#if he just got a job and got income we'd be set. in my mind we were that serious and we were there

[badcountryofficial]

Like ok what if I show up authentically and surprise people tell me im annoying and boo me and shut me out and make me feel like shit

[prettypinkporkchop]

"Uhm, I'm not sure about hiring anyone without any experience yet." Jacob flips through your papers.

You just moved to Forks and need a job asap! You got a car and a tiny house but need income over here since you quit your old job back at home.

"I won't disappoint you." You plea. You couldn't find any good work in Forks, so you ended up in La Push. Someone directed you here. A mechanic shop owned by Jacob Black.

He looks at you, raising an eyebrow.

The room is stuffy. It's a small office inside the shop. You're sweating simply sitting there. There are tires hanging on the wall behind him. He has papers everywhere and a computer set up.

"I'll make a deal." He leans forward.

"Anything!" You reply. "I'm going to hire you for a hand that we don't need. You can give us the tools we ask for. Keep them organized and put up. You will ask customers what is wrong with their cars, write it down, relay the message to me, Embry, and Quil. Got that?"

You nod your head rapidly. Hell yeah! Easy!

"I'll only do that IF you help my dad at home. He's in a wheelchair and getting older. There's only a few days that our friend, Emily, can help. We'd like an extra hand. He's very kind. All you need to do is house chores." He leans back and opens his arms. "Deal?" He asks.

You're quite nervous about this. It seems too good to be true. At this point, anything. Anything to stay here.

"Yes! Yes! Uhm, when do I start?" You ask, smiling.

"I'll get my boys to train you tomorrow. Today, I want you to go to this address." He writes it down on a piece of paper. "If you need anything, you can call me, or..." He writes another number underneath. "My wife, Renesmee. Sometimes. I'm too busy to answer." You nod your head as he slides it to you.

"Thanks, Mr. Black!" You stand up.

He starts laughing and stands up with you. "Please, we are basically the same age. It's just Jacob. This will be the least professional setting ever." He opens the office door leading out to the shop.

"That's good to know." You giggle.

"Your pay will be sixteen an hour. Plus, whatever my dad pays you. See you tomorrow at eight?" He asks.

"Yes! I'll be here." You smile.

He gives you a thumbs up, and you make your way out. There are two cars in there and two guys working on them. One of them with curly brown hair stands up and looks at you.

"Who are you?" He smiles.

"Uh, y/n. I start tomorrow." You smile back.

"What?! Embry! Check it! We got a new coworker." He says across to the other car.

Embry stands up and looks at you. The pupils in his eyes seem to zoom in inside your mind. You see them dilate. You feel like you love him, but you've never met him. Maybe he's just hot to you? You mean, he is. You're not sure. He's just paused and then looks back at the other guy. They look at each other for a second, and then they both turn back to you.

"I'm Quil." He walks up to you and shakes your hand.

"Hey. Nice to meet you!"

Embry walks up to you as well. He's so damn tall. His eyes are boring into yours as of that's all he wants to do.. or can do. He seems stuck and in awe. You realize he likes you. You like him too.

"Embry. Embry Call." He shakes your hand.

"Hey. I guess I'll be working with you guys tomorrow." You smile up at him.

"You know about cars?" Quil asks.

"Nope! I'm a tool girl." You laugh and blush because it seems embarrassing.

"Huh. Well, okay. I'm glad you're here!" Quil replied. He walks back to the car he's working on.

"Where are you from?" Embry asks.

"I'm from (your home). I moved here a few days ago. I really have to go. Jacob sent me on a side quest." You start to walk away.

"What does he need?" Embry asks.

"I'm helping his dad." You call out and make it out to your car.

"Turn left." Your GPS says.

"Gotcha." You talk to her like a weirdo.

You pull up to this small house. It's quiet here. You step out and knock on the door. Within a minute, it opens. You see a smiling older man in a wheelchair.

"Jake just called and told me about you! Come on in." He moves to the side.

You step inside and look around. There are lots of native pieces on the walls. Even some blankets. It's absolutely stunning. "I'm Billy Black. I hope I can trust you." He chuckles and holds out his hand.

You shake it and smile at him. "I'm y/n. I promise you can trust me." You reply.

"Let me show you around."

After the small house tour, you guys are sitting in the living room, getting to know each other.

"Wow! You moved here of all places?" He laughs.

"I know, I know. I love the weather. Working her on the rez, it's so homey."

He nods his head and looks around on his walls. "Yeah, we are loving people. Did you get to meet Embry and Quil?" He asks.

