Benefit 1.0
John kicked back into the lounge chair. He spread his legs while looking down his naked body at Tim and Bobby fucking. His cock was hard, and he slow stroked it as Bobby pushed Tim to bend over, held tight to his waist, and fucked. John watched the nine-inch cock come into view then disappear in Tim’s ass. A slow rhythm, one that let him see nearly every inch before it sank back into Tim. It pushed his own arousal, his friends fucking out in the open, Tim bent over begging Bobby to fuck him harder.
Yeah, Bobby, fuck him harder.
Hips smacked ass, faster and faster. Tim cried out. Bobby fucked as hard as he could.
“Don’t stop.” Tim uttered with his head held down.
Bobby ran a hand up Tim’s back until combing fingers in the long brown hair. John watched how Bobby rubbed the hand over the head, then balled it into a fist grabbing the hair. He tugged Tim’s head up, then the upper body. Bobby kept fucking, a hard physical fuck, one that made Tim’s cock flop into view.
John considered getting up and going to them, of getting down on the floor and sucking Tim’s cock, but it would be going too far and he was enjoying his voyeuristic role. Watching Bobby, all six-foot-two-inch of lean muscular man, move with a steady rhythm hammering cock into Tim’s depths. Tim was the shortest of the three of them at five foot three. Despite his shorter stature, he had the best body, one developed in a gym. Bulging biceps, broad muscular chest, and a firm round ass just made for the fucking Bobby was giving it.
Tim began to stroke his cock, a furious rhythm, matching that of Bobby. John believed he felt the heat of the moment, the two sweating bodies radiating a heat that could consume them all. He stroked his cock faster, too aroused to hold back as he watched, keeping his eyes glued to the scene before him. Tim with his back arched, moaning and grunting while stroking his cock. And Bobby pulling the head back while fucking, fucking as hard as he could. The sweat made his skin glisten in the dim light revealing the tightened muscle beneath it. John looked at the ass as the cheek flexed with Bobby’s movement, and he looked at the cock as it came into view then disappeared, jammed back into Tim’s depths.
Fuck, John thought as he felt the surge within, the need to cum so bad he could barely breathe.
Bobby wrapped an arm around Tim’s neck, pulling him back against his chest as he shoved cock all the way inside him. He jammed his hips against the ass, over and over, and John knew this fuck was nearly over. Bobby cried out, guttural, and shuddered with release. As he kept jamming hips against ass, Tim threw his head back, gasping for air, and his cock shot a thick rope of cum across the floor. Tim jerked and shuddered within Bobby’s hold as his cock kept ejaculating, wad after wad, until finally, mercifully, it dribbled out the last of his load.
When John saw Tim’s cum, how it roped through the air, he stiffened, uttered an obscenity, and rained cum down on his chest.
John climbed into his Audi, waving goodbye to Tim and Bobby. He eased down the circular drive and into the street, to make his way home. It was eleven fifteen and he had a bike ride the next morning with some of the guys, so he didn’t stop for a drink. Instead, he headed straight home for some much-needed sleep.
As he drove through the city, he considered his role in Tim and Bobby’s sexual game, a fetish of wanting to be watched. He knew how it started, something by chance. They had been in Key West, and one rainy afternoon, forgot to close the French doors of the bedroom of the house they had rented for the week. As rain fell heavily and the air vibrated with the thunderous storm, they had made out then fucked. Once sated of their sexual desire, they lay on the bed just enjoying the intimacy between them. It was then Tim realized two guys in the next house were standing at a window where they had watched.
At first Tim was embarrassed by it, then he began to feel a bit put out that Bobby and he had let others watch them in a moment of intimacy. But there was something about it, some nuisance that fed something in his desire, and two days later, he had Bobby leave the French doors open while they had sex. And once again, just across the narrow alley, the two guys watched.
It took a few weeks, but Tim realized the idea of being watched really did arouse him. It wasn’t something he needed but something he wanted on occasion. Bobby and Tim had told John about it, and over time the playful conversation changed to one of Tim asking John if he would watch. Tim trusted John, knew he wouldn’t make fun or gossip about the arrangement. At first John considered it a playful joke, then he realized how serious Tim was about it. Eventually he agreed, and for six months afterward, found himself at their place once a month or so, watching Bobby fuck Tim.
