I LIKE GETTING IN FRONTA PEOPLE TOO

     On one cold, windy Autumn day, two cold, hard goth boys decided to go get some Starbucks. It’s amazing how quickly a task as simple as that can become a trip once Reo is involved. Or, more specifically, once someone thinks they’re going to take advantage of Hansuke.

     It was after Reo had already gotten and sat down with his drink, waiting on the other, who’d finally gotten into line after rehearsing his order to himself enough times. A few minutes go by, with him still dead last of a long line, and a woman with two children showed up behind him. She ended up graciously taking Hansuke’s spot when he offered, unprompted, so she wouldn’t have to wait as long with impatient kids. In her case, doing so was fine. Reo watched silently from the table, as Hansuke ended up allowing the next two groups who followed to do the same, won over by a second of expectant staring from both parties.. Even if he was slightly more hesitant than the first time around, and Reo was getting sick of watching his best friend get walked on, it was technically fine since, well, Hansuke had explicitly allowed them to--even if he were somewhat guilted into it.

     … However, what was not fine was when the next jackass to show up, after seeing all of this happen through the glass, barreled firmly ahead through Hansuke, intentionally-unintentionally shouldering the smaller man out of the way.
It was at the lack of response to “Uhm.. E-Exc… Okay.” And the hanging of Hansuke’s head that Reo snapped out of his seat, his brow furrowed as he strode over to his friend’s side. Immediately, he slung his arm around Hansuke’s shoulders, squishing him under his armpit and keeping his gaze steeled on the back of the strangers head.

     “Reo! Hey it’s f- mmh!” Hansuke tried to protest, before Reo mashed his thumb against his lips.
“Imma take care of it.” He insisted, nostrils flared, lips pursed as he continued to stare ahead. “You’re getting your sexy little fuckin’ drink, horse baby. Just you wait.”
… And Hansuke didn’t say another word, instead nodding lightly as he clasped his hands together nervously.
 
     Initially, Hansuke had assumed Reo was just going to stand there and make sure he didn’t let anyone else cut him, but this was poor judgment on his part. He should know Reo well enough by now to realize that he wouldn’t think that was enough. It was when they were second to last in line, and Reo dragged them out to wait behind him as the stranger’s drink was made that he realized such a simple fix couldn’t be the case.

      The second the other turned around, drink in hand, was when Reo finally struck.
      “You like getting in front of people!?” Reo inquired loudly, making sure everyone in the Starbucks could hear, taking one step forward to end up directly in the other man’s face, their noses a mere inch apart, so close they could taste each other’s breath.

     “What the fucK-!” The man yiped, jumping and stumbling back slightly, Reo moving forward to match it.

     “I like getting in front of people too!” Was his response, a tight grin breaking his face, eyes bulging as he leaned forward, the winner of the One Turn Sooner coffee quickly becoming distressed.

     “Get the fuck outta my face,” he muttered, stumbling over his words, half pissed, half bewildered that this was really happening.

      “I’m not in your face, bro, you’re in my face, get the fuck outta my face bro, get the fuck outta my face. You’re in my face, get out, why the fuck you so close for pussy boy, you gay? Tryna kiss me, want a lil smooch? Gettin’ in my face for a kissy, bro? Wouldn’t mind kissin’ a yummy bitch like you, actually. You-,” the rushed yet hushed  interrogation didn’t stop the entire time Reo backed him out of the front door, drink still in hand, the two men talking over each other at this point, one party getting progressively louder, Reo remaining unphased by both this, and the staff beginning to add to the noise as well. It didn’t matter if they were telling him to leave, that’s what he was doing already.

      It was when they were finally out the door that, despite being intimidated by sheer gothness before, that the offender, voice sharper but still shaking, came to the conclusion of; “I’ll smack the teeth out your lilly bitch face if you don’t get the fuck away from me-!”
     Reo, wrapping one hand around the hot cup, set the other on his belt buckle and began to undo it loudly, not breaking eye contact once. “Just let me get ready first, big boy.” Reo requested, licking his lips. It was as his pants began to fall that the drink was shoved towards him, lid popping off, cup bending with a sudden crunch as opposing hands collided, a good quarter of the liquid splashing out the open top, scalding liquid dripping onto Reo’s cheek and shoulder as he wrestled it from a sweaty grasp. That would have really fucking hurt if he didn’t have more important things to worry about.

     Apparently, this guy had been prepared to fight, up until Reo started taking his pants off in the middle of the street. It was amazing how just removing a little clothing could make other men act like he was a goddamn plague rat, spreading the gay at a single touch…
    “I don’t need this shit-!” The boomer grumbled, stumbling back with wide eyes and bulging veins. “Fuckin' faggot!” He bleated, tripping over his feet as he ran off in the other direction. Marilyn Manson already scared him enough as is, he should’ve known he wouldn’t have been able to stand a fight with him.

     It was only when he was gone past the curve that Reo decided to start hearing Hansuke again, turning around to the other man standing against the wall behind him.. Hansuke had been pleading with him during that all, but he hadn’t caught what it was, and it didn’t matter either way now that he was already done.

    “The coffee you ordered, sir.” Reo explained simply, bowing his head to him, pale knees shaking in the breeze.
    As stunned as Hansuke was, he took it quickly so Reo could pull his pants back up, still in dumbfounded silence as he stared wide eyed into the still mostly full cup.
It was crushed, topless, missing some, and not what he was going to order, but there was no way in hell Hansuke could turn it down after the situation that just broke out over it.

    “Thank you, Reo..” He finally managed, brows raised, eyes wide in poorly masked shock as he took in just went down in his name. It was a good ten minutes later, as they walked hip to hip down the street, when he was finally able to thank him properly.

     “You know, the way you harassed that middle aged stranger and took your pants off in the street back there.. That really meant a lot to me.” He explained, sounding sure of his thoughts but not of his words.

     Reo just beamed back at Hansuke, not seeming to think he did anything strange at all. “Can’t help being a little fucking sweet heawt.” He chimed back, without skipping a beat.

     Yeah… That was one way to put it.