You nod your head.

He scoffs with a smirk. "Them boys may be grown, but they still act like they're kids. Rowdy ones." The way he's speaking of them makes you feel more comfortable. "Alright, so, Emily, who is Sam Uley's wife. You'll meet them soon. She comes here every Wednesday and Sunday to do my laundry and dishes. I'm just getting too old. Renesmee helps, too, but she's one busy woman!" He laughs.

"Oh, I understand. I'm available any day you need me." He nods his head and looks back at you.

"I like you already. I hope you come often and I learn more about your life! You'll be great friends with our people, I already know it." He smiles approvingly.

You give him your number and head home. You start putting up your decorations to finish off your place. By 10 pm, you're in bed.

"Too hard?" Quil asks you.

He went over how he wanted the tool station organized.

You see the mess surrounding you but can't let it overwhelm you. "Yes." You reply.

"Tomorrow, we will go over the tools." He pats your back. He walks away, leaving you to it.

While organizing, someone sits on the ground next to you, setting a water bottle down in front of you. You see Embry smiling at you.

"Hey, Embry." You grab the water and start drinking it.

"Damn, it already looks better in here. You even put the lug nuts with their own sizes. Thank you, y/n!" He looks around.

"Imagine having to use Google for some of this stuff." You side eye him with an awkward smile.

He bursts into laughter. "Couldn't be you, huh?"

You sigh deeply and then lean back on a shelf. "It's hot." You groan.

"Come sit in the break room for a moment. If you ever need to, don't hesitate." He stands up, helping you up and bringing you into the empty room.

There's a fridge and a table. There's a big fan blowing, and the room is cool. "Yes!" You sigh and sit at the table. Embry sits down across from you.

You guys end up losing track of time and talking. No cars came through after the ones him and Quil worked on, so it was just the waiting game. You found out a lot about Embry's life, and you opened up as well. You two vibe very well.

Your phone starts buzzing. It's your alarm to go to Billy's.

"Well, thank you for talking to me. I have to go to Billy's." You smile and stand up. He follows behind you.

"Embry, are you single?" You ask.

He's digging in his pocket for some gloves. "I am." He responds.

"Would you want to hang out sometime?"

He looks at you (JUST LIKE GIF). "Yo, for real?" He asks, shocked. His face is so adorable, and you're confused as to why he is shocked.

"You do get hit on a lot, don't you?" You ask.

He smiles, looking down and shaking his head. "You're the first." He admits.

You feel so proud of yourself for asking him. That girl boss shit.

At Billy's, he's sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a beer, while you do the dishes.

"Billy, those aren't healthy for you." You face him.

"Eh, nothing truly is. I'm old. You might as well live it up until then." He laughs.

"Come on! You're not that old. I give you another twenty years." You wink at him.

"Oh, stop." He laughs and then chugs the rest of it down.

You finish up your job and sit next to him. "What do you want for dinner?" You ask him.

"I'll call in something." He pulls out his phone.

"No, sir. Let me cook it." You smile.

Billy is so kind and makes you feel safe. He's like a father figure to you. Spending the day with him yesterday, getting to know each other, and then all of this evening has been fantastic. You have told him all about your home life and what it was like. He's got a big heart. Cooking for Billy is the least you can do for his kindness.

"Oh, can you cook?" He looks at you.

"It's easy to read directions." You chuckle.

He laughs and then nods his head. "Go for it."

You ended up making something you both like. You two are sitting at the table and talking.

"Oh, so Embry and I, I think we're going on a date soon." You say to him.

He looks up at you, and his smile is wide. "Embry took a liking to ya?" He looks over your face.

"Yes. I really like him too." You reply.

"He's a good man. Known him and all of Jacob's friends all of their lives. There's a lot with our community. Our family and tribe run deep. We're like a very old tree with roots down to the earth. We are grounded together." He explains.

Before you can say anything, a young man walks in. Billy turns quickly and then laughs. "Seth Clearwater. You scared the hell out of me. What you got, bud?" He asks.

Seth looks at you with a confused face.

"I'm y/n. I work for Jacob and helping out Billy." You stand up to shake his hand.

He smiles and gladly takes your hand, "Awesome! Happy to have you here!" He turns to Billy.

"Sam wanted me to come grab those tanks of gas from you, Mr. Black." Seth explains.

You can't help but notice his shirt is off. He has a tribal tattoo on his shoulder. It's a beautiful design!

"Yes, they're in Jacob's old bedroom." He nods his head.

Seth walks away, and you look at Billy.