Pulling into his garage of his townhome, John knew the unspoken rule. He was to watch but never try to join them. For no matter what the arrangement, it was still an intimacy between the two lovers.
Benefit 2.0
John entered the coffee shop glad to see there was a short line. He wasn’t in a hurry, but he hated standing in long lines, especially for something as frivolous as a cup of coffee. But he had done it in the past, along with everyone else addicted to the dark brew.
He moved through the front seating area to the service line behind two women with strollers. Behind the counter he saw three staff he recognized, and one new woman restocking the display case. At the register was an older guy, in his late fifties or early sixties, and he knew Matthew was the manager. At the espresso machine was Ross, a college student working part time. Working with Matthew and Ross was Emily, a quiet young woman that John knew nothing about.
John ordered, then moved down the line to wait for his coffee. He looked at Ross, a young man who was a junior or senior, which he wasn’t sure. But he struggled to make Ross be 21 or 22, for he looked so young, boyish in the face, and with a lean build, he could easily pass for a teenager.
“John,” Ross called out, setting a cup down on the counter.
“Thanks,” John replied as he picked it up and looked around the room for a place to sit and enjoy it. There was a two-top in the back corner, one just vacated, and he moved quickly to take possession of it before somebody else did so. He laid his novel on the table and sat back, just enjoying the first few hot sips, feeling the warmth move through him. He knew the caffeine would kick in soon. He stared out the window watching the patrons on the patio, most in groups talking animatedly, but a few alone, eyes locked on laptop screens or in a book.
After finishing half the coffee, John opened his novel and picked up where he had left off the night before. How long he sat there reading, he had no idea, for time just escaped him when lost in a storyline. But suddenly a shadow passed over him then he saw someone standing by his table, one of the staff with the company branded apron on. He looked up, surprised to see it was Ross.
“John, can I sit with you for a minute? All the tables are taken and I’m on my break and--”
“Of course, have a seat.”
For a few minutes, John made small talk with Ross. Ross was in fact a senior in college, majoring in environmental sciences. Ross was from eastern Tennessee, a small town in the mountains. After graduation, Ross wanted to live out west, somewhere in the mountain ranges of Colorado or Wyoming, or maybe Washington state. Ross was single, had been since moving to the city, for he had neither the funds to splurge on movies or dinner and stayed so busy attending classes, studying, and working part time, he didn’t have the time or energy.
“What about you? I’ve not seen you with anyone?” said Ross.
John sat back and smiled. A simple conversation with someone he barely knew, but it was how one came to know someone. To become friends, or in some cases maybe more. Looking at Ross, he knew the former was possible, but not the latter. It wasn’t their age difference, thirteen, maybe fourteen years apart, but it was Ross’ goals in life and how his own life was here in the city, a place that had become home over the last few years.
“I’ve not been in a relationship in…damn, over a year. The breakup was, shall we say, a bit a shock at first, and I’ve just not felt like pursuing someone for a relationship.”
“But you’re not lonely?”
“No, no. I go out on dates, meet guys whenever I want the companionship.”
John saw Ross smile when he mentioned going out with guys.
“So, you’re okay being single?”
“At this time, I enjoy being a single man. Who knows, the next person I meet might make me change my mind. I’m always open to the possibility, but don’t feel rushed to do it.”
“I wish I could feel that way.”
“College and working at the same time must be rough. I had friends in college that had to pay their own way, and they had practically no social life.”
“Try none at all.”
John nodded, a gesture acknowledging how Ross was feeling.
“You shouldn’t let your financial situation stop you from dating, even if it were a bit superficial.”
“Superficial?”
“You know, just to have the…intimacy with another. I would think there are women at the college who would feel the same as you.”
Ross chuckled, smiled for the first time since sitting.
“You’re gay,” said John, eliciting a nod from Ross.
“I see online guys wanting to hook up all the time, but I…just don’t make the effort to contact them.”
“Why?”
“I…”
There was something Ross wasn’t saying, something that kept holding him back.
“You’ve not been with a guy?” said John.
Ross looked out the window as his face flushed red. John realized he hit the nail on the head. Ross was a virgin, one struggling to put himself through college, and through it all, felt somewhat insecure.
“Where I’m from, there was no one. Just no one who…
“Then I arrived at the college thinking I had all this opportunity, all the chances in the world, but I struggled to pay for books and rent and just…everything was a challenge. I worked two part-time jobs in my freshman year, and full time on campus every summer.”
