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It began in a matter of seconds.
Tommy had been working a dead end job, just trying to make ends meet, trying to pretend that this wasn’t what his life had come to. He could feel himself teetering on the edge of mental instability with everyday that passed. Every hour of his life he sunk into standing behind the counter or restocking shelves. Tommy had been in the middle of cleaning up a spilled slushie when the front door to the gas station suddenly opened with force.
“Alright, no one moves! You know the deal, so let’s get this over with nice and easy.”
The man had a gun and a cigarette pinched between his teeth. He was pointing it at the cashier. Tommy froze in place, gripping his mop tightly. As the cashier started emptying the register, he looked over right at Tommy. Tommy couldn’t help but stare back at him.
The man was young, late twenties, but there was an air about him that said he was older. He was tall and thin. Fluffy brown hair with a white streak. A yellow sweater with a white collared shirt peeking out from under it. A long brown coat. Black jeans. Fingerless leather gloves. Round glasses covering beautiful brown eyes that seemed to look right through Tommy. He smirked and removed the cigarette from his mouth.
“What do you say we get out of here, love?”
Tommy had never dropped his mop so fast.
He found himself quickly crossing the store and heading outside with him as he hurried out with the cash laughing. He pocketed the gun and took Tommy’s hand in his, guiding him to a red motorcycle. He pushed a helmet onto Tommy’s head before he got on and started the bike.
“Hold onto me,” He said. Tommy obeyed and hugged him around the middle. They sped out of the parking lot and out onto the road. This was really happening. Tommy just abandoned his job and got on a motorcycle with a random man he had never met who had just robbed the gas station. This was so incredibly dangerous and stupid.
And exciting.
Tommy didn’t know how long it was before they stopped, but the man suddenly turned into the parking lot of a McPuffy’s and shut off the motorcycle. Tommy reached up and pulled the helmet off.
“So,” The man said, turning to face him. “What’s your name?”
“Tommy.”
“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Wilbur.”
He offered a hand and Tommy found himself awkwardly shaking it.
“I’d like to make you an offer, Tommy. You can get off this motorcycle right now. Go back to that job. Tell people about me if you want. Tell the cops, I don’t care. Or you stay with me. Travel with me. Live your life to the fullest.”
“You aren’t gonna shoot me, are you?” Tommy asked.
Wilbur laughed and pulled the pistol from his side.
“What, this thing? There aren’t even any bullets in it.”
He opened the gun and showed him. The magazine was completely empty.
“So it was all for show?”
“Of course. So, what’s it gonna be, Tom?”
Tommy took his hand.
The next few months flew by in a flurry of excitement. Every day, Tommy and Wilbur were traveling on his motorcycle to wherever the wind took them. They would stay in motels, eat at diners and other local places to wherever they stopped, and when the money got low, Wilbur would just steal some cash and off they’d go. Tommy knew there was nothing waiting for him in his old life. Whenever he thought back to what he had left, he didn’t find a single thing he missed.
He didn’t care if people thought he was kidnapped or that he went missing. He was much happier on the back of Wilbur’s motorcycle. It felt like Tommy had been asleep and now he had finally woken up to life. He had a chance to make something of himself rather than rot away at a gas station being paid minimum wage. He had a chance to be someone.
It just so happened that that someone was Wilbur’s right hand man and lover.
Neither of them really knew when their feelings began to drift away from partners in crime, but all they knew was that now whenever they ended up at a motel, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They would make out for hours and hold each other close. Tommy never let it escalate into sex and Wilbur respected it. Wilbur would cover Tommy in kisses and hold him so close when they slept as if Tommy was his world.
Their life on the move could only last for so long, however, and soon the end of it seemed to appear. Tommy was sitting up in bed, still trying to wake up while Wilbur was getting dressed.
“The money’s running out, Tom,” Wilbur said as he adjusted his sweater.
“Yeah, and?”
“Gonna have to do something about it.”
“Then pick a store.”
Wilbur took a seat on the bed.
“I have a better idea. Ever heard of New Block City?”
“Yeah. Never been there myself, but I’ve heard of it,” Tommy said.
“I know some people who work there,” Wilbur said. “They can get us a job that brings in a shit ton of cash.”
Tommy squinted. “What kind of job?”
“Drugs.”
“You want to become drug dealers?”
“Well, sort of. Not really, but Tommy look. There’s this new thing hitting the market in New Block called Pink Crystal and it is making insane amounts of money. If we get involved with selling it, we could be rich.”
“What about police?” Tommy asked. “They’d be way more frequent in a city.”
