Thread: Jesse's Body (november[s n o w] ~ liynn)

Re Jesse's Body november s n o w liynn Bobby dug his face into his hands as Jesse explained what he wanted to do to this poor girl. He was used to hearing this kind of talk from Jesse, they told each other everything and sometimes that didn't work out so well on Jesse's end because he didn't really get to hear any wild stories mainly because Bobby had none to tell. Fortunately, the boy lived vicariously through his best friend and that was good enough for him, at least for now anyway. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you. He was no stranger to Jesse's stories about how the girls he fucked couldn't walk right the next day. Hell, he'd seen it before as well. When girls came into school slightly limping or when they always sucked in their breath and groaned when they sat down in class, he and Jesse knew the cause of it and couldn't help but snicker to one another. The boy sighed as he grabbed the seat belt and quickly buckled himself in. He knew how Jesse drove relatively safe, but like a bat out of hell. As they shot out of the parking lot, Bobby couldn't help but instinctively grip the sides of his seat, holding on for dear life. It was like this all the time though, his heartbeat going so fast it felt a tiny bit like a heart attack and the feeling of death always looming around the next sharp corner. This was just how Jesse drove though and he wasn't going to start complaining again, seeing as how Jesse made him walk home the last time he did. They're performing here? Why the hell are they performing here? He questioned as they finally came to a complete stop in front of the town's local shitty bar. Everybody around here called it a club, but it was quite the long stretch from a club. Well, everyone out here were sort of small town gomers who had probably never even been to a city before, so to them it was a club, the fanciest of them all. The bar wasn't so bad, if he was being honest. It was more or less just a place the alcoholics came after work, but they sometimes served beer to minors depending on who the bartender was, so it was a pretty chill place. The most exciting thing about the whole place though was probably the jukebox from like nineteen fifty something or another, or the sticker toilet. He didn't quite know which one was more famous. He allowed himself to be dragged along by the larger teen, inwardly cursing himself for being here. A group called Sexhaloic XXX was really the last band on Earth he'd ever really willingly see, but he was here for Jesse. To be his...wingman or whatever the fuck Jesse needed, not that he ever really needed him to do anything when he picked up chicks, but Bobby was happy to help whenever he could. He couldn't help but smile slightly a nudge Jesse in the side gently as the lead singer, Delilah, called him cute. I think she likes ya. He muttered before they began to play. Bobby was surprised by how good the band actually was. His eyes closed slowly as he sort of swayed to the music. It was insanely relaxing, almost to the point where the boy was unaware of his surroundings, but he wasn't as transfixed on the band as Jesse was. He smiled softly as the boy let go of his wrist and he brought it to his chest, rubbing it gently. Jesse really had a tighter grip than he knew. His eyes closed once more as the song seemingly put a spell on him, but they instantly shot open once he smelt smoke and heard a scream from behind him. Holy crap. The roof of the bar had caught on goddamn fire. He didn't know how, he didn't know when, but he knew they needed to get the fuck out of there unless they wanted to turn into barbecue. Jesse, Jess, we gotta get out of here! He grabbed the male's forearm and attempted to get him out of his daze. He kept his eyes on his surroundings though, his mouth agape as the American flag in the bar caught on fire and fell on a table, the fire instantly spreading on the floor. We have to get out now! Oddly enough, Sexaholic XXX seemed to just keep on playing.