“Sounds tough.”
“But I’m sick of being…”
John wondered what he wanted to say. Alone? Afraid? A virgin? He watched Ross look around, then lean in close.
“What if you showed me?”
“Showed you?”
“What it is like.”
“You want to have sex with me?”
“Yes. I’m not looking for a relationship, nor am I trying to make you someone who would pay for things for me.”
“You just want the experience of being with a man?”
“Yes. Tim Robertson comes in all the time, and I talked to him one day and he—”
“Tim said for you to talk to me?”
“Yes. He said you could be trusted.”
John watered the plants on the balcony, then went inside to check on the chicken cooking in the oven. A salad was prepped in the refrigerator, and rice was sitting on the range to keep warm. He put the watering can under the sink, then changed the music to something more relaxing, something that would be good background noise for an afternoon lunch.
It was Sunday, just three days since his visit to the coffee shop where Ross propositioned him. He shook his head at the craziness of it, how it was Tim who suggested Ross talk to him. He had to admit the idea of getting Ross out of his clothes was a temptation. A devilish one that had him stirring with an arousal on more than one occasion since then. He considered the physical person, the young man who was taller than his own five foot ten, at least three inches or so taller. He considered the lean body, one long limbed, masculine in its own way. He considered the face, one boyish and smooth, one that appeared never to need shaving, wondering if the rest of the body would be as smooth. He wondered how far Ross would be willing to go.
The doorbell chimed announcing Ross’ arrival, and John moved around to the foyer to let him in.
John closed the dishwasher and turned it on. He wiped the countertop and put away the leftovers. As he circled the island, he heard the bathroom door open. As he sat down on the sofa, Ross came into the room. He saw the sheepishness. Anxiety or nervousness and he knew he needed to put Ross at ease.
“Are you sure you want to do it with me? We could just watch a movie.”
“NO. I mean, yes, I want to.”
“But you’re nervous.”
“I’m just not sure how to start.”
John smiled, seeing it wasn’t fear of doing it but how to begin.
“You can start by taking off your clothes.”
Ross looked down then up, a smile on his face.
“Go on, take off your clothes. Let me see you naked,” said John, leaning back and crossing his legs as if it where the most natural thing.
Ross slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The chest came into view, flat and smooth. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, he pulled it off. John smiled, for the body was exactly as he imagined. A lean build, smooth and flat down the chest and stomach. The only hair thick dark hair under each arm.
Ross undid his jeans, tugged the zipper down, then worked them down and off. He stood in his boxers and John was surprised to see the legs were hairy, and he smiled at Ross knowing how they would feel as he moved between them. The boxers were pushed down until they fell around the ankles and Ross stepped out of them. He stood naked, balling his hands into fist and looking nervous.
John looked at him. Looked at the tall lanky build, long armed and legged. He looked at the small nipples, the long torso and short waist, and he looked at the flaccid cock hanging over the sac. A sac that hung long, the nuts swinging back and forth with Ross’ movement.
“You’re an attractive man,” said John.
Ross smiled.
“Come here.”
Ross moved to John until he stood between John’s legs. John reached out and took the cock, manipulating it, tugging and pulling until it responded. Ross moaned and rocked on his feet. The cock stretched out. John tugged on the nut sac, pulling it tight. It turned dark red, and Ross shivered as if cold.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
John stroked the hardening cock, then he leaned forward and took it in his mouth.
Ross lay his back, legs held up, and John took each behind the knee and pushed them over and down until tight against the chest. He rubbed his cock along side Ross’ cock, then worked it down over the spread ass. He felt a hand take it and looked down to see Ross holding it aligned with the ass.
“Go on, put it in me,” Ross uttered.
John pushed, slowly, gently, penetrating the tight ass. He had loosened it with three fingers, but damn, it was still tight. He shivered with the feel of the tightness sliding down his cock as he pushed inch after inch into Ross.
With hands still behind the knees pushing the legs down against the chest, John began to fuck. He tugged outward and pushed inward, sinking deeper and deeper until pressing against the ass. He increased his pace, fucked faster, until hammering the ass.
Ross whimpered and cried out, begged John to fuck him harder, and John didn’t slow. The sound of body against body filled the room. The bed squeaked and rocked. And Ross took it, every thrust into his depths, and begged for John to keep going.
