It was another late, sweaty, night for Chum Chanchom at Blu, the restaurant at which he was currently employed. It was a serviceable job, the pay was nice, and the busy pace kept his mind on what was important, school. Chum had a very specific vision of the way he wanted his life to go. A good job, a quiet family, the ebony woman of his dreams, and at least four hours a day dedicated to letting him play Grand Theft Auto V in solitude. Across town, Tylor sat alone, another Friday with nothing but his computer and an internet full of porn by his side. He had a chance to get out there and get laid, but he was worried that his former associate and schoolmate Dave would take all of his chicks. It was a tale as old as time, Tylor had come to accept his current place in the universe, as it was perfectly suitable before he went to college.
It was there, that all his dreams would finally come together. Tylor had bought a new pair of glasses, but these weren't any ordinary glasses. Inside these glasses held special recording equipment that Tylor planned on capturing young, possibly drunk, females performing sexual acts on him while secretly being recorded. It was a planned act of sexually deviancy on an epic scale, one that had been years in the making. The website was up, all he needed was some gullible, young girls to meet his demand, and fall prey to his ways. He left his new toy on the desk of his room, knowing he'd be using it as soon as he went to school. Nobody, however, would expect what would happen next to these two single men.
It was an unusually hot late august, and his job had Chum working like a dog. His sweat glands had been pushed into overdrive, and he was in need of a change in clothes. Chum ran into a sweaty problem, while Tylor had his own, he was getting anxious and was tired of being alone. Tylor, typed away at his computer, inviting the sweaty young man over for a game of Max Payne, and maybe a cup of ice, cold water. Chum felt enticed by his offer, never a man to turn down a video game or something free, he agreed, on one condition. Chum couldn't stand his sweaty state he currently stood in, so he gave him a proposal. If Tylor gave him a change of clothes, down to even the underwear, he would skip the chance to go home. He was puzzled by Chum's request; it wasn't something he heard often, being asked to give his underwear to someone.
In fact, it was usually it was the other way around, and it wasn't Chum but girls. He didn't see the harm in letting someone borrow his clothes, as long as they returned them, but Chum promised so they had a deal. It felt like the longest wait of Tylor's already long life, for whatever reason, he was extra excited to see his friend tonight, maybe it was the odd placement of the moon, but Tylor just felt different that night. When he saw the car's lights reflection as they pulled into the street, Tylor made sure everything was just perfect for Chum's arrival. The house was clean, his hair was trim, and his shirt was tucked in, to make a rather dapper appearance. Chum, disheveled and more excited for playing video games, walked up to the house, black bag of video games in hand. Tylor, eagerly anticipating his arrival, quickly answered the door with a large swing, and an even larger smile. "Welcome friend! I hope you found my home with little to no trouble," he said, quickly, with a nervous crack in his voice.
"Oh yes, as usual my friend," he says warmly, finding comfort in the usual excitement of his friend. Chum stepped inside, keeping an eye on the Xbox at all times, ensuring it didn't go anywhere. "So before this game thing gets started, you said you have clothes for me?" Chum asked.
"Yes my friend! Follow me, I have a selection you can choose from in my room." So Chum reluctantly followed Tylor up the stairs, confused by why his friend was extra excited tonight.
"Well here you go! Please, feel free to take whatever you want to out of this line up," Tylor explained as he showed off his collection of prepared underwear. Ranging from briefs, to man thongs with nothing in between, Chum was shocked by Tylors choice in underwear fashion.
"So, you don't have any sort of boxers or at least boxer briefs?"
"I'm afraid not friend, all else I have are compression shorts, and those are on me right now!" Chum was visibly upset with Tylor's choice in underwear, but did not wish to offend his friend, so he picked a pair of briefs that were the most conservative.
"Oh! You know, I think I have more stuffed into this drawer," Tylor explained as he motioned towards the drawer across the room. They walked over to the drawer, but unfortunately this was no ordinary drawer. This was Tylor's troublesome drawer that refused to open because it was very old. Tylor yanked at the handle, to no avail.
"Maybe if I had some help?" Tylor called upon Chum to help. He did, hoping to hurry through these shenanigans and get back to the video games. They pulled and they pulled, but the drawer did not move an inch, but eventually Tylor found his hand on Chums. They both looked at the skin touching skin and looked away quickly, moving their hands. Tylor's cheeks were rosier than usually, Chum's hair grew curlier. They gave one last pull, and the drawer finally gave out, sending Chum falling back across the room, hitting Tylor's record player. The needle fell, and the vinyl started spinning until Bruce Springsteen's "Dancing in the Dark" started playing. It was quiet, as they sat embarrassed in their clumsiness until laughter erupted from both, unable to play it straight. Tylor helped Chum up, and they both turned to the record player, and then back to each other. "May I?" he asked Chum was a wink in his eye but still much reservation. The music blared, as their bodies moved with the beat, their souls set ablaze with life. Twisting and swinging, both of them had no ends or beginnings, but in that moment they were one.
You can't start a fire,
You can't start a fire without a spark,
This gun's for hire,
