Last week, in The Sheriff, we saw Dustin and Jordan's alone time interrupted by a couple of Jordan's friends. See how Dustin takes to this interruption in week's chapter. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
The Sheriff #18 (5.4)
“C’mere, baby.” Jordan patted the seat beside him invitingly. Dustin didn’t need to be told twice. He gave the lunkheads their beers, set Jordan’s on the table next to him, then parked his ass on the indicated spot.
A few moments passed without conversation as they all took appreciative drinks of the cold beer.
“You know something,” Rusty said, breaking the silence. “I’m thinking about getting another tattoo.”
That produced a snort from Lenny. “Where you gonna get it, your dick?” he snarked.
Rusty slapped his knee, as though Lenny’d said something hilarious. “That’s the last place I’d want a tattoo. Can you imagine how bad that’s gotta hurt? No, I have room in other places. Just not sure what I want.”
“I think that’s just an excuse,” Jordan said. “It gives you a reason to go to the tattoo parlor and flirt with that cute girl who works there. What’s her name? Darla?”
Dustin was torn between laughing at Rusty’s blushing discomfort and wondering how cute Jordan thought this girl was, and how he knew her, since he didn’t have a single tattoo on him anywhere—Dustin should know, he’d seen every square inch of Jordan’s body buck naked. No ink marred that perfect skin, he was ready to swear to that.
“Hey, how’s your job going?” Rusty turned to Dustin, in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
At least he had a job, Dustin thought. He wasn’t sure how any of these three got their money, to be honest, not even Jordan. Why that made him uncomfortable, he didn’t know. Maybe because sometimes he felt like the odd man out, having to go to work? But that was stupid, to envy them because they seemed to be unemployed.
“Going good,” he said tersely.
“It’s a real nice store,” Jordan offered. “Got some sweet merchandise there.”
“Is that so?” This was Lenny. “You mean like high-price computers and phones and stuff?”
Nothing you can afford, Dustin thought, but he held his tongue. He didn’t want to antagonize Jordan, not when things were going so well.
“So, what do you do?” Dustin threw the question toward Rusty and Lenny. Either one or both, he didn’t really care. He was taken aback when Lenny giggled. Rusty reached over and slapped his arm.
“Shut up, you. That’s a legit question.” He turned to Dustin with a smirk. “I’m in sales,” he said. Which produced more stifled laughter from Lenny, and another smack.
“Sales,” Jordan confirmed. “Mmhhmm.”
“What do you sell?” Dustin asked. “You mean like you work at a store or something?”
“Somethin’.” Rusty’s reply was certainly vague enough. Whatever it was, though, apparently Jordan knew all about it, or so it seemed. “I freelance.”
“Yeah, something like that.” Rusty drained the rest of his bottle of beer in one long drink, gave a loud and satisfying belch, before setting the empty on the floor. “I acquire things and I sell them. No store. Cuts down on costs.” He glanced at Jordan. “Hey, we’re still on for tonight, right?”
Tonight? What was tonight, Dustin wondered.
“You know it,” Jordan said. He slid his arm around Dustin’s shoulders. His fingers gently massaged Dustin’s shoulders. “Hey guys, why don’t you get yourselves one for the road?”
As if that was a well-rehearsed cue, Rusty and Lenny rose. Lenny started to protest that he still had some of his beer, but Rusty cut him off.
“So what? Drink the other one when you’re done. Not rocket science.”
At least they were going, but something was nagging at Dustin. Something did not feel right to him. But before he could ask any questions, Jordan had swooped down on him and crushed their mouths together with breathtaking intensity. By the time Dustin was aware of his surroundings again, the other two men were gone and he was following Jordan to the bedroom. Dustin set his doubts aside and concentrated on enjoying Jordan and his fine body.
to be continued
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