Apartment 913

|| Tom’s POV  ||

 

I flicked my ashes onto the tattered old bedspread and watched them smolder orange on the grey cotton, and then die out. My hand brushed at them carelessly as I took another, longer hit, letting the smoke and menthol burn my lungs. Nicotine buzzed in my bloodstream, mixing with the pleasant effect of the four or five rum and cokes that he’d bought me, my buzz from them only just starting to go away. I stretched my legs, curling my toes and listened to the soothing sound of the pitter-patter of water coming out of the bathroom. I could almost imgaine what he looked like in there, how he look with the water sliding down his chest… and going lower. I shuddered, mentally slapping myself for the image that crossed my mind. 

 

His name, I couldn’t remember the full thing- but I remember he said to call him Georg. He was near my height, his skin slightly tanned with long brown hair that fell over his shoulders in a nearly perfect way. It was disgusting. He couldn’t be any older than I am in his tie-dye shirt and baggy shorts. You would think that his clothes would look awful on the boy, but somehow he made them work.

 

I’d met him at a local club. I could smell the sickly sweet scent of incense and the more pungent smell of Mary Jane before I even saw him. He was straight forward about his intentions, walking up behind me and wrapping his fingers into a few of my dreadlocks to get my attention. He was looking for a good fuck and he thought I looked like one. I remember the way he cupped my cock through my jeans right there in front of the entire club, his hand rubbing against it as though I needed anymore indication on what he was looking for. I wanted to kill him. I was rock hard by the time we left.

 

His house smelled exactly like he did and the effect had been psychedelic on my less than sharp consciousness. We had stumbled in the small house and he, grinning as if I was some kind of prize, had pressed me against the wall, kissed me hard. His body was pressed close to mind and I could feel his hard-on pressing against my own. I hated him then, hated that he was hard and rubbing against me- hated that he had made me hard and had my hips bucking back against his. I pushed him away, but for only a moment before I had the brunette boy pinned to his wall instead on me- making sure he knew who was in control of this. If I had been smart, I would’ve walked out right then. But he had me too worked up. I growled some as m fingers curled into those straight locks that he had kept so perfect the entire night before I kissed him harshly- pressing my hips to his harder then he had to me, and a moan escaped from his mouth and against my lips. 

 

Before I knew it we were on his bed, our clothes had been tossed here or there in the almost desperate attempt to feel each others skin. Well, in his case at least. His hands kept touching any part of me that he could reach as I pinned him down on the bed. I wasn’t interested in touching him, I was only interested in his tight little asshole going around my cock. I had pushed inside of him without any warning or preperation- this was his fault anyways. He didn’t seem to care though, either the fucker got off on the pain- or he was too much of a slut to even notice. I didn’t spend much time thinking about it though, just continued to thrust inside of him over and over- knowing I had found his spot when he tightened around me and started moaning like a little bitch. “Tommy,” he had moaned, “Harder, Tommy.” Ugh, Tommy. He was nearly begging. Fucking faggot. But I had still come, thrusting deep into the flamer under me- he was just a moaning mess at that point though.

 

By the time I finished my cigarette, I was dressed and he was in the doorway to the bedroom, a towel draped low about his hips, water darkened hair had wet pearls of water dripping down his shoulders to his broad chest. He was smiling, his full lips pulled wide. I cocked an eyebrow at him. “What?” I said. 

 

“I was hoping…” he stopped. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. I knew what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth again. He was going to ask me to stay, beg me, tell me I was handsome, that I had a huge cock, that he would make breakfast. His eyes were wide, staring at me. I scoffed and he frowned, his nicely shaped eyebrows turning downwards and the skin on his forehead furrowing- as though I had said something particularly nasty to him. I hadn’t said anything.  

 

“Look, Don’t be stupid,” I told him. I pressed the butt of my cigarette into the ashtray on the bedside table and sat up. “We both know what happens next. You’re going to ask me in that pathetic way all you fags have that I should stay here with you, tonight doesn’t have to be the end of it, and that bacon and eggs are in the deal.” I stood and crossed my arms over my chest. He stammered and shut his mouth, looking slightly confused. 

 

“I-,” he started. I shook my head and scratched at my temple- he just wasn‘t going to get it, was he?

 

“Kid. It was nice and all but this isn’t my thing. I’m going to leave now. There will be no round two of passionate whatever, and there will be. No. Bacon.” I said almost harshly this time, my last word punctuated to get my point across if I hadn’t already.

