I had a dream the other night. Interesting really. Standing in the rain, screaming at the top of my lungs. I’m not too sure what I was screaming but I know he was there. He was crying, couldn’t stop. Tears flooded his eyes… I couldn’t tell which where his tears and which were the rain drops. I had a sudden urge to lick them away. He was shuddering, mumbling words only he understood. Repeating words over and over. I lifted his face… leaned in to kiss him… woke up.nextI haven’t been able to sleep since. Three days and still not wanting to sleep a wink. Can’t. I’m getting in too deep. Not supposed to. Not supposed to get attached.
Hotel rooms can be such a drag. I’m hungry and want coffee now. Room service takes too long and I’d get arrested if I walk out into the lobby naked. I kick the chick next to me (can’t remember her name) waking her up. It’s morning… I think. I see sunlight.
Door opens up just as the girl gets up, rubbing her eyes. She wraps her arms around me and licks my ear lobe, “Can’t be time to go yet. I thought we were just getting started.”
“Party time’s over. Get out.” There he is. Standing at the door, holding a bottle of Captain Morgan. She looks at him blankly but doesn’t move.
I look over at her, “Better do what he says. He’s a bastard when you don’t listen.”
She glares at me. “Gross. You’re a fucking faggot. No wonder last night wasn’t that great.”
I shrug, not really caring what she’s babbling on about. She continues to talk, but no one is listening. I’m staring at him. He stares right back at me, shoots a quick wink and then moves towards the girl. She still hasn’t moved to get her clothes on. JC walks right up to her and punches her in the face. Blood shoots out… some spraying onto my arm.
“I said get out.”
She cries out, “I’ll call the police when I leave this room.”
“No you won’t.” He looks at me. She turns her head just as I slam a pen into her neck. She falls back, too shocked to scream. “You need a shower.” JC moves away from the bed and sits atop the dresser directly in front of the bed. “I’ll clean up, you just need a shower.”
I move from the bed and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. The warm water feels nice. I rub the blood off with my hand before picking up the soap. I hear the door open and then the shower curtain is ripped off. JC, still holding the bottle of rum, looks me over. I continue to bathe until he speaks up, “This isn’t your hotel room.”
“Nope. It was the girl’s.” He chews on his lip before smiling devilishly. Like I said before, I’m not supposed to get attached, but I couldn’t resist him. His smile was charming. I reached for the bottle, he wouldn’t let go so I pulled him along with it. When he was close enough, I leaned in to kiss him.
Quickly greeted by tongue.