12Winning; the sounds of triumph; everyone's staring at me as the four cherries line up on the old worn out machine. What does a person do at a time like this? The lights above the machine flashed on and off as the word JACKPOT scrolled across the screen. What do you do? When everyone in the world is looking to you in awe and now is your chance to become what you've always wanted to be. Who do you look to? Who do you thank? Where do you go from here? I stared at the words and then at the coins as they poured out onto the floor, my hand still outreached from pulling the lever. Could this be the best thing that ever happened to me?
My first and hopefully my last memories are of him. He's always been there or at least to my current knowledge. He's my best friend and my everything, so to speak. It was him that took me to the beach and swam with me for hours and hours when I was down. It was him who told me the truth about the world when I needed to hear it. He told me when I was wrong or when others wronged me. It was him that caught me every time in my mother's bedroom with a satin gown and a dolled up face. It was him who willingly and undoubtedly accepted me from day one.
"You know, Tommy, you're my best friend" I once told him on a warm evening at the beach.
"And you're my best friend" He replied. I turned on my side to face him. We were laying there on the sand watching the sunset, again. He wasn't close enough to me to be touching, but he was close enough for my liking.
"Will you always be my best friend?" I asked, innocently, staring into his green eyes.
"Of course I will, you know that" He said laughing a little. I wasn't satisfied though, I never am. I just always needed that reassurance, for some odd reason.
"But what if you don't? What if one day you find someone else… a real girl, not a fake one like me? Then you'll love her and not me, wont you…" I said running my fingers through the soft sand between us. It wasn't like we were together or anything, at least not yet, but we'd been close ever since we met years ago.
"Haden" He said, placing his hand on mine. I was a little surprised, but it always felt nice when he treated me like this. I was only eleven and him twelve but the connection was strong "I'll always love you" he continued "Even if some pretty girl comes along, no matter who she is, she can't take me away from my best friend."
I smiled, but still… "So, you'll never leave me? You'll never be embarrassed?"
"Never, I'll always be with you" he said, my hand still in his.
"Even when I when i'm wearing a dress?" I said longingly.
"Even when you're wearing a dress" he repeated.
But that was twelve years ago and guess what? He wasn't lying.
I'm a lawyer now or working my way towards it. I've completed my bachelor's degree but have yet to finish my last year of law school. I graduated from high school a year earlier than most and got a head start but that doesn't mean I'm a professional, or at least in my eyes. Around here, people say I'm one of the best. I don't know about that but I know I'm good at what I do and that's why I have a good paying job at such a young age. There's nothing really hard or confusing about my job just tedious work and strange people. A lot of my family and friends asked me 'why, why a lawyer?' when I told them what I was going to college for. Its not like me, they said. I couldn't really give them an answer back then but now... I like to think that since I can't solve my own problems and issues, why not fix someone else's? Apparently I'm great at that.
As for me and Tommy, I guess I'm good at that too, because I still have him. In my own home in fact, we live together, 5 years and counting. We've gone through thick and thin together and have managed to fall in love with each other again and again. Tommy graduated the same year as me but he only needed his bachelors and does landscaping now. There both high paying jobs, but also time consuming. Plus this life story I've decided to write makes it hard for me to make time for other things, including Tommy. But that's not my biggest issue-
"Knock, knock!" My boss's voice echoed from outside my office, followed by a pounding on my freshly painted door. Without waiting for answer, the slightly older, slightly taller brown haired, brown eyed man entered the room, a manila envelope in his tanned hands.
I glanced up from my writing, pen still in hand, glaring at him. I had put up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign for a reason, hadn't I?
My annoyed glare didn't seem to phase him though as he strolled towards my desk, dropping the envelope over my notebook. He droned on a bit, greeting me, asking how I was, how Thomas was, not once waiting for any answers. I finally decided to pay attention once he mentioned the next case I would be working on.
"So uh, here's the scoop, or at least what I've heard. Alvin Lawrence, Mexican, 26, accused of molesting a 16 year old boy. Got time for it? Well, I hope you do because, I don't, Christine's Aunt just died and I've gotta fly out tonight so I'm counting on you." Of course her Aunt died, just when I've discovered a new talent. I sat there listening to him ramble a bit. I rested my elbows on the desk and began rubbing my temples.
"I don't really know if I can honestly take this right…" I started, but was ignored. He continued on about a real estate party that was rescheduled and other things. I must have looked bored because he leaned down, tapping my desk. I looked back up at him, hoping he was done.
"He's here now. I'll send him in once I leave. Just so you know, he's the immature type... He likes to play word games and such, but he really doesn't seem that bright. Don't get too stressed." I nodded "Uh ok, I'll see ya at Christine's party then, thanks again!" He turned and signaled once outside the door for Alvin to come in.
