Fourteen Days till Valentine's Day
February Eight
Two big scantily clad boys sat down on the rickety wooden bench. Their loose shorts and jerseys did little to conceal their well-toned abs and muscles, shining with swear under the sun.
"Whew!" Rick exclaimed, turning up the radio for background music. "The day's hotter than it looks…" and he drained a bottle of ice cold water.
Spencer followed the suit. "Damn I hadn't had this hard a workout since I was in the…"
His silver-haired lover looked at him with a thoughtful expression when he trailed off.
"Forget what I said," the blonde continued. "It's just nice to have a good ol' game of basketball again."
A buff tan arm wrapped around his broad shoulders. "Get over it Spence…"
The Russian sighed. "Easier said than done, Ricky. But I'm doing my best and thanks for helping me."
The American smiled and leaned up toward his for a comforting kiss.
"Game for another round?" he asked, hard orange ball in hand.
"You're on," came the reply and the big couple ran back to their secluded basketball court, found if one is brave enough to trek the mysterious alleys of New Orleans.
Gleeful laugher and shouts were heard above the dribble dribble of the ball and the jingle of chains as it went through the hoop.
"Darn. We shouldnt've eaten after lunch, eh Spence?"
"Who cares, Rick? 'Just means more food for us later…"
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A/N: forgive any typo…if there's any…enjoy!xD and ciAo…