Naughty and Nice [Boyxboy]

Chapter 13: First tattoo

Timmy's POV:

There's a first time for everything. But now was one of those times that it wasn't. I hissed past clenched teeth as the tattooist worked on my arm. Tears were threatening to fall; but I didn't let them. I didn't want to show Grant my weak side...it was embarrassing really.

"How are you holding up?" Grant teased as he placed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. I bit down on my bottom lip to hold back in a scream that tried to bubble up my throat as the little gun hissed and buzzed on my skin.

It felt like a hot iron was accidently put onto my skin. Like someone was taking a knife and splitting my skin open. I cringed when it hit a sensitive area on my skin. "First timers..." The tattooist teased before slowing down the motion in his hand. "How does it look?"

I managed to say without stuttering. I was sprawled out on a seat with one of the sleeve shirts on my arms rolled up. I felt more comfortable lying down while the man with scary piercings and tattoos drawn on his face worked on my arm.

Both he and Grant insisted that I needed to stand up straight in a seat, but...I'd rather not look at the thing that's probing my skin. I whimpered as the noise from the little gun hissed wildly, it was so unnerving to me, and the pain was so unbearable. But...it was nothing like the pain I felt when Ben decided to kiss me, he crossed the line and he knew it.

Tears threatened to fall over but they didn't because I found myself biting my bottom lip as another sting of pain erupted from my skin.

 

I whimpered again.

 

"Your almost done Tim." Grant said excitedly before clapping his hands together like a toddler. I wanted to bitch slap the hell out of him all of a sudden. My heart beat stopped momentarily...since when did I start cursing? "Alrighty." The tattooist chirped out as he patted the tattoo gently with his fingertips, before letting me sit up gently.

"Try not to move your arm around so much." He hummed out before reaching over a small round table counter on the edge, and pulling out a mirror. "Take a look. " My eyes hesitantly, and unsurely went to the mirror as they awed the artwork.

"A dragon..." I whispered in awe as I bit my bottom lip. Grant whistled lowly besides me..."she's a keeper. Great job as always Lazarro."  Grant reached over to Lazarro as the did their bro handshake. My eyes lingered onto the tattoo, as longing and determination began to rise up in me all at once. I'm going to be strong...like a dragon, so that one day I too can learn to breathe its fire like Grant did.

"Are you happy with it?" He whispered to me solemnly as he crouched down to my height. I could only nod as I was left utterly speechless, I was so thankful to Grant in many ways. "Lazarro, want to patch this thing up?" Lazarro swiveled around on his little bar stool before doing the last few finishing touches. He gave me instructions on what to do and what not to do for the next twenty four hours. I grimaced...twenty four hours felt like a lifetime.

 Grant and I thanked Lazarro on our way out of the tattoo shoppe, as the bell chimed signaling our exit. "Thank you so much for this Grant...you have no idea how much this means to me. I whispered as a tear threatened to fall. Grant smiled softly before ruffling my already disheveled hair.

"Don't mention it." He whispered, "Let's go out and celebrate yeah? But when the sun rises tomorrow...we have things to do now that you are apart of the Dragons." He mused out. "Wait..." I said as I made us stop from going any further.

"Yes....?"

"What do you mean part of the Dragons?" I stuttered out pathetically, Timmy...what did you get yourself into? "I may or may not have forgotten to mention that once you agreed to my terms...you now owe your service and life to the Dragons in exchange for what I have offered you?" My bottom lip dropped slightly in shock as my cheeks paled in fear. "But...I-I-"

 "Never agreed to this?" He took the words out of my mouth.

"Never signed up to any of this?"

"Face it Tim. The Dragons are your brothers now, anything that you ever knew about you past life is gone...poof."

He exaggerated the soundeffect with his fingertips dancing in the air and with a slithery smirk plastered onto his face. "You can't always get what you want...but you can always get what you need. And you know that you need the Dragons."

My heart felt hollow and empty as a sudden weight weighed me down on my shoulders.  At the corner of my eye, I noticed a familiar figure coming around the corner of the tattoo parlor along with another one giggling with him.

 

My heart instantly panged with hurt as my eyes began to swell up with tears...it was Ben, with another girl. "What are you looking at?" Grant asked before his eyes finally found the object of my attention. "Look at the sight of that; those lovebirds." He teased half heartedly. I hiccuped before covering my mouth in surprise when Ben turn around and faced me with his eyes wide.

When was the last time i've seen him? My eyes began to brim red as tears slowly and embarrassingly began to fall down my chin. His eyes went from my face to tattoo on my arm and when they reached Grant's, his eyes narrowed.

 

"Baby..." The blonde at his arm whined before bringing down his neck in order to plant her lips on his. My heart squeezed around itself as pain began to swam in my insides. He said he loved me. He said...he, that kiss said more than enough. It only proved my theory, he was using me because he wanted to make fun of me. I hiccuped again as tears fell from my eyes freely. Ben growled in annoyance before shoving her away from him. "Timmy...Timmy please! Listen to me, this is not what it looks like!"

 

He begged me as his eyes too began to tear up. Why should I listen to him?

Why should I believe him, when head a pretty blonde draped around his arm giggling like a school girl. "Isn't that tubby? The fat kid everyone thinks you kissed around town?" She snorted out.

I gasped again as another pain stabbed my heart. "Please Timmy! I meant it when I said that I loved you! I still do!" He cried out desperately as he tried to shove that whore out of his arm so that he could come get me. I hated myself so much for crying. Why couldn't he leave me alone? A pathetic sob swept past my lips, as my hands began to shake.

"Please! Don't make me laugh Ben...you are too funny, who would ever love a fat kid like that?" The whore chortoled.

 

More tears fell freely before I decided to take off sprinting as far as my little round legs could take me but I was stopped from going anywhere when a hand firmly cupped my wrist and pulled me back in place. "I do." Grant said with finality.

The whore and Ben looked up at the same time that Grant spoke. My eyes teared up again when they met Ben's who's fists balled up at his sides, and whose face contorted into one of fury. "Come again?" He snarled out before roughly pushing the whore down to the pavement, not caring that she fell and screamed out his name.

 

"My father will hear about this Ben!"

"Shut the fuck up!" He cried back to her, and before he could turn his head around to me and Grant. Grant pulled me closer to his chest and planted his lips firmly onto mine.

Peace is never in my favor.