"Who is he to you?" You ask. "Family." He simply states.

You leave it at that, still curious if he's like a nephew or what. Seth comes back with two heavy tanks of gas. Like, they're huge. He's holding them effortlessly.

"Nice to meet you y/n! Embry has said something about you. I'm happy I got to see you." He says before going out the door.

You turn to Billy, who is chuckling. "Lucky girl." He mumbles.

The next day, after work and learning the tools, you are at home, taking a relaxing bath. Your phone is ringing ringing ringing. "UGH!" You lean over, wiping your hands on the clean towel and grabbing your phone. A random number. You answer it. "Hello?"

"Y/n, it's Embry! Sorry, I got your number from Jacob." He awkwardly laughs. Awe, how precious.

"No, it's okay, sweetie!" You laugh. You can sense that he's blushing hard on the other end of the line.

"When do you want to hang out? A date, actually. I'm taking you on a date." He says.

"Hmm. How about we go somewhere to eat! I trust you'd pick the best food." You laugh.

"You got it, beautiful. Tonight?" He asks.

"Perfect."

You're not sure whether you need to dress nice or casual. It's stressing you out! Okay, okay, how about this. You are dressed nice but not tooooooo nice. After getting ready, there's a knock on your door. You open it, and Embry instantly smiles at you, looking you over. You are full of butterflies.

"Y/n, you're perfect." He sighs. His eyes are like doe eyes as he stares with infatuation.

"Thank you, Embry." You blush.

At the restaurant, there's a live band. It's very nice inside and most people are dressed fancy. You feel confident in your outfit choice.

"For two?" The lady asks.

"Yes, ma'am." Embry replies.

You two follow her to a booth.

"Drinks?"

You ended up learning a lot about Embry's life as well as his friends and the people that surround him. There's some flirting but it's more of serious conversations.

Suddenly, the music calms down, and you see couples slow dancing. Embry looks at you and then smiles.

"Oh, no no. I'm not a dancer." You laugh awkwardly.

"Come on, y/n. Just one dance?" He smiles.

His smile is so damn cute. You can't turn him down. "Okay, fine!"

He stands up, grabbing your hand and leading you to the small crowd of dancing people. He pulls your body into his by your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck and look up at him.

"I'm not a dancer either. But I'd be damned if I didn't take this chance to dance with a beautiful woman." He twirls you around.

----

"Embry! Oil change!" You call out, scribbling on your paper.

Embry is quick to step next to you. He looks at the customer, shaking his head. "Sup?" He says and then leans into you, looking at the clipboard.

You sit at your station, watching Embrys arm flex with every movement he makes. Jeez...

He glances up and sees you staring. He smiles at you.

You quickly look away and blush.

Quil walks up to you and nudges you. "You know he likes you a lot, right?"

"It's painfully obvious. I'm making it obvious as well." You look at the curly haired boy.

After a few hours, it's lunch break. Embry walks over to you and breathes in. "Do you want to go out to eat together?" He asks.

"Absolutely." You reply.

You two end up at a booth in a diner.

"Why are you staring at me all of the time?" He asks, smirking.

You roll your eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Call."

"You're coming to a bonfire with me Saturday. It's about our tribes history. You'll have fun." He says, taking a bite of his burger.

"Do I get a say?" You giggle.

"Yes.... but you have to come." He laughs.

You shake your head and smile.

----

"Billy, no. I'm not taking your money." You shove his two hundred dollars back into his hand.

"Please, do. You've been so good to me, and Jacob talks highly of you at work."

You sigh and rest your hand on your hip. "I'm here because I want to be. Not because I have to." You say.

"You'll get it one way or another." He smiles.

"Mhm, right, old man. Anyways, what's this whole bonfire thing Embry invited me to?" You ask, leaning on the counter behind you.

"Well, it's very important to us. We have the elders there and talk about our tribe." He looks over your face.

You feel bad! You have no idea why they're so accepting of you. You're a random who just moved here. Now, you're coming to something so special to their people? "I can't do that! I'll have to call Embry." You shake your head.

"You don't want to?" Billy raises an eyebrow.

"It's not that! I just feel like.. I can't be there. I'll be crashing the party." You giggle.

"You're a part of us now." He says and turns the wheels on his wheelchair, leaving the kitchen.

"Billy! What does that mean?" You call out and follow him.

"Ask Embry." He laughs.

You go home at 7:00 p.m. and message Embry like you have done the past few days.

You: Hey. Can I come over? I have questions.

