backpack.
Michael was waiting for him, leaning up against the wall. James felt a flash of disappointment that he had missed Michael using the regular urinals, and perhaps a chance to get a covert glimpse. He thought it and then immediately kicked himself in the ass for thinking it. He made his living from his imagination, but sometimes, it got a little too randy for his own good. He rolled over to the handicap sink and washed his hands.
“Ready to go?” Michael asked.
“Lay on, MacDuff.”
A ranger pointed out the accessible trail into the lower meadows. They went up the trail for a quarter mile or so. There was a slight incline, and Michael teased James about taking it easy by using the electric chair, so James leaned back, put one arm over the backrest, and drove with his other thumb like he was cruising in some big-ass old car.
“You’re just begging for me to get in your lap, you know,” Michael said coyly. Flirting, it was called. Damned if it wasn’t.
“The motor is only certified for five pounds more than me,” James deadpanned.
Michael snorted.
“So I have to be very careful whilst grocery shopping. Or bowling.”
Michael just laughed.
They found a good spot, and James watched as Michael unzipped the ponderously pregnant backpack he carried and took out a blanket, spread it, and then removed a couple of paper-wrapped sandwiches and a few small bags of Sunchips and cans of soda.
“I wanted to bring wine, but I’m honestly such a lightweight. I figured driving down the mountain sloshed was not a good idea.”
“I appreciate that. I always hoped that when my time came, I could die in battle.” James rolled the chair as close to the blanket as he could and looked at it—and suddenly felt a bit ill. He could crawl out of the chair onto the ground. But it wouldn’t be graceful or pretty. He wondered if he could get away with staying in the chair.
“Can I give you a hand?” Michael asked.
“Um….”
“I’m stronger than I look.” Michael leaned over the chair and put his hands on the arms. Inches away, he stared into James’s eyes.
James’s protests, which were about to come out fast and furious, disintegrated on his tongue. Fuck. Michael’s baby browns reached right down inside him and flipped the switch on his inner furnace, just like that. Whoosh.
“Besides, I am a nurse,” Michael said. He made a funny face, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue, which immediately took the sting out of it. James laughed despite himself.
“Uh… I… suppose?”
James sounded exactly as hesitant as he meant to, but Michael ignored that. In a flash, he ran his hands under James’s arms and around his back and pulled James up. For a brief moment, James was on his feet, chest to chest with Michael, feeling the solid warmth of him against his front. He was taller than Michael by several inches, and Michael’s gaze seemed to be fixed on his lips. Michael hesitated a few seconds longer than he should have, long enough to make heat flush James’s body, but then he turned and lowered James gently to the blanket and released him.
James steadied himself with his hands, his pulse racing. God, that had been way, way, way too much—too embarrassing, too feeble, too much contact and… it had felt too good to be pressed against Michael even for a moment. So good he couldn’t even be mad about it the way he wanted to be. God, he was such a pathetic virgin.
“So… what’s for lunch?” he asked, refusing to look at Michael.
Michael sat cross-legged on the blanket and unwrapped the two brown parcels. “For sandwiches, I’ve got ham and lettuce or cream cheese and veg. I wasn’t sure what you liked.”
“Either is fine.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Oh, no. You must choose, padawan.”
James pulled a coin from his pocket. “Let’s leave it in the hands of the gods. Shall heads be cheese? Cream cheese, that is?”
Michael chuckled. “Naturally. And that leaves tails for meat. That
Michael was waiting for him, leaning up against the wall. James felt a flash of disappointment that he had missed Michael using the regular urinals, and perhaps a chance to get a covert glimpse. He thought it and then immediately kicked himself in the ass for thinking it. He made his living from his imagination, but sometimes, it got a little too randy for his own good. He rolled over to the handicap sink and washed his hands.
“Ready to go?” Michael asked.
“Lay on, MacDuff.”
A ranger pointed out the accessible trail into the lower meadows. They went up the trail for a quarter mile or so. There was a slight incline, and Michael teased James about taking it easy by using the electric chair, so James leaned back, put one arm over the backrest, and drove with his other thumb like he was cruising in some big-ass old car.
“You’re just begging for me to get in your lap, you know,” Michael said coyly. Flirting, it was called. Damned if it wasn’t.
“The motor is only certified for five pounds more than me,” James deadpanned.
Michael snorted.
“So I have to be very careful whilst grocery shopping. Or bowling.”
Michael just laughed.
They found a good spot, and James watched as Michael unzipped the ponderously pregnant backpack he carried and took out a blanket, spread it, and then removed a couple of paper-wrapped sandwiches and a few small bags of Sunchips and cans of soda.
“I wanted to bring wine, but I’m honestly such a lightweight. I figured driving down the mountain sloshed was not a good idea.”
“I appreciate that. I always hoped that when my time came, I could die in battle.” James rolled the chair as close to the blanket as he could and looked at it—and suddenly felt a bit ill. He could crawl out of the chair onto the ground. But it wouldn’t be graceful or pretty. He wondered if he could get away with staying in the chair.
“Can I give you a hand?” Michael asked.
“Um….”
“I’m stronger than I look.” Michael leaned over the chair and put his hands on the arms. Inches away, he stared into James’s eyes.
James’s protests, which were about to come out fast and furious, disintegrated on his tongue. Fuck. Michael’s baby browns reached right down inside him and flipped the switch on his inner furnace, just like that. Whoosh.
“Besides, I am a nurse,” Michael said. He made a funny face, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue, which immediately took the sting out of it. James laughed despite himself.
“Uh… I… suppose?”
James sounded exactly as hesitant as he meant to, but Michael ignored that. In a flash, he ran his hands under James’s arms and around his back and pulled James up. For a brief moment, James was on his feet, chest to chest with Michael, feeling the solid warmth of him against his front. He was taller than Michael by several inches, and Michael’s gaze seemed to be fixed on his lips. Michael hesitated a few seconds longer than he should have, long enough to make heat flush James’s body, but then he turned and lowered James gently to the blanket and released him.
James steadied himself with his hands, his pulse racing. God, that had been way, way, way too much—too embarrassing, too feeble, too much contact and… it had felt too good to be pressed against Michael even for a moment. So good he couldn’t even be mad about it the way he wanted to be. God, he was such a pathetic virgin.
“So… what’s for lunch?” he asked, refusing to look at Michael.
Michael sat cross-legged on the blanket and unwrapped the two brown parcels. “For sandwiches, I’ve got ham and lettuce or cream cheese and veg. I wasn’t sure what you liked.”
“Either is fine.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Oh, no. You must choose, padawan.”
James pulled a coin from his pocket. “Let’s leave it in the hands of the gods. Shall heads be cheese? Cream cheese, that is?”
Michael chuckled. “Naturally. And that leaves tails for meat. That
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