Trouble Comes In Two's (Sequel To "I've Done Twins"), chapter 2
"Tre... "
"It's just a little dare," Tre grinned, holding the bottle in his hands.
"No, I refuse to do it! I swear to God above if you touch me... " Mike said, his voice sorta squeaky in fear.
There he stood, stripped down to his underwear in the bathroom of a bar with Tre. In his hands, Tre held a bottle of chocolate sauce.
"I'll give ya twenty bucks!" Tre grinned.
"I don't want, nor NEED twenty bucks, Tre," Mike protested.
"Hurry the FUCK up!" Billie shouted from outside. "Think we're here just to stand around?"
Tre raised an eyebrow. "Well, Mike. One of us is getting' outta here clean."
Mike sighed. After all, it was his last night of freedom. "OK. Put it on."
Tre cackled and smothered Mike's buffed up chest in chocolate sauce. He drew a smiley face in the sauce and stepped back to admire his work.
"Well, you're good enough to eat, Mikey Boy. Now, get out there and shake what your momma gave you."
Mike smiled and stepped out. There he stood, cold and somewhat shy, in front of his friends. Chocolate sauce covered his body and froze to his chest.
Jason White stared. "Uh... " He stammered. "At least... at least Leah loves you."
"Whaddaya mean?" Mike said, scanning his underwear area. "Any woman would love this."
"Right," Freesey said, trying not to be too mean.
Mike rolled his eyes. He was blessed like a black man, and didn't care WHO knew it.
"Now, the dare IS," Billie started, "You have to rub off as much chocolate on random people as possible."
Mike sorta cringed, but raced out onto the dance floor. He rubbed himself up against as many chicks as he could, wiping off a majority of the sauce. Before he was almost done the dare, a big ass guard grabbed Mike's shoulder and tossed him onto the streets.
After ten minutes of standing outside an extremely loud club screaming "GUYS! GUYS! I'D LIKE MY CLOTHES BACK... PLEASE!", the men finally stumbled their ways out.
Tre held a beer up high and grinned in his almighty drunkenness. "I declare that tonight be-eth the night we all get so fucked we thing it's Chinese New Year!"
"Isn't it the Chinese New Year?" Billie asked, with an almost horrified look on his face.
"No. It's not until Christmas. You douche!" Jason snapped.
"WHAT?! I DRESSED UP LIKE A CHINA DOLL FOR NOTHING!"
Mike laughed and rolled his eyes to the heavens. "I swear it'd be more fun to be at home with Lee."
"Speaking of Leah," Freesey said, sitting in the gutter, "Wonder what she's up to?"
"Bad idea, huh?" Courtney smiled at her twin as she sat pouting in the gutter.
"Considering there's only one penis I like to look at... yes. It was," Leah replied sulkily.
The 'Bright' Idea was to take Leah to a MALE strip club. The blind fold came off and a giant... well... hm... swung directly in Leah's face. She had screamed and punched the guy fair in the balls, before storming out. Only going back in to order drinks.
Jess was walking up and down the street, Hayley was poking the road with a stick and Courtney was pondering what else to do.
"We could go on a mission to find the boys?"
"Can't," Hayley piped up. "It's like... illegal to see the groom before the wedding."
"That's a crock of SHIT!" Leah snapped. "Mike and I are sleeping in the same bed tonight. Quite obviously, we're waking up together tomorrow."
Jess grinned. "You're marriage is fucked already."
If only they knew THEN...
Leah sighed and got into her bed. It was two o'clock in the morning. She was feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol, but still rather happy about her wedding in a few hours time.
A night of drunken debauchery was really the last thing on her mind.
On the other hand, Mike was probably crawling through the streets of California with a stripper's pair of underwear on his head. Leah smiled at the thought of that.
Tough chance.
A loud noise turned up outside Leah's house. The loud sounds were the screaming and howling of men.
"ONCE A FARMER HAD A DOG..." Came the drunken songs from the car outside. Leah pulled herself deep under the blankets with the biggest grin on her face.
The house door swung open. She heard it all the way upstairs.
"Lee?" Mike called out. "Honey, you home?"
She decided not to answer, but to let Mike find out for himself.
The bedroom door slowly creaked open. Mike hadn't noticed the huge lump in the bed sheets. The sound of Mike getting undress was the only sound to be heard. Growing impatient, Leah waited until Mike got out of the shower (she nearly screamed when she heard the shower running). All the lights remained off in the house. Mike even showered in the dark. The sheets were suddenly pulled off. Mike gasped in horror until he realized the little ball rolled up on his bed wasn't a crazy ass, knife wielding, insane robot ninja on the hunt to kill him...
It was his fiancé.
Who, sometimes, is almost exactly LIKE a crazy ass, knife wielding, insane robot ninja on the hunt to kill him.
"Oh, it's you," Mike said, sweeping himself down onto the bed and cuddling up next to Leah and sucking in her warmth. And considering it was a chilly autumn night, much warmth was needed.
"How was your night?" Leah asked, grinning insanely as Mike planted kisses on the back of her neck.
"What happens at the party, stays at the party," Mike said secretively.
"Shall we talk about it tomorrow?" Leah murmured.
"Maybe the next day," Mike yawned. "Right now, I want you to roll over, cuddle me until I can feel my toes again and go to sleep, honey. Big day tomorrow."
"It most certainly is," Leah agreed, rolling over and cuddling into Mike. They pulled themselves up so their heads were on their pillows. Mike rubbed his toes with Leah's. They were icy cold and completely numb. However, nothing could ruin that moment they had together.
