Surrendered(29)

We play Call of Duty, and drink a couple of beers. I can’t actually remember the last time we did this.

“Ah, come on, you can do better than that.” He mocks, as he shoots me in the head. Fucker.

“Hugo, you spend approximately half your life playing this game. You’d have to seriously suck not to beat me.” He takes a swig of his beer, because yes, hair of the dog works, and Thursday through Sunday are alcoholic days.

“Hey, it helps with my manliness. If there was ever a war, or a zombie apocalypse, I’d be your guy. I have amazing aim.” He doesn’t move his eyes from the monster flat screen currently covered in blood and dead bodies.

“Sure, because your Call of Duty skills would clearly directly transfer to real life.” I smirk.

“Well, when the Zombie apocalypse happens, I’ll be leaving your arse behind. You can’t hit shit.”

“So, who was that chick you were face planting this morning?” I ask, changing the subject.

He shrugs. “How the fuck should I know? I think they were sisters though.”

“And the dude?” I try not to laugh, but it’s hard.

“Fuck you.”

“You looked like you might be walking funny.” I laugh.

“If I were to ever go that way, I would be a giver, not a taker.” He says very calmly.

“Wait, like you’d be happy to stick it to a guy?”

“Pft, no. I’m just saying, if like all the women on the planet disappeared, I’d be a giver.” He shrugs.

“You worry me.” I take another hit, and my half of the screen splatters in blood.

He laughs. “You’ve been saying that for years. You’re still fucking here.”

“Yeah well, it turns out crazy people tend to make you feel better about your life, and dude, you are fucking insane.”

Hugo glances sideways at me with a huge grin on his face. “So I’m told…on a nightly basis. Ladies love my insane skills.”

I laugh. “One day, some chick is going to pop out of nowhere and knock you on your arse. I seriously hope I’m there to see it happen.”

He snorts. “Never! It will never happen. Seriously? One chick. That would just be so…limiting.” His face is twisted in horror.

“Okay, but what if that one chick was like the Holy Grail of women?” I poke.

He pauses the game and turns to face me. “No one pussy can possibly be that good, and if you say Lilly’s is I will fucking hurt you.” He points at me in warning. “Mind you, she does look like she’d be a fucking epic lay.” He adds.

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, that’s why I’m with her.”

“Please, enlighten me. I cannot for the fucking life of me think of another reason.”

“I can’t explain it to you. Your mind can’t comprehend anything beyond sex. You’re like a caveman.” I tell him.

He smiles wide. “That’s because I’m all primal male. Women love that shit.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I can’t even believe you got back with her. Still, at least you’re getting some.” He grumbles. “You’ve been a miserable fucking bastard the last couple of months. Why you couldn’t just find another gash to stick it to I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, I know you don’t understand.” I say to him as if I’m talking to a child.

“Hey, I understand. You think you love her, that’s cool. I love pussy. Hell, I fucking adore pussy. That shit is forever.” He swigs his beer. “Can you say that about your ‘love’?” I give up.

“You still tapping Molly?” I ask. He will not admit it, but he’s into that girl. I feel the need to poke him about it a bit.

He looks away and resumes the game. I don’t even pick up the controller, I’m losing anyway. “Yeah, girl fucks like a hooker.”

My eyebrows shoot up and I smile. “Uh-huh, and drags you around by the balls.”

He sighs. “Some girls like to be dominated, and some like to dominate. That girl likes both, but she likes to think she’s in charge. Now she really does have a pussy of gold, so if I have to fucking act like a pussy to get access to that pussy then I will.”

“You do realise she’s not one of your hussy’s?” I ask.

He pauses the game again and rolls his eyes. He throws himself back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. “Molly is not Lilly okay? She gets it. This cock cannot be tamed.”

I laugh. “You have no idea how much Lilly did not want to tame my cock.”

“Look, Molly will wise up soon. I don’t hide my shit from her. She knows what I am. I know she’s too good for this shit. She’s a nice girl. She’s the sort of girl who marries a nice guy and has cute kids.” He glances at me. “You know the type.” He says it like she has aids or something. Truth be told, that would probably bother him less. “We’re just having fun.” He drains the last of his beer and gets up. “You want a beer?” He asks.