Fight.

 

 

"I'm annoyed!" ,  shouted Peter, throwing far of him the magazine

that had in his hands, looking so irritated the rain falling down in the

street. There's not work, not fun, not nothing, and finally this, the rain;

shit... His day was ruined.

 

And the only thing in what he thought was disturb anybody that fallen

in his webs... in that case, Winston , who was sat down in the couch,

relaxed, reading a book.

 

The brunette put his face in the guy's shoulder, and asked...

 

"What's you read with so interest...?" 

 

the black guy, without turns up on him, answer...

 

"A book, as you see..."

 

"Yes, I know, but , what kind of book are you reading?"

 

"Nothing interesting for you" , turn on, and put on the book over

Pete's eyes, saying drydly... , "Philosophy, ya’see? No naked people,

  not hot sex stories, just words : words of whisper, knowledge, and hope;

  deep thoughts..."

 

Peter removed the book out of his face,  replying...

 

"Okay, okay ; you mean, a self-improvement book…?

 

The black guy stood up, very bothered, took his read, shooting him...

 

"Fuck you!!" , and went to the tv room , in where Ray was watching a contest show.

The two men speak some words each other, and Winston finally sit down in a little

couch, in a side close to the red-haired boy, continuining his read.

 

Out, Peter was surprised for the unusual reaction of the black guy, saying...

 

"It's only a joke! Why you angry, man...?" 

 

Then, a voice was listened from the tv room...

 

"Why don't you go finding who can lick your balls, and  leave to fuck, huh?"

 

Very amussed, Peter asked who was talking in that way…

 

"What? Who was said that?"

 

"Me..." , said the young man, who was stand up in the tv room door, looking him

with annoyance... " That's it, isn't it? There's nothing to do, according to you ; and

  it's too much bother..." , Pete wanted refuse, but Ray continued...

 

"Do me a favor : go out and find who can make it...don't make me loose my time ;

 my favorite tv show is beginning . I'm sure that in the street were many people who

 *are* waiting for adore you..." , remarked hardly the younger man...

 

"Don't include me...I have more important things to do..." , said Janine, who was in

her desk, typing, *chuckling*, saying with sarcarsm...

"Because Egon have much work to do, too... don't you, Ray?" .

 

 Peter turns *towards*  them...

 

"Ray, how can you talk to me like that?" , cried the brunette, "What I did for that you

 speak to me in that so cruel mode...?" , he couldn't believe that was Ray who is saying

all these things ; the red-haired, young boy, who enjoys seeing cartoons and fiction movies,

speaking him like this? What's happened?

 

//Nothing, Peter : it's only that Ray is an adult, and is talking like that ; and seeing you like

(excuse me for say it, people)  a hot urged animal , and top his patient, as like the other's

patient, with your sexual *reclaims*./ (I don't believe that I was said that)//

 

The Winston's laughts was listened from the room. Janine and Ray was laughted, too.

 

Peter looks around all the place, and finally ran upstairs,  to his bedroom, closing with

a shot.  Downstairs, the guys still laughting , and commented each other...

 

"Poor Pete, but he deserved that...I hope that can learn the lesson..."  , said Ray...

 

"I don't believe so ; that jerk will not learn , although he was operated of the brain..."

 

"Don't say that, Janine..."

 

"It's true, Ray ; he has his head full of sex, and nothing more...!"

 

"I don't know how could get a college degree" , replied  Winston, funny ,

"because it couldn't  be studying ; maybe, paid it with a "body check" ,

 don't you think so, Ray?"   The auburn boy just shook his head, *chuckling*...

 

And they laughted, again.

 

What cruel they were with the brunette.

 

 

 

Egon was in the lab, working in a samples of ectoplasm, when listened first, the sound

of a door closed fiercely in the next room, and then, the laughts down in the office.

Intrigued, he went to the other room ; encounting Peter, sat down in the bed, looking

by the window the rain falling down, *sighing*...

 

"Well : what *do* you did it this time, Peter ; what happened...?" , asked the blonde.

Peter answered, sobbing ...

 

"...Nothing ; I didn't make nothing...just asked Winston what book he was reading...

 and he was very angry with me..."  

 

"Wait a minute", Egon replied, calmly , "Nobody's angry by a thing like this.

  There's something more..."  , without hear him, Peter continued...

 

"...and Ray said me horrible things, and Janine laughted of me..."

 

"What...why they did it, so... radical... Is there something I should know

  about this matter, and you don't want *to* say me?"  , at last, the brunette

screams...

 

"You don't believe me! I didn't do nothing! I'm just said that I'm annoyed!

  Is a sin feel annoyed? Disturbed by the rain, without exit, take a walk, shopping

 or get some distract, fun...? Go outhere, for take a fresh air breath..."

 

"...Because there isn't  nothing that can catch your interest *in* here,

 and that's includes me ; I see..." , replied the blonde, very seriously.

 

"Oh, no, no; I'm sorry, I didn't want say that, honey..." , Pete corrected...

