Jack x Michael WG

I hate discos.

I hate everything about 'em – the flashing lights, the mindless 'meeting sprees' and the crap music.

I don't know what I'm doing here. I could be at home, doing nothing.

This dark room is so crowded; it's hot and sweaty. I can't breathe. Maybe if I was with someone I wouldn't feel so irritated. Maybe if I wasn't huddled over my phone, seated at the smallest table at the back of the club and instead had joined my friends on the dance floor I might be enjoying myself more. Though they look like retards, the lot of 'em.

I hate this song. I've hated every song so far. Instinctively, I bring my ipod to the highest possible volume but not even A Toute Le Monde can block out the ridiculous repetitive electric beats.

And I can't go home either. Fucking Richard's Dad is picking us up at twelve and they don't actually let anyone out until they're assured their lift is at the door. This is a shit club.

"I'm debating murdering you in my sleep with a machete," I inform Tony, as he bounces over to my table, face flushed. "Quite possibly one of my biggest ever regrets is coming to one of these things. I certainly never plan to come again."

"Halloween disco's in a week." He grabs my can of Red Bull and immediately empties it.

"Couldn't give a fuck."

"Jesus, I didn't think you'd be this bad. It's better than spending the evening on Facebook."

"I'd rather be doing my Science homework."

I hate Science. He knows this. I also hate Facebook but the idea of an evening on the social networking site rather than this hellhole seems like an absolute Utopia.

"Have you met anyone yet?"

I'll fucking slug him one if he keeps this up.

"NO, and I don't plan to." My phone beeps. The text is from my mother – No, I WON'T drive all the way over to Bunclody just to collect you early!

"See that girl over there?" Tony gestures towards a tall blond who appears to be eating the face of the boy she's holding.

"Had her just now. Great meet."

The fact that you're content shoving your tongue down the throat of a nameless stranger for a matter of seconds who'll remember you only as whatever number is disgusting. Get a life.

"Get a life, Jack. Meet someone."

The retard, high from only half a can, ambles back onto the dance floor, probably with intentions of swapping saliva with yet another insensitive whore.

I survey the party through narrowed eyes. Suddenly I catch a glimpse of the only reason I agreed to come in the first place. Richard; a ridiculously beautiful excuse for a boy. I wished the boys in my PE class looked like him.

Subject in question was swaying, slim body pressed up against an older guy. I must say, you don't get that a lot at M2. Although the rest of the club kept a certain distance from the couple, no one was paying them much attention. I was kind of wishing they'd start meeting, just so I'd have something to look at but, gay as Richard is, even he isn't stupid enough to start snogging his boyfriend in front of his classmates. Later, maybe.

He stops for a second, to push his buttercup blond hair out of his eyes. The violet streaks were my idea, although in this light they're quite unflattering. He looked better last month, when his hair was electric blue. But Richard's the kind of guy who could be bald and still beautiful. Those cheekbones, that bone structure…

Still, fine as he is, the boy's a stick. Skinny out. I can make out his ribcage through his ByeGye Kitty shirt. I know 'emo's are traditionally slender but the boy has no body mass.

Still, I have certain sites bookmarked to my favourites for when I want to get seriously turned on. And it's not like Richard and I are going out anyway; he's just something nice to look at. I don't have a boyfriend. I'd like one, though. But he has to be fat. And shorter than me.

Just as I'm thinking this through, a plump younger boy catches my attention. I think he's just arrived; he's standing anxiously with a group of friends, whispering. Clothing is black. Hair is black. Eyes are outlined in kohl. Awesome.

The tubby boy and a friend break away from the bigger group and settle themselves on a couch, directly behind me. Funny, I think I've seen his friend before, a familiar face…? I don't really care. The fatter boy has captured my complete attention.

Just when I thought Richard was the epitome of beautiful, this boy's adorable innocence has enthralled me. While Richard does have an amazing bone structure, the ebony haired boy's heart shaped, round, cherubic face is too adorable, his tubby cheeks almost angelic.

What's better is that if I had to label him I would pick EMO. The choppy black bangs and thick side fringe are enough of a giveaway on their own. Not to mention his face is powdered chalk white, and eyes are surrounded by thick black liner.
Although, I've never seen a FAT emo before. He's way bigger than his friend who is your typical, effeminately slender version of the stereotype. But the boy himself is certainly overweight, with a soft chest and curved stomach. He's got such little legs but they looks so wide, stuffed into a pair of tight black jeans. That fat ass must be uncomfortable; no way those jeans were meant to hold that much flab. His plump arms fidget uncomfortably, fat wobbling as he gestures to his friend, clearly telling a story.

Come here, come over here!

My God, I think I'm in love. I've never seen such a cutie! Richard couldn't compete-

"JACK!"

Said boy bellows in my ear.

