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I sat in my bar stool, and eyed up one of the men across from me. This was one I hadn't had sex with. He looked new. At least newer than most of the men around here. Because I've slept with just about every one of them. Twice. And since I worked for a phone sex line, I'd also practically slept with their wives, girlfriends, sister, and mothers. I could've been a hooker for a living, and that would've been fine. Other than the fact I would've had to actually sleep with women. And I don't like women. At all.

I saw this new boy look over at me, then down at his drink. He did this a few times before blushing slightly, and approaching me.

"Um... Are you..." He started before I interrupted him.

"Extremely." I said with a smirk, then took another sip of my drink.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask, and I don't want you to get offended." He said and set his drink down near mine.

"Alright. I'll guess. You were going to ask if I was gay." I stated.

"Well... Um... Well, yeah actually. I was. How'd you know?" He asked, and took the seat beside me.

"Eh. I dunno. I just figured." I said and turned away from him.

"I am too." He said trying to get my attention.

"Well, so are most of the guys in this town that swear up and down they're not gay." I blankly replied.

"How do you know?" He asked.

"Because I've slept with them all... At least twice." I shrugged.

"Really?" He questioned.

"Yes, but I've told you enough, and it's hardly any of your business." I sipped my drink again.

We talked for a while, me never looking at him. him trying desperately to make me notice him. This was the best part. Of course I was going to sleep with him, but he's going to have to work for it.

"Why do you think like that?" He asked, after a discussion on love, relationships and where people should stand in relationships.

"Because I do? Like I fucking know." I snorted.

"Mr. Gerard Way, I think you're a pompous douche bag..." He said and I could see him shake his head at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Douches are douches until you've fucked them, Sir Corey Taylor." I said, and glanced over at the bald man with a tree trunk for a neck and multiple tattoos scattered across the skin you could see.

"Are you implying you're going to get me in bed?" He asked with a slight grin.

"I'm not implying anything." I said and took another sip of my drink, stretching a little before resuming my carefree position leaning against the bar, my lower back pressed against the back of the bar stool. "I'm just guessing that's how it's going to end up."

"What makes you so sure?" He pried, his eye brows furrowed and the grin still attached to his face.

"You want me. And you'd agree to just about anything to be in my pants." I shrugged and turned to face him for about the first time in an hour.

"Okay... You're really good at reading people... Stop that shit." He said sighing. "But it's still true... So what're your conditions?"

"Term one; I'm not looking for any type of relationship other than that of the physical nature. Term two; After we're finished, don't under any circumstances talk to me. Term three; If we both fall asleep before I have time to get the fuck out, I will wake up, and first thing I will do is get dressed then leave. Don't offer to make me breakfast. Term four; Don't ask me if I want your number. Because I most likely wont. That's it. Do you agree?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course. I was hoping for the same thing." He said and snickered.

-Time Lapse-

I woke up next to my one shot lover, and climbed out of the bed searching for my clothes which had been sprawled around the floor, and I slipped them on, pulled a cigarette from the box on Corey's dresser and tucked it behind my ear. I glanced over at him one last time... still asleep. So I also grabbed the lighter, took another cigarette, slipped it between my lips, lit it and walked out smoking.

I hopped into my car, looked at myself in the mirror and slipped on my sunglasses. It was about six in the morning while I was drinking my coffee and my phone vibrated.

I looked at the screen, it said 'Mikes'.

"Hm..." I said and picked up the call. "Hello?" I answered. We hadn't talked since we were pissed at each other last Christmas. Must be important.

“H-Hey… Geegee… Can you um… Would you mind… I’d um…” He started. It sounded like something was wrong, so I immediately went into big brother mode.

“What is it, Mikes?” I asked, anxious to know what was going on.

“I-I need you to come over and stay for a while, Geegee…” He said, his voice wavering.

“Why? What’s wrong? What happened?” My radiating disquietude could've gave him cancer.

“A-Alicia and I… She… She left me…” He said, almost trying to force it out.

“Oh… Mikey, I’m so sorry. I’ll be down as soon as possible, alright?” I said and started throwing stuff in a suit case.

“O-Okay. Th-Thanks a lot…” He said, sounding like he was relived.

“I love you Mikey, see you soon, ‘kay?” I said, still in protective big brother mode.

“I love you too, bye.” He said, and then the other line went silent.

I slipped my phone back in my pocket, and threw a few more articles of clothes into the bag, then got my shampoo, hair products, and cigarettes, then threw them n as well. I tossed the bag in the trunk of my shitty Suburban, and started driving to Mikey's house. It was about an hour drive, but I think I still had the reputation of an asshole who likes to sleep with men, then leave and never speak to them again. I actually used to do that to girls, too. But then I realized being gay is tops. So I just stopped fucking whiny women and moved on to men.


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