Perfection is Overrated - 1
All that usual disclaimer crap, that apperently I'm not actually
obliged to do. Homosexual content..... Should you be offended by the
following material..... What the HELL are you doing on such a specific
Enjoy. I'm going for something here. Don't ask me what - I'm still not entirely sure. But we'll see.
Darren woke up with a gasp. He had been having the dream again. Shit. He needed to get over that already.
slowly turned and looked who was in the bed next to him. It was a
stranger's bed - but that part was obvious. It always was. Well, lately
anyway. He wouldn't bring a guy home. Not when it was like this.
lived in his own apartment, just off of campus, above a coffee shop.
Damn nice place, very expensive - but the scholarship people had paid.
He had written a brilliantly inspiring and heartwrenching essay, and
they'd had basically bent over and let him have it all. Paint a pretty
enough picture, he thought cynically, and they're your bitch.
last night he hadn't been much wiser than the people who had given him
the scholarship. He'd fallen for a pretty picture... If only he had
seen what lay behind it.
guy lying next to him now was definitely good looking - Nice musclely
shoulders, beautiful short-clipped blond hair - probably dyed, but it
worked for him - cute nose, beautiful lips, slightly weak chin, but a
jaw-line that compensated for it. Altogether, pretty damn hot. Even
drunk, Darren had high standards. But, this guy was also definitely a
was the type of thing Darren promised himself he wouldn't do. Years ago
though, and since this charming individual was guy number -
thirty-something?...forty-something? - in his
waking-up-in-strange-places marathon, it wasn't like he was too
resisted the urge to vomit - which may have been from the hangover, the
reek of alcohol from himself and the guy lying next to him, or even the
reeking sheets that smelled as though they hadn't been changed
since..... well, the dawn of creation.
slowly slipped out and away from guy, and then silently out from under
the covers. He did the stealth thing quite well now. Practise makes
his way out he saw the "guitar" he had heard so much about - sitting
next to an Xbox, no real strings or frets of any kind. He shot a dark
glance back at the loser in bed. Fucking liar. He looked up and saw a
50 cent poster. Oh god, he thought, now I'm REALLY gonna be sick.
pants, pants. Where the fuck are my pants? AH! There. He found them,
lying on a chair by a dressing table. Yay! No creases. Or.... stains.
He looked at the dressing table. Gigantic mirror and.... what the hell?
Lubricant, industrial sized? Wow, and they say romance is dead.
shirt, shirt... Shit. It wasn't in here. Darren tried to retrace his
steps... until he realised he couldn't remember any of them.
he opened the door, keeping the right amount of pressure on the handle
so it didn't make a sudden noise, opening it gently, waiting for a
creak, finding one, slipping out slowly through the tiny gap, and
closing the door, oh so gently, oh so quietly, letting the catch slowly
slide back into place. Perfect. Thank you, Thank you, I am too "Ninja"
for my own good.
turned around, and made his way down the dark, bare, white and very
calaustraphobic passageway. Good god, what kind of place was this.
Obviously an apartment - obviously a cheap one. Probably had a
flat-mate. Be very quiet, still. He thought he heard the Tv going
softly in a room at the end of the passageway.
walked, still silently, and the hallway opened into a
lounge-slash-kitchen, with what he presumed was another long-ass
passageway leading off at the opposite end. What is this? Minos's
he peeked around the corner. The kitchen part of the room was empty,
but on the other side, there was someone. It was a guy, or a really
broad-shouldered, short-ish haired, masculine girl. Stained T-shirt,
faded navy pajama-pants with feet resting on the coffee table. He could
only see the person's back. Fairly broad-shouldered, Hairy toes. Yeah,
definitely a guy. Or, once again, a really feminist,
was eating some kind of crunchy serial - or grinding the bones of small
children in his jaw, either one - judging from the sound of it. He was
watching the news, which made Darren want to giggle. Who the hell
watches the news anymore? Isn't that was yahoo and msn are for?
saw a door at the end of the room. Thank god. It had locks on it, but
they were stuck in the undone position. Which meant Darren had a quick,
safe way out. He was glad he wouldn't have to find a window to jump out
of. This place didn't look like it had any.
He slowly, carefully, ninja-ly tip-toed towards the door.
"You know he sleeps till noon, right? You don't have to sneak home half-naked without breakfast."
Darren turned around, stung. Oh crap. Busted by the flat-mate. Walk of shame time. He might as well get to the talk of shame.
"Hi, I'm Darren. I think I did something stupid last night. You know, your roomate?"
This apparently was funny. And probably true too. The guy was in histerics though, so it probably had some truth too.
was actually quite cute too, this roommate guy, in a nerdy kind
of way. Hehttp://rainbowsanddeathsteeds.blogspot.com/ wore glasses,
probably not the reading kind though, if he was using them to watch TV.
looked like the a typical holiwood nerd - one of those hot guys that
they slap a pair of glasses and a set of ugly clothes on, before he
makes the "magical" transition into "Desirable Hottie" form.
had ruffled jet-black hair, that hung around his face in loose waves,
and through the thin T-shirt Darren saw he was average build, not bad
at all though. At the moment his face was red and he was doubled over
"Hi," he managed eventually, "I'm Ted."
darling, I'd love to stay and pursue a steady and delightful discourse
with you, but have you perchance spied my red - or orange or maybe pink
- garment which I misplaced in the course of last nights.... passions?"
looked confused. He had stopped laughing, and Darren got a better idea
of what he looked like. Very round, open face, beautiful cheekbones.
