She wasn't struggling with her gym bag but he grabbed it anyway.
'Let GO!' Kaitlyn struggled. 'That's mine!'
'Oh-KAY, damn I was only trying to help.' Dolph grumbled.
'I'm not a helpless female, you know.'
'No, just one with cool hair.'
'You think my hair's cool?' Her brain shut itself off, window slammed down to keep out the cold air. Women were for her, not men, not even this one, charming and seductive in a plastic- handsome way, real life Ken doll, smiling at her.
'Yeah.'
'Besides you've helped me enough. I LOVED her, and she runs around with men, doesn't even look at me...'
He held her in the most big brother friendly way, because anything more and she would knee him in the nuts.
'You need a good woman.'
'Rub it my face, why don't you?'
'I thought you didn't go for that.'
Grin on a tan and now she was laughing instead of weeping.
'Save it for Curt.'
'To sombrero or not sombrero?'
'Oh wear the damn hat, you rock it.'
'Glad you noticed.'
Not a typical male and female relationship, not her boyfriend, she had little use for males and their floppy parts, but this guy, her 'brother' just what she needed right now after a crush fallen apart.
Now what she WANTED, that would take anatomy of another to make right.
Situps,pushups, then some rope skipping, now off to the weights, start with a measly twenty pounds in each hand, move up ten pounds each time, getting,building slowly into the hundreds, working the arms, then legs, then some chest and back work.
Not fat at all, a rounded face but very lean body.
He liked how he looked. Seth was being more than a JOTM to him, trying to make him feel worthless.
But who cared about Seth at this time when another man was alone, lonely,miserable?
Poor Joey. Dean thought, had a vanished runaway husband, guy left without a trace.
He was going to do something nice for Joey, the guy was kind and caring, wise and helpful, had taught him, assisted him in everything from headlocks to high flying moves to armdrags.
Joey who sat watching all his students with a blank face, empty eyes, huge frown.
A twist tie from a loaf of bread still wrapped around his ring finger.
And a cold empty house to call home with a lonely bed to lie awake in.
Dean planned to help Joey some way. The man needed love.
Love.
Love.
Dean figured it out all at once, grinned and planned it out mentally.
Great idea if there even was one.
One slice.
Entire pizza down to this, plus crusts.
Mason observed it, reached for it,changed his mind.
Stepped outside with a grin and waved at his cariad, jock of his dreams, his AlRil, playing basketball beneath the string of lights clipped to the overhang on the roof.
Mason dodged a sleeping Sport, held his hands out to show the pizza box.
'I thought you might be hungry with your shooting of the hoops.'
'Thanks.' Another basket tossed, success. 'Did you do like before, get down to one slice?'
Mason blushed. Alex knew him too well.
'Ah HA!' Riley laughed which woke the dozing Corgi. 'I figured you would!'
'I shall for you buy another and let you eat all of it.'
'Don't bother, massive cariad, I'm not hungry anyway.'
Mason relaxed.
'Not for pizza.' Alex winked and grinned and Mason's calm altered into a painfully swollen crotch.
'My jock cariad, I am ready for you anytime you wish.'
'Cool.' The basketball dropped and rolled, a yawning dog trailed behind his people, went back to sleep next to a closed door.
Tired enough even the cries of excitement and joy didn't disturb him.
