the side-- just enough so Peter could know he was aware of his gaze.

The door opened wide enough for Peter's hand to fit through it. His middle finger went up and Colin returned the gesture before he stepped into his own room, both doors shutting simultaneously.

The night dragged on with Colin laying on his back, staring as the ceiling-- the same position Peter was in at that exact moment. Both boys had their minds occupied. One of them wondering what he had done wrong, and the other wondering why he was feeling the way he was feeling.

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Peter threw his pillow over his head, willing himself to sleep again even though he knew he possibly couldn't. He had forgotten to close the windows and shut the blinds the previous night, and the sun had made quite the display of lights and shadows over his shut eyes, managing to disturb and wake him from his slumber.

Already, his morning was off to a pretty bad start.

It got worse when he couldn't find his guitar pick and two of his textbooks-- he was pretty sure he had packed everything. But he guessed he'd have to remember to call Ivy and have her bring them over the next time she dropped Lily. No, he couldn't have that. He'd bring them himself when he went over.

He dragged himself out of bed and scratched at his side, forgetting that he still had a couple of injuries. It stung and his fingernails got tinted with light blood stains. Tugging up the waistband of his boxers which had slipped down on one side of his hip, he grabbed his toothbrush with his good hand and headed out the door.

He had to pass in front of Colin's door to get to the bathroom, and even though there was no guarantee that Colin was in there and would come out the same time he crossed the door, he looked away.

The toothbrush went into his mouth as he washed his hands under the cold stream of water coming out of the faucet while he stared up at his reflection. He looked the same-- apart from the ruffled hair-- but he couldn't shrug off the fact that he was somehow... different. It was like he had evolved, not physically but inwardly. Peter couldn't explain how he felt but as his head lifted up again, toothbrush moving vigorously in his mouth, he could clearly see how flustered he looked. It's probably that stupid kiss.

Peter was walking back to his room, sluggishly running a hand through his hair when he heard Colin's voice.

"What the-"

"Don't talk to me," Peter interrupted.

"The cut, it's-" Again, Colin was cut off mid-sentence.

"Yeah, it itches a little," Peter said quietly before his voice turned stern. "But what you're doing still counts as talking to me. Stop it."

Peter's hand was almost on his doorknob when Colin pulled him back, staring obnoxiously close at Peter.

"Stop being such a fucking creep. I told you to-"

Colin was the one to cut in this time by saying, "It got infected," in a small voice. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at Peter who was now noticing that the itchy spot was not only an angry red patch, but was also beginning to ooze a clear liquid.

"Well, this is unexpected."

Colin took his hand and dragged him to the living room. Letting Peter sit cross-legged on the plush carpet, he fetched a first-aid kit and set it down before dialling Amy.

Peter looked up at him from his position on the floor, expression unreadable as he waited.

"Thank goodness you picked up," Colin murmured. He went quiet for a while before saying, "This wound he has got infected, what am I supposed to do?" A pause. "That's it?" A longer pause. "Thanks but what the fuck- ew... I'm regretting calling you, I really didn't need to hear that." Colin's face scrunched up, lines etching into his forehead. "Or that. Bye."

Without another word, Colin sank onto the carpet, just in time to catch Peter's hand which was moving dangerously close to the infection as he absentmindedly stared into space.

Colin cleaned the wound and applied some antibiotic ointment, before bandaging Peter up with gauze pads.

"She said it's gonna heal within a few days."

It was good news to Peter. But he had one problem.

He stared at the layer taped into his side. "How am I supposed to shower without getting it wet?"

"Plastic bags," Colin answered, already getting up to leave, leaving Peter in thought of how plastic bags could possibly help.

He figured it out though, and after cutting a couple of Walmart bags he found in a drawer into strips, he was ready to hit the shower with the bags attached to a large portion of his upper body.

Peter found his guitar pick under a pile of clothes which had somehow found their way out of his closet, and he smiled as he grabbed his guitar by the headstock and strummed it across the strings. The sound that came was odd to him, and he realized the pick was already too old. He needed a new one, but with practically no savings, he might as well give up on a new pick. Unless...

"Hey-"

Colin looked up at Peter for a moment before he went back to tying the laces of his Vans.

"- I want Dakota's phone number. Or any of her social media."

Strands of Colin's brown hair escaped from the style he had set them into when his eyes travelled up once more. "I can't talk to you but you can talk to me, is that right?"

"Pretty much. Yeah."

It earned Peter a small laugh.

"But it's not like you have to talk anyway, you can just write it... down..." Peter trailed off as Colin stood, the few inches of height he had on Peter seeming more pronounced than ever.

He leaned in close to Peter, eyes flitting over the guy's face. Peter had to swallow a couple of times because of how intensely the brown eyes bore into him. He could feel Colin's hot breath fan across his face and was about to step back for fear that he might squeal or mewl-- not that he was affected in any way. But Colin's lips parted and he had hoped that he would get her Instagram username at least.

Instead, all Peter got was a very unexpected-- but intentionally stressed-- "Fuck. Off," before Colin brushed past him and headed out the door, bag slung over one of his broad shoulders.

It was when Peter was eating his sad-excuse-of-an-omelette breakfast that it hit him. A revelation. He didn't need Colin's help in contacting Dakota; he could do it himself.

He picked up his iPhone-- which he realized also needed a case-- and went on Instagram. Snapshot had a page on there and that was all he needed in his hunt for the pretty blonde girl's account.

As soon as Snapshot's page loaded, he scrolled through an endless stream of posts until he found what he was looking for-- a photo of Dakota. Some of the shots taken at the store were posted on the store's account and he was lucky enough that Dakota's shoot had also managed to slip in.

He found her account tagged in a photo of her sitting on a stool, tan legs poised on top of each other. She was biting on a lip, holding back a smile while her hand held at the collar of a white shirt which was positioned at her shoulder. Peter had said she was hot but damn, that didn't do her justice at all. She's a freaking goddess. That's what she is.

He opened her page and tapped on the follow button. He was contemplating whether to text her immediately or not. Later would be good. But his impatient side got the better of him and he sent her a text. After all, if not now, when?

He got a reply immediately. And a follow.

And in less than ten minutes of fast replies, he and Dakota had agreed to meet. To discuss things over lunch, nothing more. But fuck if he'd tell Colin.

He could just fuck off.

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