Vargo grumbled under his breath. Probably offensive things about Vance before turning around and storming off in the other direction.

"Such a fuckin' childish response." He glanced down at the boy. "C'mon, wake up a bit, you gotta help me walk ya!" 

"Mnn...what...ever..." 

"Ugh...." Vance held him tighter to keep him stable. He decended down the gravel pathway. "Gotta go the back way." No doubt police will be on high alert tonight.

Ciro barely help walk but since being so light, Vance had no problem carrying the teenager. Soon they succeeded to Rock Hills, his apartment in West End. He aided Ciro up two flights of steps before reaching his apartment number.

"Finally."

He led Ciro inside and first laid him on the couch next to the kitchen table. He wiped his forehead. Not gonna lie, I broke a sweat. 

He switched on the living room fan and opened the window in his bedroom, also turning the fan that resided in his window. He changed into a pair of light cotton pants. 

He returned to the boy. "Hey Sicily, you gotta move, c'mon." Ciro barely opened his eyes.

"Where...am...I?" He mumbled.

"My place, now get up." 

He barely stood up, struggling to get off the couch. 

"Haa, I'll help man." Van once more wrapped his arm around his waist. He led him to his room. 

"Hot...." Ciro breathed out.

"Hot?" Vance asked.

Ciro pushed a bit off of Vance and began to strip his shirt. 

"Hey, hey!" 

Ciro unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down to his ankles. Now in a pair of black boxers. 

Maybe he thinks this is his room? 

He can't help but oggle at Ciro's exposed skin and slender body. He’s….smoothe…but he’s a dude, how can he be like that? He ran his hand through his hair uncomfortably. God damn...

Without hesitation, Ciro slid into Vance's bed and snuggled up to the pillow, burrying half his face into the soft material. 

Vance swallowed hard, the sweat returning to his face. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe the weed but he found himself kneeling onto the mattress. His knees creaking on the bed. He leaned close to Ciro's face. 

Feeling possessed, drunk, and stupid, he kissed the unconscious boy. Smacking both their lips feverishly. He blew out a breath and kissed him again with more force. His unwanted erection pressed against Ciro's naked thigh.

The second he touched his lips again, he realized the mistake. He hurriedly whipped off the bed. 

Vance grabbed a fresh pair of sweat pants and shirt and threw them on the bed before scurrying out of the bedroom in shock.

His mind couldn't process what he did. He turned back to the bedroom door. Why did I take him here in the first place? I was angry at the fucker Vargo. But why? Now I just fucking kissed him! 

He plopped onto the couch, an open pack of cigarettes lied on the coffee table. He lit one. 

Smoking, he stared blankly up at the ceiling. Seeing Ciro like that on my bed, snugging on my pillow.... It made something inside me impulsive. 

He’s not a broad. He’s a damn dude.

A damn fucking dude. A dude with no tits or pussy. 

He has a fucking dick for Christ sakes! 

But…he looked so sex-

Van crushed the cigarette out in the ashtray before trying to drift off to sleep. It was hard for him that night, one of many hard nights to come. If it weren't for the alcohol he probably wouldn't have had a blink of sleep. Somehow, someway he was able to drift off.

The morning sun peaking from damaged blinds was unwelcoming to Vance's shuttered eyes. He scrunched his face as he streched out his sore body. Ugh my head... He slowly lifted off the couch. 

After relieving himself in the bathroom, he carried himself half dead to the kitchen. He changed out the coffee filter and scooped in fresh coffee grounds. While he waited for the coffee to brew, he downed a cupfull of water. God I did way too much drinking n' smokin' last night....

The chain of events slowly crept back into his fuzzy memories. He dropped his cup of water. It shattered on the floor. 

That was a dream right? No way in hell I'll take Sicily back here!

The worse was confirmed as he heard the door to his bedroom unclack...