AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Once again a day late, but better late than never.
Thank you Miss Liz for the dusting. Huge hugs and love to both my sisters, Liz and Maureen.
Was chapter 51 of Errors not completely worth the wait? Team Jasper, babies.
Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissions should go do so right now. Links to both stories are in my profile.
WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC
All characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just take them out and play with them.
Chapter 4: Apotheke
Nasir watched Jasper recline casually in the rear facing seat in the limousine as they journeyed downtown. The younger man had an easy confidence as he sat with one leg crooked off to the side, up on the seat beside him, and his now endearing lopsided smile. The snug jeans coupled with the way Jasper was sitting, made it clear that he was packing. Nasir found him utterly charming. And more than that, Jasper was sweet and genuine. Jasper was not quite Nasir or Garrett's type, but it was easy for both of them to see how anyone, and especially Edward, would be very much attracted to him, and have fallen in love with him as well.
"When Greg took us back to their apartment to meet up with Viktor, we also met their daughter, of course," Garrett relayed what Jasper must have already known. "As I recall, she walked straight to Emmett. And all she wanted to talk about was you."
"Helena's a little doll. I love that kid," Jasper shared.
"Our niece is the same age," Garrett was so accustomed to thinking in the couple term of 'our' that he did not even realize the other half of the 'our' was thousands of miles away. "My brother's daughter, Stephanie."
"I met her at your reception," Jasper reminded.
"Oh, of course you did. Where is my mind?" Garrett laughed at himself.
"She's a real cutie too. She grabbed my hair," Jasper smiled at the memory.
"I'll bet she loved your hair. Quite similar, I would say," Garrett assessed.
"That's what she said," Jasper nodded.
"How is it that Stephanie is so blonde?" Nasir wondered aloud. "Neither of her parents are blonde."
"Melinda's color is whatever she chooses it to be," Garrett revealed, "but she's not blonde. Justin and I both had much lighter hair when we were young. Until we hit puberty, that is. I suspect it will be the same for her. Jasper here is fortunate enough to have hair people would kill for, well into adulthood."
"Some days I love it," Jasper ran a hand through his waves. "Other days, it's too much fuckin' work."
"Do you mean to say that you do not roll out of bed looking like this?" Garrett gestured.
"Fuck no," Jasper denied.
"I want my money back," Nasir quipped and they all laughed.
Their car travelled down 5th Avenue and jogged over on Broadway. They turned on 14th Street and took that over to 4th Avenue, which took them down into the Bowery and Chinatown. The driver knew the way and turned into smaller streets until he finally turned onto Doyers Street. The narrow and not overly tidy little street could have easily been any back alley in Hong Kong. Every sign on every building was in large Chinese symbols with small English translations beneath. Every business was boarded and shuttered up tight with trash bins on the sidewalk, save one. It looked from the outside like a shabby little restaurant. A podium stood outside the small door with a line of people before it. Were it not for how the people in the line were dressed, and the hour, it could have easily been mistaken for a soup kitchen.
"Is this it?" Garrett asked as he leaned forward.
"This is it. Believe me when I tell you, it's much nicer inside. You'll see," Jasper assured.
"There's a line," Nasir observed.
"Not for us," Jasper was confident.
"It says 'Gold Flower Restaurant'," Nasir read the sign on the building as their driver stopped the car and got out to get their door.
"It does, in fact, say that," Jasper smiled. "It's one of those New York secrets that everybody knows about, I guess," he gave a shrug as the rear door beside Garrett was opened. Garrett climbed out and the others followed.
"We'll call when we're ready to leave," Garrett tipped their driver.
"Yes, sir," the chauffeur was more than willing to wait.
"Follow me, guys," Jasper took the lead. He walked to the head of the line with Nasir and Garrett in tow.
"Jasper!" the attractive brunette woman in a very tight blouse with straining buttons and short skirt greeted him at the podium.