"It's just gone eleven. You OK?"

I could look at this fat boy for days.

"I'm sorry if Tony's been pestering you to meet randomers. I wouldn't do it either. Look, I'm not exactly crazy about discos either-"

"You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself."

"-But this is the only chance I get to be with my boyfriend. You know that." Richard's voice seems to be almost pleading. It's important to him that I like his boyfriend. The guy's my best friend, after all.

Although what he sees in him is beyond me. I wouldn't have him if he were the last guy on the planet. Wouldn't ride 'em if he had pedals – you know the drill. The bastard wouldn't even listen to Greenday. Richard could do a million times better.

The blond takes a seat beside me.

"I'm sorry!" He grins sheepishly, his face suddenly radiant. "I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise!"

"Nah, I kind of wanted to see what all the fuss was about. 'Member the Gaeltacht?"

"Do I!" Richard shudders at the thought of Irish college.

"I wanted to see if I could do it."

"But you hated it!"

"But I did it. Never again…" I glance over at the fat boy. He's still chatting with his friend, animatedly now. What a smile.

"That's Tony's brother."
"Huh?"

"The skinny one. He's Tony's younger brother. They're both in fourth year."

So I have seen him before. I wish he'd come over now and say hi. And introduce his friend.

"Do I need to ask?" Tony himself bounces giddily back over to us. I don't know how many girls he's locked lips with tonight.

"If he doesn't want to meet people that's his choice!"

"Didn't ask you, faggy."

Richard snarls but I take more drastic action.

"DON'T CALL-!"

"Jack, NO!"

I retract my fist. I'd like to break his nose.

"Jaaaay-sus, you're in some mood tonight!" Tony puts up his hands to defend himself. That's funny. I seem to recall reacting similarly whenever he berates Richard any ignorant term.

"Oh, fuck." We seem to have attracted the attention of Tony's brother and ~him~

"What're you doing here, you little queer?" I shoot a warning glance at Tony, his own brother, honestly?!

"I told you I was coming tonight!" An angry look appears on the boy's face. "Michael's never been to a disco before."

So Michael is the name of the one my heart leaps for.

"Oh cool, neither has Jack." Richard offers the younger boys a friendly smile. "What'd you think, Michael? Our Jack here'd leave now if he could!"

Michael shrugs shyly.

"I've only been here a few minutes."

"Well, I've been here an hour and I think I'm going to die of boredom." I raise my eyebrows. Michael nods shyly at me.

"I know, I hate this sort of music but my friends, and Liam here, said it would be fun," His sweet little smile is adorable, but when he bows his head a double chin appears. "I wanted to come once, to see what all the fuss was about. Of course, all this kissing is a little OTT…"

I honestly don't think I could fall any deeper. This boy has won me over completely.

"Whatever. Don't bother me, Liam." Tony brushes off his brother and jogs off yet again. Richard nods at the boys and turns back to me.

"I hope you won't consider this night a complete waste. But it is true these things are better… if you're here with someone."

I'd noticed.

"I don't mean meet a stranger but-"

"How do you meet someone?" Richard is taken aback by my question.

"…Well, you just ask them."

Suddenly, my whole 'mindless snogging' principal matters very little. I want to make physical contact with that fat boy and this seems to be the only way to do it. I won't even be judged too harshly. I lean in towards Richard.

"Ask him to meet me." I whisper, head jerking towards Michael.

"What?"

"Ask Michael to meet me." My face is deadpan. Richard stares at the object of my desire.

"Do you mean Liam? Tony's brother?"

"Wouldn't have any member of Tony's family. Michael." I say, more insistently.

"The fat one?"

Jesus Christ, he's lucky he's so cute. Stop being so slow.

"Yes. I'm sure. Go ask him."

Richard offers me a puzzled expression but he rises to approach the two boys. I don't make eye contact while he asks.

A few seconds pass and then I hear footsteps.

When I look up I meet a pair of cornflower blue eyes. Michael.

"Um,"

I rise and take into consideration our height differences. I've got about four inches on him. Then, he's sixteen; I'm eighteen.

"If you were kidding then I just want to say I don't think it's a funny joke. And, uh…" His gaze drops to the floor. "If you were serious… I'm really sorry but I would never kiss a stranger…"

"I wasn't kidding." I respond immediately. The younger boy blushes, a tinge of pink appearing on his pale chubby cheeks.

"Y-You weren't? Then, uh…"

"I won't pressure you into anything; I completely understand that you don't partake in senseless meeting. I'm kind of against it myself… but I feel I have to make an exception for you." The boy's eyes widen.

"In that case…I don't kiss strangers but…if we got to know each other…?" I grin, almost cheesily.

"Please sit with me."

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

"I always thought you were straight."

"I changed my mind."

Richard stares bemusedly at me.

"He's so tubby. Do you really like him?"

