#chacozai

“That they are, welp... Guess I'm going to be hearing about it real damn soon that's for sure.” Arthur pulled his horse back onto the trail, half expecting (and half hoping) to see what else his goonish friends could come up with to put a few more gray hairs on Johnny's head.

New york is a stark and frightful place. The hustle and bustle that once was normal to him now seemed like oppressive harsh 90 degree angles that jutted into a gray sky, potent neon lights below an endless million of small square lights. Each light a view inside a smaller square of someone's life, lost among the millions of others. It was easy to feel like another small square of light here, It was easy to feel forgotten. Not today, though. Verdant fields of sun-soaked grass blanketed everything before him, thick trees of every shade of green. Men and women lay on blankets in every shade of the rainbow, books in hand, peering up between the pages at their children frolicking among dandelions. Life goes one day at a time. Today, it was a fucking beautiful day. He has two of the sweetest men at his side, one hand clasped in his warm embrace, the other wrapped loosely around the vinyl rope on Pete's leash. A tap on his wrist. He looks down the scant few inches of their height, devoted dark eyes looking back up at his, the older man pointing at a patch of grass no one has claimed. He'd never heard Chac's name, He was afraid to even try and say it; he could only call him one thing. "Baby?" "Sit over there?" "Okay." He nods, far too quiet for his baby to hear. He tugged Petey along, the yellow lab never losing contact with his bare calf as they step in line with each other. Chac stops only to kick off his shoes, slipping off his socks to feel the bare grass below him. This is well and far enough away from everyone else, Chac thinks. Eli didn't like crowded spaces, didn't like people approaching him. "Oof!" They both grunt as they hit the grass, dry and almost too crackly in this summer blaze. Petey was let off his lead, his wrinkly face staring dotingly at his master, panting hard not two inches from Eli's face. "Petey, back off!" Chac laughs, the dog instead climbing on top of the elder man and panting directly into his face instead, his big paw coming up and pressing reassuringly on Chac's shoulder. "He loves you." Eli sighs, Chac falling on his back and letting the dog smother him, Petey resting his neck against Chac's own throat like he was trained to do. His mouth covered, Chac only threw up a hand and reassuringly signed "K-O!" "Hmmmhmhm." Eli laughed through his closed mouth, "3-2-1!" He reached over and tapped on Chac's arm, imitating the ref. "You win, Petey!" Chac pulls himself up, the dog satisfied with a job well done. "Hah. You OK here?" Chac speaks, his hands hesitantly talking for him in tandem. A tiny smile. A tiny nod. Chac learned to love these things too much. "Your cheeks," Chac reaches out and touches them, the symbol for R placed under his own Chin. "Turning red, baby." "That's fine. You know I dont give a fuck." Eli rests back on his elbows, the uniqueness of his speech as he passed fricatives Chac had gotten so accustomed to. Eli looked up, a blue sky overhead. The tops of skyscrapers peered out from above the trees like jagged, square teeth. The smell of hot grass, even the faintest whiff of horse shit that came along with the warm breeze was welcome. Eli had learned to hear the world through every other sense, colors seemed brighter, sensations so much more intense. He wanted to be close to Chac in moments like this.. "Look!" Chac tapped and pointed, Petey was on his back in the grass, all four paws in the air as he wriggled joyously. Tufts of yellow hair and yellow grass lifted into the air- Eli erupted into a laugh, a strange one, one Chac wished he could bottle up and get high on any time he wished. As cute as the dog could be, Chac's loving gaze watched the moment of joy fleet by on Elijah's face. So peaceful. Such lovely time passed, the heat rising and making Chac pull off his shirt, his fresh new tattoo exposed to the sun, a lovely work in progress. Eli enjoyed the way the serpent wrapped around his lover's muscles, noticing then the older man gazing off in the distance with his attention elsewhere. "Wahs that." He asks, Chac not noticing; apparently what was going on was rising up above his voice. "What's that!" He says again, surprise on Chac's face when he turned around. "Oh. Music." Chac smiled softly, his stomach hurting just the slightest. He signed 'Loud', a grimace on his face. "Not good music." He shook his head, a look of exaggerated disgust on his face. Someone not far was blasting some crummy rap on a radio, piercing through the peaceful respite they sought. "Eh." Eli shrugs, "Tell em to shaddap." Or... he thought, remembering the beautiful thumps and beats that Chac had played for him last night, laying in his lap while his talented lover went wild on a bass guitar, blasting as loud as the neighborhood could stand. "Make your own music." the veteran put his arm around Chac, pulling him closer, feeling how warm and welcome his skin felt under his palm. "How?" Chac shrugs, his strong lover grinning boyishly and pushing him insistently until he fell back onto the grass. His stomach hurt again, but in such a strange way..Chac felt Eli place his warm cheek against his chest, a cute little sigh passing his lips. "Give me music." Eli spoke, Chac's stomach twisting into knots, making him groan in pain. "I want to hear it." He couldn't say no. Chac closed his eyes and stroked his baby's back, Petey coming up to lay in a ball at Eli's thigh. "Tonight im gonna have my self a real good time~" It was music to him. He felt such peace, something so rare to him; he craved more of it, louder music. He placed his palm upward and signed 'louder'. Louder Chac sang. It may have been loud to the people now peeking up from their shady spots in the trees, but it wasn't loud enough for Eli. 'Louder' he signed again, his eyes closed, the thrum of tones from Chac's ribs moving through him like music. Just when he thought he was satisfied, another sign- 'louder!' he gestures, a giggle passing through his wide smile. "I'M TRAVELING AT THE SPEED OF LIGGGHT IM GONNA MAKE A SUPERSONIC MAN OUTTA YOU!" Chac was yelling, Eli's hand creeping up his chest to rest at his throat, feeling the up and down of his adam's apple. Practically everyone was watching them now, even the hiphop music playing from across the way was turned down to listen to the no-doubt horribly over-throttled sound of Chac's voice SHOUTING. Fuck em, as Eli always says. The man resting atop him pressed so tightly up against him and enjoying this moment they may as well have been one. "Shut the fuck up, yo!" he heard from not far off- "DONT! STOP! ME NOOOOOWWW IM HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME!" Chac screamed, thats right, fuck em. This music is just for Eli and he was going to play it as loud as he wants it. "Woof!" Petey barked, tilting his head back before letting out a pathetic howl, joining Chac (or maybe begging him to stop). The music ended at the relief of everyone around them, Chac peering down and seeing the most punishingly sweet smile on his lover's face. "You like it?" Chac smirks, Eli suspending himself above the singer with one strong arm, the other giving a playful sign- 'beautiful', a word he knew he'd been saying wrong lately. "Anytime, baby." The sun overhead glowed behind the veteran, his peroxide-bleached hair simply illuminating him, his eyes as blue as the sky above. What a precious being, Chac muses. His stomach was killing him.