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10:00am – Tuesday
Mac anxiously walked into the bar, his body sore, he had tiny bruises on his arms, shoulders and neck, along with a cut on his lip… he had his hands slipped into his pocket as he roamed in. After last night, Charlie ended up heading home right after they fucked… god it was amazing… but now what?! Everyone will find out that he didn’t get Charlie to bathe! And the blame will be pinpointed on him!
Luckily for Mac he didn’t have to deal with Dennis in the morning, he stayed in bed as long as he could, then when Dennis was about to leave, he hoped in the shower, he knew Dennis would just leave without him, especially if he took a while. But now? Now he had to face Dennis… he was stalling as long as possible. God it was lucky for him Charlie left before 1am or else Dennis may have seen some things that require bleach to the eye.
Dennis strolled out from the back and paused when he saw Mac.
“Mac! Hey! Sorry I didn’t take you to… uh, what’s with your neck?” Dennis chuckled. “Weren’t you with Charlie last night…?” Dennis asked suspiciously as he crocked a brow.
“N-No!” Mac squeaked with panic. “N-No– he didn’t want to come over… b-but don’t worry! N-new plan! I’ll just get him drunk beforehand… if he is completely wasted then I can get him to come home with me! Heh…” Mac swallowed hard, the guilt was eating him alive.
Dee soon arrived.
“What’s up dicks… Woah! Mac… it’s like a rat bit you!”
“That’s one way to word it…” Mac murmured.
“Hmm?”
“N-Nothing!” Mac chuckled awkwardly.
“Well… what are the marks?” Dennis asks again.
“Oh uh, just invited a chick over…” He smiled nervously.
“Woww, I see how it is, you found a chick to bang, so instead of doing the Charlie thing, you bring a chick over! Damn Mac, really? Couldn’t it have waited? The longer the stank on Charlie stays the worse it will get!” Dennis exclaimed.
Mac felt a relief wave over him. This was the perfect cover.
“Y-Yeah! Yeah! That’s what happened! And dude, you’re so right- but it’s okay! I’ll fix it today!” Mac smiled.
Suddenly the doors burst open, in comes Charlie, with a large cocky grin plastered on his face. Not only did he smell worse than yesterday but he spelt like, shame, sweat… and sex. The dirty rat boy hummed as he walked over to the gang with a proud smirk. Nobody had ever seen Charlie so chipper… something definitely happened.
As for Mac? The poor man was frozen in terror, his heart thumping out of his chest, he refused to turn around to look at Charlie.
Dennis and Dee stood back and put their hands to their face… the two of them knew that smell from anywhere, but it was 10 times worse.
“Dennis, Dee, Mac~ Good morning~! I’ll be in the basement, if anyone needs me!” Charlie hummed as he passed the gang.
Dee and Dennis exchange looks then avert their eyes to Mac, piecing everything together.
Mac’s shoulders shrunk down and his breath hitched.
‘ Oh shit.’
“Mac’s banging Charlie–” Dennis and Dee both say in disbelief.
[Mac’s banging the dirt-man] - Sequel to [Charlie needs a bath]
“W-What!? No! No I'm not!” Mac cried.
“Oh really?” Dennis crocked a brow.
“Yes really?! Dude, like– why w-would I… fuck Charlie…” Mac’s voice trailed off as his breath hitched up.
“I dunno Mac… why would you fuck Charlie?” Dennis spoke.
“I-I wouldn’t! I didn’t! Can we stop talking about fucking Charlie please?!” Mac was starting to panic.
“Deandra, can we get the evidence for this case?” Dennis hummed calmly.
“Glady my dear brother.” Dee chimed in. “For starters, I hadn’t left the bar yet, I was in my car and watched you both walk out together, secondly, no girl would leave a bite like that, we’re classy, thirdly, Charlie reeks of cum.” Dee smiled charmingly and turned to her brother.
“That’s quite enough Deandra.” Dennis smirked and grasped his hands together.
Mac took a shaky deep breath. “T-That doesn’t prove a-anything…” Mac refused to look up at Dennis.
