Whole New Complexity (A Sequel to Crazy As Normal)(Izzal)

Chapter 2

Izzy who places himself over Axl exhales hot breath in the midst of a daily routine in broad daylight. "I wanna fuck you so bad."

Axl pauses in stunned surprise. Wide-eyed, he stares up the guitarist's golden green eyes, his mouth dropping open, his hands which have dragged over the guitarist's bare back now freeze entirely. This is absolutely a choke-in-panic-and-horror moment.

Izzy tilts his head, asks and answers his own question, "Do you wanna fuck me? Uhm, I think I can be on the receiving end," and getting out of bed, smiling bracingly. "Let me get a lube."

Axl is dumbfounded at his smile. Seriously, is gay sex such a casual act? It's not like a tiny little kiss Axl asked. That is to say, Izzy inserts his dick in Axl's virgin opening, or Axl's dick goes inside. Does Izzy know it causes horrible pain? Axl hates pain. Jesus fucking Christ, he definitely chooses the top! But before that, does Izzy know how to fuck a man in the first place? They need to take a shower and keep their holes clean before they use a lube. No, wait a minute. Axl's so panicked that he's jumbling together the things. The pain and personal cleanliness are the big topics per se, but the issue needing to be discussed here is completely different from how to fuck and who's gonna fuck who.

"Do you love me?" Axl asks a simple question to Izzy who's back with a bottle of lube in his hand.

"Do we need love?" He asks back simply too, rolls onto the bed alongside Axl.

"Why do you wanna fuck me?"

"'Cause we'll get more pleasure." That is typical of Izzy to say.

Izzy esteems his philosophy; Spontaneous wants are purely true, hence people should follow them. He calls it simpleness. Axl loves the way how Izzy lives, especially when he gets depressed and it leads him into blind alleys. But this is about having sex with the closest friend. They are standing in front of an entrance which they should not step into easily, at least Axl feels that according to his book.

Axl continues with his questions. "Do friends fuck?"

Izzy slips the bottle beside the pillow and folds his arms across his chest. "Hmm, perhaps friends don't fuck."

"Right, that's my point. Sex generally severs ties of friendship." Axl wants to stress that. He enjoys a one-night stand but Izzy isn't a kind of man he turns his back on in cold blood after the enjoyment of a sensual pleasure.

"But you don't suck your friend's dick or chew his nipples." Izzy offers a counterargument in a mild voice like he talks about the weather.

"Yeah, that's my another point." Axl sighs. "And I think I love Erin."

"You think you love her? That's a strong explanation of love." Izzy chuckles quietly.

A relaxed atmosphere spreads between them. It makes Axl recapture their high school days. They used to lie down on their back side by side on Izzy's bed, talking whatever they wanted like  dirty jokes to their rock n' roll dreams, with a cigarette or marijuana between their fingers. Looking back now, not only their point of view was laughably idealistic but also they were too naive not to feel the physical attraction of the other.

Axl asks about Izzy's ex girlfriend who left him right after the homeboys had started blowing each other. "Did you love Angela?"

"I dumped her and since then I've kept my calmness without her, so maybe I wasn't seriously into her after all when I think back on it now."

"Hey, I can tell she dumped you. Why?"

Izzy snorts at the inference. Starting with a joke, Axl keeps on his investigation. "Let's say you called her by my name during sex."

After a moment of utter silence, Axl meets a stupefied look. "Gee, you did."

The guitarist flushes red as flame just as their eyes meet. "It was a little mistake!" He sits up and yelps in desperation. "Or, yeah, it was your fault! You're way too good at this shit!" Axl rarely hears the reserved friend speaks this fast.

"Wow, I'm very flattered." He can't stop giggling and at the same time making a mental note not to let the moan slip like 'Right there, Izzy,' because his guitarist gives him the most seditious touches ever. Lately, he begins to wander in memories where the guitarist's fingers stroked around his own skin when he sees them noodling on the guitar. He's on the border of the same trap.

"You didn't leave your clanger alone, did you?"

Izzy lies back on the bed. "She'd kicked me out of the bed before I could recover it." He recognizes Axl's encouraging eyes and turns his back yet goes on with his breakup story. "Only that."

The separation due to calling an outsider's name in bed won't develop a soap opera only if the name belongs to a man, so Axl changes the question. "What do you think about Erin?"

"She's a nice girl."

"Don't save it. I know you haven't liked her from day one."

"It's just," Izzy rolls over to look at Axl. "She's been bugging me. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Why is she your pain in the ass?"

"You're persistent. Don't you ever give up?" He doesn't sound angry. He puts his head on his folded arm with a sigh of resignation, and pours out. "She's mounting on me all the time."

"What!?" Axl's back is stiffened. This time, he sits up furiously. This is definitely a thing which can't be allowed to pass without comment.

The other man's hoarse voice laughs a bit. "She doesn't physically do the act of mounting like a monkey. She puts something along the lines of her saying, like she's much closer to you than me. She always wants to show her superiority. She fucking repeated it last night, man! She must have a wild animalistic instinct innerly."

"What did you say to her last night?"

"Nothing. How long do you think we've been around? She's no competition."

"Woah, you feel jealous of her." Axl giggles at the fact that Izzy puts himself and her on the same level.

"Impossible." Izzy contradicts him immediately.

"You do." Axl curves his hand along Izzy's cheek. "And I like it." Izzy's mouth does a pout thing due to an embarrassment.

"Were you jealous of Angela?" Izzy asks him, his eyes are kind of beaming as if he found a powerful weapon to fight back.

"No, you two had broken up before I figured out what I'd feel about her."

"Suck it." Izzy pushes Axl's chest.

"Oh, you want me to suck your cock?" says Axl after he straddles him and squeezes his crotch. He fully takes advantage of an inferior position the inky black haired man admits non-verbally.

"Uhh! Get away from me! I didn't mean that!" Izzy tries his best very well and yet the moan is hot enough to beg an indecent touch.

"We don't fuck, okay?" Axl leans down and Izzy groans out a soft 'mhmm' sound of agreement.

"You oughta know I feel safer with you than anyone else." He says while he chews Izzy's lower lip.

Izzy whispers against his mouth. "Guess I've always known that." Axl hears a little smile in his voice.