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by ccallenreese

“I have to say, I normally feel kind of ambivalent when company’s want to send me products, but I was already wearing House Arrest’s brand when they e-mailed me. And these boxer briefs are so goddamn comfy, and no wedg – oh hey everyone, it’s my boyfriend. Hi Jax.”
“Hey gorgeous. You streaming for Platform?”
“Yep. I’m doing a promo for underwear.”
“God your ass looks good in those, but it would look amazing in a paper bag.”
Tom giggles. “It would not. And it would crinkle if I even breathed. You’d get papercuts walking to the fridge. Fabric like this is much more comfortable. And soft.”
Jax climbs up on the bed.
“Oh hello there. Are you joining me on the stream?”
“I need to feel this for myself.” Jax cups Tom’s ass and squeezes. “Yeah that’s nice. Soft but I can still get a good grip…”
“Jax – woah, hey, just a reminder I’m still streaming,” Tom stammers.
“Let em watch,” Jax suggests. He kisses Tom’s neck and brings their bodies together.
Tom gasps. “Christ you are a madman!”
Jax slips his arm around Tom’s torso, and slides his hand down his thigh.
“Aah!” Tom arches against Jax. He puts an arm around his neck and gives in to the desire to kiss that man and let him ravish his mouth in return.

In a moment, streaming seems marginally less important than it was a moment ago. Tom lowers his hand with the phone as he gets distracted by the way Jax is making him feel. Jax cups Tom between the legs and squeezes. Tom makes a guttural cry. The phone falls to the bed. Jax guides Tom backwards to the bed and pulls the underwear off so he can stroke him properly. Tom twists his fingers into Jax’s hair and keens.

When they finish and the Earth stops spinning, Tom gets his wits back about him. “…Is my phone still streaming?” He wipes his hand on the sheets and picks it up; his face goes pale. “Oh shit it is. Uhhh hi everyone. Oh my god there’s so many people watching this. Um. Fuck uhh. Well that was a little unexpected. I- uh-”
Jax takes the phone. “Your boy’s a little busy now. Leave a message.” He shuts off the recording.
Tom covers his face with his hands and groans. “Thanks for doing that. Fuck, I may get decommissioned for that.”
“But people will be talking about it for a while.”
“Yeah I guess it’s true. Any press is good press right? Mmn I love it when you kiss me. Wanna take a shower together?” Tom asks.
“Oh hell yeah, we haven’t done that in a while.”

Tom later posts a photo on Instagram of the pair of underwear in front of the shower door. “Sorry to everyone who watched my stream on Platform last night. I didn’t intend to keep recording during an intimate moment with my boyfriend. I really apologize you had to listen to that. Some of you seemed to uhhh not mind so much, but others were upset. I apologize, but sometimes, real life interrupts the life we craft for ourselves, and those moments matter more than what you’re doing on your phone.”
To his surprise, the underwear company loves the photo and wants to use it for a campaign. Tom is less impressed when he gets offers to shoot porn, and turns them down. He has standards, really.

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Gallery
by ccallenreese

papateddybear-ptb:

Desire

After a long morning of sex and intimacy, you enjoy a quiet skin-to-skin embrace with Rich as you two catch your breath. As your eyes meet, you see just how exhausted Rich is. That’s when you realize that you’ve found your man. No words need to be spoken, no gestures, no second guessing. Rich spent the entire morning working hard to make it feel good for you over himself. You were so lost in the extasy of sex and foreplay that you couldn’t spare any resource to give it consideration. Rich not only gave it consideration, he considered it from the start. Hell, he probably worked twice as hard as you did, and you had no clue until now. You acknowledge your awareness with a kiss and by giving him a nuzzle. You’re in awe of him and struggle to express your love. Simple words will do. “Thank you for this morning. You were amazing.”
Only then does Rich smile.

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by ccallenreese

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Parker wasn’t super sure about dating a merman at first. They had a reputation for being so demanding, and so very needy. Seafood only diets weren’t cheap either! Better than feeding vampires though. Still.
Parker couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of a naked man run into the surf – which had to be freezing, Jesus christ – and dive in. A moment later, the silhouette changed into the fish shape. Parker heard a distant cry of pleasure mixed in with roar of the waves. Must be so liberating, but poor guy – he’d been so grouchy and itchy lately. At least this way he could rub against the sand and finish molting his scales.

