Summer wine
this was my...."personal" project I was working on, I was laying off submitting it, until now, if you enjoy old retro aspect of cars, cola, music during the present age of time, 2013 of course
Two killers of star crossed males, drunk on adventure, homosexuality, and of all, time together, it is not know how many people where killed my them. just the look of a porcupine punk with spicy green brown eyes, dashing hair and quills, sharing a kiss with his seemingly partner in crime; the coati. with velvet lips, would have induced fear into the American population.
but they have killed before, but that was another story,......
With the summer air, and soft sun on my skin, I well...... I fell asleep in the car ride, no doubt he smiled to see the passed out porcupine in the passenger seat of the old refurbished retro car, with special space in the back for close encounters. For me it was the smooth ride, the soft feel of the seat leather on my ass, the calm breeze of warm wind, fresher air you couldn't get from a open window at home, also I enjoyed the car ride, just knowing with your eyes closed, someone was taking you somewhere, and you could sleep on the trip to see it, waking up when you got there. No the glare of the sun, it didn't bother me, those deep aviator shades, short leather rolled up sleeves, hiking boots, dark tan, and of course worn but rad jeans, we were riding the good life, and of all, I was riding a nice car with a guy, where were we? The California coast, though I was still asleep, I dreamed of dark warmth on me, it was still very early.
Occasionally he would bring his hand and rub my chin ever so softly, then take his hand to feel my fine hair, and deliberately prick himself on my quills with his thumb, the sharp feel of pain, his pupils widen, his heart skips of beat, he enjoys pain to an almost sexual side, and my biology is perfect for that, but him knowing me, it will take a lot to raise this defense of mine. Dried specs of blood on the wheel of the car, burning to a brown crisp, on the black handle steering wheel, almost unnoticeable, he also enjoyed the burn of the heat to seal the wound, it wasn't even close to cauterizing such a small thing, but it worked for him, heat, firm pressure on the handle, it stopped the simple seeping of the wound. Occasionally as well, we would turn on the radio, if lucky Lana Del Ray would sing, a voice like silk, turning rough like cancer at the right moment, made wonderful music, a tone of enjoyment, and we would smile like teens drunk off of cherry cola, but no radio this time, he enjoyed my silent body lying there, but funny thing for me, sleep went by quite fast.
Before my senses where up and awake, I began from the stir of darkness, hearing a swooning sound of a rolling wind, down below, it wasn't wind, it was water, and from my dark shades I saw the familiar and very warm dashboard, black and blue, my limbs came awake, it was a good nap, but I felt myself unwind, and stepped out of the car. I noticed I still had the wind up of energy from the sleep, I wound my back and quills, shaked them for a bit, then put them down, I walked and saw the winding sea, I smirked, I really hoped I pedack a suit for some wet water play, and with my close bud. The crunch of sand told me something, these heavy steps of mine, it was my day off today, neither cherry cola, a good tan, or watching a soft porn video could do me any good.
Friends who have killed many things, the two of us, as I walked like the offbeat punk I was down the sand I saw Sebastian setting up the tent by the beach, of course I did in fact try to sneak up on him, surprise him, but the dry sand, worst sneaking material to step on, I groaned in my mind. As I approached he turned his head and smiled the diving knife in his hand as he fiddles with the tent, the blade was still dirty, I would have to remind him to clean it again, pathogenic opportunities right there.
"(The bitch awakes), oh thy sleeping beauty, come send the hilt of the sword in the tree, for let the peace run to be." Sebastian laughed, but I knew those eyes, he was having fun, but he was vicious, primal in attitude and jokes.
"You're a poetry singer, making me want to wrap my lips around those menthol cigarettes" I teased.
"Why don't you?" he snickers in his rare accent, eyebrows raised in a pondering manner.
"Don't need cancer or bad habits, cigs kill, killers be killed by some smokes." I answered. He stood there grinning at my answer, but not really at it, my face and spicy green brown eyes hidden behind the shades. Some people say North American Porcupines have some cute features, I don't blame him, my snout, well muzzle was really kissable.
He points to the mess of the camp, although good work, I must have woken up when he was trying to do all the work, such a show off, I laughed in my head, and also one of the coolers was next to it.