“Oh? If that’s not enough evidence I’ll check the camera in the living room– or bedroom… wherever it was you–”
“YOU HAVE A CAMERA IN THE LIVING ROOM?” Mac shouted.
“Well– yes… because what if a girl and I bang on the couch? I need to get those too… sooo, if you’re so sure… I’ll check the tape and–”
“Y-You can’t!! T-That’s like watching gay porn dude!!” Mac accidentally blurted out in fear, more fear of the fact he didn’t want Dennis or Dee to see how Charlie totally topped him. That shits embarrassing.
“AH HUH! SO YOU DID BANG CHARLIE!” Dennis pointed his finger at Mac.
“W-WhAT!? N-No! H-Hypothetically! I meant Hypothetically!!” Mac panicked.
Charlie stood by the doorframe of the basement, he heard. Everything.
“Y-You got that shit on tape?!” He shouted in a panic.
“C-CHARLIE!” Mac cried in embarrassment.
Dennis simply smirked.
“Well yes Charlie, I did, and It is not blackmail, if you have a shower, tonight. Who knows where I’ll leak it.”
“W-What!? Dude– no!” Mac cried.
Charlie felt his blood boil.
“You son of a bitch I’m going to eat the skin off of you and rip off your fingernails!” Charlie shouted in pure rage as he charged at Dennis like a feral cat.
“Ah uh– you touch me Charlie and I’m going straight to the waitress.” Dennis grinned menacingly.
Charlie froze in his spot, his body stiffened and his heart pumped.
“N-No– no you wouldn’t do that– h-he wouldn’t… do that…” Charlie stuttered nervously.
“Try me.” Dennis smirked.
Mac felt the sins crawling on his back, he felt like he was going to be sick.
“Now. Mac, you are going to take Charlie to our place, not fuck him because of some weird fetish you have, no, you will make sure he bathes and then I will destroy the tape, if you don’t, well then… I’ll just have to show the tape to the waitress, and keep it in as blackmail for the rest of your pathetic lives~” Dennis crossed his arms.
Mac felt his body tremble, he felt like he was going to collapse.
“Charlie. Now. ” Mac managed to snap in a wobbly nervous tone.
Charlie growled at Dennis like some kind of wild animal before following Mac outside.
Dee turned to Dennis.
“Do you really have a tape in the living room?” She asked curiously.
“What?! No! I’m a classy guy, Dee, I don’t bang people on the couch… unlike someone…” he cringed. “I’m doing this 1. To get Charlie to have a bath, 2. As pay back for those sons of bitches having sex on my couch! You know how much it costs to get a new couch, Deandra?” Dennis snapped at his sister.
“Yikes, Homophobic much…” Dee waved her hands.
“I am not homophobic Dee! But I won’t be able to get that vision out of my head of my two best friends screwing on that couch! I don’t care what weird shit they get up to, as long as they don’t involve me… anyways, the couch has to go– wanna close the bar today and help me pick out a new couch?” Dennis shrugged.
“Well I haven’t seen Frank today, sure why not.” she smiled and shrugged.
11:30am
“Charlie all you had to do was keep your stupid mouth shut!” Mac snapped at Charlie as he unlocked his apartment door.
“Oh well I’m sorry! But I'm pretty sure you were choking up out there! You could barely stand on your two feet, asshole! Yknow what? Fuck Dennis, and fuck you too!” Charlie shouted as he pushed past Mac and walked inside.
“Fuck me?! What the hell did I do?!” Mac snapped angrily.
Charlie swung his head around.
“Oooh I dunno, maybe manipulating me into coming to your house yesterday!? Giving me those googly eyes? Coming onto me like slut?!” Charlie snarled.
“Excuse me!?” Mac gasped. “I- I’m in the wrong here?! How am I in the wrong here! If you just showered like a normal human being we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“Well soooorrry! I wasn’t the one getting hot over a guy covered in filth?! Now was I?!” Charlie growled.
“Wait Charlie–” Mac paused.
“What!?” Charlie snapped.
“We’re in the apartment…” Mac murmured.
The two of them exchange looks before racing over to the TV unit. They start to rummage through everything on the unit, throwing DVDS on the ground, any relics that Dennis had sitting there, they weren’t finding anything!
