Six Guys {Slash/boyxboy} [Editing]

I had just gotten rid of my problem when I heard someone knocking on the door.  

“No vacancy!” I yelled, hoping they hadn’t been standing there a moment ago.

“Is Angel in there with you?” Kitten asked annoyed.

“No, I made him leave. He’s probably on the phone with his hookup for tonight,” I said trying to be loud over the shower water.  

“Jinx, let me in! I need to talk to you,” Kitten yelled.  Thank God he was loud, I could barely hear him over the water.

“I would, but I’m wet and naked,” I said glancing down at myself.

“Bitch, open this fucking door. I’ve seen you naked before, and will again,” Kitten jiggled the doorknob.

My eyes widened, “What? Do you have plans for the near future?” I wasn’t planning on letting him get an eyeful of me.  And I sure as hell wasn’t letting him screw me.  He just wasn’t my type.

“You wish,” I could tell he was rolling his eyes.  Once a diva, always a diva.  “Yeah! Where’s that spare key?” I heard Kitten’s voice.  He wasn’t talking to me.  “Thanks.”  I heard the door open slightly.  “I‘m coming in,” Kitten opened the door the rest of the way.  

The shower doors were made of frosted glass, so I could see a fuzzy outline of him standing at the sink.  “Well, you’re in here now. What did you need to talk to me about?” I hoped he wasn’t planning to gush about his latest victim.  Kitten allured unsuspecting men into his cave, and wouldn’t turn loose until he sucked them dry.  “About Angel’s hookup tonight-” 

I cut him off.  “Yeah, I know. He’s tan, buff, got a great-”

“No, no, no,” Kitten said hurriedly.  “Actually, he’s pale, skinny, black hair halfway down his neck, beautiful, stunning, grey eyes, and-”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I said as Kitten named off my features.  I adored Angel, had a crush on him even, but there was no way in hell I was going to sleep with him.  Not until he gave up whoring.  

“Nope, I’m not,” said Kitten truthfully.

“Well, he can forget about it. I won’t do him until he stops being such a slut. It’s an insult to me,” I said standing in the shower just because I didn’t want to get out in front of Kitten.  I wasn’t shy, I just didn’t want to have everything out in front of him.  It was awkward when you lived with him.  Once Kitten saw it, he wouldn’t let it go.

“I did him,” Kitten said.

“Babe, you would do a fucking wall if it asked,” I said grinning.  It was true for the most part.

“You’re right. At least I would never do a woman,” he said.  Ugh, he was bringing up that time I slept with a lesbian.  I had been drunk, and I thought she was a drag queen, of course I figured out she wasn’t about one hour later.  

“Doesn’t count. Only the sober fucks,” I said.

Kitten scoffed, “I would be a virgin then.”

The water was starting to get cold.  I sighed and turned it off.  I got out of the shower.  Kitten looked down at me, his mouth open wide.  “Now if you were only on your knees,” I muttered sarcastically.

“My pleasure,” Kitten said still staring.“Ugh,” I pushed his face to the side with my hand.  “Don’t you have nude picks of your latest victim to gawk at?”

“You can be my victim,” Kitten winked.  I rolled my eyes, and grabbed a towel from the brown cabinet in the corner.  I wrapped it around my waist.  “Boo! Bring it back!” Kitten yelled.  Surely the whole apartment heard it.  I blushed a little.

“Shut it,” I said.  I walked out of the bathroom to find Stud leaning against the door.  He was my other best friend.  He and Dante had been the best to talk to.  Oliver was a tad bit narcissistic, but that’s why we called him Stud.  He had thick, messy black hair and green eyes.  He was tall, and slender.  A black ring was in his bottom lip.

“What were you two doing?” He looked me up and down, then winked.

“I was getting a shower. He was doing whatever it is he does,” I said.  I could feel Kitten behind me.  I prayed he wouldn’t rape me.  From the staring in the bathroom, it wouldn’t surprise me if he did.“Kitten is a rather unique being,” Stud said looking over my head at Kitten.