V (boyxboy short stories)

Voerman the thoughtful.

     He stood there, looking curiously around as people exited and entered the bus, and gripped one of the handles hanging by the ceiling as the vehicle started towards a destination unknown. As if on cue, he then heard the melody 'Destination Calabria' coming from the headphones of a guy sitting not far from him.

     Voerman frowned at that. Why would the guy listen to club music when not inside a club? More important, why would he wear 'Monster' shirts? It means he had basically payed to promote the energy drink instead of being payed to do so. That did not make sense.

     "What do you think you're staring at, weirdo?" the guy snapped unnecessarily loud, most likely because of the volume of his music.

     "I am staring at you, isn't that why you're yelling at me in the first place?" he asked, genuinely confused as to why he'd ask such nonsense. The guy took a headphone out and offered a 'huh?' since he didn't hear over the music, but Voerman just shrugged it off.

     His 'friend' exited the bus at the next station, not without shoving him in the process of course, and another guy entered. He was tall and dressed in pale, large clothes, much like Voerman, and his expression was indifferent, much like Voerman's. He stood a few handles away from the man.

     As the bus once again started, Landon couldn't help but think of another fact. People would react funny if a man was to choose the same handle as them when there were more than enough around. The person that entered looked so calm and laid-back that Voerman couldn't help his curiosity, so he just walked in front of him and gripped the same handle, just as the bus started once again.

     The black-haired man looked down at him, expression turning thoughtful instead of irritated. His head also slightly tilted to the left in wonder.

     Voerman hummed appreciatively. It was not often that he met unforeseeable people.

     Another thing that he knew for a fact people would freak out at, was public homosexual interaction. He guessed that everyone around him would gaps and spit at them, but he couldn't imagine how the stranger in front of him would react like.

     However, before he got the chance to go for a curious peck, the man had leaned in to steal one.

     Landon raised his eyebrows in surprise after the man pulled back from their smooch. His lips had been on his for about three seconds, and he could taste lemon. Not lemon flavor, but the actual taste of the fruit itself. He didn't know many people to enjoy that.

     Voerman liked the guy.

     That realization was all it took for the man to act as he pleased. With his free hand he grabbed another handle and raised his legs, wrapping them around the stranger's waist and pulling him closer. He slammed their lips together and kissed away, almost smiling as he heard the gasps and disgusted groans around them.

     The stranger seemed to enjoy the reactions as well, because he then grabbed his bottom and pulled him upper, deepening the kiss. His hand slowly sneaked down Voerman's spine, and the man couldn't help but wonder how bad people would react at public sexual intercourse.

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     That went as expected...

     The bus had stopped abruptly just as a finger got to enter Voerman, and a couple of policemen pulled them apart, taking them to the station.

     They politely talked them into letting them go with just a warning, since they couldn't have been arrested for indecent exposure (no clothes went off), neither put on the sex offenders list (they didn't actually get there).

     After walking down the police station's stairs, they just walked next to another along the sidewalk, hands in pockets and gazes content. It had been quite the adventure.

     Voerman looked at the black-haired man, and he looked back, their gazes equally curious as to what the other man thought. It was as if destiny had decided to bring their two unique minds together.

     "Where are we going?" Landon asked curiously, to which the man offered a content smile.

     "We don't know, but all the people around us think we do, and that's what matters, right?"

     Voerman was in love.

     He grinned happily at that and stopped walking, the handsome man doing as well when he noticed his companion had vanished. He turned back and watched him curiously, at which Voerman just lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs Indian style, patting the spot in front of him.

     The stranger smiled widely at that and joined him as the individuals around them stared their way dumbfounded. Expected of them.

     Voerman extended a hand. "My existence had been labelled as Landon Voerman. What about you?"

     The stranger gripped his hand with a grin. "Manson Marshall. What brings you outside this afternoon?"

     "My mother sent me after honey." he remembered, at which his friend laughed brightly.

     "Mine sent me after waffles. I suppose we may help ourselves with dinner."

    

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Okay, I couldn't really explain the feeling at the beginning, but you'll get it if you actually go to your kitchen and lie down on the floor. Like, really. It's intriguingly bizarre. Go do that :D

So yeah, I basically took advantage of this short stories book to display a couple of my thoughts concerning society. Hope it hadn't been too weird. 

Also, Voerman is a main character in 'Why Not?' so if you want more of that mess, be my guest!