Despite his boyfriend’s many needs, and the large water bill, Parker’d never been happier. He thought back to a few days ago, when they stayed up late – Parker braiding his boyfriend’s hair, making love until 3 am. Apparently mermen get needy before they start molting – who knew? At five months into the relationship, there was still a lot to discover. And many more trips to the ocean to be had.

Parker let him swim. He went to fill two buckets with fresh water for his boyfriend to rinse off with later, and he also checked the cooler full of ice. Supposedly there’d be fresh fish for dinner if the hunt went well. He rubbed his shoulders and numb hands and went back inside the camper to finish repairing that laptop he was fixing. The merman would be in the sea for a while. No need to stand out in the cold barefoot.

Inside the camper, Parker made himself some coffee. He sat at the table and gazed at the window at the broody sea under the slate sky. No sign of his man. But at some point, he’d walk out of the surf…naked…dripping…scales gleaming and freshly polished. His skin would taste of sea water. Muscles would be strong and exercised. His kiss would be hot. No doubt he would pin Parker down and overwhelm him with his dominance and marine scent…

It took Parker a moment to realize he was rubbing his cock through his thermal layer. There was a wet spot. He coughed and undid the buttons before shoving his hand inside, seeking his throbbing and leaking cock. Fuck he hoped no one would be looking in the windows!

Where was he? Oh yeah… being dominated by a successful hunter…

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by ccallenreese

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Daniel Avshalumov by Dorien Jimenez – Fucking Young!

Zach wiggles out of his pants. “Ugh I hate wearing the same clothes I’ve worn in an airport. Can you pass me my olive pants out of my suitcase, love?”
“Yeah sure, babe.” I set my empty beer can on the desk and walk over to where his suitcase is up on a stand. “Jeez, no wonder why your suitcase weighed so much. You got so much stuff in here!”
“Nuh uh, I cut sooo much stuff out. Still kind of stressing about it.”
“If I can be fine with half this, you’ll be fine.” I push aside some rolled shirts and a plastic bag full of bottles and containers. I hold it up and read the labels. “Collagen… retinol…moisturizers… what IS all this stuff?”
“Pants please!” He asks. I look over at him, lying there in his underwear.
“Pants can wait.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Someone is in a mood.”
“I would be more so if it wasn’t for the jet lag and the fact I’m exhausted.”
“Mmm shame.”
For a moment I just stand there, stunned at the toss-away casualness of it all. Zach has a sexual aura that roared around him like a wildfire but he welded it and batted it around like it was a goddamn balloon. How intimidating.
I yawn. “Let’s at least sleep in the bed one night before we stain the sheets.”
“Oh fine, but like, we don’t have to like, fuck. You could kiss me for a bit…”

“I think I may have enough energy for that actually…” I toss the plastic bag back into the suitcase. “What is all that stuff though?”
“Oh you know, my stuff for my night routine, my day routine, for my skin, my face, my eyes, my nails, and my make up…”

I stop at the foot of the bed, and follow the path with my gaze from his feet up his willowy legs to the black bulge to the curve of his stomach and the ridges of ribs.

“Do you really need all that stuff? You’re easy on the eyes as is.”
Zach scoffs and looks a little embarrassed. “Uh, duh. I look like a hot mess otherwise.”
“Naaahhh I love you even out of the shower.”
Zach smooshes the pillow over his face. “Stoooop.”
“Nope. I mean it.” I crawl onto the bed and spread out next to him. “You don’t need it.”
“It’s different, cause I’m a bottom,” he says in a muffled voice.
I bark out a laugh. “What does that have to do with anything? What does that have to do with your butt?”
Zach pushes the pillow away and rolls to his side to look at me. “Listen, I can’t explain why all species of gay all act the way they do -”
I cut him off without another rude laugh. “Species??”
“Yes! Don’t laugh.” Zach hits me with the pillow.
”oof!”
“Species. Femme twink bottoms are judgemental, catty bitches, and we if don’t all look amazing 100% of the time, we don’t get men. It’s like expected of us. Plus, like seriously I kind of like make up…”
I furrow my brow. “But we met at the pool. You weren’t wearing make up then. You were wet. And you still got a man.”
Zach stares at me.
“Gotcha.”
“No! I was wearing waterproof mascara,” Zach insists.
“Yeah that’s what made me want you. Oh baby, that twink is wearing mascara that isn’t running, my cock is sooooo hard.”
Zach hits me with the pillow again. “You are such a bitch!”
I laugh and hit him back with it. “Don’t be mad if I didn’t notice.”
“I would have been more mad if you hadn’t done such a good job blowing me behind the pool house.” Zach adjusts the position he’s resting in so his arm doesn’t fall asleep.
“Mmn. Blowjobs forgive all huh.”
Zach sticks his tongue out at me.
I toss the pillow behind us. “So what species of gay am I?”
“Hmm.” He licks his lip. “The No Way type.”
“The…No Way type?” I repeat.
“Yeah. You’re one of those guys we see in a bar -or a pool, I suppose- and we’re like, nooo way that guy is gay AND single AND is into my type. Too good looking, too nice, too witty, the jeans fit too well… like there’s no fucking a way such a perfect guy would even give me the time of day.”
I pluck at the sheets. “You think I’m perfect?”
Zach considers me. “You can’t cook for shit.”
“Ha. That’s true, at least. You thought I was straight at an LGBT week pool party though?”
“There’s straight allies you know. And bi guys.”
“I guess that’s true…I’m glad you talked to me though. I was a little scared to approach you.”
“W-what? Why?”
I trace the outline of Zach’s cheek and jawbone with an errant finger. “Cause you’re like this alpha twink. All the skittish younger ones kept looking at you, watching what you were doing. Like when you got out of the pool, heads turned, Zach. You have this super confidence life force that makes people notice.”
Zach turns red. “Are you sure they weren’t staring cause of the Speedo I was wearing?”
“You were wearing more clothes than some people,” I point out.
Zach reaches for the pillow again and puts it over his face. “None of that is true.”
I chuckle. “It is, you silly boy.” I push the pillow away. “I mean it. I’m glad you spoke to me.”
Zach smiles. “Thank you for answering. And thank you for asking me on this trip. When you asked me to go with you on your vacation, I was really happy.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I manage a lazy, drowsy smile. “I’m happy you said yes. I’d be lonely without you…” I cup his chin and brought it forward so our lips could meet. As I kiss Zach, I feel myself losing grip on keeping myself awake. We’ve been awake over 24 hours at this point. I’m glad he suggested we brush our teeth when we landed, cause he tastes good and fresh and his skin is warm and scented. It’s familiarity in an unfamiliar place. “Mnnnn..” I nuzzle his cheek and neck. “Smell good…” Our knees bump together.
“You up for a little more?” Zach purrs as he caresses my arm

I can’t remember what I said. At some point, Zach must have taken my glasses off because I woke up at 4 am local time without them on. He’d also tucked me in. Sweet lad. I kiss his cheek, then get up to shower and shave. I have a plan to have a walk around the city in pre-dawn hours, and maybe pick up some breakfast to take back to the hotel. That’s because I intend to spend the morning making last night up to him. To convey this to Zach, I position the lube and condoms on the night stand before heading to shower.

In the shower, my cock finally gets the memo. “Oh now you’re awake. Sorry bud, you gotta wait now. Let’s get you nice and clean at least.”

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by ccallenreese

storagegimp:

Tied up and gagged again ☺️❤️

Marcus came to check on Joe. “How are you doing?”
“Better,” Joe said. “But I every time I think of Todd I just want to punch him in the face.”
“Well. That’s a normal thing with Todd. The trick is to be able to have those thoughts without punching him in the face.”
“He needs a good punch in the face.”
Marcus folded his arms. “Well. Yes. But it never ends at that. You can seriously hurt or even kill someone if you punch them wrong. And it doesn’t take him down, it’ll just get worse. You know this. How many times have you been arrested or detained for fighting?”
Joe didn’t answer.
“Uh huh. You know. Learning to be at peace with your aggression is your salvation. Either that, or we have to start making some medical decisions about curbing your testosterone.”
Joe exhaled. “I know that. I hate it. I feel like the Hulk sometimes.”
“I’ll get better,” Marcus said.
“I’m glad you pulled me off him and put me in time out, Marcus. I was hoping you would. I’m scared I’m going to get dependent on that.”
Marcus made a noise in his throat. “That would be a problem. Maybe you need a shock collar.”
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t know,” Marcus said. “But I had another suggestion.”
“What?” Joe asks.
“I think enrolling you in some sort of martial art – an aggressive one like Brazilian Ju Jitsu or something – may help?”
Joe rolled on his side to look at Marcus. “How would sending me to fighting classes make me STOP fighting?”
“Cause it’d give you an outlet for your energy and aggression, but you’d learn how to control it and your strength. Learn some discipline. You work in an office. You don’t work out enough. You need an outlet. Something involving grappling.”
Joe thought. “That sounds kind of fun….”
“Better than a shock collar?”
“Yeah. Or being castrated,” Joe snorts.
“You know I’d never cut your balls off,” Marcus retorted. “I like to play with them too much.”
Joe laughs. “Yeah you do. You could get me neuticles or something though.”
“Oh dear god,” Marcus snorted. “Yeah no. Alright, I’ll look into it for you, boy.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. You have another twenty minutes with your thoughts and I’ll come untie you for a break ok?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Think you’ll be calm enough by then? Todd’s long gone.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good boy. Holler if you need anything.”
“Could I get some water please?”
“Absolutely.” Marcus gave Joe’s foot a squeeze. “Be right back.”

Joe wiggled around for a moment and got comfortable again. Marcus was so patient with him. He felt more and more embarrassed about his out-of-control aggression every time he had to come tell Marcus what he’d done, head bowed, tail between his legs, bruises on his knuckles. But Marcus never punished him. Just disciplined him, or tied him and showed him stillness.
And for once in his life, Joe felt like he could be saved. He loved Marcus a lot. He never wanted to be a good boy for anyone before. But for Marcus, it mattered. He didn’t want to let him down. Did Marcus really think ju-jitsu would be a good outlet for him? Joe was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t hear Marcus come back with water and startled when he appeared in his peripheral vision.

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by ccallenreese

“So I dunno, I guess I could we should go, but it’ll eat up the time I have left here, and plus the drive itself is so long it’s almost not worth it for the time we’re actually there, and -oops-” Danny bends over to pick up my mail he’s dropped. “Especially with the cost of gas and everything, I–”

“Oh my god.”

Danny straightens up. “Oh my god what?”

“I just….I just… I uh. I just realized that I love you.”

Danny turns a little pink. “What?”

“When you bent over to get the mail, the sun was making the back of your ass and thighs glow and I thought you were so goddamn beautiful and confident and I realized how content I am spending time with you…and yeah, fuck.” I run my fingers through my hair. “I’m in love with you.”

Danny is now thorough red in the face and ears. “Why did you have to tell me this before my six week training session in Virginia?”

“I – I don’t know. It just popped in my head! But like, I dunno – like, maybe it’s because I want to make sure you come back.”

Danny sets the mail down and walks over to me. He cups my face in his hands. “I will be back.”

“Really?” I smile.

“Really. I was uh…hoping you’d ask me to come back, honestly,” Danny admits.

“Really?” I ask.

“Really,” Danny says. “But I’m not going to tell you I love you now.”

“Wait, why?” I ask.

“Cause I want to say it when I come back. Cause then I’ll definitely know.”

“You’re…not sure now?”

Danny caresses my cheek. “Honey, I think I’m still high from all the sex you’ve been doing to me. Need to let that fuck fog clear a little and think straight.”

That makes me laugh. “I’m not sure if I should be flattered or annoyed that my cock has cock blocked me.”

“Flattered,” Danny says. “Been some good times in this apartment. But I want to like, know, know. I want to know how it feels to be apart.”

I snake my hands around and cup his ass in both hands. “I’ll wait impatiently for six weeks to see you again and await your answer.”

Danny exhales. “I’m going to have to impatiently wait for you to handle my ass like this again. Christ, I’m gonna be so horny when I get back….”

“Maybe you should decide if you love me before your fuck fog turns into a frustration fog.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “or maybe I just make a mould of your cock and use it as a dildo instead.”

“Honey if you wanted to do that, I’d pay for it! Shit’s hot!”

That makes Danny howl.

I smile. I don’t need him to tell me he loves me. I know he does. Just by the look in his eyes and the way he’s twisting my shirt in his fingers.

Six weeks later, I got the answer I hoped for, and began running the clock on when to propose.

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by ccallenreese

vscotrip:

When you come home to quiet, your first thought is alarm. You expect chaos. Expected it. Embraced it. Adjusted to it. The new norm. You had gone on an errand to get groceries and diapers and like, a nice latte to go, because you had to get out of the house. You felt a bit guilty cause you know your husband felt the same way. But man you were about to go insane. There was fresh snow outside, so it was too cold to open a window. You needed the fresh air.

Thankfully the fridge was basically empty. You two had been surviving off the congratulatory casseroles from the adoption party. Spencer was smart. He suggested freezing a lot it so you could eat it when we needed it, prevent spoilage. Just one of the thousand reasons why you married him, and started a family with him.

Caroline wasn’t a newborn really, but she was still a baby. You were both pretty stunned you got a baby. The black gay couple new to parenting doesn’t get offered emergency placement babies first. Not in this town, no Sir. But you and Spencer got lucky. She had rare corneal issues and couldn’t see very well.
Future surgery was certain.

Years of medical bills and therapy lay ahead. So she got passed over. Spencer likes to say she was waiting for us. When we walked in the room at Child Services, she held her hands out immediately at the sound of his voice.

Of course her first two weeks home were rough for her. New people. New sounds. New place. New noises. She didn’t sleep regularly. So neither you nor Spencer slept regularly. She was always crying. You still loved her to pieces.

You set the (reusable) grocery bags on the mudroom floor and tilted your head. Not a sound. You kicked off your snowy boots, hung up your coat, and pushed your feet into your slippers. Not a sound at all.

“Spencer?” Silence. You walk into the living room and stop. You see legs – adult legs – sticking out of the playpen at a weird angle. You stare. You walk over. You burst out laughing and slam your hand over your mouth to not disturb them.

Spencer got Caroline to sleep. She liked being in the play pen, but could never fall asleep in there , but it seemed Spencer found a way to keep her satisfied and get her a nice nap. Good lord, is that precious. Of course you took a few photos. Good lord, what a good Daddy he is. His hands cradled her body. She’s out like a light. You watch them for a good ten minutes before you remember the milk and eggs are still sitting out.

You put away the groceries as quietly as you can. You tidy up. Get a load of laundry together. Reset. This is a marathon. Not a sprint. You’re a team. When Spencer gets up, you’ll take a nap. He’ll make dinner. The counters are clean and it’s ready to go.

You can do this, you tell yourself. You put your hands on your hips. Ok, but you are seriously cracking a window because god it is stuffy in here.

The window makes a creak.
“Daniel?” comes a dry voice.
“Yes Spencer?”
“Oh you’re back. Just wanna make sure no one’s breaking into the house.”
“Nah just getting some fresh air in here.”
“Good idea. Stuffy. I need ten more minutes ok?”
“Ok babe,” you say. “Love you both.”
“Love you too.”

You sit on the sofa and read that National Geographic you’ve been meaning to read, but doze off halfway through. Sometime later, you wake up to plantains frying on the stove. Spencer singing to Caroline in the kitchen. You drift in and out, listening to him sing along to the portable speaker, until he calls you for dinner.

Dinner was great, but the intimacy you and Spencer shared that night was even better. Amazing what happens when you have some energy.

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by ccallenreese

shalb258:

I sit on the sofa. “Hey babe.”
Marcelo tilts his head up and smiles at me. “Hey. How was your walk?”
“Productive. I’ve made a big decision.”
Marcelo furrows his brow. He reaches for the remote and turns off the television. “Is it about us?” he asks gently.
I shake my head. “No, it’s about me.” How could it be him? He’s so beautiful and lovely and kind. If he would just put his dishes in the dishwasher, he’d be damn near perfect.
“Are you alright?” Marcelo reaches out and I grasp his hand.

I take a big breath. “I think I have an issue with cocaine. I think I need to stop. And I don’t think I can.”
Marcelo stares at me a moment and slowly sits up. “But…you haven’t done it since Saturday, right? At Pembroke’s?”

