UNTITLED "ARNEZ & QASIM" FEATURE by Damone Williams

FADE IN: INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT DARKNESS. Two interlocked black shapes stumble through the bedroom door. They bump into the dresser, knock items to the floor, and giggle. SHAPE 1 Were so drunk... SHAPE 2 Shhh!! My parents are asleep. And Im not drunk. Just tipsy. Another giggle fit, as Shape 2 searches for the light switch. He finds and flips it. The slightly messy but artistically decorated room is illuminated. ARNEZ DRAKE, small frame, handsome in a traditional kinda way, an artist, and QASIM WATKINS, taller and broader than Arnez, handsome, an athlete, both tipsy, are locked in an embrace. They are not your typical Gay couple...and by typical, I mean typical force-fed media interpretation of what being Gay and Black looks like. They kiss. Qasim takes the lead and backs Arnez into the bed. They slowly climb onto it, still focused on each others lips. Qasim runs his tongue over Arnezs lips, and then down his neck... Clothes begin to come off. First shirts, then shoes, and finally pants. But all while embracing one anothers tongue tricks. Arnez flips Qasim onto his back and straddles him. Kisses his neck. Runs his hands along his chest. Kisses his stomach...begins to follow his happy trail... Arnez disappears... A beat, and Qasims eyes begin to roll to the back of his head...he bites his bottom lip...his hand moves to his chest.

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A few more beats of pleasure, and Arnez re-appears, kisses his way up Qasims body, and finally lands on his lips. They look into each others eyes, swim a bit, and then smile. Qasim slides Arnez off of him, and onto his stomach... Now its Qasims turn to disappear... Arnez falls into ecstasy as Qasims tongue performs a reconnaissance mission on and in his rolling hill. Arnez buries his face in his pillow... ...moans. Flirmly clutches the top of the headboard. ...moans louder. Squirms... ...moans LOUDER. A blaring noise is heard...coming from far off...drowning out Arnezs moans... ARNEZ No...no, no... More moans, just as... JUMP CUT TO: INT. BEDROOM - MORNING The alarm clock on the nightstand is blaring, and BRENDA DRAKE, Arnezs mother, is standing in the doorway. BRENDA Arnez, get up! Youre gonna be late for school. Not gonna tell you again. Brenda tosses a look in her sons direction, turns and leaves. Arnez comes to...looks around, disappointed. A dream?! He starts to get out of bed, but stops when he notices the sticky mess hes made in his bed.

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ARNEZ Shit! CUT TO BLACK.