Embry: yuh! You're welcome here anytime.

You drive to Embry's. You knock on the door.

"It's open!"

You open the door and see him sitting on the couch. His tribal tattoo is the first thing that catches your eye.

"You too? Seth has one." You point to his shoulder.

"We all do!" He smiles.

You sit next to him.

"Is everything okay?" He shifts his body towards you and runs a finger over your cheek.

It sends chills all over your arms. God, his lips. You think he notices because he starts blushing and smiling.

"Uh, well, uh, Billy said I'm a part of your family, now. I'm not sure what he meant." You say.

Embry bites his lip. "He sees you as family." He smiles.

-----

You walk inside the shop and see Quil and Embry wrestling. Jacob is watching with amusement.

You watch with a raised eyebrow. "Alright kids." You laugh.

They stop and look at you. Embry walks over to you and puts his hands in his pockets. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Embry." You reply.

The first car pulls in. A girl steps out, and you walk over to her with a clipboard.

"Hi ma'am! What's going on?" You smile.

She smiles back and sighs. "Well, my engine light is on. According to my boyfriend, I have an oil leak."

The guys get to working on the car, and you go inside the break room to breathe in cool air for a bit. You start to think about the bonfire. Why are you going?

"Think any harder your brain will fall out of your ear."

You see Embry walk in and sit next to you. "Sorry, I'm just confused." You giggle.

He looks over your face. "About what?"

"Why I'm invited to a bonfire that's important for your tribe."

"Trust me." Is all he replies with.

All of you start closing and cleaning up the shop. Embry sits beside you as you count all of the tools to be sure they're there.

You look at him and raise an eyebrow. "Need something?" You giggle.

"Nope." He smiles.

-----

You grab onto Embry's arm as you guys get closer to the group of people sitting around a fire.

"Don't worry." Embry kisses your cheek.

This makes you burn up and all giddy inside. Every problem just went away.

You guys get comfy on the logs. You see Seth, Billy, Jacob and his wife, Quil, and a lot of other people you don't know.

As Billy speaks, his stories play out in your head like a movie. The history is very important so you have to pay attention. And you do. You've soaked in every word.

After that, you and Embry sit on the back of his truck. He's sitting right next to you. You both swing your legs and talk, watching everyone.

"What'd you think?" He asks you.

"It was actually amazing! I mean, hell. It's really cool." You look at him.

His face looks serious. His hand reaches up and touches your cheek. He starts to lean in. You can feel his breath on you.

"So, you having a good time?" You two pull away from each other, and you see Billy smiling up at you.

"Thanks, Mr. Black." Embry says sarcastically.

"Just doing my job." He shrugs.

You laugh and step down onto the ground. "I am having a good time."

"What did you think of the legends?" He asks.

"Oh, it was amazing!" You reply.

"Has Embry told you?" He smirks at Embry.

"Billy." You hear Embry say sternly.

Billy raises his eyebrows. "Oops." He wheels away from the situation.

You turn to Embry. "Tell me what?"

----

You are back on the job. Jacob and Quil are working on an old truck. You put your bag down on the small table next to the door of Jacob's office.

"Hey, where's Embry?" You ask.

Jacob and Quil look up at you with an awkward face. "I'm not sure how to say it." Quil says.

You raise an eyebrow at them.

Jacob slaps Quil on the back of the head. "Don't make it sound like bro died." He sighs and then turns back to you. "He's not doing okay. He told us what happened."

You started to feel a lot of guilt. "I didn't mean to hurt him." You say.

"You're denying the bond. That actually hurts us." Quil says.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"When a wolf imprints and the imprintee turns down the bond, we have physical and mental pain." Quil clarifies.

"Look, it's up to you, but I do see the way you two look at each other. If you're sure about not wanting him, it's going to take a good bit for him to get back to Embry. Don't worry." Jacob adds.

You sigh and go to the small table. You pull put your phone and message Embry.

You: I never meant to hurt you. I just need time to collect myself. It's a lot stacked on me at once. I like you a lot. You're funny, kind, handsome. I'm not turning you down.

You put your phone back in your purse. Doing so, you feel papers. You pull them out and see its the money you tried to refuse to take from Billy. You shake your head, and then go to your station. You bend down and start cleaning the tools up. You organize them how you've had them, and when Quil or Jake call for a tool, you bring it to them.

After work is finished, you dust off your knees and start turning off lights, unplugging things, and then head to the office where Jake and Quil are.

"Y/n, here's your check." Jacob holds out an envelope.