Very friendly, but definitely confused, at the moment.
"Um," Darren sighed. "Have you seen my shirt?"
"Er," Ted blushed, and pointed to a corner, where what looked like a ripped pile of orange rags lay.
man!" Darren rushed over and picked up what was left of his orange
shirt. "Shit. This was my favourite shirt. I suppose it doesn't work
now, does it?" He said, slipping it over his head, since the collar and
the sleaves were still intact.
Ted stammered. Darren turned and looked at himself in a dingy little
mirror on the wall behind him. Not bad, he thought. This could almost
be my new gay-clubbing shirt.
were three rips in it - on which started at his right shoulder, and
gashed downwarrds to the left to give a nice view of his collarbone and
the top part of his right pec. The other one was on his left side,
showing off some ribs and going up to just above his left nipple. The
last one was middle-right, starting at the bottom of the shirt, giving
a view of his toned abs and showing his bely button every time he
Not bad, he thought. Has Ted stammering.
It took a while before something occurred to him.
on, why was Ted stammering? Why did he just know and accept that Darren
had just had sex with - Oh, god, what was that guys name? - Ted's
Anyway, Why did Ted blush at Darren like that? Could this cute nerd be...?
"Hey," Darren said, sitting down. "So whats your story? Why you living in a place like this? With a guy like... um..."
"Kyle?" Ted offered, smiling again.
"Yeah, that's the one. So?"
My uncle had this one friend, who had a friend, who had a boss, who
needed to rent this place out. It was dirt cheap, but still, an
apartment, and I don't get money from my parents, so I work for what I
can get, and I decided get a roomate, make money issues a bit easier.
So I got Kyle on board.
go way back... So I asked him. He was really cool about it. We were
staying in the dorms together, and he couldn't always... do stuff
there. He hasn't been that bad. His parents hooked us up with all our
furniture. They even gave me my own double bed, which I thought was
really cool. Kyle enjoys the... freedom. And we get along okay enough.
Always have, I suppose. We're good friends... I mean, we're very
different, so it's not exactly perfect."
is overrated. Don't let "the man" fool you." Darren said, not really
wanting to get too into the life story of people he'd probably never
see again, or philosophy about how flaws define human beings. His head
was still pounding, and he still really needed to get home. Well, what
passed for home at least, these days. "Listen, I need to go. The walk
of shame, and all that."
at least it wouldn't be so bad this time. He didn't have to sneak out
of any windows or anything. Well, he'd still have to walk.... however
many blocks... in a shredded orange shirt.
"Do you maybe want me to lend you a shirt?" Ted blushed and smiled again.
Gee, that's sweet of the guy, Darren smiled, 'Specially since he know's he's not going to see it again.
if you don't mind. That'd be great" Darren shot him a grateful grin. "I
wasn't exactly looking forward to displaying the merchandise in public.
This was like a private show, ya know?"
"Yeah, I do." Ted giggled. "Give me a second."
went off down the other halway-to-eternity and came back with a faded
grey shirt. Yup, definitely not the kind you'd be sorry to loose. Ted
must have experience with..... giving away clothing to Kyle's conquests.
"Thank you," Darren said, gratefully putting on the soft, comfortable shirt. God it felt nice. Smelled good too.
smells so nice! You know, Like that fabric softener smell that's
supposed to smell like a forest after the rain or the ocean breeze or
something like that, but really just smells like fabric softener.
That's what it smells like."
"It is fabric softener." He smiled in confusion. "And you're welcome."
gave Ted a good long look. This poor guy. Living with someone so
completely different from him. Darren wondered if he was gay. If he
wasn't, there was definitely something there. Maybe he was one of those
religious repressed guys. Nah, then he probably wouldn't have a
roommate like Kyle.
"I need to go now." He smiled at Ted. "I'm afraid we can't continue mocking and insulting our dear friend... um..."
"Yes, Kyle, because I really need to get to classes soon, and I have no idea where I am."
"Oh, well, we're only about a five minutes away from campus."
great. But still... gotta run." He winked at Ted, causing him to blush
bright red and smile again. He grabbed the discarded rag that was his
favourite orange T-shirt once, and stood up.
"Can I throw this away somewhere?" He looked around the room, failing to find a dustbin.
"Here, let me get it." Ted put out his hand and Darren gave over the T-shirt.
quite awkwardly now, made his way over to the door. When Ted said
nothing, he opened it and stepped outside into the passage-way.
"Well, bye. Thanks again for the shirt." He raised his hand, akwardly.
"You're welcome." Ted raised the hand with the orange T-shirt. "Bye."
closed the door. Darren let out a sigh of relief. Okay, those last few
seconds were awkward. He felt bad taking Ted's top. I mean, it
wasn't even the guy he had slept with.
"Hmph!" He sighed to himself, "Yeah, 'cause I usually like to EARN T-shirts with some good work in the sack. God, I'm a Whore."
Oh well. Time to find the way home.
well, here it goes. My second story, and I hope I'm a bit more creative
with this one. Email compliments, complaints, criticisms and c.....
nope, so much for the alliteration effect I was going for. If you want
to check out my other story, here it is: Another Day, and my blog (Yes, I have a blog, unfortunately): Rainbows And Deathsteeds.