John fucked until the muscles in his stomach and legs burned. Sweat beaded up on his skin, trickling down his face and torso. And rained down on Ross.
John pulled free and pushed the legs to one side. He buried his cock in the ass and resumed fucking. Fucking with a furious pace, slamming down into Ross’ depths. He hammered the ass until Ross cried out and cum roped across the bed. The ass spasm around his cock with every ejaculation. He shuddered and jerked, slammed down into Ross and came.
Ross showed up every week or so, accepting John’s hospitality, dinner then maybe a movie, before climbing into his bed to suck his cock then lay back to be fucked. John would suck Ross, and one time even offered to bottom for him, but it was obvious Ross wanted only to be fucked, not the other way around. So, John fucked Ross, fucked him to the point of exhaustion, then watched the young man sheepishly get dressed and ease out to get back to the dorm for an early class or a shift at the coffee shop.
Benefit 3.0
The Cellar was crowded, guys lining the bar, seated in all the booths, and standing close together in the space between. John had come out with a couple of friends celebrating one of their birthdays. John felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned to see Aidan Davies. He smiled, then shook his head, showing how surprised he was to see him.
“Long time no see,” said John.
“Too long.”
“I thought you were in Dallas.”
“I was until last month. I was up for a promotion for a position I did not want, so I quit and found a job that just so happen to bring be back.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
John wasn’t sure what to say. Aidan had been his boyfriend three years ago, until a job opportunity came along that caused Aidan to move away. He had wanted to be mad about it, but he knew the job was exactly what Aidan had been wanting since finishing college.
Seeing him now, he considered him an old friend, one that stayed in touch with the cards for birthdays and the holidays, none more so than Halloween, their favorite, sending bawdy hilarious cards to each other.
“Are you here with someone?” said John.
“A couple of friends. And you?”
“The same.”
“You still haven’t settled down?”
“No, afraid not. What about you?”
“I’m afraid I left someone in Dallas who didn’t want to move.”
“That sucks.”
“You should know.”
John smiled at Aidan, letting the comment slide by.
“Aidan, come on, Ryan is buying another round,” said a guy at the bar.
“I’m being summoned,” said Aidan.
“Well, you can’t keep them waiting,” said John.
“Do you still have the same number?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s catch up.”
With that, Aidan stepped away heading to the bar, and just as John started to say something, another tap on his shoulder.
“John, Bill wants to go to that club on Hill Street.”
“Legends?”
“Yeah, come on, let’s go.”
Had it been two weeks since he ran into Aidan. John couldn’t believe it. He had entered the small bar, one in the Madison Park neighborhood, and found Aidan sitting alone. He moved up behind, with the intent of just saying hello, assuming Aidan had to be waiting on someone.
“Aidan how are you?” said John.
“John! I’m good.”
“I won’t hover for I’m sure you’re waiting for someone, but I just wanted to say—”
“I’m not waiting on anyone.”
John hesitated.
“What about you? Are you meeting someone?” said Aidan.
“No. I just stopped in for a night cap. I had a late meeting that put me in need of a drink.”
“One of those.”
“Yep.”
“Sit. I’m just stir crazy and came out without calling anyone to come keep me company.”
John ordered a drink and the two of them fell into casual conversation. First, all about their work, how Aidan was settling in and John talking about some of his latest challenges with new projects. Then they fell silent after each ordered another drink.
The bartender set the drinks on the bar and moved down to someone waving a credit card. They sipped the drinks in silence until Aidan finally spoke up.
“Actually, I considered picking someone up for a one-night stand.”
“Horny?” said John jokingly.
Aidan laughed, then took another drink.
“Something like that. My ex called this afternoon and…”
“Bad?”
“No, not at all. It was a pleasant call. He reiterated how he understood I had to move, and he wished me well and I told him I had no hard feelings about him not wanting to move.”
“But it still stirred you up?”
“I wanted to feel wanted by someone here, even for just one night. That doesn’t sound right. Fuck, I’m not sure what I’m trying to say.”
“Sounds like you just need to get fucked. What about that blonde at the end of the bar.”
Aidan chuckled as he looked at the guy in question.
“He’s cute and all, but…”
“Well, if he’s not good enough, I can’t help you.”
“There was a time when you could.”
“Three years ago.”
