Crashing Down

prolouge

a comedy in which two horny twenty year olds sext on kik, not knowing just how close the random person they're talking to is. AU where 20 year old leo is a famous comedian and 22 year old bo is an artist.

the night was nearing its end in the shared flat of bo and leo. leo, had returned to his room much earlier than usual, as he sually sat up until at leastfive, and bo remained on the sofa.
it was half past three when he recived the firts message. he was contemplaiting going to bed until he read what the hidden user had written,

unknown: hey, you awake?

no: who's this? how did you get my username?

unknown: dosen't matter, all that really matters is how good i could make you feel

at this, bo simply assumed someone had randomly added him.

no: im blocking you, bye

unknown: im just a guy who could give you the best time of your life

no: oh really?

bo couldn't look away from the image on his screen. he felt himself getting hard as his eyes studied the strangers cock. usually bo would have had better judgment, but the growing member in his pants argued that there was no harm in playing along with the stranger's games, at least for another message or two to hear what he had to say.

no: is that really you?

unknown: you like it?

no: depends on if its you or someone woh found that picture onlie..

unknown: the better judgement would be to belive me when i say that it's me

no: prove it then?

unknown: what's your name?

bo hesitantly wrote his name, but quickly deleted it nad instead wrote;

no: babyboy

unknown: is that so?

bo soon recived a photo of a ghostily white hand with the name "babyboy" written on it, wrapped arpund the same cock as previously. he blushed slightly, shakingly writing.

no: your cock looks really nice by the way

unknown: you'd be sucking it if you were here

no: oh would i?

unkown: right before i put it in that ass of yours.

this conversation was getting out of control but bo didn't care. his cock was getting painfully hard and was in dire need of attention. he didn't even bother to go back to his bedroom. it was late, he knew leo was probably not going to be getting up anytime soon. he unzipped his pants and took his throbbing length in his hand. he was so caught up in pleasing himself that he forgot to send a reply.His phone soon buzzed with a message from his new friend.

unknown: busy, huh? ;)

no: zre you?

unknown: taking that a yes. care to send a pic?

-- next morning.

for some reason, the keys grew more intimidating with each passing hour. dean rubbed his aching fingers and glared at the keys with bubbling frustration. how hard could this possibly be? It was just...what? three separate chords? anyone could do that! surely he could too. he took a deep breath, forcing his curses to stay at bay, and he placed his hands on the keys he thought were right. his sheet music had abandoned thhim, as if he could read it anyway, and the keys on this piano weren't labeled.

bo mumbled to himself. "it's a..and..e...and...b?" he pressed the keys down, and out came a sour note that left him whispering curses. "motherfucker."
he tried again. once more, mis matched notes played instead of the ones that were supposed to. he smacked the piano, and honestly, it sounded better than what he'd been playing so far. "Goddamnit!"

bo heard the door behind them squeak open, and he almost shrunk into himself with embarassment.

"Getting a lot of work done in here aren't we?" asked a soft voice, words dancing the air like music.

bo turned around and saw a pale boy with unwashed skinny jeans and a my chemical romance standing there, smirking as he already knew the answer, because who couldn't with those notes? bo nodded.

"oh, SO much work. i'm writing an album as we speak." he nnorted.

leo snickered, and stepped forward towards him. he stood over the piano, which bo swore was just mocking them at this point. "show me what you're doing."

bo placed his fingers in the relative position they'd been a few moments ago. leo shook his head with a vauge smile.

"you're really twisting your hands around. look--" he bent down to show bo-- "you don't need your hands on the very edge of the key. relax, and don't force it."

"Relaxation doesn't help me read sheet music, leonardo." bo muttered, half serious.

"I can't read sheet music either." leo chuckled.

bo slammed the keys again. "That's why it's so frustrating! You can just do like blehh menlehhh mleehhh!" he moved their fingers across the keys in a random, unpleasant fashion. "and music comes out! and I cant even play a chord! if I can't do something like play the PIANO, what am I even good for?"

he felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up from his huff. leo reached down and took his hand.

"put your hand like this," he instructed. though, he didn't really have to because he had already placed bo's hand on the keys he was talking about. "these three. Press them twice, and then just move your hand down one note, and move the last finger up to major."

bo stared at the keys, and, under his hand, pressed them twice and moved over as he said. the small string of notes sounded great. l ike the beginning of a song even.

leo removed his hand. "okay, now you do one, but on a different octave."

bo didn't think this would work, he could barely turn on the piano without messing up, but he tried anyway. same notes. and surprisingly, same sound, only higher pitched. seriously?

"it's that easy?" he asked.

"yeah, you could honestly play those and you could have a little tune." following that was an unspoken thank you, accompanied by an unspoken you're welcome as leo left the room, laughing to himself as he heard his roommate repeating the notes and messing up slightly.

"can you show me one last time?" he mutteredunder his breath. leo chuckled, walking back to the room. when leo was bent over bo once again is when bo noticed it. he froze, reading again and again incase he was wrong, but he wasn't. on leo's left hand, between his thumb and finger, the word "babyboy" was scribbled.