I stood and went to greet Alvin, who just stared me down as I introduced myself. My boss stood there for a second until I waved my hand, telling him I was fine. He shut the door and I returned to my seat. Alvin remained where he was. He was tall as well, tanned and had that 'I don't really care what people think' look on his face.
'Great' I thought, just what I always wanted.
I motioned my hand towards the seat on the opposite side of my desk, inviting him over. He sat down and folded his arms in his lap.
"So.. Mr... Lawrence, what brings you here today? What can i assist you with?" I asked to break the awkward silence; awkward for me at least. It always is.
He stared back at me, in the same annoyed fashion I would have given someone if they had asked me such an obvious question. So I took the hint, he was here for business and that was it. His eyes stared at me and then at something on my desk. I cleared my throat quietly and followed his gaze to the still opened notebook in front of me. I quickly shut it. No stranger was going to be reading my life story if i had anything to say about it.
"What're you writing?" he asked, smugly. Tch, of course, he was cheeky.
"Nothing interesting" I said quickly, shoving the notebook into my desk drawer, hoping he would take my hint and drop it. But he persisted.
"Oh" He chuckled "What is it? Your childhood memories? Your life's story or something? Those are some of the most boring things people write about" I stared back at him. What a... "I think its a waste of time" he continued "No ones really gonna care in the end anyways. I mean, when the world ends and every things gone to hell, no ones gonna sit there and think, 'Hm i sure am glad i read Joe Shmos biography'!" He snorts. I continue to stare, not sure what to say really, even though I'm a little pissed. But he's just using his words, he doesn't really know anything.
"So, I'm right?" He suddenly speaks, cocking his right eye brow up. His arms aren't folded anymore and he seems more relaxed, with his left leg propped up against my desk, slouching like a immature 16 year old in his chair. I've had enough.
"Look" I say, standing up. "If your not here for serious business, then pleases leave. Id be more than glad to help someone in real need" I say, emphasizing the last sentence.
"Sheesh, just trying to start a conversation" he says in a somewhat apologetic tone. I look at him and almost, ALMOST roll my eyes.
"Well, if you don't mind, I have other things to do" I reply, walking towards the door.
"Wait!" He yells from behind me, spinning around in his chair to face me. I look back at him sighing heavily.
"Look" he says using my same tone as before "I didn't mean to make you angry, thats just how I get comfortable" He says standing. Why is he so tall? Why is everyone so much taller than me? I don't speak, I just adjust my tie and fold my arms, signaling I don't have all day.
He rubs the back of head, nervously and continues.
"I am just in a real shit hole" He sighs "I know I act like a total jerk sometimes and thats why I'm always in trouble, but I truly am in need of your help"
I can never understand this part, the part where people tell me they need me. Need ME.
"And what makes you think I can help you" I say sharply, just like I always have to. He looks up at me, his arms falling to his sides.
"Cause your the best" he says flatly. Of course I am. Thats always the reason.. But wait, he actually...said it. To my face. He told me I'm the best. Usually people say they were recommended or something, but he actually believes I.. am. I mull his words over in my head. Maybe he's serious after all.
My silence must have made him more anxious, because he speaks again.
"Look, really, I don't know how else to tell you. I've gone to every other lawyer and they all tell me they cant help me. But you...you can, I know you can." He says, pleading a little. I sigh and walk back over to my desk, slumping into the chair but not in the immature fashion.
"So, tell me the whole story, the truth and nothing but." I say calmly.
I don't usually give my clients such a hard time but, hey, he was asking for it. We sat and talked for the next hour, him revealing his side of the so called "rape" and me taking notes. I had to. My job didn't end once I left the office, oh no. Once home I would be up till probably 1 am, going over his case again and again, trying to find its flaw. Its 5 pm now and I'm on my way home, debating on whether or not I should get take out or cook something quick at home. Or maybe, by chance, Tommy has cooked something. I doubt it though, remembering that he left a note on the fridge this morning stating he might be out late, landscaping some rich guys pool. Stupid, stuck up money hoarders. No compassion for us hardworking middle class workers who need our honeys home at a decent hour.
I stop at some fast food restaurant finally, deciding that i don't have time to cook when I've got such an interesting case to solve. Tommy's gonna yell at me again, something about dyeing young from high cholesterol but who cares? I don't exactly have the time to be a chef at home.
I pull up in the drive way of our small town house, taking note that no lights are on, so the house is sadly empty. I go inside, turning on the lights as I make my way up stairs to our bedroom. Once inside, I pull out my laptop, Alvin's case and my take out, setting them neatly on the bed. I hop on and get comfortable. After all, I'm going to be here for a while.
