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The musketeers were desperately rummaging through Parker and Barkovitch’s dorm room, on the hunt for a small shoe box.
One miserable rainy afternoon, the boys had realized that they were flat out broke. So Ray suggested they pool some money together and start a fund for shit they wanted to do. They dropped some leftover bills in a shoebox, provided by Pete, and entrusted it in the care of the most trustworthy musketeer, Collie Parker.
Which didn’t seem to mean fucking anything because it was somehow lost after only 2 weeks.
“How the fuck do you manage to loose a shoe box in this tiny ass room!” Hank grumbled, digging through Parker’s drawers, ripping out its contents. Parker lifted his head, pausing his search underneath his bed, “It was right here I swear! I have no clue how the fuck it’s missing”
Ray butted in, trying to lighten the tension in the room, “Guys, guys, it’s alright, it has to be in here somewhere”. The group reluctantly agreed and kept looking, not even a moment later, Stebbins spoke up, “You know there is one part of the room we haven’t searched…”
The musketeers grew silent, everyone looked around at each other… and then to Barkovitch’s side of the room.
It was a scattered mess of half eaten food containers, plastic cups and bottles. The walls were practically bare, only a singular photo of his cat back home was hung up, held together by a chewed up piece of gum. His bed was surprisingly made, but only because it was obvious he slept with a blanket on top of it. His dirty clothes were piled up by his bed frame and his pills sat in the between the mess of cups he had on his nightstand.
“No. No way. We can’t do that, he’ll freak!” Ray said, already shaking his head in disappointment for suggesting such a thought. “He’s not here! It’ll take a minute!” argued Hank. Art agreed, ”Yeah! Besides, if he does have it, that means he’s a thief”
Olson snorted, “Knowing him he already spent it on some stupid shit”. Harkness nodded, seated on Parker’s bed, he had insisted that he couldn’t help look for the box because he needed to “document” it all. “It’s true! He did say he really wanted that cat beanie baby we saw at Wal-Mart”
“He begged to be in it, I don’t think he would steal from us”, Ray reasoned. Pete tried covering his laughter behind his hand, Ray caught his eye and nodded his head in a manner that read, “help me”. Pete straightened up, “Yeah, you know, Ray’s right. We can’t just accuse Barkovitch, no matter how much he deserves it!” Immediately, the group erupted into an argument.
Stebbins voice broke through the noise,“I think we should let Parker decide”
Parker stayed silent for a moment, “We need to be quick, his class ends in 5 minutes”
Olsen leapt into action, immediately digging through Barkovitch’s bedside cabinet. Art took to looking through his closet, while Pete and Ray checked his desk, and Collie looked under his bed. Stebbins continued leaning against the door, set on observing, with Harkness journaling about the new development.
With his phone flashlight shining underneath, Collie stuck out his arm trying to feel for anything box-like.
Before he could lose hope he felt his hand bump into a cardboard box. He pulled it out, trying to conceal it from the group. Jesus Christ he really thought Barko would be better than that…
While he was lost in his thoughts, Olsen spotted the similar looking box in his hands. “I knew it! I fuckin’ knew it!” he exclaimed, ripping the package open, “I knew he had the uh- uhm. What the hell is this?” Collie and Hank looked puzzled at the contents of the shoebox; instead of crumpled up bills, it was an array of polaroid pictures, seemingly taken by Barkovitch.
The photos weren’t sexual in nature, but they were definitely suspiciously horny. Barkovitch had zoomed in on muscles, gruff hands, and sweat stained work out clothes. That wasn’t what the group focused on though. To their horror and amusement, a musketeer had been a popular theme throughout these photographs. Parker stared bewilderedly at his own face. How the hell had Barkovitch even taken these photos? Some of them he recognized from group outings but others were more alarming. How did Barkovitch have a picture of him studying at the library and how did he not notice him?
Olson and Parker reached out to grab the polaroids but were both met with a horrifying discovery. “WHY IS IT STICKY?” “What the fuck are yall doin’ in my room?”
…
They whipped their heads to the familiar voice of Gary Barkovitch entering the room.
Parker locked eyes with Barkovitch. Whose annoyed look turned into mortification once he saw what Parker had in his hand.
“Gary. I’m sorry we-” Ray tried to reason but was promptly cut off by Barkovitch. “No. Just- Out. Get the fuck out!” His hands shifted from covering his mouth, to tugging at his hair and pointing to the door.
