When it comes to Gifts, Two are Better than One

"You never do anything fun!"

Mikey yells as he walks along side Esme. People around the quad turn to stare at his out burst and she can't help her immediate reaction to duck her head and walk away from him as fast as possible. She hates attention. She didn't mind being around people but when the attention was all on her is when she started to freak out. The feeling of people looking at her, assessing her like she was some type of new species was something terrifying to her. This fear of hers played a major role in why she hadn't gone to traditional high school and almost stopped her from attending college. Though after much reasoning (and arguments with her parents) she figured a bit of social anxiety for the next few years was a small price to pay for a career that would benefit her for the rest of her life.

Three years later she was still the same girl with the deep brown eyes that gave away her emotions without her even trying. Her chestnut brown hair had grown long and wavy, thick and glossy as it falls over her delicate shoulders. She never out grew her short stature but still her body was nice and lean. To top it off she was raised in a highly religious catholic household. She was the picture of beautiful innocence.

"Oh come on don't fucking run from me Esme!" He says slightly out of breath, from jogging to catch up to her. "It's your twenty first birthday. This is bigger than turning eighteen, you can drink now!"

"Your point?" She says giving him a sideways glare.

"I'm just trying to say that maybe instead of staying at home with your family like you do every goddamn year since I've known you. You should actually enjoy yourself and come out with your friends."

"I do enjoy myself on my birthday and besides, my parents would never let me."

"You're going to be twenty one fucking years old! I don't think it's exactly necessary to ask their permission anymore."

"You know it's not about that Mikey and anyway I like spending my birthday with my family, dinner and a movie is what we always do, it's like tradition."

"Nope. Lies, lies, lies."

"I'm not lying Mikes."

"I can see it in your eyes Esme, but I'm not gonna say anymore on the subject or it's highly likely you'll try to charge me with harassment."

"Ah, you know me so well."

"Just promise me you'll think about it?"

"I promise Mikey. Now come on, before my parents think I'm out screwing the entire male population of California."

Mikey looks down at his cellphone for the time.

"In the five extra minutes it's gonna take to get there?"

"If you believe a virgin can be impregnated by the holy spirit. Anything is possible."

~×~×~×~

"Thanks for the ride Mikey." She says, slamming the passenger door closed. She walks backwards to her front door, waving goodbye to him as he drives away.

Opening the front door to her house she's greeted to the smell of red boiling chilies. The spicy air making her cough as she enters the house.

"Amá! Abra una ventana! Me estoy sofocando!" She yells.

"Mija no exageres." Her mother says almost condescending as she continues to bustle about the kitchen.

"Y tu? Dónde estabas? Llegaste diez minutos tarde." Her father says coming through the back door, a scowl on his face. His usual smell of motor oil and dirt somehow over powering the spicy smell in the kitchen.

"Después de la clase estaba platicando con mi amigo Mikey."

"El maricon?"

"Papá!"

"Santiago!"

"Pues se viste como uno."

"Sabes que? I'm not even going to talk to you right now." Esme says, irritated at her fathers assumption of Mikey. For being a so called religious man he was fucking judgmental about everyone and anyone.

"Esmeralda! No te enojes conmigo!"

She turns to leave but just as she's about to walk out of the room she receives a text from Mikey.

DON'T FORGET. TONIGHT. I WILL DRAG YOU FROM YOUR HOME IF NEED BE.
:)

Taking the opportunity of her dad feeling bad that he offended her friend she decides that it's now or never to tell (ask) her parents about going out for her birthday.

"Puedo salir con mis amigos?"

"Cuándo?"

"Hoy."

"Es tu cumpleaños."

"Obvio. Por eso te estoy preguntando."

"Cálmate niña. No me hablas asi."

"Papá, por favor puedo salir con mis amigos para mi cumpleaños?

"No yo se que hacen a esta edar. No necesito que te dan un mal ejemplo."

"Tengo viente uno años apá! Puedo pensar por mi sola! Por favor!" She looks at her father with her big doe eyes shining with tears.

He looks to his wife who is happily avoiding the topic of conversation as she begins to heat up tortillas. She never did like being the hard ass, she left it to him most of the time, but he didn't mind because who better to protect his little girl from the evils of the world than him. He ran his hand through his graying hair, closing his eyes and thinking about all the horrible temptations that would be just waiting to ensnare his daughter if he let her go. Being his only child and her being a daddy's girl he couldn't say no to those eyes. He looks at her one more time and can see in those pleading eyes that she's afraid of what he might answer but he can also see a fierce determination in them.

"Okay."

"What? I mean- Que?!"

"Sí. Esta bien. Pero no te quedes fuera muy tarde."

"Gracias papi!" She kisses her dad on the cheek and bounces to the kitchen to give her mom a kiss too.

When she gets to her room closing the door behind her she text Mikey with a thumbs up. He sends a little devil face back and tells her to be ready by ten. She smiles and then the terrifying feeling of anxiety starts to creep up her throat and all she can think to herself is 'Oh crap' as she realizes that she's going to be surrounded by dozens of people tonight.

Screw Mikey and his stupid peer pressuring ways.

~×~×~×~×~

"Mikey I don't think I can go out tonight. I'm not feeling well and-"

"Stop being a pussy, get your ass out of bed. Take a shower or don't. Put on something nice and don't forget your fucking I.D."

"But Mikey!"

"No buts! I am picking you up and there is no more room for whining so stop."

"But people Mikey, there is gonna be way too many people there."

"It's just gonna be Chris, Zack, Stacy, and Luz. Oh and my brother and his boyfriend are coming but those assholes go where ever there is alcohol."

"At the club though?"

"The people there are too involved in themselves to give a fuck about you. The only ones who will pay you any attention are the ones trying to fuck you but don't worry we'll protect your virgin ass."

"Shut up Mikey."

"Two hours!" He yells through the speaker before hanging up.

~×~×~×~×~

Two hours later she's standing in the driveway waiting for Mikey and his dusty blue Ford. She wiggles her toes in her silver studded black pumps as she waits nervously. A pair of beaming headlights come around the corner and she can tell it's him by the sounds of MSI blaring from his sound system. She can see the shadow of four bodies sardined into the back seat and tries not to laugh as Zack smooshes his face against the glass in a bizarre greeting as he tries to spell out 'Hi' with his tongue.

"Stop that you fucker. Or I'm going to make you wash my whole car with your tongue."

Mikey says throwing at him an empty water bottle, nearly slapping Esme in the face as she got in the car. Zack just giggles and pulls away from the window, going to bury his face in Stacy's neck.

"Mikes please drive before this prick falls asleep and drools on my new top."

Giving a salute he puts the car in drive and start the drive to the club.

"You look nice."

"Thanks."

"You're so getting laid tonight babe!" Luz sing songs from the back.

"She can't, her parents are the only ones with the key to her Chasity belt."

"Do I really look that trashy?" Esme ask looking down at her form fitting red peplum style dress.

"Nah, you look good like, I'm even considering trying to nail you."

"Whoa there flying tiger, sit your ass down before you get ticketed."

Chris says trying to get Zack-who had slung himself over the back of Esme's seat and was resting his chin on her head-to sit down. Mikey shakes his head at their friends antics and looks at her from the corner of his eye. He pats her leg in a friendly manner trying to reassure her.

"You look good E. The red looks good on you and those shoes make even a short shit like you look like you've got legs that go for miles."

"Wow Mikey. How do you manage to take a sweet comment and mutilate it into that?"

"It's a gift." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.

~×~×~×~×~

Twenty minutes later they arrive and Zack literally falls out of the car from Chris pushing him out. Ignoring them she looks around the parking lot while she waits for all four of them to get out. She sees the long line of people waiting to get in and has a mini panic attack from thinking about standing around in her monstrous heels for an hour or two. As if on cue Mikey swings an arm around her shoulders and stares at the line with her.

"Don't worry, my brother and his borderline alcoholism are actually good for one thing. He knows practically every bouncer in this city, so we'll get in without a hitch. Now if I only knew where that dick was."

"Looking for the D, brother? I knew you would jump the fence eventually." Says a man with silver hair. He has on black from head to toe making his hair his only distinguishable feature.

"Well Mikey I think if you really want it that bad, I know your brother wouldn't mind sharing mine." A man about Esme's height says. He too has on all black, the only difference between the two is that one has a leather jacket on and the other none, choosing to show off his tattoo covered arms.

"Perverts. So are you gonna get us in or not Gee?"

"Yeah, yeah. Everyone here?"

"Yup"

"Okay then, come on you pansies.'

"I'm a tulip!" , shouts Zack from where he's leaning against the car trying his best to keep upright.

"Uh, are you guys sure you haven't gone in yet because by the looks of him..."

"Pretend he's not even there. Zack likes to get buzzed, aka drunk, before we come to a club. That way he spends less."

Esme chuckles as Chris holds onto the back of Zacks shirt keeping him from laying down on the hood of the car. She feels a pair of eyes staring at her and turns back to notice that Mikeys brother and his boyfriend were staring at her with mischievous smirks on their faces.