"Hi, Hadley," Jasper accepted her hug.
"What brings you down?" Hadley asked as she pulled back, but held onto his shoulder.
"I'm entertaining a couple of high powered executives tonight," Jasper cocked a thumb over his shoulder.
"Oh," Hadley could not see over Jasper's shoulder and leaned around him to check out Nasir and Garrett. "They're cute. Need any help?"
"Ha! No. I got this," Jasper assured her with a laugh. "And I won't tell Karl you said that."
"I won't tell if you won't," Hadley at last released her hold on Jasper and stepped aside. "Enjoy your evening, gentlemen. Welcome to Apotheke."
"C'mon, guys," Jasper bid and headed into the small doorway. Hadley looked Nasir and Garrett over appreciatively as they walked past and could not resist giving Garrett a quick pat on his ass.
Within, the former opium den had the feel of a nineteeth century French absinthe parlour. Wall sconces provided soft illumination from the exposed brick walls. The floors were wood and tile, depending on where you stood. The high ceiling was embossed tin. Red velvet banquettes lined the walls, except for where the massive marble bar stood beneath three arches, set deeply into the wall behind and filled not only with bottles, but antique apothecary jars. Music reached their ears, but at a level that encouraged conversation, rather than discourage it.
"That might be the first time a doorman, or woman, has ever patted my butt when they let me in," Garrett shared.
"Please, I don't buy that for one second," Jasper smirked.
"Garrett is missing Sethy. Would you like us to rub your butt too?" Nasir teased. "Help me, Jasper."
"Sure," Jasper giggled. He grabbed the one Thompson butt cheek that Nasir was not already holding.
"Alright, boys," Garrett pulled the hands off his ass. "Save it for the ride back uptown."
Nasir and Jasper both laughed.
"How do you know that girl, Jasper?" Nasir asked.
"Her boyfriend, Karl, is my best cameraman. He might be around here someplace," Jasper looked around. "Let's get a table. C'mon," he set off through the lounge and the suit jacketed men followed. Jasper swung past the bar on the way. "Hey, Jack. We're gonna find a table. Will you set us up?"
"Sure thing. Three?" the man behind the bar in red tux shirt and black pants asked.
"Yep," Jasper answered.
"You like the Swiss, right? And mint?" Jack remembered his customers well.
"You got it," Jasper confirmed.
"Something tells me he's been here once or twice," Garrett shared his observation of the obvious with Nasir as Jasper towed them toward the rear of the den. In the back they found an unoccupied table beneath a mural of the Imperial Romanov Eagle. What that was doing there was anyone's guess. Garrett took the banquette while Nasir and Jasper seated themselves in the medium backed arm chairs.
"I have never been anyplace like this," Nasir shared as he looked around.
"This place is an experience," Jasper gave a knowing nod.
"Hi, Jazzy," a waitress dressed much like the sentinel at the door greeted. This woman was equally buxom, but had blonde, mostly straight and substantially overprocessed hair.
"Ug. I hate when you guys call me that," Jasper lamented.
"I know," she made a scrunched up face. "That's why we do," the waitress proceeded to set up their table.
"Tina, these are good friends, Garrett and Nasir. I want the VIP treatment for them," Jasper introduced.
"I like how you roll, Jazzy. First time, boys?" Tina asked.
"We are virgins," Nasir stated with an amused smile.
"Be gentle with us," Garrett joined in.
"We love introducing new boys to the green fairy," Tina placed a tall fountain with four tiny spigots that gave off a central reservoir filled with ice water on the low table between them. Beneath three of the little faucets she placed a pontarlier glass, the lower bulbous sections of which were filled with a clear liquid. Jasper watched Nasir and Garrett with his lop sided grin as his guests watched the procedure unfold before them with fascination. Across the top of each glass was placed a slotted spoon and on that a sugar cube.
"My. It looks as complicated as a Japanese tea ceremony," Garrett observed.
"You like mint, Jack said," Tina last produced a pestle and mortar, and small bowl of mint leaves.
"Yes. I'll take it from here. Thanks, Tina," Jasper instructed.
"Enjoy," Tina set these final things on the table before Jasper, made a kiss face at him, and walked away.
"So, she's Hadley's incredibly annoying roommate, if you guys didn't get that already," Jasper placed some of the mint leaves into the mortar.
"She does seem to like pushing your buttons," Garrett assessed.
"Is this the absinthe?" Nasir pointed to the clear liquid in the bottom of the pontarlier glasses.
"It is," Jasper stated.
"Oh, now, why did I imagine it was green?" Garrett wondered aloud.
"Most absinthe is. The Swiss make a 'white' absinthe, which, in my humble opinion, is far superior," Jasper stated.
"We have a connoisseur, Garrett," Nasir smiled.
"It would seem so," Garrett agreed.
"I like mint in mine. Would you guys like some?" Jasper began to grind the leaves.
"I do not know what it tastes like," Nasir admitted.
"I read it's rather like licorice. I suspect it's a lot like ouzo," Garrett reasoned.
"There is flavor of anise, but it's nothing like ouzo," Jasper informed. "I should know. There's always ouzo in my house. Absinthe is also made from fennel and wormwood, hence the need for the sugar. And, hyssop flower, which is in the mint family," Jasper added the crushed up mint to the glass nearest him. He turned on the spigots to drip the ice water onto the sugar cubes and into their glasses. "Hippocrates prescribed hyssop to treat respiratory ailments, or so my Greeks tell me."
"How much water do we add?" Nasir asked. As a scotch drinker, he was ever mindful of the race to finish a good, iced tumbler of scotch while it was still cold scotch and not cool water laced with scotch.
"Quite a bit. Absinthe is meant to be diluted," Jasper continued to educate. "If you drank it the way it comes out of the bottle, it would probably kill you. It's like a hundred and eighty proof."
"Oh, my," Garrett raised his eyebrows.
"See how the water makes the absinthe turn cloudy as it mixes? The herbal aromas blossom and what we are left with, what we want to drink, is called louche," Jasper finished his lesson.
"Did you have to go to school for this?" Nasir teased.
"It does seem rather advanced, doesn't it," Garrett agreed. "Like a pharmacist or something."
Jasper laughed good naturedly. "Nothing like that. Just adventurous enough to try new things. And this is one I like to share. Now, guys," he stopped the water drip, set the spoons aside and handed Nasir and Garrett each a glass. "Fun new things with fun people."
"Here, here," Garrett agreed.
"I will drink to that," Nasir added and they all took a sip.
"Oh," Garrett was impressed.
"Allah," Nasir was wide eyed.
"It is rather licoricey, but so much more complex," Garrett gave voice to his thoughts.
"It is like drinking nectar from a flower!" Nasir enthused. "I like it!"
"I do too," Garrett took another sip. "Thank you, Jasper."
"My pleasure, guys," Jasper smiled.
"I wish Emmett and Sethy were here to drink this with us," Nasir expressed.
"I think Seth would like it, but I'm not sure Emmett would," Garrett surmised.
"He would," Nasir was certain. "Germans like licorice things."
"You know, I'm really glad Emmett and Seth have you guys," Jasper approved. "They're both among the very best people I know, two of my oldest friends. They deserve you guys and you deserve them."
"Thank you, Jasper," Garrett gave a nod. "We like to think so."
"You are very kind," Nasir smiled.
"I will always have a very warm place in my heart for your husband and your about to be husband," Jasper continued. "They were there for me during a pretty tough time in my life, when I really needed them."
"Was that when you came out?" Garrett asked.
"Yes. That was a rough, bumpy road to say the least," Jasper confirmed.
"I was chased through the desert by men who wanted to put a bullet in my head, when I outed myself," Nasir spoke casually.