Ray gave him an apologetic look, turning to the rest of the group and waving for them to leave. They filed out, Barkovitch closing the door behind them. The tension was thick in the cramped space.
Barkovitch finally turned to face Parker, “Why were y’all goin’ through my shit?”
Parker placed the box down, along with the photo, “Look, the guy’s just thought maybe you had the fund box-”
“What?” Barkovitch interrupted, looking hurt, “What, y'all don’t trust me? Is that it?”
Parker shook his head, “No, we were just checking, alright-”. Barkovitch glared at him, “Yeah. yeah? Checking for your stupid fucking box or for another way to humiliate me?” He sneered, his fists were balled up tightly at his side.
Parker stood up from the floor, “No. You know that’s not what I meant” “Yeah? Cause if I remember correctly y’all didn’t even ask me to be a part of your fund box! I had to ask Garraty!” Tears were starting to form in the corner of his eyes.
Parker’s features softened, “Okay, that’s fair, you’re right to be angry at us”
Barkovitch wiped his sniffling nose with the sleeve of his arm, his eyes were slightly puffy and red.
“But what the fuck is this?” Parker grabbed the polaroid again and brought it up to Barkovitch’s face.
His face turned a bright shade of red, as he looked down at the ground. Parker didn’t back down. He held the photo up, determined to get an explanation.
“fuck. you weren’t supposed to find that” Barkovitch silently cursed under his breath.
“Where the fuck did you get these pictures? and why are they sticky?” Parker asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answers. Barkovitch looked at him knowingly. Yeah he definitely knew why they were sticky.
Weirdly enough Parker felt a shiver go down his spine. Fuck, why was Barkovitch weirdly attractive right now?
Barkovitch mistook the silence as Parker waiting for an answer, "c'mon man, don’t make me say it” he whined. Parker felt his cock twitch at the pathetic mess in front of him.
“I can stand here all day” he replied, arms crossed waiting for an explanation.
Barkovitch’s brows furrowed, he growled, “What do you want me to say? That I touch myself to your pictures? yeah? that I’m a fuckin’ fruit?”
His cheeks were red and a similar pink tinge was crawling its way onto Parker’s face. They stood there for a moment, Parker trying to take the confession in. The silence was broken up by heavy breaths. Barkovitch was glaring at him, daring him to break the silent staring contest they had going on.
His eyes began to trail down to Parker’s lips. Parker followed his line of sight, thoroughly thinking through whether or not he was actually going to do this. Was he actually going to fuck Gary Barkovitch of all people?
The tension in the room was thick, their bodies seemed to move forward on their own, until they were practically sharing the same body heat.
“Fuck it.” Barkovitch snapped before grabbing Parker’s head and pushing them into a sloppy kiss. Their teeth clashed against each other from the clumsy force. Parker reciprocated, pushing his tongue into Barkovitch's mouth. His heart raced as Barkovitch moaned into his mouth. They stopped for air, Barkovitch wiping away a string of saliva from his mouth.
After a second, they went right back to making out, this time it was more coordinated, Parker’s soft plump lips were on top of Barkovitch’s dried and cracked ones. Parker went to deepen the kiss…
“Hey have you guys made up- HOLY SHIT! They’re fuckin’ makin’ out over here!”
Barkovitch and Parker scrambled off of each other, glaring at Olson who was wide eyed at the door, the rest of the musketeers behind him.
“I’m glad you guys got that sorted out!” “BARKOVITCH? With BARKOVITCH of all people?” Pete and Ray exclaimed at the same time.
Barkovitch stuck his tongue out at Pete, “Fuck off”, While Collie buried his head in his hands, trying to defend his taste in men.
“Well that's nice and all but we still have jack shit.” Hank said, Art gave him a look, “What! It's true!”
“I have the box”, rang a familiar voice behind them. The group looked at Stebbins who had the fund money box in the crook of his shoulder. “Stebbins.. How long have you had that?” Ray asked.
“Found it in the first few minutes, it was by the door.” He explained. Pete laughed while Hank exploded into a passionate rant, “WHY the FUCK would you not tell us! You had us searching for HOURS!”. Art spoke up as well, “Why’d you make us check Barkovitch’s side if you had it the whole time?”
Stebbins shrugged, “Curious”
“STEBBINS ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS”