Cos' it's FUN!!
I'd be either posting more of my PWTMP (Porn With Too Much Plot) story, but my comp is on the fritz. Total bummin' on my end. So I'm on my husband's comp 'til that's fixed, so I HAD to get my fix. Decided a nice short story would be fun...
Okay- what the fuck was he thinking?
“Case?” Zeke said mid-sip, watching him walk up the driveway.
“Yea?”
“When you left the house,” Zeke started, putting his fingers to his eyes and kneading them, hard. “Did you honestly leave with the intent of looking like a male hooker?”
Casey looked down on himself with a look on confusion. “What??” he said, incredulous. Zeke reopened his eyes and shook his head.
“You’re wearing a wife beater and cut off shorts, both look like you’ve had them since you were eight,” Zeke told him in a dry voice. Casey rolled his eyes.
“You wanted me to come work on your car with you; what do you think I’m going to wear, a tux??” he replied, holding his arms up.
“Well for God’s sake, Case…” Zeke said, his eyes darting down- ohh, don’t do that, don’t fucking do that- he thought, raising his eyes quickly. “I can see your goddamned nipples through that shirt,”
Casey’s brow furrowed with disbelief. “Okay,” he said; in a flash he lifted the shirt over his head and away, standing there. Oh for God’s fucking fucked sake. “Better??”
“NO. I can see your dick through your jeans too. What’re you gonna do, take THOSE off??” Zeke said. For a moment Casey looked like he was considering it. “Get me a fucking glass of water, God damn it,”
“Oh, YES Masser, right away,” Casey said, saluting him and goose-stepping towards the house. Zeke felt like rushing over and shoving him into the searing hot pavement until he saw that cute little behind of his in those… jeans.