Will And Levi: Later

After I finished Totally Choice, I was kind of minding my own business when this little scene popped into my head. No smut, some swearing and some Australian slang.

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We're standing in line for our turn at the Monstrosity when Levi leans over and says, "That yobbo's staring at you."

"Who?" I ask, looking around. I have a horrible feeling I know, and sure enough, it's him. "Oh, fuck." It only gets worse because the guy sees us, bangs the tail of his board on the asphalt, and starts walking toward us.

"An ex?" Levi asks, as I look for somewhere to hide.

"Yeah, ex-fucking-infatuation," I say. It's too late, he's already within earshot.

"Hey," he says to Levi, lifting his chin in my direction. "You hanging out with him?"

"Yeah," Levi says, shrugging at him. "Why?"

"It was great seeing you again, Toby, sorry you have to go," I mutter; the two of them ignore me.

"'Cause you wanna watch your ass if you are," Toby says.

"Watch my arse? That's kind of impossible," Levi says. "Why?"

"He's a fuckin' ass-bandit, that's why," Toby says. Fucker keeps a straight face, too, which makes it even worse.

Levi laughs at that, turning toward me. "Hey, hoonie, you steal any arses lately?" he asks.

"Not that I am aware of," I say, grinning at him and shaking my head.

Toby is seriously unamused. "He'll get you fuckin' drunk and the next thing you know you'll be wakin' up naked and fucked six ways from Sunday," he says.

"Huh," Levi says, frowning at me. "I think I'm a bit disappointed in you, Will."

I can't believe I wasted most of a summer completely out of my mind over Toby or that I missed the fact that he didn't have a sense of humor. "What?" I say, as I trade Emo Over The Summer Of Toby for Confused By Levi.

"You haven't gotten me pissed at all," Levi says, then heaves this massive sigh.

"Oh," I say. "Sorry. You wanna know something, though?"

"I'm serious," Toby says, waving a hand. "He did it to me!"

"The thing is, Tobias, you and I were already drunk when you kissed me. Then you went off and got even drunker and you came back to me and asked me to take you to bed," I say, shaking my head.

"Did he?" Levi asks, considering Toby with his eyebrows raised.

"I did not. You made me go with you," Toby says.

"No way. I stopped drinking after you kissed me, so in case something miraculous happened, I wouldn't either end up with whiskey dick or pass out or both. And then you fuckin' came back and practically begged me to sleep with you," I say, annoyed. All I really wanted to do today was skate The Orange Monstrosity and maybe get laid, in that order. "And you want to know the worst part, Levi?"

"What's that, hoonie?" Levi asks, glancing at me.

"He was a lousy fucking lay," I say, loud. Toby's glaring at me like he wishes I'd drop dead, but I'm sick of the whole thing. "We're naked and horizontal and I give him two fingers, two," I hold them up and Levi bursts out laughing for some reason, "he reaches down and jerks himself like three times, blows his load, and passes right the fuck out. I am a considerate guy, even drunk off my ass, so I fucking jerk off into my own sock and I'm out, too. Next thing I know it's light and I'm hungover and he's all 'what the fuck's your name' and 'what the fuck did you do to me' and 'get the fuck out'."

"He chucked a wobbly over something that didn't even happen?" Levi asks. "Jesus."

"Totally spit the dummy," I say, shrugging at him.

Toby says, "What the fuck?"

"That's what you get for ignoring my calls," I tell him. "And for throwing me out in a fucking tizzy because you were freaking out about being fucked by a guy. You wouldn't fucking listen when I tried to tell you, so I gave up."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Toby says, still unhappy. I can't bring myself to care.

"You don't," I say. "I don't let other people watch me fuck, so there are no witnesses. Believe what you want."

Levi sighs and shakes his head. "Struth, what they say," he says.

"What?" Toby and I ask, in stereo. That was weird.

"One man's bad luck is another man's fortune," Levi says, shrugging at us. "Sucks to be you, Tobes."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Toby says, scowling at him. I bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing at the look on Toby's face—he hates being called 'Tobes', almost as much as he hates 'Tobias'.

"Just what it sounds like," Levi says, slinging his arm around my neck. "You've still got a stick up your arse and I've got my hoonie."

"Is that some kind of weirdo British slang for fuck-buddy or something?" Toby asks, looking even more sour than before.

"Australian," Levi and I say, together. Okay, that was just bizarre.

Levi shakes his head again. "You need to get over yourself and get laid," he says to Toby. "And no, I'm not offering you a bash."

"Good," Toby says, even though I can tell he has no idea what Levi's last statement really meant.

"And we're not fuck-buddies," Levi says. I look up at him, because I kind of thought we were, or friends-with-benefits, or something. Nothing super-serious anyhow, even though I haven't really looked at anyone else since that weekend of mostly-careful fucking at his place. Okay, yeah, since before then if I'm being honest. I keep my mouth shut, though; I have no idea if he's going to deny that we're sleeping together entirely or what. "I'm pretty much arse-over-tit in love with this choice little bastard," he says, and then he kisses me, full on the mouth, with tongue and everything. Holy fuck.

"Okay," Toby says, somewhere far away and boring. "Jesus, get a fuckin' room."

Levi lets me go and grins down at me. I swipe the back of my hand across my mouth and punch him in the arm. "What the fuck," I say, "when were you gonna tell me? And 'choice little bastard'?" I try to sound pissed off at him, but I totally fail because I'm grinning back like the idiot I am.

"Today?" Levi says, sheepishly. Then he waves at Toby, who's headed back toward the vert ramp. "Hey, Tobes! Thanks, mate!"

Toby turns around, and for a second I think he's gonna throw his skateboard at us. "What the fuck for?" he asks.

"Everything," Levi says, still smiling.

"Whatever," Toby says, and stomps off.

"You're weird," I say, shaking my head.

"It's 'cause I'm finally right-side up," Levi says, moving his arm off of my shoulders. "Affects the brain, you know. C'mon, hoonie." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me in the direction of the parking lot.

"Is that it," I say. "We just got here. You want to leave without even one run?"

"Yeah," he says. "'Cause I think I'd like to wake up fucked six ways from Sunday, and you're just the choice little bastard for the job."

I laugh and shake my head. "Are you sure? I don't think you've seen my resumé."

Levi lets go of my wrist and takes my hand instead. "I'm willing to take a chance," he says.

I shake my head again and adjust my hand so that our fingers are interlocked. "Hey, Levi?"

"Yeah?" He looks at me and we stop walking. We're kind of in the middle of the road, but it's not important enough to worry about. "So am I," I tell him. I'm not talking about sex, now, and I kind of think that he isn't, either.

"Yeah?" Levi says, the smile on his face softer. "Choice."

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