Tyrell James was 23 years old. He was happily married to Shawna, and they had two children. And a third on the way. Tyrell worked as a construction worker during the day and that was good. He liked working with his hands and he made good money to support his wife. Tomorrow was valentines day. Tonight was going to be for him and his boy Dom to hang out. Shawna had agreed to let him go out as long as he did something nice for her for Vday. He was planning on giving her a necklace and then eating her cunt til she soaked his face.
But tonight was for him. He kissed her goodnight and hugged his babies and crawled into the low seats of Dom's beat up car. The tinted windows were peeling but the radio was high class and the music thudded through him with every beat. This always made him feel warm and safe. But he didn't say that. Dom was his best friend. They had been good friend since high school, and they hung out every week. Dom was 22, and his hair was long and he kept it in dreads. Tyrell would never admit this but the smell of Dom's hair wax always made him happy. Dom started the car and without looking over at him grinned.
"You down?" He asked. Tyrell understood and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm down. You want to go find someone?" Tyrell asked. It was the usual way of it. That was how they did this. Dom shrugged.
"We can...I'm feeling kinda lazy though. Just us cool?" Tyrell nodded.
"That's what's up." They started towards the hotel that Dom was staying at. His last girlfriend had kicked him out. Wasn't anything new. Dom had lived in the hotel more often then anywhere else.
"You want to get drinks before we go to the spot?" Dom asked, Tyrell nodded. He always felt better after a beer. Dom turned into the liquor store and asked him what he wanted. Tyrell frowned. He usually went in as well. He listed off his beer of choice and Dom nodded. Dom went inside and came back with a six pack of coronas and a brown paper bag. Looked like a forty. Dom didn't usually drink forties. Tyrell shrugged it off as Dom drove to his hotel. They got out of the car and Tyrell reached into the back seat to grab the camera case. Dom shook his head.
"Nah bro, not tonight." Tyrell frowned at Dom.
"Thought you were down?" He asked. Dom nodded.
"I am...just...not...just us? No camera?" Dom said. And Tyrell nodded. This was weird. Seriously weird. They had been doing this for years. And it was weird enough for them not to find someone but to not get it on film....that made it seem like they were doing it for fun. And he didn't know if he was ok with that. But he just nodded and walked towards the room. Dom carried the brown paper bag and the six pack inside and waited til Tyrell was through the door and closed it behind him before turning on the lights. Tyrell went completely still. The bed was covered in flower petals and there were candles all over the room. It looked like something you do for a girl you really want to fuck on Valentines day. He stared at Dom who was grabbing the bottle out of the brown paper sack, it was champagne. Looked like the nice expensive shit too, not Andre or anything. He put it in the ice bucket and turned around to look at Tyrell. He could tell he was embarrassed. He shrugged.
"Dude...what's going down?" Tyrell asked. Dom shrugged. Tyrell tried to figure this out, sure him and Tyrell had been fucking for almost ten years. But never just for fun. Always for money, or to prove a point to some little white queer boy who thought he could take them. And almost always on camera, so they could sell it to underground sites. Never shit like this. Not romantic chick shit. And Tyrell actually didn't know how he felt about this. Part of him wanted to punch Dom in the face and call him a fag. Another part of him kind of wanted to kiss him for being so sweet. He really didn't know which instinct to go with.