Our room is small, but comfy. Our queen size bed sits in the middle against the wall with a TV on the opposite wall. Nothing else really besides a door to a small closet and another to a bathroom. We do make quite a bit of money and anyone not living in Washington DC would say we were filthy rich, why live in such a small house? But thats exactly why they would say that; because they don't live here. Washington DC isn't exactly cheap. But its where all the great jobs are. I make around $80,000 a year and Tommy $50,000, making our average income $130,000 a year, $42,000 going towards our rent. Yeah, thats right, our rent is $3,500 a month. Holy crap? Exactly what i thought when Tommy told me. But its a nice area and close to both our jobs, so I don't mind. Plus, I'm not a big spender on many things except clothes. Even though I'm a guy, i think very highly of my fashion appearance and have to look good. So does Tommy, even if he doest want to, I make him. I cant go out with a slob, can I? No, I'm not materialistic, just fashion smart.
I love where we live though, I'm not going to lie. I absolutely love it here. It couldn't be more upbeat and NYC similar. And every one lives here. I mean EVERYONE. Blacks, Whites, Hispanics, Caribbean's, Gays, Straights, Trans and all kinds. Its so diverse that no one really asks questions, they just go with the flow, cause thats how it is. The big city doesn't have time for prejudice, just parties.
But that just makes my job all the more difficult and yet interesting. You never know what your gonna get in a place like this. The rich, the poor, the prude and the promiscuous. Its all here and I adore it.
Im still slouched on the bed, scanning the profile of the alleged 'victim' in my case, when I hear the door open and close downstairs, indicating Tommy's home. Its nearly 9 o clock already and he must have had a long day. I lay there listening to him shuffle around, cursing a bit as he trips over something. I think about putting my case away and giving him a little of my time, but he probably will just want to sleep, so I decide against it. I'm still stumped on a particular detail about our 'victim' when Tommy finally makes his way into our room.
A lot of people with the name Tommy come across as jocks, blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous movie star looks, you know? But not my Tommy. Not to say he's not good looking or anything, just not in that way. He definitely is gorgeous but also cute, he has that nice guy look, which he happily flaunts. His eyes are a beautiful sea green and he definitely has a movie star smile in my opinion. His hair isn't blonde, rather light brown, with a caramel color mixed in. Its not stiff short, but not long either. Its just right, going past his ears but not touching his neck. Its straight at the top but waves out a bit into loose curls at the bottom. Just adorable.
He's not girly looking though, like me and is well over 5 foot with lean muscles and an all to sexy face. I'm staring at him, I cant help it, smiling as he walks in, but I say 'hey' and turn back to my papers.
"Hey, what'cha got there" he says, lying his bag down and taking off his hoodie. He's lucky, he can wear whatever he wants to work. I have to get all dressed up just so people can be ass holes to me.
"Another case" I say through a mouthful of french fries. I don't look up at him, knowing what's coming next.
"You shouldn't be eating that, you know. It really is bad for you, Haden." He says, grabbing the box of fries and dumping them in the trash.
"Hey!" I cry. I expected him to lecture me but not take away my precious food. Well, what does he want me to eat? I don't have time! "That was my dinner, you meanie..." I say quietly, turning back to my papers.
"How much have you eatin' anyways? There's like 5 boxes of crap here. Do you WANT to have a heart attack when your 40?" He says coming over and sitting on the bed next to me.
I don't acknowledge his lat statement, to busy calling him names for throwing my food away. 'I dont really care' I think 'Thats nearly 20 years away anyways...'
He takes off his shoes and scoots a bit closer to me, trying to see what I'm studying. I scoot away almost glaring at him.
"Go away, french fry stealer" I mumble childishly and begin furiously typing away on my laptop. He chuckles and ruffles up my hair, standing up.
"I love you" he says, still smiling. He comes over in front of me, kneeling on the floor and laying the top of my laptop down, just so he can see my face. I look up. How does he do that? Make me angry one second and then totally and happily in love with him.
"How 'bout I go make you some nice shrimp" he says grinning at me. I smile back knowing that shrimp sounds really good, but quickly catch myself. No, I frown again, 'I'm still mad at you, you little, adorable, manipulator'.
"Okay, it'll be done in 15 minutes, kay?" he leans forward and pecks me on the lips lightly, then walks away. 'What the hell? Did I say I wanted anything?' I think, grumbling to myself, and smiling as he walks out. He turns his head back and flashes another grin just before he shuts the door, as if he heard my thoughts loud and clear.
But of course he cant read my mind.
"I don't get this!" I say, angrily staring at the same page for the twentieth time. This stupid kid, Diego, the supposed 'victim' has such an odd profile. What would some 16 year old basketball player, whose popular and good looking be doing with a, should I say, slum dog like Alvin?
