Life behind Hazel Eyes - 1. Eye to Eye

On my way out of the bathroom, I stood, took my last look at the ravishing young man that looked ever so beautiful, and blew a kiss to him. It was ridiculous of me to always blow kisses to myself when I left the bathroom, but I loved it! I loved me! I opened the door and there David was within centimetres of me, ready to burst his urine. I kept my hand grasping the door and pulled it half-closed behind me. I pushed him back into the hallway.

“You aren’t going to use this bathroom until you make out with me,” I said looking him dead in the eyes without even blinking. I wore an arrogant smirk as I said it.

“Are you fucken crazy?” His voice was a low growl, one that was hesitant. “I’m about to blow and you out here playing shitty queer jokes.”

I wasn’t looking for him to be difficult. An ‘Okay come on’ would’ve gotten me to say ‘Are you crazy?’ and then walk off laughing like it was an inside joke. But him saying ‘no’ to me made me really want to get his lips against mine. I’ve never been able to say ‘no’ to a challenge, especially not men who claim they don’t want me.

“I’m sure you can hold it in a bit longer, seeing as you can waste time denying me a searing kiss.” My voice was becoming more and more flirtatious, and my eyes kept darting to the package he had his big hands on.

“You do know I could probably knock you out right here and now right.” David was starting to get irritated with my game, but I wasn’t about to let up.

“So, tell me why you haven’t? You see David, my tall masculine piece of dark chocolate, all of this can end as soon as you come close enough for our lips to touch, and we’ll both end up back in the bathroom for a quick make-out. And then you can be free to do whatever your heart desires with your dick. It’s quite easy, my lad.” My smile was getting more and more arrogant as the words came out of my mouth. I could see David calculating what to do as a silence fell between us. I wanted to grab him by the arm and pull him close, but I saw the anger in his eyes. So I pushed the door open behind me and smiled at him. “Go in darling, you’ve suffered enough.”

He looked at me with a crooked smile before rushing into the bathroom. As I started to close the door he pulled me stumbling into the bathroom by my wrist; he locked the door and put the key into his pocket before making his way to the toilet and emptying the contents of his bladder. I stood up straight, walked towards the window and lit my cigarette; this would serve as an alibi and a defence mechanism. If anyone asked why David and I were in the bathroom together, then I’d lie about smoking. If David were to attack me, I’d burn him with my cigarette. My plan was fail-proof.

“Don’t you ever pull that shit with me again!” David snarled at me.

I put my cigarette down on the windowsill and looked at him with feigned confidence. “Or what, David? You’ll beat me the way you just did, to get me out of the way? Listen here; I’m not one of your little skanks that gets easily frightened by your big muscles!” Just as I finished, David pulled me by the arm and gripped me tightly. Our faces were approximately 9cm away from each other.

“I didn’t say fear me. Just respect the fact that I don’t want you! I’m not going to beat that into you, not unless you force my hand.” His voice was stern and commanding, and it stirred me up from the inside. I must admit being man-handled by David like that was a turn on. So I moved in closer, looked him in his dark brown eyes and let my lips caress his. He pulled back just as I was starting to get comfortable.

“Don’t!” he said, letting his face and his grip on my arms drop to the floor.

“I guess you’re missing out on something wild. Open the door and I’ll be out of your hair.” I knew something was up with him. He had to be a closet case! It’s not like he objected to our lips touching; I could still imagine his lips against mine, and they were so soft. I wished I could get more. Just then he unlocked the door and held my eye.

“Not a word to anyone about this! Not even Lisa.”

I looked at him confused, and just then he leaned in and grabbed me. He lifted me onto the counter where the washbasin was and started kissing me so very deeply. His tongue was exploring my mouth and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was letting out muffled moans against his lips, and letting his tongue penetrate my mouth fully. We went on for a few good seconds, probably close to a minute before he broke it off. “That’s enough now,” he said, still in that same deep commanding tone that he had used to tell me off. I glanced over at the burning cigarette, which was now almost dead, and remembered that we’d both been gone for some time. I saw the panic in his eyes too, but I had a plan. I took out the weed I had in my pocket unwrapped three of my already rolled blunts. David was now even more confused.

“We were rolling blunts, and while I was smoking, you were attempting to roll a few! That’s our excuse,” I whispered. “Don’t fuck it up.” He nodded in agreement. I climbed off the counter and made my way to the windowsill and lit my second cigarette. This one would serve purely as an alibi. As if on cue Sipho, came to the door banging and asking if he could enter. David looked at me in panic before he responded with a ‘yes,’ because he was the one without a newly lit cigarette in his mouth. Sipho’s face surveyed the room and I could see the shock when he saw the two of us in the bathroom. His eyes darted between David and I before looking at the cosmetics counter where he spotted both the unrolled and the few rolled blunts.

“Whose bright idea is it to get us blazing?” Sipho was getting excited by the idea of having some weed to smoke.

“It’s the drag queen,” David said pointing at me as if he were annoyed by my presence. I guess he was playing along to his previous persona and attitude when it came to me. Sipho gave me a big bear hug, lifting me off the ground and telling me what a genius I was. I could see David was happy that our diversion had worked. The three of us walked out of the bathroom to the living room sharing jokes and laughs.

“Look what the psycho drag queen brought us,” Sipho yelled with excitement, waving the rolled blunts in the air. Everyone rejoiced and started sniggering at the prospect of being drunk and high.

“Mikhail, how are you going to get home high and drunk? Because these three idiots are only a stone’s throw away from home,” Marvin asked with a little concern in his voice.

“My chauffeur is going to pick me up promptly at 23:00. My curfew is 00:00 so he is to have me home by then,” I said feigning a British accent, which seemed to bring everyone into harmonic laughter.