You grab it and smile at him. "Thank you." You say. "Peace out. Goodnight." You say.

"Night!" They call out as you walk out of the shop.

Once you get home, you see Embry standing outside, leaning on your door. You quickly get out of the car and walk up to him. He's shirtless and has on shorts.

"What're you doing here?" You ask.

He seems out of it. It breaks your heart to see him like this. But damn his face and body.

"I just needed to see you for just a second." He look over your face.

You fall in love all over again when his eyes touch yours. You shudder and step closer.

"Did you get my text?" You cup his cheek.

His eyes light up, and he touches your hand that's on his cheek. This sends electricity through your body. You can tell he feels it too.

"I did." He replies.

"Come inside." You say, opening the door.

Embry follows you inside. You throw your bag on the couch and huff. You turn to Embry, who is watching you. "I want to be yours." You admit.

Your words snap something inside Embry. He softly grabs your face and kisses you. You're in shock by how good his lips feel. You fall into it and let your lips part for him. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your body against his. Because of that, he flips you guys around, pushing you against the door. His hand hits the door next to your head while the other hand grabs your waist. You feel the cold door on your back, seeping through your shirt.

You pull away, and he looks down at you. "I'm sorry if that was too much." He says awkwardly.

You shake your head. "It wasn't enough." You grab his hand and guide him to your bedroom. You shove him on the bed, and you two get to work.

----

In the morning, he's gone. You have to get to work.

You check your phone.

Embry: sorry baby. Patrol.

You get to Billy's house and set the money on the table. He looks at you sternly and sips from his coffee cup.

"Billy Black. Don't mess with me." You laugh.

He points to his neck and then at you.

"What?" You reach up and touch your neck. You reach for your phone, turning on the camera and seeing purple spots. "That's embarrassing." You sigh.

"It sure is." He laughs.

"Quiet, old man." You hiss.

"Hey, now!"

[justagayguysworld-blog]

It was a job and it paid well, very well. The work was easy enough, but the real money was in the tips. That's why I jumped at the chance to sign up for a second summer of sun and fun off the California coast. Far as I know, there were no gay cruises at the time, so I guess that made Tim's little operation ahead of its time with his mostly male clientele. The Wet Dream was a nice boat with three staterooms, a big salon, full kitchen, two baths and a big ass Jacuzzi. I certainly could have lived comfortably on it, which is pretty much what Drake and I did that first summer.

Our longest "excursions" were 24 hours up and down the coast, and many were just day or night trips. Basically, I was a waiter in a swim suit whose only job was to keep Tim's "A" list guests happy. Did a lot of them hit on me? Of course; I wouldn't have been doing my job if they hadn't. If we had a full passenger list of thirty, I could easily make five-hundred bucks in a day. And I'd never spent a single night in one of those staterooms with anyone. That's why when Tim called me to say Drake wasn't coming back, I thought he had to be the dumbest fucker on the planet. Drake was good looking enough, but obviously not real bright.

"Hey, Tim. I hope I'm not overstepping my bounds here, but I wish you'd give me a couple of days to see if I can find his replacement. Obviously I know the ropes, you're hardly ever there, and it would be great to work with somebody I know and trust who won't get all pissy like Drake."

"You were reading my mind, Robbie. Look around and get back with me in couple of days. I don't want to do a repeat of Drake either."

After I hung up, I had an epiphany of sorts. I couldn't remember a time when Brett had ever owed me less than a hundred bucks. His car was a beater and always needing something. He worked at that stupid beach bar when he wasn't playing volleyball and obviously wasn't making jack shit. Plus he had a killer bod and wasn't a complete asshole.

I called. "Hey, dude, what's up? I need to talk to you. Come meet me for a beer."

"Can't, Robbie. Waiting on the old man to get off work and take me to get an alternator."

"Call him back and tell him to blow it off. I'll take you. And fuck that fucking piece of shit car square up the fucking tailpipe. I'll see you in half an hour."

After a run to the parts store, we went for a beer or six. I told him about the job and the pay, the hours, etc; "The only down side for you in this deal, Brett, is you won't be getting much beach time this summer. It's a full-time gig, but on the bright side, if you work that fine ass of yours off, you'll be driving a new car this fall. So do yourself a favor for once, call Jackie and give her two weeks' notice. Good as she's been to you, she at least deserves that.

We start June 1st, and now that you owe me two fifty, I'm taking it out of your first check, asshole."