“God, has it been that long?”
“Yep.”
Aidan took another drink and John noticed he looked lost in thought. Then there was the familiar smile, one that usually preceded something troubling.
“What?” said John.
“We could do a ‘friends with benefits’ thing.”
It was John’s turn to chuckle, then take another drink.
“You’re serious?”
“You’ve never done it?”
“Well…”
“You rascal, you have.”
“It’s crazy. Recently I have played voyeur and cherry popper.”
“Cherry popper? I’ve not heard that term in a long time. And you…a voyeur. Sorry, I can’t see it.”
“Neither could I at first.”
Aidan leaned closer, lowering his voice to a seductive whisper.
“Sounds like you just missing the ‘friends with benefits’ experience and your resume will be complete.”
“It’ll just be sex among old friends?”
“Yep.”
John smiled, shaking his head, then he sat back and looked at Aidan.
“Okay, if you’re serious.”
John found it odd at first, as Aidan and he went into the bedroom at Aidan’s place. It was an unfamiliar room, the furniture all different than before, and they were not in a relationship. He unbuttoned his shirt as he watched Aidan do the same feeling not the intimacy of before, but a sexually charged atmosphere. As Aidan’s upper body came into view, he began to feel his attraction toward the physical aspects of him. The lean muscular upper body. The line of hair from the navel down, and as the jeans and boxers were pushed down, revealed how it spread out over the cock.
John looked at the body wondering why it seemed different. He found himself considering it in sexual terms without the previous thoughts of intimacy. I want to suck that cock. I want to fuck that ass. Or maybe take that cock in my ass. He undid his jeans and worked them down as Aidan watched him. He wondered if Aidan looked at him in the same way. Did he have the same sexual thoughts.
John stood naked and they smiled wickedly at each other. Aidan moved first, backing up to his bed and easing back on it.
“John.”
John moved to the bed, easing down on top of Aidan. They kissed. They touched. They stroked cocks. They moved against the other, bodies undulating, rubbing hardening cocks together.
John slipped his hand between the thighs and rubbed the ass. He focused on the tight opening, eventually penetrating it as Aidan arced his back and moaned. One finger, two, then three, John worked the ass until it loosened around them. When he slipped them free, he rolled to the side and Aidan rolled to his stomach. John moved over him, rubbed his cock between the ass cheeks, then he penetrated him. Slowly, gently, he eased into the ass. He lay on the prone body slipping an arm around the neck hugging them together as he pushed deeper into the ass.
“Fuck,” Aidan uttered. “Fuck me.”
John worked his hips, pumping his cock inside Aidan. At times he would push inward all the way and grind his hips against the ass. He pushed up on his hands, hovering over Aidan, only the head of cock inside of him, and he began to fuck. He built up a rapid pace, furiously hammering cock into Aidan’s depths. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room, mixed with the moans, grunts, and cries coming from Aidan.
John fucked until he was sweating, skin glistening in the dim light, then he collapsed on Aidan and ground his hips against the ass. He kissed the back of the neck and along the right shoulder, then rolled off him.
“Roll over,” said John.
Aidan flipped to his back and spread his legs wide apart. John moved into position looking down at the exposed ass, the tight sac, and hard cock laying over the abdomen. He scooted close, pushing his cock down to align with the ass. He penetrated it, pushed halfway in and started to fuck. He leaned back resting on his hands as he pumped cock into Aidan. Fucking until his muscles burned with his exertion, he shifted forward leaning over him. He kissed him then rose up and started fucking again.
He fucked with a furious pace, pumping cock in Aidan’s ass as fast as he could, then he shifted and began to bang against it, shoving cock all the way into Aidan’s depths. The pace was too fast, too physical, and far too soon, John pushed inward all the way and shuddered with release.
“My turn,” said Aidan.
John was swiftly maneuvered to his back with cock pressing against his ass. He threw his head back and shuddered when he felt it squeeze through his tightness. Inch after slow inch, Aidan pushed cock into him.
“Do it. Do it. Fuck me,” said John.
Aidan spread his legs wide apart and fucked. Fucked slow and deep. Fucked fast and physically, the sound of it filling the room as the bed slammed against the wall. John clutched the bed and took it.
“Fuck. I’m going to cum,” Aidan exclaimed as he fucked fast and hard, banging against John’s ass. Then he shoved inward and kept jamming against the ass as he shuddered and jerked with his own release.
