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 at command central glancing sideways over at Grant occasionally. The only word that the younger man had said to him that afternoon at lunch was, “Tonight.” Jason knew what that meant, and he didn’t like it. Grant had promised paybacks for the night he brought out the black bag of toys. Tonight was the night he was going to get it and that scared the hell out of him.
That night, Jason walked slowly back to their hotel room, quietly hoping someone would suggest going to the bar, or watch a movie, or anything that would involve him not having to go back to the room with Grant. Taking the room key card from his pocket, he slid it through the door. As the door swung open, he felt hands on his back shoving him in. The door slammed hard and Grant barked, “Naked. Bed. Now.”
Tango opened the door to Steve’s closet, their closet, trying to find a place to put all of his stuff. The move in hadn’t been nearly as daunting as he thought it would be, but one thing lingered. They had to clean out the closet. There was just no way they were going to fit Tango’s clothes, Steve’s clothes and all of the random assortment of junk on the floor in the tiny space.
Tango looked down. Just what the hell was all of that? On his hands and knees he started pulling stuff out of the bottom of the closet. Shoes were tossed into a pile, many he was certain hadn’t been worn in awhile, some just needed to be thrown away. A box of paperwork was set aside for Steve to go through. But there was a black gym bag in the back… Tango was impressed by the weight of it as he pulled it from the back of the closet. Unzipping it, his face lit up in surprise.