Chapter Six – A Walk In The Park

“Get ready. I’m taking both of you outside.”

April looked up from the bed where he lay close to Jay, confessing to his stupidity in a low voice, knowing that the kid didn’t judge him. He was a pretty good listener, too.

Eventually, the torture session had been averted and postponed indefinitely since it appeared that Jett was no longer in the mood. That was fine by him.

“Outside where?” April asked.

“In the park or something. Isn’t that where all the kids go to play and stuff?”

It was clear as day that Jett didn’t have a plan and was making things on the go.

“You didn’t get a stroller,” April said. “How are we going to carry Jay there?”

“In that thing you took him to your stupid classes,” Jett replied promptly. “And I’m going to carry him.”

“Why you?”

“Hey, it’s my kid. Do you want him to tell me, one day from leaving for college, that he never saw me and I didn’t pay him any attention?”

April snorted. “You want him only because he’s a perfect chick magnet.”

“Chick magnet? Seriously? Is that what you’ve been using my son for?”

“You seem pretty convinced now you’re his dad. Did you find his mother?”

April already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Jett opening up about that woman called Carina. He couldn’t ask directly, but he was damned curious, and also something else that he didn’t want to think of since it would ruin his good reputation in front of his own eyes.

“Not yet. It looks like not one of my ex-girlfriends had a baby one year ago or so.”

“Your photo album is choke-full with women. Are you sure you’re not missing something?”

“Hey, I know who I fucked and if I used a rubber or not.”

“Maybe you were drunk and can’t remember now.”

“I don’t get drunk. Unlike stupid assholes who kiss you only when they got enough liquid courage --”

“Are you jealous of Dan? Is that why you’re pissed at me?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m not interested in you, dweeb,” Jett replied, his eyes darting to one side like he couldn’t look April in the face for some reason.

“Just in kissing me then,” April said back.

Jett just ran a hand over his face and pretended to ignore him, by going over to Jay and starting to coo to him like a daddy bird.

“Are we just going to ignore it, then?”

“What’s to ignore?” Jett didn’t take his eyes off his son.

“It’s fine, really. I need to know if we ignore it and that’s all. So can I get a straight answer?”

Jett turned his head toward him and watched him for a few seconds.

“I know my face might look like I’m always joking,” April made a gesture to sustain his words, “but I’m actually serious. And here it is, an easy way out. It never happened.”

Jett smirked. “You wish.”

April rolled his eyes. “What kind of straight dude are you? Do you want to forget about the kiss or not?”

“Kisses,” Jett pointed out. “There were two.” He put up one hand and scissored the air with two fingers.

“Really? Who’s counting?” April crossed his arms over his chest.

“Do you want to go out or not?”

“I do. Let me just get everything we need.”

“I’m going to bring you some clothes to wear,” Jett said and sauntered toward the door. “You won’t go out like that.”

“Why?” April asked, disoriented. “What’s wrong with my clothes? Are we hitting some afternoon cocktail party? With a baby in tow?”

Jett seemed completely unbothered by April’s questions, and went out the door, whistling.

April shrugged. Jett was a weirdo. But damn, he was a great kisser. Only thinking of that was enough to make his cheeks hot. Right, he needed to get a hold of himself, go to the bathroom, throw some water on his face, and hope that Jett would never kiss him again.

***

Jett searched through the clothes left on one side of the closet that he didn’t throw out. More than one of his exes hadn’t cared about coming back for their stuff, and Jett hadn’t cared about getting rid of it, either.

After some deliberation and profound thinking, Jett took out something and grinned with complete satisfaction. April would make such a face, but it was worth it. He liked seeing April making faces. The dweeb was expressive; it was like his entire face morphed depending on what kind of emotions he was going through. If he weren’t into crypto mining, he could be an actor.

The thought gave him pause. Was April playing him? Was he reading the signs wrong? Jett didn’t want to think of such things. April liked him, and that was final. He grabbed the clothes and marched back to the bedroom April shared with Jay.

“You’ll wear this,” Jett said and threw the pink tracksuit at April.

“Are you kidding me?” April grabbed the clothes and then kept them away like they were a foreign thing, and alien creatures would come crawling out of them any second now.

“You can’t go out in yours.”

“Seriously? Why?”

“It’s punishment,” Jett said right away. “For going to school.”

“OMFG.” The look of horror in April’s eyes was so damned funny.

However, Jett kept a straight face.

