His best friend.

Glen. Glen fucking Roberts.

The man was too hot for his own good, or at least, Jason thought so. His body was lean, but due to his habit of cycling everywhere coupled with a fast metabolism meant there wasn't any fat on him - at least, not in the important places. His chest wasn't huge, but his body still tapered over tight abs to an equally tight ass, and his lips were full and all too often pulled back into a dazzling smile. A smile that made Jason want to lean in and kiss the man he had come to love more than he should.

Licking the strawberry juice from his fingers became an entirely different activity in his mind's eye, and Jason groaned as his cock stiffened in his pants. In the background, he heard a lawnmower start over the fence. Shit. What rotten timing.