World Cup [larry stylinson a.u.]

6.0

THE BUBU

We dance and dance to the gayest pop songs on earth. I find it funny how straight men, doesn’t even matter how straight they are, they still know every lyric for the Britney Spears’ discography. God bless the early 2000’s.

I pity the ginger as he stares around trying to figure out the reason why no girl is staring at him. The guys though, they are getting crazy about us but, luckily, none of us cares about them. I’m sure Ed has no idea of what this place really is and I make sure to keep it that way by filling his glass every time I find it half empty.

I run my hands onto his sides every once in a while and he only laughs as loud as he can. The guy seriously thinks I’m joking around.

“Looks like we have no luck with Brazilian ladies,” he yells at my ear.

“I know, right?”

“I’ll go to the bathroom,” he stumbles upon the first person on his way and I can’t let him go by himself because that’s the best place to find out what this pub is really about, so I walk along with him.

“Hey,” an Asian looking gay boy approaches me, “I’m Calum, you?”

“Ew,” I push him away, “You are ugly, mate. And I’m straight. Get the hell out!” How could he even dare to believe he’d have a shot with someone like me?

“What was that about?” Ed gets curious about my odd reaction.

“Nothing. This place is filled with fags,” I answer very low so he doesn’t quite catch it.

We enter the bathroom and all eyes turn to stare at us. I find a private cabin empty so I push the Ginger in there and I stay right next to the door to keep the homos away from my catch.

“Beleza,” a kind of hot looking dude greets me in Portuguese but I ignore him.

Hearing the language again reminds me of the Tourist and I wonder where he is. Well, he said he met some people so he is not alone for sure but why am I worrying over him?

“I’m ready,” Ed comes out from the bathroom and lands his weight on my shoulders. I need to provide him with less alcohol or he will be useless in a few hours.

We head to the dance floor again and, even if I am dying to pee, I wouldn’t let him there alone because that’s too dangerous at a gay bathroom.

“I need another drink,” Ed demands but I handle him a glass of just sprite. He is too fucked up to notice.

“Are you having fun?” I whisper at his hears, this time I get as close as I can. No matter how straight he is, that kind of contact has to cause something on him. Especially looking the way I do.

“I am,” he hugs me unexpectedly. God, this is going out so so well.

I fix myself another drink and I pour more vodka this time because my bottle is still half full and, at this rate, we should be leaving this place soon. The ginger is practically begging me to bang him already. He gets closer and closer to me every time and I’m enjoying his amateur moves a lot.

“Holy fuck,” he yells out of nowhere, “Check at my left, those two dudes are making out,” he looks something in between surprised and disgusted.

“Ew,” I bite my lips, “What the hell?” This is the exact reason why I brought him here. I wanted to see what his reaction would be. I love to watch straight men’s reactions when they find themselves in this situation.

“This is weird,” he whispers to me, “I didn’t know Brazilians were so open minded.”

I just stay in silence and enjoy it. He stares at them for a little bit too long but tries to hide the fact that he is doing it. The two guys are seriously going crazy at each other just a few steps away from us.