Dogtags and Cowboy Boots: A Collection by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

"You're not." Rig winked.

He shook his head, chuckling. "Then I won't. That doesn't mean I'm going to the museum next time you two have an urge."

"Okay, that's fair." Rig nodded, easy-going cowboy.

He dipped a potato skin in sour cream and pushed it into his mouth before taking his shot, sinking half his balls before he missed and it was Rig's turn again. Now that things had eased, he was better able to appreciate the way Rig bent over the pool table.

And so now he was horny. Which sure beat bored to death and pissed off with his lovers, but they weren't exactly going to be able to drop their trousers and fuck over the pool table here like they could in the basement at home.

Rig managed to give him a great view, over and over, that little cowboy ass a huge temptation. So big a fucking temptation that he actually lost the first game to Rig.

Well. He knew that worked on the kid -- show enough skin and his game went to shit, but he usually managed to keep it together enough to play a decent game. Of course, that gave him a whole round to watch Rig tease and play with Dick, which was one fucking sweet consolation prize.

The kid wasn't even paying attention to his game and Rig was the victor yet again.

They had time for one more game, which he lost to Rig yet again, teasing his lover about cheating, and then their steaks were served up and they settled in a booth in the corner.

Rig sat close, hip nudging his, stealing bites of his potato, letting him steal bites of steak. It wasn't exactly exciting holiday stuff, but it was relaxing and good and that's what counted.

He poured himself some more beer, settling back against the booth with a sigh when he was done.

One happy, stuffed marine.

Dick grinned across at him. "You got room for dessert there?"

"There's always room for dessert, kid."

"I thought it was Jell-O..." Rig chuckled. "Wannashare one, Dick?"

"Jell-O's for wrestling in." He winked, watched as the kid tried not to choke on his last mouthful.

"Oh, Lord... Can you imagine? Jell-O in your unmentionables?" Rig was laughing, the kid snorting hard.

"I'll bet it beats mud wrestling, because let me tell you mud and unmentionables? Fucking brutal."

"Well, we've all dealt with mud and your unmentionables, ground-pounder."

It was his turn to choke and he nearly shot beer out his nose. Lucky for Rig, who was in the line of fire, he didn't.

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