"I... I think I'll pass, dude", Jake said meekly. "I like the way I am, I don't want to change. Not right now, maybe later".
Derek looked hurt by those words, and lowered his eyes on the ground. "I thought you said we are bros for life".
Jake held his friend's chin high and kissed him again, really slowly and tenderly, savoring every moment. "And we are, dude. But that doesn't mean we have to look like twins, right?".
The skate punk still looked a bit upset, but nodded at Jake's words. "Yeah, you're right. This way you can convert the clean-cut kids and I can attract the rebel crowd", and he stroke a pose, his sculpted physique made even sexier by his tats.
Jake stuffed the plastic bag with the piercing in it in a pocket, while thinking about ways to make it to good use... The thought of a twinky teenage skater moaning in orgasmic delight while tattoos and piercing appeared all over his young body made him nearly cream his pants again. He also knew that the connection between him and Derek was so strong that, were he had to sniff the skate punk's cute feet, he would certainly get his share of tats and piercings anyway. And the idea didn't actually seemed that bad...