Marshall and Lee are back this week, still on their fishing day, and now another country is heard from! I hope you are enjoying their story! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale!
Don't Look Back #20 (4.5)
Marshall felt a light pressure on the tip of his nose. He
swatted at it without opening his eyes. Damn flies. He wasn’t quite ready to
wake yet, wrapped in a pleasant post-coital haze, a warmth that suffused his
entire body from head to toe. There it was again. He reached for it again, but
this time his hand encountered warm flesh. Opening one eye a crack, he beheld a
smiling countenance and couldn’t help but grin back.
Lee. He should have known.
Then he heard another voice, one that wasn’t Lee’s, coming
from somewhere above where they still lay, completely naked, on the blanket.
“How’s the fishing? Catch anything?”
Marshall would know that voice anywhere. He’d known Roy was
coming, no surprise there. He stretched his limbs, enjoying the warmth of the
sun, and the splendor of the day. He wasn’t concerned about being seen by Roy,
any more than Lee was. He’d known Roy too long to be shy around him. And Roy
knew the score, understood about Marshall and Lee. And didn’t judge.
“Yep, I did catch one,” Lee drawled.
Marshall rolled to his side and peeped up at Lee, who’d sat
up, his long legs bent. Marshall couldn’t help but admire his profile, the
curve of his ass and the strength in his thighs. His heart beat quicker at the
sight of Lee’s amazing body.
“I was thinking I should throw him back, though, he’s a mite
scrawny, don’t you think? What are the legal limits, Sheriff?”
Placing one hand beneath his chin, Roy pretended to consider
the question, his eyes grazing over Marshall’s form. “Does seem a mite puny at
that, Lee. Think we should measure him and see if he comes up lacking?”
Marshall burst out laughing. “Oh yeah? Bring it on, I dare
you. And while you’re at it, let’s take a measure of your worth, see how well
you stack up.”
“Ouch.” Roy pressed one hand against his heart, as if
Marshall’s words had wounded him.
Lee burst out laughing. “I think he might have you there,
Roy. Pass us our clothes, willya?”
Grinning, Roy gathered up the pile of clothing they’d left
at the edge of the blanket and dumped it between them.
“And this is why I didn’t rush out here at the buttcrack of
dawn. That and I went to the office for a bit.”
“Everything quiet?”
“Right as rain. I think I’ll just stake out my spot over
yonder.” He pointed to one side of the pond, away from the ducks. “Seems to be
calling my name.” He reached into the
cooler and brought out a cold bottle.
“Did you get any bait from Jose?” Lee asked. Marshall paused
in the act of drawing on his clothes to watch Lee. Shame to cover up such a
fine body. He admired every inch while he could. Lee turned his head, catching
him in the act. Marshall didn’t even bother to act embarrassed, cause he
wasn’t.
“Peeping Tom much?” Lee grinned. “You going to finish, or be
a voyeur all day?”
“I dunno. Why don’t you take your clothes off again, and I
can tell you?” Marshall sassed.
“Maybe Roy might have some objection to that,” Lee teased.
“Roy’s right here, and Roy says keep it tucked in,
gentlemen. If I want an eyeful of that, I know what magazines to look for. I
think you two have most of those, anyway.” He winked at them, taking a long
drink of the cold beer.
Roy carried all his stuff to the spot he’d picked out:
fishing rod, tackle box, camp stool, and a couple of beers, so he wouldn’t have
to get up too often. Marshall and Lee set up in adjacent spots near to where
they’d been dozing. They were far enough apart not to get in each other’s way,
but well within talking distance, their voices carrying easily to one another.
After a few hours spent fishing, they stopped for lunch.
They couldn’t have asked for better weather. The sun was warm, but not overly
so, and a balmy breeze blew. Fishing was decent, enough to warrant throwing in
their lines, but that wasn’t the important part. What mattered was simply
enjoying one another’s company. The three men shared a bond that would never be
broken. Marshall knew that Lee and Roy would do anything to protect him. He
felt completely safe with them.
“Deli makes great chicken.” Roy took another appreciative
bite of the drumstick in his hand. Between the three of them, they’d damn near
wiped out everything they brought, except for the beer. Roy had even brought
dessert. Nothing fancy, but some of the fruit pies that Marshall loved. He’d
brought an assortment—lemon, chocolate, apple, and cherry. Lee would cook the fish they’d caught for
dinner that night, and Roy would join them for that too.
“I think we’re going up to San Antonio next week,” Lee said,
as Marshall cleared the remnants of their meal, gathering up all their trash to
take home and dispose of.
“For how long?” Roy asked.
“Probably no more than a couple of days.”
“Business or pleasure?”
“Want another beer?” Marshall asked, hand poised to plunge
into the cooler.
“Yeah, that sounds good, thanks. A little of both,” he
answered Roy’s question. “Got a client wants to talk about a software project.
Might offer us a maintenance contract too. Worth checking out.”
“I can only guess what the pleasure part is.” Roy grinned knowingly.
“Well, there are certain things you can’t get around here.
Or even in Tucker Falls,” Lee pointed out.
“Amen to that,” Roy agreed. “Want me to keep an eye on the
house for you?”
“Yeah, if you would.”
“No problem.”
Marshall came up behind Lee, leaned down and hugged his
neck. “Thank you for today,” he whispered softly. “I loved it. And I love you.”
“Anytime, you know that. Love you too.”
Their lips met in a soft kiss.
to be continued
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