"Maybe not as rough as that," Jasper conceded.
"Not as life threatening, perhaps, but equally traumatic, I"m sure," Garrett stated.
"There were many days when, without Seth's guidance and Emmett's comforting arms, I wouldn't have made it," Jasper shook his head.
"Fortunately for all of us, those two have those qualities in abundance," Garrett smiled.
"I miss those arms," Nasir confessed in a tone low enough that the others nearly didn't hear him over the music.
"And everything in between?" Jasper asked with a smirk.
"Everything. I so dislike being parted from him," Nasir expressed again.. "Every time he gives me those dimples, I want to eat his face off."
"It didn't work this time, because you didn't know in advance that you would be staying, but we will have to fly him out here for the weekends when you are stuck over," Garrett proposed.
"I hate to make him fly all the way here for so short a time," Nasir shook his head and took a sip.
"You think he would not want to do it? You know he would," Garrett assured.
"I would love it if he did," Jasper spoke up. "If we could pry him off your dick for an hour or two, we could do lunch, or this place, or something."
"My dick could spare him for an hour or two, while I recharge," Nasir smiled. "This is so good," he drained his glass. "We need another round," Nasir set his glass down and looked around for Tina.
"It's quite intoxicating, isn't it. Bewitching almost," Garrett considered his glass. "I am under the fairy's spell."
"Go slow, guys. The green fairy can expand your mind, but she'll kick you in the head while she does," Jasper warned.
"How we doing, boys?" Tina noticed Nasir and came over to check on them.
"Set us up again, please," Nasir reached into his inner jacket pocket for his wallet.
"No, no," Garrett did the same.
"Tina," Jasper handed her his credit card. "Their money is no good here," he borrowed Garrett's line.
"Sorry, boys," Tina took Jasper's card from him.
"VIP treatment, Tina. Keep 'em happy," Jasper instructed.
"I have a feeling you could make them happier than I ever could, but I'll keep the absinthe flowing," Tina quipped with a wink before she headed for the bar.
"What a perceptive girl," Garrett smiled.
"I can't believe you wore sandals," Seth complained from the front passenger seat of Emmett's black Range Rover Sport. Emmett had donned a pair of track pants that snapped closed on the sides from waist to ankle. Neither of them bothered with a shirt on the warm night. Emmett's thick Emirati gold cuff lay on Seth's dresser in the smaller man's bedroom, right beside Seth's necklace. Both men wore their rings, as neither of them were willing to take them off for any reason.
"Well, I don't have any black leather ankle boot slipper things, or whatever those things are on your feet," Emmett defended.
"You should be wearing combat boots to complete your look for this evening," Seth dictated.
"Oh, sorry, no combat boots in my closet either," Emmett continued. "Unlike you, my closet is not full of shit I would never wear."
Seth just rolled his eyes and looked out the window as they drove up Pike Street in Capitol Hill. "Oh, wow. Parking is gonna be an issue. Maybe we should have taken a cab."
"I'll find a spot someplace," Emmett was confident. Around the next corner and up Bellevue Avenue a block Emmett slipped into a space. Their destination could not have been more obvious as the two of them walked up Bellevue, both shirtless save for Emmett's harness.
"If anybody would have told me that I'd be walking around downtown Seattle in this getup," Emmett bemoaned.
"Be quiet, be hot, and be intimidating," Seth instructed. Emmett said nothing, but furrowed his brow in a mean scowl and leaned over Seth.
"Yeah, just like that," Seth approved. They rounded the corner to find a man waiting for them on the sidewalk in front of the Eagle. He was taller than Seth, but still a short man, in an open button short sleeved shirt and tight jeans. His expensive camera hung from round his neck in the open shirt.
"Hi, Dane," Seth greeted.
"Hi, Seth. Hi, Emmett," Dane smiled with a wave. "I didn't know you were a leather guy, Emmett."
