Work

You breathe a sigh of relief as Bob finally exits the office. He calls you over and the three of you load everything up into his pickup.

"So, Jack, listen," Bob begins when you're all done, "I'm planning a little party tomorrow at my place. You working?"

"Nah, not tomorrow. Who else will be there?"

"Probably just Mike, Tony, and the three of us. Be there around three."

"Hm, maybe I'll call over some of my mates," Jack gestures to the workers.

"Cool."

The two of you drive off as Jack gets back to work.

"So you serious about this party tomorrow?" You ask. Part of you just wanted to spend the last day alone together.

"Yeah, you know how my father is. This'll be our last chance to really let loose this summer."

"Damn, I wish it didn't have to end so fucking soon." You whine.

After lunch, you get straight to work. Bob helps you unload the materials over to his yard. Your first task is fixing the porch - there are a few damaged boards you'll need to replace.

Grabbing two crowbars, the two of you go at it, separating the rotting wood from the healthy. Sweating in the humid air, you both soon have your shirts off. And this, of course, makes it much harder to concentrate on a dusty porch rather than on a perfected body. Bob has to snap you out of your day-dreaming when you stare too long, which, you're ashamed to admit, happens more than a couple of times.

Your throat is so dry when you're finished, that you decide to visit the kitchen for a drink. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, a dirty thought sneaks in as you find Bob facing away from you. Sneaking up on him, one beer in each hand, you slip your arms under his and slam the ice-cold cans into his nipples.

"AH!" He screams as he jumps up from the shock.

"Gotcha!"

Bob agrees to take a break, settling down with you on the steps to drink. The cold beverage rejuvenates you, stealing back some of your energy from the tiring day. Your buddy appears to be feeling the same thing as he wraps his sweaty arm around your shoulder, puling you close.

"Dude, what are we even gonna do for the rest of the summer?" He asks.

You wish you knew, but you don't have an answer.

"C'mon, breaks over," He orders.

Next step is to saw the new boards down to the right size. Not wanting to fuck around, Bob finds his Dad's chainsaw and gets it done in a minute. Then you run the boards through the router so that their grooves will fit with the old boards. After that, all that's left is to place the new boards and nail them down.

Your muscles burn as you pound in the last nail, and you collapse opposite Bob as he watches you heave with effort.

"All done," You manage.

"You know, you look like you could use a drink," Bob winks, standing up.

"Not just one."

You almost doze off by the time the muscular hand brings relief before your eyes.

"Cheers," Bob sits down beside you, and this time you lean into his sweaty chest, 'too tired' to support yourself. His heart is pumping just as hard as yours, completely exhausted by the work-out. You close your eyes and press your cheek into his pecs, treating your friend's barrel breast like a pillow.

Together, you sit there like that for a long while, watching the sun set over the trees. You would have fallen asleep in his arms if it weren't so cold. Bob notices you shivering and gives you a good rub before helping you up. You take your turn under the shower while your friend orders some dinner, but by the time it arrives you've already fallen asleep on the couch.

You're woken up by a call from your nagging mother, demanding to know why you aren't home at two in the morning. Bob's nowhere to be found, probably asleep in his room. You eat what food is left over and groggily make your way home in Bob's car.

"Are you drunk again!?"

"What? No, I'm just sleepy."

"Yeah, right! Who's car is that? You know what, that's it, mister! You're not leaving this house tomorrow until your father has a word with you!"

You sigh as you curl up in bed. You're thankful that she raised you and all, but damn if she can't be a real bitch sometimes.