Mike had better enjoy it.
They're his last.
"It's just a little dare," Tre grinned, holding the bottle in his hands.
"No, I refuse to do it! I swear to God above if you touch me... " Mike said, his voice sorta squeaky in fear.
There he stood, stripped down to his underwear in the bathroom of a bar with Tre. In his hands, Tre held a bottle of chocolate sauce.
"I'll give ya twenty bucks!" Tre grinned.
"I don't want, nor NEED twenty bucks, Tre," Mike protested.
"Hurry the FUCK up!" Billie shouted from outside. "Think we're here just to stand around?"
Tre raised an eyebrow. "Well, Mike. One of us is getting' outta here clean."
Mike sighed. After all, it was his last night of freedom. "OK. Put it on."
Tre cackled and smothered Mike's buffed up chest in chocolate sauce. He drew a smiley face in the sauce and stepped back to admire his work.
"Well, you're good enough to eat, Mikey Boy. Now, get out there and shake what your momma gave you."
Mike smiled and stepped out. There he stood, cold and somewhat shy, in front of his friends. Chocolate sauce covered his body and froze to his chest.
Jason White stared. "Uh... " He stammered. "At least... at least Leah loves you."
"Whaddaya mean?" Mike said, scanning his underwear area. "Any woman would love this."
"Right," Freesey said, trying not to be too mean.
Mike rolled his eyes. He was blessed like a black man, and didn't care WHO knew it.
"Now, the dare IS," Billie started, "You have to rub off as much chocolate on random people as possible."
Mike sorta cringed, but raced out onto the dance floor. He rubbed himself up against as many chicks as he could, wiping off a majority of the sauce. Before he was almost done the dare, a big ass guard grabbed Mike's shoulder and tossed him onto the streets.
After ten minutes of standing outside an extremely loud club screaming "GUYS! GUYS! I'D LIKE MY CLOTHES BACK... PLEASE!", the men finally stumbled their ways out.
Tre held a beer up high and grinned in his almighty drunkenness. "I declare that tonight be-eth the night we all get so fucked we thing it's Chinese New Year!"
"Isn't it the Chinese New Year?" Billie asked, with an almost horrified look on his face.
"No. It's not until Christmas. You douche!" Jason snapped.
"WHAT?! I DRESSED UP LIKE A CHINA DOLL FOR NOTHING!"
Mike laughed and rolled his eyes to the heavens. "I swear it'd be more fun to be at home with Lee."
"Speaking of Leah," Freesey said, sitting in the gutter, "Wonder what she's up to?"
"Bad idea, huh?" Courtney smiled at her twin as she sat pouting in the gutter.
"Considering there's only one penis I like to look at... yes. It was," Leah replied sulkily.
The 'Bright' Idea was to take Leah to a MALE strip club. The blind fold came off and a giant... well... hm... swung directly in Leah's face. She had screamed and punched the guy fair in the balls, before storming out. Only going back in to order drinks.
Jess was walking up and down the street, Hayley was poking the road with a stick and Courtney was pondering what else to do.
"We could go on a mission to find the boys?"
"Can't," Hayley piped up. "It's like... illegal to see the groom before the wedding."
"That's a crock of SHIT!" Leah snapped. "Mike and I are sleeping in the same bed tonight. Quite obviously, we're waking up together tomorrow."
Jess grinned. "You're marriage is fucked already."
If only they knew THEN...
Leah sighed and got into her bed. It was two o'clock in the morning. She was feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol, but still rather happy about her wedding in a few hours time.
A night of drunken debauchery was really the last thing on her mind.
On the other hand, Mike was probably crawling through the streets of California with a stripper's pair of underwear on his head. Leah smiled at the thought of that.
Tough chance.
A loud noise turned up outside Leah's house. The loud sounds were the screaming and howling of men.
"ONCE A FARMER HAD A DOG..." Came the drunken songs from the car outside. Leah pulled herself deep under the blankets with the biggest grin on her face.
The house door swung open. She heard it all the way upstairs.
"Lee?" Mike called out. "Honey, you home?"
She decided not to answer, but to let Mike find out for himself.
The bedroom door slowly creaked open. Mike hadn't noticed the huge lump in the bed sheets. The sound of Mike getting undress was the only sound to be heard. Growing impatient, Leah waited until Mike got out of the shower (she nearly screamed when she heard the shower running). All the lights remained off in the house. Mike even showered in the dark. The sheets were suddenly pulled off. Mike gasped in horror until he realized the little ball rolled up on his bed wasn't a crazy ass, knife wielding, insane robot ninja on the hunt to kill him...
It was his fiancé.
Who, sometimes, is almost exactly LIKE a crazy ass, knife wielding, insane robot ninja on the hunt to kill him.
"Oh, it's you," Mike said, sweeping himself down onto the bed and cuddling up next to Leah and sucking in her warmth. And considering it was a chilly autumn night, much warmth was needed.
"How was your night?" Leah asked, grinning insanely as Mike planted kisses on the back of her neck.
"What happens at the party, stays at the party," Mike said secretively.
"Shall we talk about it tomorrow?" Leah murmured.
"Maybe the next day," Mike yawned. "Right now, I want you to roll over, cuddle me until I can feel my toes again and go to sleep, honey. Big day tomorrow."
"It most certainly is," Leah agreed, rolling over and cuddling into Mike. They pulled themselves up so their heads were on their pillows. Mike rubbed his toes with Leah's. They were icy cold and completely numb. However, nothing could ruin that moment they had together.
Mike had better enjoy it.
They're his last.
Previous | Page 2/2
