Boston Boys

Hi, my name is Cal.

JEREMY: ...And then he said that what Ritchie said was true.
ME: About what?
JEREMY: Him being in love with me.
ME: That's insane... Okay, let's talk about me now.

I talked Cal into going with me to Boston Pride. We decided to skip the gay-community bonding bullshit, and head straight for the clubs.

Now we were just waiting for the party to arrive while sipping on some gin and tonics.

Oh, and we brought some other people too.

HANK: God, it's good to get out of the house.
CARTER: Guys, I found this pole that lets you slide down to the first floor!
ME: Boy, it doesn't get any better than that, does it?
JEREMY: Hank, what's wrong with your apartment that you don't want to be there?
HANK: Nothing. My roommates are just driving me crazy.
CARTER: You have roommates.
HANK: Pretty much. Ben and Nathan have been there every night.
ME: So send their asses home.
HANK: Eh, I can't.
JEREMY: Why not?
HANK: I'll explain later.

Pretty soon the place started filling up. Carter and I got out on the dance floor while Jeremy and Hank stayed at the bar.

ME: Carter, try to grab my ass one more time and you're going to lose the ability to speak without whistling your 's's.
CARTER: Sorreeeeee.

I was wasted around one am, so I don't remember exactly what happened next, but I do recall Jeremy grabbing me and pulling me out of the club.

ME: Hey, what--
JEREMY: We have to go.
ME: Why?

Hank came up next to us with Carter.

HANK: Skanky here hit on one of the promoter's boyfriends and now the bouncers have all been instructed to pummel Carter or anyone with him.
ME: Can't we just throw him to the wolves and keep partying?
JEREMY: We're leaving.
ME: How could you hit on the promoter's boyfriend?
CARTER: I didn't know!
HANK: This is why we should stay in Rhode Island. We don't know the gay infrastructure here.

We tried a few of the exits, but they were all blocked by guys who were clearly looking for us.

Finally, we managed to find a back entrance, but as soon as we were out the door and into some alley we were surrounded by guys who make the Incredible Hulk look like Miley Cyrus.

JEREMY: Anybody know karate?
HANK: Oh yeah. Let me just call on my Megazord.
ME: Any last words, Carter?
CARTER: Eeee...

Then a voice--

VOICE: Back off guys.

We all turned...

And there was Davis.

DAVIS: Tell Mickey if he wants to continue being welcome in Providence, he'll tell that whore boyfriend of his to stop flirting with every walking dick he comes across. Either that or tell him to cool down his jealously streak. Either way my friends are going back inside and enjoying the rest of their night.

The Hulks dispersed.

JEREMY: You didn't tell me you were coming to--
DAVIS: Boston Pride? Have you met me? Of course I was going to be here. Good thing, too. Freddie's entourage is famous for making people look like Picasso's.
CARTER: Who's Picasso?
HANK: Shut up, you little twink. We almost got killed because of you.
DAVIS: I'm going back inside.

But Jeremy stopped him.

JEREMY: Davis, wait.

He walked up to him and kissed him.

HANK: Great. Just what I needed to see.

Davis had a smile on his face a mile wide when the kiss was over.

JEREMY: Thank you.
DAVIS: Anytime.

Then he went back inside.

CARTER: Hey Jeremy, are you and Davis a couple?

Jeremy turned and looked at him.

JEREMY: I don't know.

He laughed.

JEREMY: I just don't know...yet.

Carter and I looked at each other. If Davis liked Jeremy, that made Jeremy a hot commodity.

And neither one of us was good at turning down the opportunity to bag a hot commodity.