“Seriously though dude, I don’t want you driving when you get into a state of extreme intoxication.” Marvin was starting to become overly serious.

“I don’t drive. My mother took my car away when I got arrested for drunken driving and she confiscated my licence. So now my chauffeur has to take me to and fetch me from everywhere. It’s a drag really, because I cannot party like I want to.” I had returned to my normal state of calm self-possession and resolve. My parents had a close family friend drive me around ever since they took away my driving rights, even before then Donald would fetch me from parties and late nights.

“You must’ve enjoyed prison,” David said in an acidic tone.

I looked at him, and then smiled. “You clearly must have enjoyed never reading a book or anything that involved bettering your mind-set or ridding you of your ignorance. Remind me to bring you a book next time we have one of these.” The silence after that sentence was deafening, so I got up and got myself the bottle of Jack Daniels I had brought. I filled up everyone’s cup, then looked at them and said, “Fuck rugby. Let’s play a real game. Kings Cup, but instead of booze we use weed! Same rules; just with a blunt. You honestly cannot say no unless you are a whack-ass-stoner.” Everyone seemed to be in compliance with the rule and the game. Everyone was on their best behaviour until the liquor and the weed got to them, then everyone was talking shit and laughing at imaginary rainbows above my head. The fun got interrupted by a knock on the door; Marvin came back and told me that it was my chauffeur coming to fetch me. I said my goodbyes, and as I slid by David and Sipho, they said were leaving too. So the three of us started walking towards the door and Sipho decided to jolt for the bathroom before leaving. David and I told him we’d wait for him at the gate. We closed the door and started walking toward the entrance.

“I have to say, I misjudged you. You aren’t that much of a fairy after all,” David said smoothly.

“Does that mean you want to kiss me again?” I chuckled.

“Clearly you don’t know what being in the closet is.” His voice had turned icy.

“I totally do! I have a walk-in closet that could fit all of us in it, and we ‘d still have room for sex.” I laughed at the last part as if it was the biggest joke ever. Just then we stopped and looked in opposite directions. “I’d love to kiss you again,” I whispered. “But I understand why we can’t do it here. So come home with me.” The words came out of me so effortlessly. I knew I wanted David’s body against mine and he needed to know it too.

“Mikhail, has anyone ever successfully said no to you? As a matter of fact don’t answer that. This was a great night, you are a cool dude, but I can’t be in relationship with you.” His words were so calculated.

“The invitation was for sex, not a relationship. I hate to burst your bubble, but you and I would never get along without me being drunk or high. So let’s do this sex thing tonight and we’ll be done with it.” I was starting to walk slowly towards the car, now seeing my chauffeur was getting restless and the time was ticking ever so rapidly. I stood by the car then glanced back at him saying, “I left my number in your pocket. Call me when you decide you want this.” I got in the car and the driver pulled off. I didn’t even look back.

“Another eventful night, Master Lucas?” Donald asked with deep sarcasm.

“Oh Donald, how I love our drives. I wish you were fabulous and had half the youth the people I hang around with do. Maybe then I’d stop whining about boring events where I have to be the life of the party, even when I’m not hosting.” At this point my head was settled back against my seat and I admired everything we drove past.

“Next weekend my daughter turns sixteen and we are having a party, you can come then. I’m sure everyone would love to see you again.” Donald was a lovely ‘old man’, that who had a youthful heart and we could talk all day about everything and anything; he knew just how to cheer me up. To be honest, Donald driving me places made me so happy.

“Not everyone, Donald. Not Everyone.” I sighed knowing very well that there would be someone that would make me regret going to the party.

“I’m sure he’d be more than pleasant and pleased to see you next weekend. He is in town until the premier of your show in three weeks’ time. Here’s his number, call him. At least so that the party goes smoothly.” Donald handed me a number that had clearly been in his pocket for a while.

As I climbed out the car I managed to kiss Donald good night on the cheek. Then he drove to off while I went into the house with 30 minutes to spare before curfew. And naturally, everyone was asleep so I switched on the alarm system and went off to bed.

In bed I couldn’t stop looking at the number Donald had given me. I was already in my sleeping attire, which meant an oversized t-shirt that barely covered my ass. After 20 minutes of looking at it, I couldn’t help but call. It rang and went unanswered the first time. On the second try, it got picked up as I was about to disconnect

“Hello,” an unfamiliar voice answered.

“Bonjour, monsieur.” I panicked; I had no other way to react to the unfamiliar voice.

“Uhm, who is this?” The voice had cleared up now; clearly he had been asleep.

“It’s me, Mikhail. Before you hang up, I wanted you to know your uncle gave me your number. He thought it would be cool if we talked and eased things over a bit before Kylie’s birthday party next weekend.” My voice was shaky, I was scared I hadn’t spoken to him in ages and I didn’t know how to act or what to say.

“So, you call me in the middle of the night and pretend to be French? That’s you trying to ease things over?” I knew this tone; I knew it all too well. I had experienced it too many times a year and a half ago.

“I know I shouldn’t be trying, but I just don’t want us causing a spectacle at Kylie’s birthday. You can go back to sleep if you want, just know I’m going to be around next week and you’ll have to be in the same room with me. I’m too tired to fight.” The last part was the truth; I was too tired to fight, and my voice was going to cave.

“You mean too drunk, or even too high. I know what you’ve been busy doing down there…”

As he was about to go off on a moral rampage, I interjected, “I have to go sleep. I have to rest my voice and body. I have to be at rehearsals tomorrow. I’ve said what I wanted to say.”

I hung up once I was done. I literally felt like screaming into my phone, but understood it would achieve nothing. So I got off my bed went down stairs to the kitchen. I then made myself a concoction that one of the cleaners gave me to prevent hangovers. I then went back upstairs, finished my drink, and then finally slept.

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