Aidan braced his arms on the tile wall, resting his forehead on them, as he rocked with their slow fuck. John held the waist and moved with a steady rhythm as the shower steamed up around them. The water cascaded down their bodies making them more aware of their physical nature. Naked, beneath the shower, fucking once again, feeling their masculinity, their sex, none more so than Aidan. The feel of cock pumping inside him as his own cock swung freely between his thighs aroused him, made him want their sex until nothing else mattered.
“Fuck…don’t stop,” uttered Aidan.
And John kept fucking, slowly building up his pace as his arousal increased. He felt the surging need for release, building and building, until he couldn’t hold back. He pushed Aidan against the wall and shoved upward, into his depths, and shuddered with release.
John was on his hands and knees on the bed with Aidan standing by it fucking him. Water droplets still covered their bodies for they could only think about their sex, the desire for it to continue to the point of exhaustion. John’s cock swung freely between his thighs until Aidan circled cock and sac and tugged while burying his own cock into John’s ass. Aidan manhandled him, tugged and pulled and fucked until John was hard and dripping. Then Aidan fucked harder, faster, rocking the bed beneath John.
A hand slid up John’s back until grasping him by the hair tugging his head up and back. Cock pummeled his insides as Aidan tugged and pulled without slowing. Then Aidan was banging against his ass while crying out with release.
John slipped out at first light, making his way across the parking lot to his car. He looked up at the building wondering if Aidan was still asleep. He had left a note on the dining table.
Thanks for last night. John
He left out the part about worrying how Aidan would take it, their casual sex the night before. Once on the road, heading back across town, he wondered if they could do it again, or if they should. Maybe it was best to leave it as a one-time occurrence.
Over the next few days, after a few playful mischievous texts, it was obvious it would not be a one-time occurrence.
Reboot
For months John watched Tim and Bobby fuck, let Ross come over for a fast fuck, and spent a night with Aidan fucking in every way imaginable. He went along with the flow, enjoyed each encounter as it was meant to be enjoyed. It was Ross who broke the cycle. The first to change the sexual dynamics of John’s life of late. They met for lunch at a bohemian café where Ross told him he had met someone and felt it was serious.
Then you should pursue it and see where the relationship leads.
But it means we shouldn’t meet anymore.
It was never meant to last.
John gave Ross his freedom, let him go in pursuit of his own life, but he made Ross promise to stay in touch, that he felt him a friend, one with no more benefits, making Ross laugh.
As if the universe was trying to tell him something, Tim called him the next day, inviting him to dinner. John knew something was up, but sat at the island listening to his friends talk about work and the vacation planned for the fall, and once dinner was ready, they sat around the table with Tim and Bobby asking him if he was dating, going so far to suggest one of their friends as someone he should go out with. Then Bobby brought up their arrangement.
Tim and I agreed after last time, we didn’t want to be watched anymore.
So, that fetish has become boring.
Something like that.
No need to feel bad about it. I just want the two of you to be happy.
John left their place wondering how soon Aidan would call. With Ross, then Tim and Bobby ready to move on from their arrangement, he knew Aidan had to be close to the same conclusion. How long could Aidan expect to fuck around just for the fun of it without any expectations. He had been wondering the same for some time, but didn’t focus on those feelings because he knew eventually the others would be ready to stop. Now that the time had arrived with Ross then Tim and Bobby, Aidan would be next.
The next Saturday, John entered his favorite Thia place finding Aidan waiting him on. He looked at him, wondering how he felt. They had had a close relationship, one that ended not with a fight or some slight, but by Aidan needing to pursue his goal in his career. Strolling through the dining area, he saw Aidan look up, smile, and wave him over.
John sat opposite of him, gave the waiter his drink order, then leaned back waiting to see if Aidan had anything to say.
John pulled out of the parking lot behind Aidan, watching him go left as he turned right. He felt elated, more than he could have hoped for. He had not considered it, feared to do so. But what Aidan had said replayed as he drove along the busy road.
John, can we talk about our arrangement?
Is this what you really want?
I’d like to go back to the way things were before I left. Can we do that?
John tapped the steering wheel to the song playing over the radio as he smiled, then laughed aloud. He didn’t care how it might look to other drivers. He was excited about the promise of what Aidan wanted. It made him happy.