"I'm so not, Dane. Halloween came early this year," Emmett joked.
"Oh, okay," Dane nodded.
"What are you doing out here?" Seth asked.
"To be honest, I'm a little nervous," Dane admitted. "Some of the guys I've seen go in are a little scary."
"Is it all leather queens?" Seth asked.
"No, but there are a lot of them," Dane qualified his answer. "I wore a jock like you told me to, but I don't know."
"Stick close to me, Dane," Emmett offered. "You can both be my boys for tonight. Anybody you don't want hitting on you, will have to come through me."
"Okay," Dane was relieved. "Thanks, Emmett."
"Emmy's the perfect cover in a place like this. He looks like a big, ferocious top, especially dressed like this. No one would ever suspect he's a big ole bottom," Seth outlined his plan.
"Oh, I wondered. I thought Nasir seemed like a top," Dane confessed.
"We bottoms can just tell," Seth agreed.
"Well, tonight I'm your top. So stay close. And since you're my boys, do as your told," Emmett added with a grin.
"That'll be the day," Seth gave a dismissive wave. "C'mon," he led the way into the bar and paid the cover for all three of them. They stripped down to their jocks and traded their pants, and Dane's shirt, with the big bear at the clothes check, for a small plastic sleeve with an elastic band to hold ID and cash. Emmett and Dane pulled these up their left arm, while Seth stepped into his and pulled it up his right leg like a garter. Of the three of them, Dane alone had hair on his chest, and then but a hint in the valley between his pecs.
The Seattle Eagle was a long, narrow, dingy place with two levels. One the first floor was a long bar, pool table, dance floor and DJ booth. Both floors were packed. Nearly everyone wore the promoted and requested attire of a jock. Many also wore a leather vest. A few even added leather chaps. Most men wore combat boots. A few wore knee high riding boots. The very serious even wore leather gauntlets or a single entire sleeve held in place by a strap that went across the back and attached to the other shoulder, under the other arm. DJVJ AJ spun music while, on this night, actual hardcore porn videos played on the monitors.
"Well, that's not a guy stroking himself," Emmett observed.
"Ha! Actually, he is!" Seth laughed. The twink in the video did in fact jack himself while a leather daddy twice his age and size pounded it to him.
"What is the appeal of that? I see nothing loving in what they are doing," Emmett watched the screen a moment.
"I don't get it either," Dane confessed.
"To each his own," Seth dismissed. "Let's get a drink."
"I begrudge no one the right to watch whatever gets him off. I don't get it, is all I'm saying," Emmett took Seth's hand, who took Dane's hand, and led them both through the crowd to the bar.
The two bartenders were both clad in proper attire. One wore a white jock while the other wore a black one, and both wore sneakers. Alex, the one in white, was built, but thin and had a few tattoos. Rod, in the black, had a little more meat on his equally muscular bones and was covered in tattoos, even on his shaved head. A select few were said to have discovered that his ink even extended onto his penis.
"What can I getcha, guys?" Alex was not overly friendly.
"I need a Heineken," Emmett began. He glanced back at Dane. "Make that two Heineken. And what other imported beers to you have?"
"Our only imported beers are Heineken and Corona," Alex answered.
"Then make that three," Emmett amended again. He extracted cash from his plastic sleeve and paid for their first round.
"Ask him where the owner is," Seth bid above the din.
"This is Seth Clearwater, Seattle Gay News. He'd like to see the owner," Emmett conveyed as he passed back their bottles.
"Keith's probably out back on the deck," Alex answered.
"Thanks," Emmett turned and led his boys through the crowded bar, across the dance floor and out the door onto the back deck, where it was significantly quieter. They didn't notice how much so many bodies had raised the temperature within the bar until they stepped out into the night air. It was still warm, but noticeably cooler than inside. The deck was far from empty, but the crowd was much thinner outside. Only a few tiki torches provided scant illumination. An L shaped rattan bar in a far corner was manned by a third bartender, Steve, who wore leather shorts in place of a jock. His was one of only three butts not bare at the Eagle that night. While there was just no room for bar stools at the bar inside, here there were rattan stools and the owner sat in one of them.