“This thing is vintage or something? It says ‘juicy’ on the fucking bottom of the fucking pants! Fucking ‘juicy’!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Should Jay hear you talk like a trash bin?”

April bit his lips. His voice lowered. “I’m not wearing this. It’s a girl’s tracksuit.”

“She never wore it. I bought it for her, but she didn’t even get around to trying it.”

“Why?” April’s eyes thinned.

“I have no idea what you’re imagining. She just didn’t like this shade of pink,” Jett said airily.

April threw the tracksuit in his face. “I have no business wearing your girlfriends’ clothes.”

“Why?”

“Why? Are we really having this conversation? It would look weird on me. I’m a guy.”

“You have plenty to fill up that ‘juicy’ bottom,” Jett said with a smirk.

April scoffed. “Did you stare at my ass a lot then? Seriously, this is not a conversation to have in front of Jay.”

“Then change into the clothes I brought for you, and let’s get out already. Ah, you’re not wearing your glasses, either.”

“What a slave driver,” April murmured.

“Hey, it’s that, or we all stay indoors all day long.”

“No way.”

“Then hurry. You wouldn’t want me to spend all day staring at your ass, right?”

April took the tracksuit back with a sigh and headed out.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to the bathroom to change, obviously.”

“Can’t you do it here?”

“And offer you a free show? No way.”

“What if I pay?”

“Stop being a moron, you straight idiot,” April threw over one shoulder as he stormed out of the room.

Jett laughed and plopped on the bed, next to his baby. “What do you say, buddy? It’s easy to rile up April, right?”

Jay watched him with curiosity. Jett turned on one side and offered his son a finger. Jay grabbed it and pulled it. Jett laughed, and Jay giggled, too.

***

April sighed as he took a look at himself in the mirror. What was Jett after? Maybe he just liked to annoy him, but April had a feeling that there was more to it than what appeared on the surface. Just like the things with the kisses, and yeah, there had been two, and he knew how to count. And he had counted, too.

At first glance, Jett was a regular punk, a bit hipsterish, but who wasn’t these days? He looked good, the fucker, and he had grown to be a truly handsome man. The short beard made him look a little older than his age, and April had a suspicion that was what Jett wanted.

But beneath that surface, the rivers ran deep. That had been something April had known instinctively when they met the first time, at thirteen. He hadn’t had the vocabulary or the emotional maturity to put it in words like that, but he had known Jett was more than met the eye.

Jett was always ready to fight, fists up. He was the one to brush everything off like it was nothing. But under that rough exterior, April had touched, even if shortly, a soft core. He wasn’t sure that was the same thing under the wraps, but Jett wasn’t shallow.

Whatever. April pouted as he looked in the mirror again. He was reading too much into everything. Jett was an ass for making him wear a bright pink tracksuit, which, on top of everything, was made for a girl.

If there was one thing Jett was right about, however, April tried to pull the pants up as much as he could, that had to be that he had enough to fill the bottom.

Eventually, with a sigh, he gave up. He would have to wear the pants hanging low because otherwise, the cut would practically show off his dick too much. April winced as he tried to adjust it; he didn’t need someone else to tell him he was big in the downstairs department, at least for his skinny frame. It was quite the miracle how he could have such ass and dick while barely having meat on his bones otherwise. Or maybe it was just a matter of perspective. Because he was so skinny, other things appeared big.

“April, did you fall in the shower or something?” Jett knocked on the door.

“Coming,” April replied.

He opened the door and stared at Jett with what he hoped looked like murder written all over his face. Jett offered him a satisfied grin in reply. Then he grabbed April by one elbow and turned him. A small slap over his ass followed.

April turned in shock and pushed Jett back. “Cut it out, moron.”

“Juicy, indeed,” Jett commented.

With annoyance, April worked his cock again. The damned thing didn’t feel that comfortable in that getup.

“Wow, you’re packing some heat, dude,” Jett said. “Or did you stuff a sock in there?”

“See how this is a terrible idea?”

“Let me just fix it for you.”

April yelped as Jett grabbed him by the waist with one arm, and pushed his hand in the front of his pants in one fluid motion. He squirmed as his dick was manipulated around through his underwear until it ended up pointing up.

Jett was away from him just as fast as he had approached him. “Much better now, right?”

“It’s stupid, and you know it,” April said, trying to brush away that Jett had just practically touched his dick.

“Okay, I’ll grab a longer hoodie for you, but you’ll wear the pants,” Jett said.

“Finally, some sense,” April replied and shook his head.

***