Erriks Randsom

Speed was stumbling through the house in the earlier morning. The night before he had locked the place up securely so no one could get in, which meant the place was to himself. He was in his normal sleep wear, which is nothing, but feeling like there were prying eyes, he slipped on some bright Cyan underwear. He scratched his balls, and stretched trying to wake up, the muscles in the his legs bulging out creating deep ridges. Speeds torso was rippled with muscle that formed a toned solid mass, and then stopped abruptly when it met his pectorals, that jutted out in a strong form. Since Rehab, he had changed his life so much, including getting built so he could look at himself in the mirror again. Speeds body had a dull shine to him from the nights sleep and he seemed to shine like metal as he made an early breakfast. He cracked open five raw eggs, poured them into a cup, and then sat down to finish his fiber cereal. Drinking the last of the eggs, and tossing the bowl into the sink, Speed spun around and went into the room to change, he had his hands on the underwears' waist band when he froze.

Errik woke up early, just as the sun was coming up. It took him a few minutes for him to remember where he was, but the he knew. He had fallen asleep at the tree house last night. He got out of bed, and made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat. Errik knew he was the only one there so he didnt bother putting his jeans and shirt on. He grabbed a piece of toast and a glass of milk, and the made his way to the living room to watch TV. He stopped as he passed one of the other bedrooms, the door was open, and there was someone standing there. Errik didnt say a word, but stood there shocked that there was someone else in the house.

Whirlwinding around, Speed looked out of the door in his underwear, his entire body tensed muscles hardened like a rock, ready to pounce. He could see another kid a little younger than him standing there watching him. He blushed as he thought of the fact that he was about to yank down his undies in front the the young man. He looked at the guy examining his features. He had thick, long dark brown hair, which looked to be naturally messy. Piercing through the distance between the two, Speed saw dark green eyes, and pale white skin. Speed can only see a few freckles that were noticeable at this distance. The boy was a toned, but not overly muscular child, wearing only navy blue boxer shorts. Looking up at the face of the boy again, after scanning his legs to the very tip of his toes. For a brief second recognition flashed across his face as he realized he was looking at Errik White, the winner of a few games ago. Speed gulped and blushed again trying to advert his eyes from Erriks slim body. "How did you manage to get in here? I boarded everything up last night..." Speed mumbled trying to regain control of himself.

Errik was quite embarrassed, he could have sworn that he had been the only one in the house last night. He didnt know what to do, he looked at the boy. Errik had never really thought about something like this ever happening. The boy standing in front of him was was wearing nothing but bright cyan coloured underwear. "I was here last night, I fell asleep in one of the other bedrooms. I didnt think there was anyone else here." He answered. Errik tried to look away but found himself drawn to the boy, his eyes wandered down and then back up as he gave him a good look over.

Speed flashed a smirk and looked at the kid, "Well had I known you were here, we could of..." He reaches to readjust his waistband level, "Umm..." clears his throat, "We could of had a fun night. Like play games and stuff!" Speed stretched again and moved towards Errik. "So why are you hanging out in this trash heap instead of your victors village? Yeha I know you're Errik, I'm Speed by the way." Speed reaches out his hand to shake Erriks. In doing so, he reveals the scars from his past drug addictions, and he slowly clamps his hand over his elbow, bringing his arm back.

Errik was surprised by the boys straightforwardness, and taken aback. What he wasn't surprised by was the fact that he recognized him. Errik didnt like the victors village, it was too nice, and always reminded him of all the things that he had lost to get there. "I prefer to be outside, the forest is my true home." He explained. Errik noticed the scars on Speed's arm, but didnt let on. He knew what it was to have things you didnt want others to know about, he had a few scars of his own. "Its nice to meet you Speed." Errik said.

"Sorry, I get a little... nervous whenever someone sees my scars. They usually judge me unfairly... I completely understand you, I come out here whenever I feel the urge to use. And usually I would bring company to play card games" a scene of last weeks strip poker game with a few of his closest friends came to mind, causing him to smile, "to keep me occupied. Otherwise I'm afraid that I'd sleep walk to the dealers... that's why I boarded up the house, so I couldn't get out... not so you couldn't get in." Speed beckoned towards the Tv, mentioning Errik to lead the way to the couches. He had all intention of following behind him.

"Dont worry about what other people think, your past is none of their business." Errik replied, trying to reassure him. Errik started to walk towards the couches in front of the TV. "whats a good show to watch?" He asked as he took a seat on one of the couches. "I dont watch a lot of TV, what do you like?"

Speed watched the kid's ass as he walked. He was lost int eh navy blue fabric for the first half of the question, but finally looked up when they reached the couches. Come to think of it, he didn't even know if the TV here worked. Every time he was here he was with his friends doing something to distract himself from his addiction. "Thanks, you're not a big supporter on digging into peoples past either huh? and TV wise, I dont watch it. I don't even know if it works here or not, but we could always just put it on a music station, and just talk." Speed liked the idea of talking, it gave him a reason to look at the kid without being a freak. In reality Speed has seen plenty of TV and knows a lot of great shows to watch. However He was intrigued by Errik, and wanted to know more about him. He toyed with the Idea of telling the kid, what he thought so far. Of how he thought that they should play a game of Poker, Preferably strip... That'd take a lot of convincing to do since they each would only be able to lose just once... and of, other thoughts running through his mind. Craking his neck Speed looked over at Errik waiting for a response.

