Here there be a will

 

"Ma, what is this?" Stevie detested the idea of popcorn for breakfast. "Am I supposed to pour milk over it?" There wasn't a box of cereal in the cupboards. Just popcorn. The fridge was practically bare. What were his parents up to? Was it their secret plan to make him leave?

"It's after three in the afternoon, sunny." His mother told him what was he expecting.

"No shit." Stevie jumped up from the kitchen table. He needed to be at work by four. He closed his eyes. Damn, if he didn't feel he'd been through hell and back. If it wasn't dreaming about J it was shit about Holly and how awful she was to Carrie.

He went to shower. Of course, one thing lead to another and he stayed a little longer than he should have. Hot water only meant one thing. It might have been the afternoon, but it might as well have been the first thing he did every morning. 

He smirked then. Yes, he always found time for self-love. Surly, J did that too. Afterward, he stumbled into some baggy jeans. He swore his mom was stealing all his clothes. He managed a snug tank and grabbed a faded floral shirt and was on his way.

"Mom, buy some groceries, will you!" He didn't mean to be so demanding but someone was starving. Of course, his mom was in the basement stepping up and down the bottom step, as a  way to control her blood sugar. She was so tiny. How could she possibly be overweight like the doctor said?  "Don't forget CORE POWER." He tossed her a twenty. "Buy some for me, too."

Evidently, they were both on a steady diet of protein shakes. 

Finally, he felt the sun on his face and thought it might be a pretty good day, even in the late afternoon. He texted J, hoping he'd reply. But he didn't.

Stevie guessed he said the wrong thing. He usually did, but at this point did he have to care? He got into his little FIT that was once upon a time his mom's and puttered away with the riff of  THE SOUNDS. Yeap, he needed something Swedish to keep him upbeat.

Of course, he might be traveling like a turtle. But he stayed at a steady speed. Honestly, he needed his tunes to keep him at peace. Finally, at a stoplight not far from the downtown district where he worked, he heard from J.

"So weren't you supposed to be here an hour ago?"

"Fuck," Stevie said to no one. He winced. Did J want to fire him? What the hell was he going to do if he lost this job?

It was only five minutes later that Stevie swooped in like a bat out of hell and got on his Hawaiian shirt and name tag.

"I..I was having some car troubles," he said.

J only nodded as if it weren't a big deal. Stevie got busy checking in back to see if it was all good and steady with the soft serve machines.  Honestly, he did feel he was dying slowly. Of course, J was ignoring the hell out of him. But he should be used to this by now. Yet, he felt J had stripped him down and he might as well have lost his skin of confidence. Yes, he was a total loser. He knew this.

The girls in the crew got busy all silly and sweet. That's when J grabbed him by the belt loop. For a moment, Stevie was certain they were heading for the storage room but Jay kept going up the steps. The old steps of the building that was always off-limits, until now.

J took him up the stairwell until it was completely dark. His mouth reached for Stevie until he tugged at Stevie's bottom lip and his hand went right to the sweet spot in Stevie's pants as if he'd been eagerly waiting for this moment to arrive.

Stevie didn't know what to make of it. Honestly, it was a yearning he couldn't help to push into. J did his magic and all along Stevie imagined something more horizontal or even under the moon. Yet, satisfaction was on the tip of his sex.

"Let's spend the night on the roof," Jay whispered in Stevie's ear.