Jason grumbled as he sat on the couch of the trailer Grant had purchased. “Your backyard, G?”
Grant shrugged, sitting across from him on the small dining table. “This is where she wanted it.”
“Your backyard, G?” Jay repeated.
Grant sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “What did you want me to do, Jay? What did you want me to say? No, I’m sorry, Re. We can’t put the trailer in the backyard. See, the real reason why I bought it was so Jason and I could have a place to fuck that wouldn’t be our bed.” Continue reading
Grant sat at his desk facing Jason looking at paperwork in his hand, sucking on a tootsie roll pop. Jason, sitting across from him, watched as the red candy ball disappeared between his lips, making those disturbing slurping sounds. “G,” he said sternly.
Grant looked up at him, taking the tootsie roll pop out of his mouth and licking his lips. Jason shifted in his seat as the noticeably red tongue traced the even redder and slightly swollen lips. “Yeah, Jay?”
Motioning towards the stationary camera set up in their office Jason told Grant, “Stop it.”
Steve sat in the driver’s seat of the tech van, white knuckles glued to the steering wheel. Jason and Grant had already gotten out of their Yukon and were motioning for him and Tango to join them so they could greet the owner of the campground they were going to investigate. Steve looked over at Tango who just simply looked back at him with that deer in headlight look that had become so endearing at times like these. “We’re staying here, in the woods?” Dave asked him.
Steve nodded very slowly. He looked out the windshield at Jay and Grant who seemed to be getting impatient and plotted the most vicious ways of murdering them. Jason stalked over to Steve’s door and pulled it open. “Get out here. Don’t flip out in front of the campground owner or your balls will be mounted on my wall.”
“You didn’t tell me we’d be fucking camping,” Steve whispered through gritted teeth. Continue reading
Grant’s eyes went between the black bag sitting next to him and Jason standing at the foot of the bed. “Um, I think we need a code word,” he mumbled.
Pulling Grant’s shirt over his head, Jason nodded. “What do you want it to be? Something that you’ll remember, but not something that would just come out.”
Jason sat on the front porch of the cabin just staring at his cell phone. He clicked the button to allow him to listen to the voicemail again.
Hey, Jay. Reanna isn’t… she’s being…. I don’t know if I’m going to make it to the cabin for the weekend. I’m really sorry. I’ll call you later.
I love you.
The last part was whispered, telling him that the wife was in cling mode. Jason grumbled to himself and grabbed a beer from the fridge he had painstakingly packed full of Grant’s favorites. He looked at the makings of chicken alfredo in the fridge and slammed the door shut. Walking back out to the porch, he twisted the top off, throwing it in the corner of the room since Grant wouldn’t be there to bitch at him. With a loud grunt, Jason sat in the rocking chair looking out at the lake, their lake, and propped his feet on the ledge in front of him. Continue reading
“I like how we’re doing it old school. No professional cameras, no IR cams. Just us, with recorders and digital video cameras,” Grant smiled at Jason in the darkness of Johnny Rocket’s Bowl-O-Rama. Putting his camera down strategically on the side of the pool table, Jason wrapped his arms around Grant from behind, resting his chin on the smaller man’s shoulder. Grant grinned, shutting his camera down and setting it in front of him. He felt the hard dick press into his backside and ground against him devilishly. Continue reading
Jason sat at the bar watching his very drunk best friend sway on the bar stool next to him. Looking down at his four empty beer steins and over at Grant’s four empty shot glasses, it confirmed his belief in the wonderfulness of beer. Staring at him through one open eye, Grant asked him, “Whatcha thinking, there Jay? Jay… Jason Hawes!” He screamed it as if they were not sitting directly next to each other at a very uncrowded hotel bar and erupted into a fit of giggles.