 

" I... I haven't the blame that I feel the life running through around my body ;

  fell the need of demonstrate it  all the time. It makes me appear crazy to the others?

 They're believe that I'm just want to have sex! Is not true! I'm just want to laught,

 enjoy, be happy, to play ; celebrate the life... and I can't do it, because those

 old-fashioned streched minds disturbs with it." , finalized, worried...

 

"...But you're still annoyed , isn't it?"

The brunette not answered ; he returned at the window, again...

 

"I will back in a moment..." , Egon said, and leaves the room, letting Peter

lost in a sea of confussion.   The rain still falling down...

 

 

Five minutes later, he can hear the sound of the door opened , hearing a steps

(hard steps, as that somebody's  wearing boots) , and closing the door, with key.

Without turn on yet, the brunette asked...

 

"Egon, it's that you? If you're going to reclaim me, I..." , then, he turns at the

door, and muttered...

 

He saw Egon, stopped in the door, showing his six feets *of high* , and his

perfect body , dressed in a very tight black leather suit , with boots ; the white-

blonde hair was *semi-large*, unruled ; without his red frame glasses, showing

these blue-sky eyes, lighting with an obscure shine ; an obscure and disquieting

shine...and a wip in his hand. His full lips, painted in red, having a malicious smile...

 

Peter asked, some scary...

 

"Egon...? What's happen ; what happen to you...?" .

A deeep bass voice was listened to him, saying...

 

"You want  to play, don't you?  Okay, let's go to play..." 

and trapped Peter of a crack of wip, involving him, and *nearing* to his chest...

 

Both men stood face to face, looking each other, with burning eyes , eyes of

desire... their lips were too close, too *wisheable*, too kisseable... suddenly,

Egon unbottoned brunette's jeans, and took him by the balls, squeezing hardly,

giving a hard, delicious massage, up and down : at the same time, a avid tongue

ran to the brunette's neck and chest, stopping in the nipples, sucking and bitting,

slow and softly.   Peter almost screamed...

 

Supplying for more, offering to that long, strong hand, a sorpresive, irrepresive,

overwhelm and growth *early* erection ;  growing and growing, like his pleasure,

and his love, althought isn't appears it...

 

Then, the blonde wrested the rest of Peter's clothes, putting him, rested his back

on the floor, covered with his own burned body, trapping his hands, and nailed him

all the strengh, harsh and fierce of his desire, under the form of a incredible growth erection,

that's never felt before... kissing and licking that juiced body, Egon murmured into his

hear...

 

"Do you love me...?"

 

"Yeess..."

 

"How much...?"

 

"Much...more than my life ; more...than myself... than everything..."

 

"Very well, my dear : and now..."

 

"W-what...?"

 

"...Suffer...!"

 

The blonde thrusted very hard against  brunette's, * repeatly* , making  with this,

that he shakes his body uncontrollably, which was wet of sweap and other things,

with these green emerald eyes opened, shinning like the sun, and shotting fire...

Again and again ; strong, more strong ; more, more, more...

and the explotion was there...

 

"Yaaarrgh....!!"   .

 

Peter finally lost his mind...and encountered the paradise.

 

 

Ten minutes later, a shadow of sadness was crossed his face...

 

"This wasn't  happen like I waited..."  , a very tired and surprised Egon asked him...

 

"What did you say? I gave you all of myself... didn't like it?"

 

"No, no ; I didn't want say it ; that was wonderful ; the greatest sensation that

 I could enjoy in my entire life : a dream made reality, and only you could make it,

 but..."

 

"Yes...?"

 

"I'm afraid...afraid that you (and the rest of the people) , think that I'm just

 wanna horny sex and nothing more.  I appreciate the team, truly, and I love you.

 Love, not only physical attraction : because I really love you, with all my heart

 and my soul, not only with my cock.  It's just... is more real, authentic and easy

 for me, demonstrate you in this way. I don't know why, but it's true. Please,

 forgive me..."  , a few tears fallen down of his eyes...

 

The blonde took Pete's chin, telling him, tenderly...

 

"There's nothing that I have to forgive ; I know what you really feel, and I know too,

 that's not your fault,  that you live the life with much joy, fierce and happiness ;

 anothers don't understand, but I can do it... I lose my head ,too, when I see you,

 coming to me, with that look... that cheers in your eyes, exhaling life by each cell

 of your body... but I, we can't show this joy of *to* live *openly* , without run the

 risk of the whole world conmdem us without any justification... but there are many

 ways for demonstrate us these feelings..."

 

"How...?"  , asked Pete...

 

"For example , a certain look in the eyes ; a squeeze of hands ; nice words ;

 dancing..."

 

"Dancing...?"   /btw ; radio was sounded when they standing here/

 

"Yes...dance for two...in a pretty nice place in the heart ; in private, out of the

 world : safe... just you and me..."  , blonde takes brunette by the waist, and

began *to* dance, slowly, tenderly , embraced each other, moving them by a

internal rythm, coming from the deep of the universe...they forgot all the troubles.

 

And the rain was still falling down in the street...but that wasn't matter so much.

 

 

 

The End.

 

 

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