Quick And Dirty Fiction: Max And Trevor
Some Random Weekend/Holiday Afternoon:
“Turn over.”
“What? Why? I’m kind of busy, here,” Max said, pointing at the screen of his laptop.
“You’re ‘busy’ getting your leathercraft skill out of the two hundreds,” Trevor said, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, it’ll only take a moment and it won’t hurt.”
“Well, yeah.” Max put on a decidedly false pout and crossed his arms. “Then I don’t want to.”
“Oh, for-” Trevor just shook his head as Max set his computer aside. “Thank you.”
“How’s this?” Max, on hands and knees, wiggled his backside at the other man.
“That’s perfect. Hold still.” He grabbed his phone and took two pictures. “All done. As you were.”
“What the- Why’d you do that?” Max sat up and gave him a strange look, then retrieved his laptop and settled under the sheet again.
“Because I can. And so I’ll have at least one picture of your arse, just in case.”
“Just in case? Just in case what? Or why?” Max had almost forgotten his game.
“Just in case I need to see it.” Trevor sent a copy to several private accounts, then set his mobile on the nightstand.
Max shook his head and hit the escape key. “Whatever makes you happy,” he said. “You wanna go farm worgs?”
“It does,” Trevor said, smirking at him. “Sure.”