I brush a tear away from my cheek. “No. When you go to work, I’ve been…like every day…” I sniffle.
Marcelo exhales softly. “Oh fuck.” He looks hurt, and I can’t look at him. “Come here,” he murmurs. I put my arms around myself and shrink, but Marcelo pulls me close. I melt at the sensation of his hard muscular body wrapped around me. I cry softly into his shoulder. “I haven’t had it today and it’s all I want.”
Marcelo nuzzles me. “Thank you for telling me. I didn’t realize you had been hiding it, and that’s…kind of a shock. But thank you so much for telling me. You’re very important to me, and I still love you a lot-”
I make an embarrassing loud sob.
“and we can work on this together ok?”
I nod.
“Get you some treatment ok?”
I nod. “It’s not fun anymore. I hate how I’m thinking about it more than you. I love you, and I don’t want to lose this thing we have together because of some stupid drug. Oh god am I drug addict?”

Marcelo gives me a squeeze. “No. You’re just a bit dependent right now. We’ll nip it in the bud. It’ll be better.”
I find some courage to look up at his beautiful mahogany eyes. “You think so?”
“Yes. Where’s my phone…we need to get some resources going.”
He leans forward and picks up his phone.
I caress his arm. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you more.” He kisses me. “Don’t forget that ok? Just…please?”
My bottom lip trembles. “Never.”

He smiles and exhales. “Good. Now let’s get started on this.”
I feel tired suddenly. Just totally drained. Shaky. Nauseous. More than I did this morning. Even now, I just want some of that powder upstairs in the drawer…
Marcelo looks at me and for a moment I think he’s reading my mind.
“Do you still have cocaine in the house?”
My eyes widen. I don’t answer him for a moment. It would be so easy to say no. Just…to have it as a back up… My eyes roam from up Marcelo’s sculpted limbs and washboard abs and that prominent bulge in his underwear. No, that was much more important. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Show me,” he says. Marcelo takes my hand and leads me upstairs. Once he has my stash, we sit on the bed together and make a plan. 

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“Honey, I’m home!” Joe called out.
Quint emerged from the rear of the cabin to greet him. “Welcome back~” He touched Joseph’s elbow and kissed his scruffy cheek. “And this is your friend you told me about who wanted to see the house?”
“Quint, this is my co-worker Al.”
Al held out a thick hand. Quint offered his slimmer one. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. I have always wanted to know who keeps Joe together.”
Quint giggled “It’s a full time job.”
“Hey.”
“I still love you honey. I set out some snacks and some beers for you two on the coffee table, I’ll be in the laundry room if you need me.”
“Thanks, love.”
Al watched Quint float out of the room on long legs clad in slim denim. A red sweater hugged his torso, a bit of skin showed.
They sat down and cracked the beers. Al leaned back on the sofa and admired the decor. “You know, Joe, when I found out you weren’t into women, it was a massive shock… but I think I see why now. If I met a woman who kept a home like this and wore jeans like that, I’d marry them too.”

That got a roar of a laugh out of Joe. “I’ll take that as a compliment! Yeah, Quint’s one of a kind. I mean, those legs and that ass, yes, but we balance each-other really well. I build the house, Quint made a home. I work myself stupid, Quint makes sure I eat healthy and have clean laundry and yells at me to take it easy.”
“You don’t take it easy though.”
“What you see IS me taking it easy.”
Al chuckles. “Does he work?”
“He does, actually, he works part time at the art museum in the administration office.”
“Well that works out.”
“It does. I like having him around.”
“Having him around.” Al snorted. “I can just tell by the look on your face when you talk about him that you’re completely smitten with him.”
Joe shrugged with a cockeyed grin. “I couldn’t marry him fast enough.”
“Aww… you think I’ll find a girl like that one day?”
Joe looked at Al. “If you shave your mustache, yes.”
“Never! This is classic, girls love it…”

The conversation drifted from dating to the cabin’s construction and logging, so Quint drifted back into the laundry area and stopped eavesdropping from the kitchen. The blush on his cheeks had spread to his chest and the sweater was holding in all the warmth. Joe was always reserved in being direct about his affection, preferring to showing it rather than telling it. Quint had learned to read his signals and facial expressions.
He couldn’t believe his Joe spoke about him like that to his co-workers!

Quint hugged his arms around himself. He wanted to keep Joe’s compliments inside his heart forever. And he would definitely be wearing these jeans more often if they could even make a straight man notice!

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