“That’s the thing. New Block is just full of crime. The dipshits can’t do anything about it. Different sections of the city are led by gangs and most of those cops are in the gangs’ pockets. Tommy, just think about it.”
Wilbur took Tommy’s hands in his.
“Just you and me. No matter what. If it’s too much, then we bail. We bail and ditch the city and just go on the run like we have been doing.”
“Promise?”
Wilbur kissed the back of Tommy’s hand.
“Promise.”
And that was how they ended up on the road to New Block City. Tommy was quickly introduced to a man named Fundy. Fundy was Wilbur’s contact in the city who apparently had connections to the current drug market. He helped the two of them get an apartment to stay in while also helping to hook them up with starter positions under his current employer. Wilbur and Tommy wouldn’t be doing much yet. They started with hauling products. They delivered unlabeled packages to clubs, bars, and casinos.
It was already more money than they had seen the entire time they had been on the run together. A few weeks in and Fundy was on their doorstep with a new proposition.
“This,” Fundy said, holding up a baggie in his paw. “Is pink crystal.”
Inside was a fine pink powder.
“It starts as a crystal shard that then is ground up into a powder. The crystal shard itself is incredibly dangerous to handle without protection, but put this powder in anything and you’re in for one hell of a ride.”
Wilbur took the baggie from him and held it up.
“So this is what has New Block City all worked up.”
“You’ve been moving a lot of this stuff already along with other things, but Eret thinks that maybe you guys can be trusted with a different task.”
“Eret?” Tommy asked, confused.
“My boss,” Fundy explained. “They’re one of the larger players in this whole operation. They wanted to see how trustworthy you both were before giving you this task. Eret wants you both to find a way to make pink crystal.”
“Make it?” Wilbur suddenly asked. “Eret wants us to make it?”
“Yes.”
“But we’ve never made drugs before, Fundy! They can’t just expect us to randomly be able to make Pink Crystal!”
“Well, it’s the most popular drug,” Fundy said. “And right now, Eret is getting it from another source and that’s cutting into profits. So if you can figure out a way to manufacture it, you’d be increasing profit by like a lot.”
Tommy took the baggie from Wilbur and looked it over.
“Is this pure?” Tommy asked.
“Sure is.”
“We can do this. Give us enough time to do some research into it.”
“Tom,” Wilbur began. Tommy just looked over at him with a smirk.
“We got this, Wilbur. We can do anything together. Just give us some time and we’ll have this whole city running on pink crystal.”
Fundy picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder.
“Well, I trust that. You two are non-stop when you’re together. I’ll let Eret know you’re in and they’ll pass along the funds to get you both started. If you need anything, just let me know, alright?”
Wilbur held out a hand and Fundy shook it.
“You guys keep that, okay?” Fundy said.
“Thanks,” Wilbur said. “Stay safe out there, okay?”
With that, Fundy left the two of them alone in the apartment. Tommy just kept looking at the pink dust in the baggie. It looked similar to other drugs he had seen in his time at uni before dropping out, but it was far different. He’d never seen such a color before.
“You really think we can make this stuff?” Wilbur asked.
“You’re the one who wanted to come to the city to sell drugs,” Tommy said. He wrapped his arms around Wilbur and lovingly kissed him.
“We got this, Wil.”
“If you think so, then I trust you, dove.”
“So, we should probably do some research on this shit then, yeah?” Tommy moved away from Wilbur, his hands holding onto Wilbur’s hands.
“Yeah, I’ll see what I can find on the internet and through other sources.”
“Or we could just smoke it?”
“Or we could do that, yeah.”
Tommy smirked and kissed Wilbur before he moved back and began rolling the pink crystal in paper. When he was finished, he placed it in Wilbur’s mouth with a mischievous smile and reached into Wilbur’s front jeans pocket and removed his lighter.
“Do you know how hot you are?” Wilbur asked.
“I have an inkling.”
Tommy clicked the lighter and lit the paper. Wilbur inhaled the smoke before he removed the crystal joint from his mouth and grabbed Tommy’s face pulling him into a rough, messy kiss. He blew the smoke into Tommy’s mouth and Tommy could feel the burn of it in his mouth. He moaned and Wilbur moved back letting the smoke out.
“I fucking love you, Toms,” Wilbur purred.
“I love you too, Wilbur.”
Wilbur brought him back in for a rough kiss and Tommy could already feel his head going light. His whole body relaxed in Wilbur’s arms as he continued to kiss him. Wilbur was gentle and passionate and so intense. Tommy held Wilbur’s face with love. He had no regrets about getting on that motorcycle. There was nowhere else he’d rather be than right here in Wilbur’s arms letting the high slowly creep in.
And my god did he want to fuck Wilbur while he was high.