Big shook his head disappointedly. "Those guys are pussies, dude." At James's warning look, he sighed. "But hey, man, whatever's clever, I guess."
James rolled his eyes. "Thanks, dickhead."
"No sweat off my balls," Big shrugged. And as far as he was concerned, that was the end of that conversation. "So, pool or darts?"
… … …
His first week back at work had been total bullshit. Fucking desk duty—just another name for station bitch. Calls came in and everyone rushed to get in their gear while he basically sat around with his thumb up his ass. Then he cleaned up after everyone and answered the goddamn phone. He was less than amused with the whole situation.
As if desk duty wasn't bad enough, James had spoken with their Captain about wanting to leave the department to become an EMT. Big was honestly surprised that conversation went over the way it had. He'd fully expected yelling followed by a fuckload of teasing, but when the boss man learned it was for a baby on the way, he'd clapped James on the back, wished him congratulations and told him he'd do whatever he could to help him out. Part of him had hoped James wasn't actually serious about quitting, but once the news hit the station, reality sunk in.
He couldn't imagine going on a job without James by his side (and fuck you, it's not as gay as it sounds). It's just that they'd worked together for so long and been best friends even longer that having to adjust to a new member on their rig was going to be completely fucked up for a while.
As for his relationship, he still wasn't allowed to have sex, and his girlfriend was strict about that (he had the blue balls to prove it). Though the other night things had gotten a little carried away on his couch and he thought for sure Alisha was about to give in and blissfully fuck him silly. But, at the last second she pushed him away, gritted her teeth and reminded him (like he'd fucking forgotten) they couldn't do it yet with an apology on her lips. And yeah, they did some other stuff to relieve some tension, but that was getting old. Because honestly? There was only so much mutual masturbation you could do before you went a little crazy.
So now he sat impatiently in the waiting room for his follow up appointment with the doctor. If the doc didn't give him the green light to get his dick wet today, he was pretty sure he'd end up throwing fists or something in protest. (He found it a little funny that this was his second doctor visit in the span of a few months where results determined whether or not he'd get to fuck Alisha Larrington. Whatever. Totally worth it.) It'd really be great timing, too, getting the green light, because he and Alisha both had the whole next day off and he'd like nothing more than to spend it banging headboards with her. She didn't even know about this appointment, so provided he got the news he wanted, he planned to surprise her after her show tonight.
"Biggerman?" a nurse called into the waiting room, snapping him from his thoughts. He stood up and went to find out his fate.
… … …
Big walked down main aisle until he found the row where his seat was located. He apparently hadn't gotten the memo to get there so goddamn early, so he had to practically crawl over the elitist theater dicks that moved exactly an inch for him to pass by. Fuckers. So not only did he show up here to watch Chicago alone, he was now seated between two elderly women whose idea of smelling nice was spraying the entire goddamn bottle of perfume on before they went out on the town.
He sat back in his seat and flipped open the Playbill and read Alisha's bio just as the lights went down and the music began.
… … …
He liked the show a lot. You know, once he paid attention to the story and not just the chicks in tasteful lingerie. And Alisha's voice gave him goose bumps. (Shut up!) But seriously, his girl was so good it was insane. She'd talked a little about how she was getting bored with the show, but you'd never know it with the way she performed. Everyone in the place went crazy for her, jumping to their feet when she walked out on stage at the end and he was right there with them, clapping and whistling for her.
And while he knew she couldn't see him (she had no idea he was even there), she looked right over in his direction when he whistled and he smirked just in case.
… … …
Big didn't wait for the retirement community in his row to clear out before he bolted out of the theater. His lungs were really in need of fresh air after spending two hours next to the excessively perfumed.
People were already lined up outside the stage door when he got there, discussing the show and the performances and hoping they'd get autographs. He knew they would. Alisha told him once that she and the other cast members always greeted the fans after the show. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked away from the majority of the crowd and leaned back against the brick of the building to wait for her.
It wasn't long before the crowd perked up, so he looked over just as she stepped out the door with a smile on her face. Seeing her in Broadway celebrity mode was kind of weird since he really hadn't before, but it was also totally hot knowing that his girlfriend was such a big deal. Of course that wasn't why he was with her, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it, right?
Ten minutes passed before he started getting antsy. On a regular night, he wouldn't care how