"What is it?" Tommy asks, lying next to me on the bed. Its almost midnight and I still haven't found my flaw.
"Its this kid, why would he be hanging out with Alvin? Where did they meet? Why did they meet? He completely ignores all of those facts in his testimony." I say whining a bit and falling back onto the bed, frustrated. Tommy picks up the papers I just dropped and scans over them, his hand over his mouth in a quizzical manner.
"All he says is, I saw Alvin at one of my basket ball games and he was watching me so I went up to him and told him to keep his eyes off me. Apparently after that, Alvin convinces Diego to go to a secluded place to buy drugs from him and then rapes him. What idiot would go with a creep that was staring at him, like that, to a secluded place, like that?!" I say, exasperatedly, changing my voice into funny sounds as I mimic Diego.
Tommy is silent for awhile, studying the case, but then he shuts my laptop setting it on the floor along with my papers and food. I hear him though and protest.
"Hey, don't! I have to come up with at least one thing so I can tell Alvin I've got a lead!" I say hoisting myself up on my elbows. He ignores me, sliding up next to me on the bed, putting his arm over my chest and pulling me into his. He kisses my head and plays with my hair while he tries to console me.
"You know" he says quietly, running his fingers over my ear softly "I think the kids lying"
"Really?" I say, looking at him. I guess, maybe...
"Yeah, really, now there's your lead" He's kissing my hair now, his lips trailing closer and closer to my own.
"Your such a distraction..." I say, giggling a little as he skips my lips and goes to my neck. He knows I'm ticklish down there and does it to loosen me up. I should continue working, but I guess he could be right about the kid lying. I bring my hands to his face, cupping it and bringing those lips to mine. I guess I'm done with work for the night.
He's on top of me now, kissing me all over and making me melt in his hands...and mouth. I squirm a bit as his kisses get closer to my collar bone. He grabs my shirt and slides it off of me, trailing kisses all the way down... I stop him before he can get to my pants and bring his face back up to mine, kissing him softly.
"Can I go put it on" I whisper in his ear, making sure to breathe on it softly so that his body shudders. He looks at me for a second, slight confusion on his face, but then he smiles and nods. He releases me and sits up so I can get off the bed. I hop up, excitement beaming from my face. This is my favorite part. I don't do it often because sometimes I think he doesn't like it, but just every once in awhile shouldn't hurt. I slip into the closet and pull a silky garment out of a drawer. 'My favorite' I think as I slip into the bathroom, smiling shyly at him as I walk by.
Its lingerie. Women's lingerie to be exact. A silky, extremely short, extremely sexy night gown. Its lavender with white lace on the bottom and top and it feels so good on my skin. Like satin. I slip it on easily and it falls over my skinny body. I look at myself in the mirror, making sure it looks how I want it to. Of course it really can't though. It fits me nicely except in the chest area. It falls flat where breasts should be, but obviously aren't. I don't have curves like a girl, but it makes me look like I do, I think. I wish I had longer hair now too, as I stare at myself in the mirror, almost forgetting whose waiting for me outside. One last look and I open the door.
I walk out shyly, my hands behind my back and a small smile on my face. Tommy's just laying there, his clothes gone. 'I guess he really wants to do it' I think, giggling. He glances over, seeing me for the first time and smiles, signaling me to come over.
I turn off the light and slowly walk over to the bed. I crawl on to it and hover over him, leaning down and kissing him sweetly. I want to stay above him as I press my body against his, but he flips me over, so that I'm on my back again. His hands move all around me, up and down my upper body as he kisses me hungrily. My bodies hot and almost numb as he rubs me over and over.
"Tommy..." I breathe out his name as grabs me in between my legs. He begins to stroke and I press my hips up into him, wanting more. Wanting him to continue and yet not wanting him to. I want it to last forever. He brings his fingers to my mouth and I suck, getting them wet almost instantly. He's reaching farther down now, rubbing his left hand over my bottom and putting his fingers inside, getting me nice and slick, my lingerie still on. He tugs on the gown and begins to pull it off, ready to slide into my behind all ready.
'No..' I want to say and yet 'yes' at the same time. 'Last forever, take your time' I think, moaning against him as he glides into me. I don't want it to end, ever. I want it to stay like this forever, as I always do. This is the best time of my life, the only time in my life that I can dress, act and be what I've always wanted to be. A girl.
So I've had this idea in my head for awhile and now that I have my own computer, I've decided to get it on paper! So here it is, my first story to post on here. Um I know this first chapter is short, but I just wanted to introduce the main characters and get things flowing, ya' know? So next chapters will be longer and more interesting stuff ^^ ( and DEFINITELY more Slash/Yaoi o'course XP )