Keith was another big bear of a man with a military style buzz cut and trim goatee, all in steel gray. He wore a tight white tee shirt with his jock.
"Mr. Christensen," Seth introduced himself. "I'm Seth Clearwater, Seattle Gay News."
"Oh, yes. I recognize you from your pictures on the web site," Keith was friendly. "First time to the Eagle?"
"It is, yes. These are my friends Emmett and Dane," Seth continued.
"Well, from the look of all three of you, you boys sure could have a good time here tonight," Keith gave a knowing smile. He looked Dane over with just a little too much appreciation.
"No, they're with me," Emmett stated firmly.
"Too bad. I'm sure there are well over a hundred men in here right now who would love to get a bite of one of you," Keith appraised.
"Keith, may I call you Keith?" Seth returned to business.
"Please do," Keith was amiable.
"Keith, I would like to talk with you briefly about the WSLCB and Dane will take a few pictures while we chat. Is that alright?" Seth asked.
"Fire away, both of you," Keith approved.
Seth began his interview while Dane stepped back and snapped them from several angles. Emmett took a swig of his beer and looked around. He didn't pay attention to the interview, but would not stray from them. The flash from Dane's camera allowed Emmett to see, for the briefest moment, a gathering of men in the far, darkest corner. A muscular man, confirmed by the flash of subsequent pictures, wore one of those leather sleeves on his right arm, combat boots, and nothing else. He had dark, wavy hair just long enough that it could be tied back in a small pony tail. On the floor before him, seated on his butt with his legs spread wide, sat a much slighter and completely naked man. The seated man's hands appeared to be bound behind his back. The standing man had one booted foot on the submissive man's genitals, while, with a tight fist in the man's hair, he fucked his face. Each time he pressed down hard enough to cause his slave pain, he shoved his hard cock down the weaker man's throat to silence his cries. A mean sneer crossed the dominant man's face each time he did so. Three other men stood around them, erections out the sides of their jocks, stroking themselves. Emmett did not even realize that his pecs and biceps flexed as his muscles tightened, and his jaw set. He could not, and would not, ever do that to another person, much less the man he loved. And what was more, any man here with a mind to do something like that to Seth or Dane, would leave sorely disappointed, several teeth lighter if need be. Emmett was very glad he did not let Seth come here alone. He was just a naturally protective man and all Dane had to say was that he was nervous to be here. Emmett knew the predators here would smell that a mile away. He would make very sure Dane left here safely as well.
"Keith, that's what I needed. Thank you," Seth concluded. "My paper wants to give this as much coverage as possible. Dane will take more shots inside to capture the feel and energy here tonight, with your permission."
"I tell you boys what," Keith considered. "You take all the pictures you want, of anything you want. You email them to me first before you publish anything so I can exclude some if I feel the need. Okay?"
"That's more than fair. Thank you, Keith," Seth offered his hand and he and the bar owner shook.
"Steve, set these boys up another round on me," Keith commanded.
"Sure thing, boss," Steve was the least surly of the bartenders working that night and opened three fresh, cold Heinekens.
"Here you go, boys," Keith passed them out with a wink for Dane.
"Let's go back inside, Dane," Seth could see Dane was not comfortable with the older man's attentions. "Snap away."
Emmett took the lead and led them back inside. If it was possible, DJVJ AJ had the music even louder.
"I can get some good shots upstairs," Dane spoke into Seth's ear. Seth tugged on Emmett's hand and pointed upward. Emmett got it and led them toward the nearest stairs.