 

I found my shoes, discarded at the end of the bed and shoved my feet into them after removing a flamboyant pink condom with one of my toes. He followed me silently as I collected my wallet from the living room, my baseball cap from the kitchen and my belt from the living room- not even wanting to think of how all my things got scattered across his place. I pulled my black hat low over my eyes so I could barely see him when I stopped in front of the front door of his apartment. He didn’t make a move to say goodbye his hands twitched and something in the way he was breathing made me think he was crying. How goddamned pathetic. 

 

“Look.” I stopped and shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, looking back at him for only a moment, “It’s nothing personal.” I said with a shrug, I made out that he nodded and I looped my fingers into the space between my pants and my hips. I rocked back on my heels before resolutely opening the door and leaving there as quickly as I could at this point. I didn’t want to be around here any longer then I had already been. As I was walking down the stairs, my sneakers making the metal squeak loudly, and I could hear the door slam loudly behind me. I cringed inwardly. 

 

The city outside of Georg’s complex was deserted for the most part except for a few homeless women who congregated near the door of a café making strange hissing noises, sounding more like cats in heat then anything else. I hurried past them and made my way along the fifteen blocks towards the apartment I shared with my sister. I sighed. I didn’t want to go home. I didn‘t know if Robin would be there, but I knew her little pet would be. I couldn’t remember her name. Mickey or something. Either way, she wasn’t terribly pretty and I didn’t like her an awful lot. My  sister and I had a system and it would be screwed up, even though I have to admit the girls presence hadn‘t made much of a difference- except maybe Robin was a bit calmer when she was around. Sometimes at least. 

 

Part of me vaguely remembered Robin saying something about how Maxi was meeting another new guy to take up the forth room in the loft we shared on the top floor. But I hadn’t put much thought into that. Ever since we handed that lovely little job over to the youngest kid, every person that she’d met apparently hadn’t met the standards she had apparently decided we had here. So I didn’t think there really would be another person in the apartment. Mixie was probably laying on the couch watching her stupid shows high off her ass like always.

 

On the way home, I stopped to pick up donuts at the bakery down the street, and ate them as I walked. Three glazed and a raspberry filled, the carbs helping greatly to make me a bit more sober. It was a wonder I wasn’t huge. I was always hungry, and I always ate. Yet I had always been thin, almost too thin. I’d been blessed with the metabolism of a basketball player, and for a guy who doesn‘t do the whole sports thing- well, you see how that goes. I threw the donut bag over my shoulder and pulled my hat lower over my eyes as my building came into view.

 

We owned the apartment building we lived in. It was a nice place, not too run down. It was the only thing our scab of a father ever gave us. Jorg Kaulitz, what a wonderful man. Okay, that’s a lie. He was awful, and we hardly even known him.

 

 Most of the apartment was studio apartments but the lower floors required low income and didn’t offer much space. Robin hadn’t wanted any part of it. She was furious that after twenty years, all he would leave us was work. “Tomi,” she’d said one night, high and drunk off her ass, “I can’t handle this. All of… this.” It wasn’t until the apartment block started funding her drug habits did she stop complaining.

 

I took the elevator up to the ninth floor, our studio apartment- rebuilt by us to hold the four bedrooms and a full bath. Apartment 913. I half expected to see Robbie passed out by the door like she usually was, her key lost again at someone’s house who she’d just met the night before. I let myself in only to find Marlene staring at me with a very gay boy next to her. I frowned. She better fucking tell me that she had grown a dick was fucking this kid next to her. He better not be who I had a sinking feeling he was. 

 

“Hey Tomi,” She said, smiling at me and I scowled a little bit, but I moved to sit next to her anyways, the girl instantly moving over so she was stuck between the two of us. I could tell being between two guys made her uncomfortable, but that was her fault as far as I was concerned. She was the one that his this faggot in the room with us.

 

“Who is he?” I asked bluntly.

 

“This is Bill, he’s out new roommate,” She said, holding out a cigarette and lighter to me that I snatched from her hands without a second thought about it.

 

I gave the other boy a quick look up and down, he seemed to shrink a little under my stair. Well good, at least he knew who was in charge. “I don’t like him.” I said simply, looking back at the TV to see what the children were watching. Some yellow sponge jumping around the screen laughing like a maniac and I rolled my eyes. “What the fuck are you watching? This is so stupid, Maxie.” I said, rolling my eyes as I lit the cigarette. I could already tell things were going to start sucking big-time around here now.