Ken jerked his head back and pursed his lips. “Well damn…may I wipe your ass for you too, your majesty?”
Tommy chuckled. “Hey, you asked.”
“So I did.” Ken wandered off to gather all the items Tommy had ticked off for him. Returning with arms full, he set the folded comforters on the floor to the right of the coffee table with the pillows stacked on top, and then he placed a few tealight candles on the matching end tables Grandma Marks threw in with the coffee table.
Tommy propped the inflated air mattress upright against the sliding glass door inhabiting a significant portion of the living room’s west-side wall. Ken shook his head, still annoyed by Tommy’s previous behavior, but at least idiot-boy had finally dressed in a pair of knee-length shorts and a red T-shirt that stretched across his bulging pectorals. After swaggering over, Tommy pulled a lighter out of his pocket before setting it next to a couple of small, glass candle holders. “What games did you get?”
The inquiry broke Ken out of the hazy fog covering his brain. “Huh?” He rubbed his forehead, wondering how Tommy could expect him to keep his head after what that loon had done. “Oh, um, Scattergories, Yahtzee, and a pack of cards.”
“Cool,” Tommy nodded. An odd, sinking sensation brimmed in Ken’s stomach. That jackass acts as if nothing happened. Why did he hang around after he saw what was going on? Who does that? Who bursts in while someone is jacking off and decides to not only join them but to hang around to watch? His cheeks burned with humiliation, though he wasn’t sure why. This wasn’t the first time Tommy had seen him naked, nor was it the first time they had sat around jerking off to the same dirty movie. He grimaced, striking on the real reason for his embarrassment. Tommy was bigger than him in length and girth. Although these facts weren’t new, in the past, Ken hadn’t given a fuck. Now they were both in love with the same girl.
The situation had been wearing on Ken for a while, not the dick sizes but the dilemma. Tommy was more than just his oldest and closest friend, and although putting a name to his feelings had always been difficult, Ken was sure they were something deeper than pals. Tommy had always been easy to be around. He could speak his mind to Tommy without fear of being judged and he wanted to protect him. They were super close and had always been willing to share most everything. Somehow, Trisha had changed things. Ken wasn’t willing to step aside but he wasn’t willing to lose Tommy either. Stalemate—the only agreement the two men could reach. They both had to keep themselves in check and wait for Trisha to make a move if she ever would.
Ken sighed, going over the incident in his mind. The stupid video hadn’t been doing it for him, but when Tommy barged into the room and Ken dwelled on the jealousy he felt, images of Trisha had flooded his consciousness. He had dreamed of running his hands through her long, sandy-blonde hair, kissing her bronze sun-kissed skin, fondling her ripe, perky breasts, and entering her as she wrapped her long legs around his waist.
He placed his hand on the back of his neck and bit down on his lower lip. The sick thing was, knowing Tommy was watching him as he visualized making love to Trisha had made the fantasy even better. Ken wasn’t sure why, but there was no denying his arousal. The scenario had sent an electric shockwave through his whole body, quickly bringing him to climax like a charging bull released from the pen. And I had the nerve to call Tommy a pervert. What would he and Trisha think if they knew what had been on my mind? What the fuck is wrong with me?
If any other man had barged in on him that way, Ken would have kicked his ass; yet, he let the doofus do whatever the hell he wanted. I always do. I let him act a fool. He rubbed his temples. Watching porn together is one thing, but Tommy never stared at me that way before. What had he been thinking? The hurricane must be making us both crazy.
“Ken!” Tommy’s voice jarred his attention.
“Huh?” He looked up and their gazes locked.
“Are you okay?” Tommy focused on him while tilting his head to the side like a dog waiting for a command.
“Uh, yeah, do we need more light?” Ken pointed to the camping lantern next to the old ten-inch TV sitting on a black plastic crate turned upside down to create a makeshift TV stand. Shit, we really need some decent furniture. Too bad they were always short on cash. As a scholarship student, Ken received a small stipend for living expenses but the money didn’t stretch far. Their parents helped them out as much as they could, but Ken’s mom had raised him all alone without a dime from his deadbeat father. Ken hadn’t even seen the man since his mom completed her military service and moved from Okinawa to Texas when he was three.
Tommy’s dad was a doctor with a successful practice, but they didn’t have a lot to spare either. The Marks family had been blessed with several blond-haired, blue-eyed children, and Tommy wasn’t the only one in college right now. Plus, Dr. Marks was shelling out big bucks for his oldest daughter’s wedding planned for late summer.
“That flashlight plugged into the electric socket will come on automatically if the lights go out,” Tommy pointed to the torch while shaking his platinum locks out of his face. “Oh yeah, and I bought these too.” Tommy opened a drawer built into the end table and retrieved something Ken didn’t
