idea of him not being around anymore. Besides, I never did like Dr. Jones. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out the man left Bart behind. He just used him for his intelligence. Bart’s really smart, you know.”
“I know. If Dr. Jones left Bart behind, karma paid him back for his actions, don’t you think?” Pest put his hand on Kerry’s shoulder and squeezed.
“I’m not sure I believe in karma or fate.” Kerry shrugged.
“I do and I can tell you, assholes—like Dr. Jones seems to be—are always paid back in kind.” Pest spoke from his centuries of experience, seeing how the bad people did to others would come back and bite them on the ass.
“Let’s go.”
Bart walked past them and went to the door, opening it and gesturing for them to follow him. They left the condo and hailed a cab to take them to the nearest clothing store.
* * * *
Three hours and a lot of Pest’s money later, they returned to Bart’s condo, exhausted but happy. Pest had got the clothes he needed and spent time with Bart in the man’s natural territory. It gave Pest a hint to Bart’s true personality.
Bart never dismissed any suggestion Kerry made about clothes. He didn’t make fun of Kerry’s opinions after making sure Kerry voiced them. He encouraged his friend at every opportunity and Pest could see Kerry’s confidence grow by the minute. The man Pest might be falling in love with seemed to be a good guy, caring and friendly.
Kerry took his leave when they got all the bags inside. Pest thought about hanging the clothes up, but he spotted the flush coloring Bart’s cheeks and decided his friend needed to get some sleep.
“Why do you go and lie down? I’m sure the fever’s spiking again. I’ll brew up some of the herbs for you.” He cradled Bart’s face in his hand.
Bart nuzzled closer in his hand. “Thanks. I guess I’m not as well as I thought.”
“Something tells me this fever will be the one thing you keep from your expedition in the Amazon.” He could tell Bart wanted to say something, but he didn’t let him. “Just go get in bed. I’ll be right in with your tea.”
He watched Bart stumble a little as he made his way to his bedroom. He should have kept an eye on Bart and cut their shopping trip short the minute he’d seen the fever coming back. Thank God he’d done some tests beforehand and had determined Bart was cured, except for the fever.
After gathering the pouches, he went into the kitchen and brewed up the herbal tea. He added honey instead of agave syrup. He poured a cup and took it into the bedroom. Bart was already curled up under the blankets, his eyes closed and his breathing labored.
“Here.” He sat on the edge of the bed and helped Bart sit up enough to drink the hot liquid. “Take it easy. It’s still pretty hot.”
Bart blew on the tea and his pursed lips made Pest’s cock perk up in interest. He shifted slightly at the constriction of his pants, but it wasn’t the right time to do anything about his lust. Bart needed to rest and Pest needed to do some research.
“Are you and Death like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?”
Pest froze at Bart’s question. Uneasiness ran through him and he wondered what Bart had heard while Death was around.
“Why ask this now? Why didn’t you ask while we were in the jungle? Anyway, how could we be when there’s only two of us?” His laughter sounded forced.
“I was too caught up in trying to live. I didn’t really think about your name, or his for that matter. He called you Pestilence, and his name is Death. Those are some pretty gruesome nicknames if you aren’t.” Bart lay back down, but kept his gaze on Pest. “How did you become friends?”
“I wouldn’t call us friends, per se. We work together, so we’re colleagues.” Pest tucked the blankets around Bart’s shoulders before standing.
“What do you do? You used to be a doctor, but what do you do now? Why can’t you touch anyone without a layer of
“I know. If Dr. Jones left Bart behind, karma paid him back for his actions, don’t you think?” Pest put his hand on Kerry’s shoulder and squeezed.
“I’m not sure I believe in karma or fate.” Kerry shrugged.
“I do and I can tell you, assholes—like Dr. Jones seems to be—are always paid back in kind.” Pest spoke from his centuries of experience, seeing how the bad people did to others would come back and bite them on the ass.
“Let’s go.”
Bart walked past them and went to the door, opening it and gesturing for them to follow him. They left the condo and hailed a cab to take them to the nearest clothing store.
* * * *
Three hours and a lot of Pest’s money later, they returned to Bart’s condo, exhausted but happy. Pest had got the clothes he needed and spent time with Bart in the man’s natural territory. It gave Pest a hint to Bart’s true personality.
Bart never dismissed any suggestion Kerry made about clothes. He didn’t make fun of Kerry’s opinions after making sure Kerry voiced them. He encouraged his friend at every opportunity and Pest could see Kerry’s confidence grow by the minute. The man Pest might be falling in love with seemed to be a good guy, caring and friendly.
Kerry took his leave when they got all the bags inside. Pest thought about hanging the clothes up, but he spotted the flush coloring Bart’s cheeks and decided his friend needed to get some sleep.
“Why do you go and lie down? I’m sure the fever’s spiking again. I’ll brew up some of the herbs for you.” He cradled Bart’s face in his hand.
Bart nuzzled closer in his hand. “Thanks. I guess I’m not as well as I thought.”
“Something tells me this fever will be the one thing you keep from your expedition in the Amazon.” He could tell Bart wanted to say something, but he didn’t let him. “Just go get in bed. I’ll be right in with your tea.”
He watched Bart stumble a little as he made his way to his bedroom. He should have kept an eye on Bart and cut their shopping trip short the minute he’d seen the fever coming back. Thank God he’d done some tests beforehand and had determined Bart was cured, except for the fever.
After gathering the pouches, he went into the kitchen and brewed up the herbal tea. He added honey instead of agave syrup. He poured a cup and took it into the bedroom. Bart was already curled up under the blankets, his eyes closed and his breathing labored.
“Here.” He sat on the edge of the bed and helped Bart sit up enough to drink the hot liquid. “Take it easy. It’s still pretty hot.”
Bart blew on the tea and his pursed lips made Pest’s cock perk up in interest. He shifted slightly at the constriction of his pants, but it wasn’t the right time to do anything about his lust. Bart needed to rest and Pest needed to do some research.
“Are you and Death like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?”
Pest froze at Bart’s question. Uneasiness ran through him and he wondered what Bart had heard while Death was around.
“Why ask this now? Why didn’t you ask while we were in the jungle? Anyway, how could we be when there’s only two of us?” His laughter sounded forced.
“I was too caught up in trying to live. I didn’t really think about your name, or his for that matter. He called you Pestilence, and his name is Death. Those are some pretty gruesome nicknames if you aren’t.” Bart lay back down, but kept his gaze on Pest. “How did you become friends?”
“I wouldn’t call us friends, per se. We work together, so we’re colleagues.” Pest tucked the blankets around Bart’s shoulders before standing.
“What do you do? You used to be a doctor, but what do you do now? Why can’t you touch anyone without a layer of
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