"I tried to surprise you, but it seems sleeping beauty doesn't live up to the name. Also I hope you don't mind some warm soda pop, and some other goods." He mused.
"Please tell me the other cooler is cool." I frowned.
"It is." He smiled. A sigh of relief hit me, a "heh" sigh escaped my mouth, he returned to focusing on the tent set up, fiddling with the rope, I turned to start helping.
"Mind telling what smelled so bad in the other cooler with ice?" he asked,
"It's a secret." I winked to him from behind these glasses.
"Well since you have J.K Rowling's Chamber of secrets in there, you mind getting it, and the rest of the stuff, also, you think you can prepare some food?"
"Sure thing, you would be very surprised to see what I can put on a knife, in terms of food."
He turns and eyes me, "You never do cease to surprise porcupine chico." And goes to shuffling around the poles, tents, as well as making out the parts for A and B. I hiked back to the car, the sun made its color burn warm, just by looking at, I unlocked the trunk, there was quite a lot of room for luggage, and of course the horrid dirt smell, was there. My secret, thankfully no mythical snake inside it, only worms, yes, for fishing of course.
The sulking sound of sand, my weight and the cooler, dirty ice blue, took it out of the garage, smelling of righteous gasoline for a old lawnmower, cobwebs near my head. Ick, no webs near quills, never, but back to current time. As Sebastian was working ever more on the tent, not much progress, I don't blame him, I was taught to make a bed out of materials salvaged, not have 100$ luxury in a bag for a night. But he got the supports up; I laid down the dirty blue cooler some feet away, and opened the contents.
Of all the container of worms, was small, about the size of a large yogurt container, swimming with black cold dirt and night crawlers, and the carefully wrapped herbs and spices, and fruit I would be using for cooking tonight's mystery "sea food special". Indeed Sebastian enjoyed the simple food I would provide for meetings such as this, a small climax of things for an ever growing tomorrow.
Fresh lemons........sage.....peppermint.....parsley.....Basil.....garlic.....and dill weed, perfect for fish. Of all I had some other things, butter, fresh bread to be roasted, some spices. In all I had more than enough to impress the White nosed Coati, sexy boy from down south America, and a porcupine junky. I could tell he was behind me looking over my shoulder, I could hear well that the shifts of weight into the sand, told me of his sneaky peeking, I laid my quills down.
"What goodies you got now, chico?" I hear the tang of watering hunger in his tongue, stopped working just to see the food. I turn around and bomp him on the nose with my clawed index finger, he smiles.
"Can't help it chico." He laughs.
"What? Always being a hunger junky? I wanted to make this a surprise for you, making you guess what I put in the special tonight."
"Oh a game? What do I win?" he tucks the diving knife in his pocket, and shoots that look of enjoyment of talk, Coati's, sexy back stabbers, my favorite. If only he had a lip gloss on, hehehhe.
"Well for one..." I say taking out a lemon and smelling it, its sharp sour tang overthrows the seaside smell. He stands there, eyeing my movements, erotic for him. I wondered if he thought about explicit things with my moments. I decided to play him on more, see if he would buy it, for food and sex, yeah I guess the fag in him would agree, but I'm no bitch you can order into the kitchen.
"Well for one, if you guessed the correct ingredient, I would allow you to remove a piece of clothing on me." I pocketed the shades, he had his full attention on my spicy green brown eyes, I knew this would melt his resistance.
"Si?" Sebastian asks.
"Sí, el cien por ciento." I answer. "However, since my junky in crime saw the ingredients, I will have to think of another game, with other rewards, chico." A look of disappointment and thrill hits his white snout.
"¿Es así? He asks, I only wink as I take off my shirt, a sight to see with a mammal with quills, and my pants, a piece of swim wear is revealed. I grab the tub or worms and run off, leaving him to playfully think what I meant, but because I have quills on my back doesn't mean I mean to be a prick. I smiled as I picked up the running pace, the warm sun on by dark fur, bare feet touching the grainy sand, hot with each step, but I run faster so I don't have to feel it, getting the musty sea air, and stretching out that nap in the car to the coast.
I smiled, it had been awhile since I had went fishing with my bare self, hopefully my Coati boy would have the camp all set up for a private dinner for two. My bare pads treading up hot sand, it was a good day to fish.