I called Tim back the next day. "You owe me big-time for this one, boss man. I managed to snag you a Laguna volleyball God. He has wait staff experience, the body of death and he isn't Drake. I'll bring him by the office in a couple of days. He's giving two weeks' notice at his job tomorrow, and he can start with me on the first."

I thought Tim was actually going to cry when I came walking in with Brett. And Tim is straight. After they'd talked and Brett did his paperwork, the boss said, "Let's do a trial run on the 29th. I've got some friends coming in town anyway, so we'll take a full crew and go out for the day."

Brett was a natural. Tim's friends loved him almost as much as Tim, and it looked like smooth sailing ahead. Two days later we went live with a guest list of maybe twenty five. One of the last to board was an actor and his "friend." They'd been with us several times, alone and together. But we had a strict policy of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell, and sure as hell, Don't Talk" about anything that happens aboard The Wet Dream.

"Isn't that...?" Brett asked.

"Yes, but like everyone else, he isn't here, and you did not see him."

"Didn't he just come out in that movie...?"

"Yes. Now put your tongue back in your mouth and go ask them what they'd like to drink. No autographs, either."

Then late Thursday night we were driving home. Brett said, "You know the guy who's some kind of a producer, the one with little round glasses and the ponytail? He tried to grab my ass this afternoon. I scooted out of the way and gave him the evil eye. I don't think he was even drunk."

"You're an idiot, Brett. Do you know who that guy is? Lighten up, dude. That little stunt probably cost you a fifty dollar tip. Looking like you look, do you really think Tim hired you for your bartending skills?"

"So, do you let them touch you?"

"Damned straight. Fuck, it's not like it's a big deal. How many times have I grabbed your ass? I know I've seen you grab a fistful of nuts at least a hundred times. If you wanna' make serious bank, you're gonna' have to play ball. And yes, the pun was intended."

He did seem a little more relaxed the next few days. We'd been on a 24 hour excursion until Sunday morning. People got really hammered, but it looked like everyone had a blast even if we were probably going to have to drain and power wash the Jacuzzi. I also made $425 in tips. Not bad for the beginning of summer.

I asked, "How much did you make?"

"$300. I would've made $400 if I'd let some dude blow me. He offered me a hundred bucks. I told him I was too busy. Does that ever happen to you Daddy Warbucks?"

"Sorry, I'm not having this discussion, Brett. You know the rules. What happens on The Wet Dream..."

"Stays on The Wet Dream. I hear you, Captain, loud and clear."

Because we'd been out all night, they needed to clean and restock Sunday. Monday was pretty sedate. It was only four hours and we were back by nine. I asked Brett if he wanted to grab some beer and go to the beach. We'd built a fire and were sitting there relaxing. Out of the blue, he pops off with, "I just don't want to freak out with some guy's dick in my, I mean my dick in his mouth. I need to try this someplace besides work first. If I went ape shit and decked some guy, I know Tim would fire me if you didn't. And I really want that car."

"Seriously dude? I know you must have some gay friends who'd love to suck your dick. I've seen it. They'd probably suck anything and everything you've got. Ask one of them if you'd like to get in a little practice.

Look at it this way. You carry some girl out to a decent dinner and a movie. How much does that set you back? Maybe forty bucks? Does that forty get you a blowjob or a date with your hand when you get home?"

"Sometimes I get lucky."

"Fuck luck. I'll take a guaranteed income anytime. I can't believe with that face and body, you've never even fooled around with another guy."

He started laughing. "Joey Gibbons did hunch my leg once in junior high. I smacked him pretty good."

I had to laugh at the image of that. "Brett, that isn't what I mean. Joey was a little porker who drooled and had asthma. Haven't you ever looked at some of the guys on the volleyball court and thought they were hot?"

"You mean like you?"

"Okay, sure. Like me I guess." Honestly, I really think I was only trying to prove a point. "So what if I put my hand on your leg like this and started rubbing up and down? Do you really feel like you need to smack me?"

"Maybe not if you kissed me first... I'm really serious, Robbie, I want you to kiss me." When he pulled me over on top of him, it didn't seem like he was joking.

"Okay, buddy. You asked for this." It was probably five minutes before either of us came up for air.

My brains were completely scrambled, but honestly I was considering doing it again when he looked at me and said, "More." An hour later, we took one last rinse in the water and headed home. On the way, he put his hand on my leg as we drove in silence. When I pulled up in front of his house, he didn't try to kiss me, but asked, "Next time, can we do this in bed? It's gonna' take me a week to get this sand out the crack of my ass."

I laughed and shook my head. "Next time?"

"Yeah, I think I could use more practice."