Errik found a remote and turned on the TV. It did work, but he didnt know what they should watch. He began flipping through the channels to see what would be good. It wasnt until then that Errik realized he was still not wearing any clothes. He looked around to see if he could find a shirt, there was one laying on a chair beside the couch, it turned out to be one of his. He grabbed the shirt and pulled it on, and did the same with a pair of shorts not too far away either.

Speed got very disappointed very quickly. He saw Errik reaching for his shirt, he saw his back muscles tense and release. He saw the gracefulness that was in every movement the Errik made, he caught himself starring at Erriks but again as he pulled on his shorts and Speed blushed. He figured he wouldn't tell him, so far it was a good relationship and he didn't ant to destroy that. "So Erm you can have my clothes if you want" Speed said with a smirk. He remembered how he undressed in the living room and just stumbled to the room last night, it was late but he always kept some extra clothes here to change into.

Errik turned to Speed, "Do you see anything you want to watch?" He asked. He grabbed his toast and began eating his breakfast. "So tell me about yourself. What are your hobbies, and interests?" Errik asked, taking a a sip of his milk.

Speed's heart stopped. "Umm..." What the hell? Who asks a question like that? What if He answered but then the other kid ran away? what if he scared him away? what if he wasn't good enough? how can he answer this? What type of hobby would this kid like? What do I say to keep him interested? Is it even possible to respond to a hot guy? What if he gets upset? what if he isn't satisfied? What if I bored him? All the questions shot through his head at the speed of light "Uhh, I, Uhh... I don't really know actually. I haven't actually thought about it much, usually hang out with my friends" another picture of strip poker flashed into his head, causing him to smile.

"Do you like to play cards, we could do something with that." Errik said. He stood up and walked over to the bookshelf in the corner. Errik grabbed a lose deck of cards and started shuffling as he made his way back to the couch. He watched Speed, he was having a hard time figuring him out, but Errik seemed to like him. He had a dark sense to him, which attracted Errik.

Speed watched as Errik walked over to the shelf, with the stack of cards on it. It was one of those classic sets, with the red on the back and white lines stretching and creating intricate patterns on the back. The edges were fuzzy and the corners were kind of crinkled. You could easily tell that they were well played with, and used. Speed smiled at the question and several images flashed through his mind as he remembered all the types of games he played with cards and his friends. "Oh, cards? Bro, I am the king of cards. what do you play? I can play poker, but the type of poker I play... is different." Speed said looking down into the corner and smiling.

Errik returned to the couch where Speed was sitting, slowly shuffling the cards. He laughed when Speed stated 'that he was the king of cards,' and considered it as a challenge. "Let me guess, your kind of game is strip poker." Errik said jokingly. He handed the deck of cards to Speed. "lets see just if you really are the King of Cards." he added as he took a seat across from him at the table.

"Haha how'd you know? I play it with my boys all the time!" He said boys the same way a girl used girlfriends, He had been saying it for years, but suddenly he was very conscious of the fact. He sat down at the old oak table, several scratches ran the length, giving it an old styled look. He looked across to Errik. He was graceful looking kid, and seemed natural in a surrounding like this. It was almost perfect, minus the whole longing and pain that Speed felt bubbling in his chest.

"I dont know, you just seem like the kind of person who would do something like that." Errik said laughing. Errik looked into Speed's eyes, and then they wandered down going over his body. He was still wearing his bright colored underwear. Errik admired Speed's comfort with his own body, he knew himself that he wasn't one to flaunt his body, even though he knew he had a nice one. Something clicked then, and Errik suddenly felt a tight knot in his stomach.

"Should I be offended?" Speed laughed, as he looked over at Errik, he seemed so smooth with words, Speed could understand that though, His eyes finding those of Erriks watching his. He realized he had just been caught checking another guy out, first time for everything. He cleared his throat, and saw a shift in Erriks eyes, the same one that he saw every single time someone found out his dirty little secret. "So... uh what card game?"

Errik thought about what a good game would be. "How about lets play, Go Fish." He suggested, after a few moments. Errik stood up and grabbed his glass and walked to the kitchen to pour himself another drink. "Speed, do you want a drink?" He asked calling out from the kitchen.

"Sounds good, And any type of drink will suffice" called Speed as he set up the game. He breathed his heart beating trying to figure out which way in a million this night could possibly go. He looked down, and realized he was only in his undies, and quickly pulled on dark blue jeans that made his tan pop even more. Running a hand through his hair, he sat back down at the table, obsessing about every little detail he could find wrong with himself.

Errik poured himself a paralyzer, and mixed a drink for Speed. Vodka 7 with some orange juice and a lemon. He grabbed the glasses and carried them back out to the living room. He noticed with disappointment that Speed had put pants on, but it made his skin look darker. "I liked you better with out pants on." He said out loud, before he could stop himself.

"First time I heard that!" quipped Speed as he took a seat. He was never really a drinker, so he just sipped the liquid and set it aside. He breathed and looked over at Errik, "What group of cards do you want?" he motioned to the two piles of 7 cards on the table. He wanted to get the game rolling. As he waited he wondered how the hell a 15 year kid could make a mixed drink.