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"Why are you shaking?"
Jerry holds his face in his hands, and Dean's lips are trembling, as if he's really going to cry.
"So scared?"
"No. Of course not. Why should I be scared? I'm just standing in front of a boy who is nine years younger than me and wants to pierce my lower lip right now. I'm okay. Really."
"I have a lot of experience!" Jerry says indignantly, turning around to take a marker from the table. A party at the house of a mutual acquintance, who doesn't even realize that they have secluded themselves in one of the rooms not for sex at all. Everything started with "Hey, handsome! You'd look real good with a piercing in your lower lip. Wanna try?"
How could he trust this random guy? He looks cute, but the devil knows what's going on in his soul. Dean agreed almost immediately, because there were sparks dancing in the big gray eyes. Very convincing sparks.
Jerry asks him to freeze so he can put a mark on it. Dean whines faintly, as if his lip has already been pierced. Jerry turns the phone screen towards him.
"Is that good?"
Dean nodded uncertainly, and the phone was immediately taken away from him. So he wouldn't call for help, Jerry explained with a wink. It would be funny if it wasn't so scary.
"God," Dean whimpers, leaning back against the dresser. "I've never been so scared in my life."
"You know, usually when I have something unpleasant to do," Jerry begins to tell, taking a pack of needles out of his pocket and carefully wiping the place of the alleged puncture with an alcohol napkin, "I think that this is all just temporary. That is, everything will be fine then."
"Is this self-deception?" Dean snorts.
Jerry takes out a needle.
"Call it what you want. But in five minutes you'll be fresh with a piercing in your lower lip, and I'll be proud of my new job."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Just relax. It will hurt for a while, but only for a few days."
Jerry tells him to shut up and freeze again. The needle enters terribly slowly. Dean tries his best, but in the end he can't stand it and breaks into a scream. Jerry pulls back slightly and shrugs. His lip hurts even more, blood is flowing down his chin, and Dean moans through his teeth while Jerry inserts the piercing. His fingers are beautiful and long, and it even briefly distracts Dean from the pain.
Jerry smiles, clicking his tongue.
"You look great, babe."
"Mmm," is all Dean can say, glaring at him.
"Forget about hot drinks for a while, brush your teeth carefully and don't kiss anyone," Jerry instructs, wiping blood from his chin.
"I have no one," Dean hisses and immediately screams again.
Jerry flashes a smile.
"Then come see me."
"Do another piercing?"
"Kiss, of course! What kind of question is that?"
"Maybe spontaneous decisions aren't so bad?" Dean thinks, giving him his phone number.