"I do. You have your tastes. I have mine."

"I won't judge you, Jack! Hardly…I think it's great you finally like someone. But… why didn't you tell me… you liked other boys?" Richard's eyes bear a sad expression. I hadn't meant to hurt him!

"I probably should've but… to be honest, I dunno. I haven't told anyone. Until now."

"Do you… do you think I'm cute then?"

…
What an idiot. It doesn't really matter what I think, regardless! You have that stuck up pig of a boyfriend so what does my opinion matter?

"'Course I think you're cute, Rich. Straightest man in the world would think you're cute." This seems to please him.

"Thanks… if you had told me you like boys… we could've gone out, maybe…"

…NOW he decides to tell me this.

"It's not a impossibility now. Depends how keen Michael is."
"It's a total impossibility! Jack, that fat boy is CRAZY about you, and you've barely known each other an hour!" There's a slight hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Do you really think he's crazy about me?"

"Jack. You've spent the past half and hour snuggled up on the couch, his head resting on your arm. He was listening to whatever you were saying with eyes as wide as dinner plates!"

"We were talking about Metallica."

"You could be talking about mowing the lawn and he'd still look at you with that expression!" This flatters me. "Of course, keep in mind this must be the best day of his life. He's probably never gone out with anyone before and today he just walks into a club and, without even trying, pulls one of the best looking boys there!"

…I'm not 100% sure what to make of this. Hey, Richard, don't be so mean about the boy. Just 'cause he's tubby is no need to judge him. And… one of the best looking boys there..?!

"He doesn't even try…" Richard mumbles but suddenly informs me he has to get back to his boyfriend as Michael returns. His friends had wanted to know what the hell was going on. The boy's cheeks are flushed with excitement.

"See ya, Michael."

"Bye, Richard!"

"Hey, you." I pull him back down beside me. He lets out a soft cry of surprise as I draw him closer to my chest. "Did you tell them to stop staring?" He blushes.

"I kind of like when they stare. I've never had a reason for my friends to be jealous before…" He looks down where I've entwined my long slender fingers with his podgy ones. I press into the soft padding on his palm. It feels so squishy, like a little ball of dough.

"Reason to be jealous?"

"My friends say you're really fine…"

"And what do you think?"

"I think… I don't know how I got this lucky…" He pauses. "Stuff like this doesn't ordinarily happen to me."

"Me either."

"I've never had a boyfriend before."

"Oh? Am I your boyfriend then?"
He suddenly pulls away, anxiously chewing on a fingernail.

"I didn't mean-we don't have to be going out…Of course, you wouldn't want to go out with me, I'm sorry, I shouldn't rush to conclusions!"

I let out a chuckle.

"You're a little slow. Of course I'm your boyfriend." I lift his fleshy hand up to my lips and lightly brush it with a kiss.

"So, do we know each other well enough yet?" He won't quite meet my gaze.

"Um… maybe a few more minutes… I don't know where you're from."

"Carlow."

"M-me too! My History teacher says it doesn't exist, though. He says Wexford is the only county that really exists and Italy and Ireland are the only countries that exist."

"There are only two things that come from Wexford; strawberries and knackers."

Michael laughs, such a pleasant sound.

"I'll remember that. He doesn't look very much like a strawberry to me anyway!"

It is at this point Michael's friends decide to make an appearance.

"Michael! We be goin'!" Liam informs him.

"What? Now?" The chubby boy peers from his friend to me.

"Yes, NOW, you've had enough time with your boyfriend – we have to leave now!"

"Is your Ma here?"

"She'll be here in five minutes. We're to be waiting outside." Irritating tendencies must grow in Tony's family – Liam is just as annoying as his brother.

"I'm sorry!" He turns to me helplessly. "I better go – I don't want to-" I grab his arm, my fingers sinking into the soft layer of flab.

"What about my kiss?" He shyly blows me one but I'm not having it.

"Wait, I don't have your number!" Though his friends shoot him exasperated glares, he accepts my phone when I offer it to him and quickly punches in his number.

"Please do text me!" He waves his pudgy fingers goodbye – but I still want that kiss.

This time, I grab and press him firmly against my body, relishing the feeling of his soft tummy squashing into my taunt stomach. I wrap my arms around him, squeezing him a little too tightly – he lets out a little squeak. And then I tilt his head and gently but firmly lock lips. I know I have to be fast but I want to make this amazing for him.

I brush my lips against his for a few moments before daring to take it a step further. Opening my mouth slightly, I ran my tongue across his bottom lip, as if asking for entrance. He shyly grants it and I finally get my kiss. We only manage about ten seconds before his friends get impatient. He breaks away first, gasping for breath.

"Wow. Just… wow."

"I guess I'll see you later." I grin.

Maybe discos and kisses aren't so bad after all.