Kiss Me

Part Three

Marcus

The seven a.m. alarm I’d set on my phone went off, prompting me to scramble for it before I woke the entire neighborhood. Bleary-eyed and already missing the warm bed, I wandered to the bathroom at my bladder’s insistence.

Unfortunately, I didn’t hear the spray until I opened the door, coming face-to-face with a completely naked Walker in my completely open shower, turning to see what kind of asshole would walk in on someone in the bathroom. So boo me for forgetting I said he could stay so I didn't have to drive the twenty minutes to his so early. At the time I thought it was a reasonably good idea. Now, not so fucking much.

And he was covered in tattoos, from the intricate tribal art work on his upper arm and onto his chest to the elaborate and actually pretty damn cool black and white roses with twists of vines baring sharp thorns wrapping his hip and down his thigh, to… "Holy shit," I blurted out, staring in horror. "Is that a piercing?"

Walker laughed as I tore my eyes away from his dick, which I shouldn’t have been looking at in the first place. Cheeks burning, I focused on the towel rail, watching as he curled fingers tipped with immaculate black nail polish around the fluffy white towel hanging over it and not looking at him. I’d seen more than I ever wanted to.

"Yep," he said, laughter in his voice. "And yeah, it hurt, I couldn’t put it in anyone for twelve weeks, and I definitely haven’t had any complaints about it. What else do people usually ask? Oh, no, it’s not hard to clean around, yes I take it out, no it doesn’t get in the way of peeing, women especially love it because they know I have to keep my dick clean so I don’t get an infection, and do you have any idea how bad straight men are about that? It’s like they don’t like blowjobs."

"That's a lot of information for one morning. Sorry for looking at your dick."

He stood there with literally no shame, towel around his neck and naked as the day he was born. Although I couldn't really complain about it, I forgot and walked in on him. "No worries Marcus. We're both men, it's not like you've never seen a dick before."

"Not a pierced one."

"Want a closer look?" He said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Not really."

He laughed as he walked passed me. "Well, the offer is always there," God that was weird. Or not. A piercing shouldn't really scare me after the shit I've seen in my many years and the shit I've done in my many years, but Walker didn't need to know that old me. That me was gone….completely gone, really gone, all gone. Fuck! God that piercing didn't scare me, it made me feel fucking hot, too hot. Really hot. God he's hot. No. Noooo. Piss Marcus. It's what you came in here for, not to stare at a pierced dick and sexy tattoos. "You want me to cook breakfast or are we getting some on the road?" He asked from the kitchen, I'm guessing the kitchen.

"On the road." I quickly whipped my dick out and let my bladder lose. "Ahhhh, so good." Who would have thought pissing felt this good. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back for a moment and thought about tattoos. I'd been with guys that had tattoos and never paid them any mind, but looking at Walker's I felt a little interested. I bet they hurt, yeah they definitely hurt. I mean how would they not when you have needles tearing at your skin. Pulling and tugging, marking the flesh. I can almost imagine the burn. Or sting. Well it's a guess, I've never had one but I bet that's what it feels like. Maybe not so different from hard leather snapping against the skin leaving that stinging burning after sensation.

"Did you die?"

"Fuck!! Jesus!" I screamed and put my dick quickly back in my boxers.

"Wow, it was only yesterday you were saying Jesus fuck. I'm starting to think you got some real weird kink going on."

If only you knew what weird kinks I've had. "Don't sneak up like that."

"You kinda snuck up on me and had a good old gander at my genitals."

"I’m sorry," I said, between gritted teeth. "Sleepy. Didn’t hear the shower. Won’t happen again."

"Shame," He said. "The look on 'your' face was priceless."

I frown and pushed passed him after washing my hands. "Idiot, get dressed."

"Oh yeah, wouldn't want my dick scaring you anymore."

"It didn't scare me you fool." I shook my head as I rummaged for sweats that would be more comfortable to drive in because it's a long ass drive. And shoved my legs into them and pulled on a hoodie.

Then Walker came barrelling into my room. My eyes automatically snapped to his as he stared at me. "Better?" He asked. I gave him a good once over. Well, he looked good. Black ripped skinny jeans, white t-shirt and black knit cardi and a few thick silver rings to accompany his perfectly polished nails. So he can scrub up well. Not his usual grungy looking self.

"Better." God you could see that tribal tattoo crawling up his neck. And I only just noticed the black ear stretchers. "I've never noticed the ears." I said tapping at mine.

"Oh these, yeah. Was gonna stop at an eight, but thought fuck it...I might as well go to a twelve."

"What now?"

"It's the size," he said now tapping his. "From a size six they started going up in twos and it can be pretty painful."

"You know, you’re not like I expected," I said as the thought hit me, turning to look at him again. "I mean… not in a bad way. You’re a lot more upbeat than I remember from last year."

"I guess, we don't know each other as well as you and my brother know each other."

"But we have talked."

"Yeah, still not all that much though."

"Yeah, but still you seem different from then. I bet you were weird in school."

Walker hummed a little and then smiled. "In high school I was a dyslexic closeted bisexual with authority issues and my brother was the football captain and a straight-A student. Now I run my own business and people like and respect me exactly as I am." That… that was unexpected.

"Didn’t know you were dyslexic," I said.

Walker shrugged. "Neither did I until later. Sure does explain a lot."

"Must be tough." I wasn't sure if that was a good answer. But it must have been tough.

"Still can’t spell for shit though, but no one yells at me for it anymore. Well, except a few assholes on the internet, who I guess think they look like geniuses next to me when they point it out. I block ‘em. And I get Kyle or Morgan to proofread the important stuff for me."

"Right. That's good then?"

He nodded in some kind of agreement, I think. "So, are you ready?" He asked.

"Ah, yeah...let me grab my bag and charger then we can leave."

"Great, I'm dying for a coffee."

I smiled and grabbed the bits I needed and shoved them in my bag and we were finally getting on our merry way. Although I was more than dreading the wedding, I had Walker at my side. As if it hadn’t changed enough already, my whole view of what Walker was really like shifted monumentally. On the surface he was a troublemaker covered in tattoos, and with a cock piercing, which I still wasn’t over. But when you looked at him for more than a few seconds, there was so much more. Hard-working business owner, for one. Genuinely talented artist, for another. Cheerful and upbeat and not mad at me for walking in on him. Happy to talk about himself and his struggles. Confident enough not to listen to anyone who didn’t take him as he was. I liked that. Like really liked it. He was nothing like Kyle. Kyle was easy going, yeah. But he was more straight and I don't mean that in a sexual orientation sort of way. I mean lawyer straight. Kept to the rules. Was a good husband and father. Did everything a working man and father should do. I liked that too. I've never had a friend like him and I've definitely not had a friend like Walker. Henley, Aya, Zeke and Matt were nothing like the guy sitting next to me. And I really fucking liked it.