"Come on Mark," Glen said practically begging his brother, "nobody sees you and the kids miss their uncle." He hated this, yeah it was true his brother needed to get out more, but this was stupid. "Look, Dameon just had stitches and he's taking a nap and I'm just about to cook some dinner so if you don't mind," Mark said. "Unce Gwen," Dameon screamed as he came down the hallway and saw Glen. Glen bent down and picked him up, "Hey buddy how's the head?" Glen asked looking had Dameon's bandaged head. "Otay, the dokor fix it," he said. Glen laughed he always loved listening to the younger kids talk. "Yeah the doctor was a nice man wasn't he," Glen said. "He da nices. He gave me wowwypop," Dameon said. "Okay, Mark. He's awake, now so come on over to the barbeque," Glen said. "Fine, get ready Dameon. We're going to the barbeque," Mark growled out. "Goodie," Dameon said running to his bedroom to get ready. Glen laughed and walked out the door saying, "See you guys there."
Glen drove back home thinking that his husband better be right, because if this didn't work out, it was going to blow up in all of their faces. Glen walked into his house and felt two arms wrap around his waist and hot breath whispering into his ear, "So, he's coming over, right," Randy asked. "Yes, he's coming. Do you really think this is a good idea? At least tell me this is the only thing you're going to do to interfere with their lives," Glen begged his husband. Randy rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, love, this is the only thing I'm involving myself in. I just want to give them a chance to get to know each other. After tonight whether it works, I won't interfere." Glen felt kind of guilty for chastising his husband because he had also seen just a slight spark of interest in his brother's eyes when they met John at the bar a couple of days ago. He would make up it up to Randy later; he gave Randy a kiss and went to go get ready for the barbeque.
John took a quick look at himself in the mirror and decided that he looked good enough in his jeans and tee-shirt to go to the barbeque. He grabbed his phone, pager and keys while walking out the door. As he walked across the street to Randy's a silver F-150 extended cab pulled up and Mark hopped out leaning back in to get Dameon. John stopped and stared at the man and thought he looked good tonight. Mark was in tight black jeans, his biker's boots and was only wearing a black leather biker's vest as a shirt. John felt a slight stir of interest and then started walking again shaking his head. He didn't even know if Mark swung that way.
John got to the gate and was met by a long-haired brunette little girl. She said, "Hi, you're the nice man that saved Dameon . I'm Alanna, come on I'll take you to daddy." He followed Alanna into the house and found Mark in the kitchen. "Oh, hi Uncle Mark I thought dad was in here," she said. "Hi sweetie," said Mark, "he was but he took some of the food outside." Mark then looked at John and said, "Help yourself to a beer or anything else you want to drink. Those two don't stand on ceremony here." "Thanks, I think I will take a beer," John said as he smiled. Mark watched John smile and thought that the man was kind of cute. He shook his head of such thoughts and said, "Come on. We better get out there before Randy has the neighborhood looking for us." The two grabbed their beers and headed outside.
Randy looked up and saw them coming out of the house and smirked. 'At least they're talking to each other,' he thought. He looked around and sent his smirk to his husband; Glen just raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head.
John, with beer in hand, sat at the picnic table. "Hi, you're John right?" a voice asked. He looked up and saw that it was the woman who had brought Dameon into the ER. "We didn't get introduced earlier. I'm Becky, Randy's sister," Becky said holding out her hand. "Hi, Becky. Nice to meet you," John said smiling and shaking her hand. "Wow, you have a beautiful smile," she said out loud not really looking at John but behind him and caught the glare from Mark. She had heard Randy and Glen talking earlier and decided to give a hand. She smiled sweetly aiming it at Mark and walked away. Randy had seen the exchange and caught Becky's eye conveying to her that's enough. She smiled and nodded, it was ok though, she had her fun.
Randy announced that the food was ready and they all got plates of food to eat. John and Mark were sitting next to each other and quietly talking, nothing particular just talking about the town, weather, job and thankfully nothing personal to John's pleasure. He needed just general companionship; he didn't want any personal ties now. He felt a poke at his side and looked down. Dameon looked up and smiled, "You nice misser." "Well thank you Dameon, but you can call me John. OK?" he said. Dameon nodded and ran off to play with the other kids. "You have a cute kid, Mark," John said. "Yeah, he's a good boy. He's my youngest, the others are grown or live with their mothers," Mark explained. "His mom's not around?" John asked. "No, unfortunately she ran off right after he was born and we've never heard from her," Mark explained.
Joh felt bad for Dameon, he was a good kid. John never understood why people had children when they didn't deserve them. John was getting tired and he had to get up for work the next morning. So, after saying is goodbye and thanks for the invitation, he went home to bed and hopefully to sleep.
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