“Where the fuck is this stupid camera?!” Charlie kicked the TV cabinet.
“I dunno! I had never even seen it before!” Mac pulled at his hair, he was freaking out.
“We have to find it– It’s the only way!” Charlie growled as he threw a bunch of shit to the ground.
“Actually Charlie… there is one way…” Mac crocked a brow.
“No… no! You can’t make me.” Charlie hissed.
“Get here you little shit!”
Mac pounced at Charlie, tackling him to the ground as he tried to pull him to the bathroom, but Charlie was refusing, it’s like his whole body went limp and there was nothing but heaviness. Mac couldn’t take this, he got up and threw his hands in the air.
“Oh dude come on! Who cares?! It’s just a bath! Big deal!”
Charlie stumbled back up.
“Ugh! I hate you!” He cried before storming toward the bathroom.
Mac was speechless, did Charlie mean that? Mac found himself feeling suddenly confused and conflicted… He chewed his bottom lip out of force of habit and awkwardly followed behind Charlie to the bathroom. There was a silence between them as Charlie stripped down. Mac kept his eyes off Charlie as he turned the water on for the tub. He grabbed some soap and poured it into the hot steamy water. Still no words were spoken. Charlie lifted one leg than the other, he slipped in and sunk his whole body inside. The silence was killing Mac right now, all that could be heard was the water pouring out from the faucet and Charlie’s movements making the water sway. Once the tub was full enough he turned the faucet off and sat back. He had to say something.
“Y-You don’t actually hate me do you Charlie…? I-I don’t think I could live with myself thinking I made you– that I… ruined… dude– please tell me you don’t hate me.” Mac frowned.
Charlie didn’t respond, he stayed silent as he fiddled with the bubbles in the water.
“Charlie… why did… you let me come onto you last night?” Mac asks instead.
Charlie shrugged a bit.
“I dunno… horny I guess…” Charlie avoided eye contact.
“Oh…” Mac swallowed, that hurt. It hurt a lot. Did it really mean nothing?
Charlie didn’t mean any of it… he was just upset and confused… he was feeling so many conflicted emotions… and he hated it.
Mac stayed silent as he filled an empty bottle of soap with water and then poured on Charlie’s greasy, dirty hair. He ran his hands through the dirt and scrubbed it.
Charlie sighed.
“I didn’t mean it.” He finally spoke up.
“Which?” Mac answered bluntly.
Charlie swallowed.
“Both.”
Mac raised a brow.
“So… Why did you?” Mac asked nervously.
Charlie sighed, he threw his head back in defeat. “For once in my life, somebody liked me for… me? It didn’t matter how gross I was, how disgustingly revolting… how wildcard I got– you… you still liked it– liked me? I–” he bit his lip. “Most people hate me Mac, find me weird, nobody gets me like you… yknow? A-and for a brief moment, I felt in charge, I felt strong, instead of a weak little boy that everyone sees me as… a-and you made me feel that way… with those looks… a-and how needy you got- I took advantage of it, I wanted to feel powerful and for once I did… I–”
Mac moved his hand onto Charlie’s cheek and pressed his lips lovingly to Charlie’s lips. He tilted Charlie’s head as he kept the kiss for a good solid moment before pulling back and wiping his mouth.
Charlie’s whole body shivered and jolted from the kiss… it felt nice. Come to think of it… he wanted to kiss Mac again. He yanked Mac’s shirt and pulled him in harshly, he smacked his lips to the other and kissed him deeply, he ran his hand along Mac’s face before parting again.
Charlie took a shaky deep breath.
“Do you… uh think Dennis actually has a tape of last night?”
Mac pursed his lips.
“Yknow what Charlie? I don’t actually think he does…”
“Oh– what makes you say that?” Charlie asked with a brow raise.
“Just messaged him letting him know you’re bathing and he replied with ‘Btw, there is no camera in the living room, jerks, next time stay off the couch.’”
Mac and Charlie stare at each other for a brief moment.
“Wanna go fuck in Dennis’ bed?” Charlie blurted out.
Mac smiles wide.
“I would be honoured.”
[Roll credits]