"Hi, I'm Gerard."

"And I'm Frank."

She smiles shyly at them and extends her hand to shake theirs.

"I'm Esmeralda but you can just call me Esme."

"Esmerrrralda, so I'm guessing you're the birthday girl?"

Gerard repeats, rolling the R in her name. Nodding at him, she shivers and tries to convince herself it's from the slight autumn breeze and not the way he said her name.

"Well then let us give you a night to remember."

They both move to either side of her and each of them put an arm around her, escorting her into the club.

~×~×~×~×~

Esme watches Stacy and Chris on the dance floor flirting with each other. She rolls her eyes and averts her eyes from those love sick fools. She has to hold back an obnoxious laugh as she catches sight of Luz taking pictures, maybe filming?, with her phone of Zack with his tongue down the throat of what she is pretty sure is a guy in drag.

She hears a shuffling next to her and Mikey is taking his seat again after going to get them another set of drinks from the bar. He sets down his beer and slides her drink over. She raises an eyebrow at the tall glass filled with an orange and yellow liquid. Raising it to her mouth she inhales it's sweet and sharp scent before taking a sip.

"Oh my god Mikey. I love you so much."

Mikey just nods and blushes.

"You've been nursing that same beer for an hour and I'm pretty sure you gave your first three to Zack. It's your birthday so order all the fruity shit you want. It's on me."

She leans over and hugs Mikey.

"So much love for you Mikey. Just so much."

"Love you too dude. Now if you don't mind I'm gonna go find a girl sober enough to take home with me."

"There is hardly any room in the car Mikey."

"Zack is probably gonna pass out so we'll just stuff him in the trunk. See I have amazing plans."

She follows Mikey with her eyes as he walks away and disappears into the throngs of people. She thinks about joining her friends on the dance floor but quickly shakes that thought from her head when she notices how everyone is touching in some kind of way from how crowded it is.

From her peripheral vision she notices a wiggling mass of black. Looking towards it she can't help the feeling of lust that comes over her. There on the dance floor was Frank with his back to Gerard and an arm stretched begins him holding Gerard close to him by the neck as he grinds his ass on Gerard's crotch in an uneven rhythm. He turns his head and with out even having to ask for him Gerard leans down at that awkward angle and kisses him. She has a perfect view of their tongues moving against one another, twisting and sliding trying their best to taste more of each other. This goes on for minutes and she watches every second of it, entranced by the way they are so lost in each other. Gerard is the first to pull away and as he does he looks her way and smirks. He leans down again but instead of engaging Frank in another kiss he whispers into his lovers' ear. Frank's eyes open in excitement and he wriggles himself from Gerard's embrace, all the meanwhile keeping eye contact with Esme. He grabs Gerard hand in his and comes over to the table where she is seated.

"Come dance with us." He asks breathless, lips still pink and shiny.

"Oh no I don't dance and I don't like physical contact with strangers. So I thi-"

"They won't touch you. Frank and I will be the only ones close to you and we're not strangers so that should be okay right?"

She nervously bites her lip and fails to come up with an excuse good enough to get herself out of it. She nods slowly in defeat and feels herself pulled from her seat by an overeager Frank. Before she can really process it she's among the sea of dancing sweaty bodies pressed between Frank and Gerard, who keeping to their word are the only ones pressed against her. It's awkward at first but slowly her body follows along to the pounding beat of the music and she begins to move her hips. She hears a breathy chuckle come from Gerard who is behind her and feels him move closer to her. His arm goes around Frank who is directly in front of her and brings all of the hips closer together, lining them up perfectly.

She gasps as he grinds his clothed cock against her ass pushing her to Frank who was also grinding on her in perfect synchronization with his boyfriend. She too tries to keep up moving herself back and forth between them. She can feel their bulges growing as they move and groans in desperation, the wetness between her legs getting to be too much.

At the back of her mind she can faintly hear the nagging of her parents and the droning voice of the church priest that gives sermons every Sunday. The voices get drowned out by her own when she lets out a pathetic whimper from having Gerard suck on her neck.

"Fuck." She whispers but clamps a hand over her mouth horrified at her language.

"Yeah baby. You, me and Frank. You want that? Do you want us as bad as we want you baby?"

"Y-yes."

"Good. Come on Frankie it's time for us to give the birthday girl her present."

Notes

The Spanish is not really important but if you want the translation just mention it and I'll add it to the notes. Like I said second half is done (aka smut) and will be posted tonight,

-Venomous Kiss