On the second level was a large cage in which two men danced. A tough, macho, muscular man in leather thong and cap entertained the cubs and bottoms, while a skinny, blonde, twink in a white fabric thong appealed to the tops. While this level was just as packed as the lower floor, the patrons gave the cage some space as they stood back and watched the dancers. Many signaled their approval as the tough top grabbed the twink, forcefully bent him over and ground himself into the smaller man's ass. Many of the men watching openly groped themselves. Some groped each other. Emmett escorted Seth and Dane past the cage to the rail that looked down on the first floor. Emmett held his beer while Dane took several pictures of both levels from this vantage point. Dane swung around to get a last shot, when he recognized people they all knew.
"Look who it is," Dane nudged Seth. Seth and Emmett both turned to see the reigning Power Bottom of Seattle walking toward them. Simon wore a black jock and black leather sneakers. At his side, his twinky deputy wore a yellow jock with a red label and red sneakers with yellow laces. While Simon was muscular and defined, if not very tall, Wayne was only slightly taller and blessed with the face and swimmer's body of a teenager. Simon had bright, intelligent eyes in his dark featured Amerasian face. Wayne had a strawberry blonde, all American boy look, and was carded everywhere he went. They were each accompanied by a bigger, hunky guy, both of whom had been promised a very fulfilling night in exchange for their escort services. Simon, with Wayne at his side and the two bigger men trailing, walked through the Eagle like he owned the place.
"Simon!" Seth bounced over to his successor.
"Hi, Seth!" Simon was equally happy to meet the man who taught him everything he knew. He happily took the darker man into his arms for a tight hug.
Seth gave Simon a kiss and moved to the waiting, smiling blonde. "Hi, Wayne."
"Hi, Seth," Wayne gave Seth a warm hug as well.
"Emmett, Dane," Simon had a kiss for each of them as well and Wayne followed suit.
"Guys, this is Kurt and Sam," Simon introduced.
"Hey," only Kurt managed more than a grunt. Both of them eyed Emmett with hostility. Kurt and Sam both wore jocks and sneakers. They were fairly tall and well built men who looked good without their shirts on. They were quite confident in their abilities as tops. But they didn't look like Emmett and were immediately threatened by him.
"Nice," Seth appraised Kurt and Sam as if they were no more than livestock chosen for their ability to stud. "A couple of nice specimens. I approve."
"Yeah, we thought so too," Wayne agreed.
"What are you guys drinking, Heineken?" Simon asked and turned to Kurt. "Get us a round," he instructed. Kurt and Sam both headed for the smaller bar in the corner of this floor to obey.
"I don't think they like me," Emmett observed with amusement.
"Well, I do," Simon countered. "You look fucking hot like this," he ran a hand over Emmett's right pec and traced the strap of the harness. "Too bad you don't like to share that dick. And that you're married. Wait a minute. You're not actually married yet, not for another couple of weeks. Sure I can't persuade you to ride my ass?"
"I'm sure, Simon," Emmett smiled and nodded.
"What about Kurt?" Dane asked.
"Sorry, Kurt who?" Simon countered and Wayne giggled.
"Kurt actually looks promising," Seth evaluated the man as he stood at the bar handing bottles to Sam.
"Yeah, he is. He's been trying to get a date for a long time," Simon revealed as Kurt and Sam walked back to them. "Rumor has it he's pretty good," he accepted his Heineken from Kurt. "I'll be the judge and let you know."
Kurt smiled and took a healthy swig of his beer. He liked hearing confirmation that this little hottie, with the perfect little round ass, would be his tonight.
"Hey, let me get shots of everyone," Dane requested.
"Yeah!" Seth enthused. "Get one with me and Emmy first," he instructed. Dane took one of the two of them, one with Seth and Simon, and one with Seth, Simon and Wayne. When Kurt and Sam heard Dane was taking these pictures for Seth and his paper, they made themselves temporarily scarce. Kurt was a corrections officer at the King County jail and Sam worked for Seattle Code Enforcement. Neither of them would take the chance that someone would see them dressed like this, in a bar like this, as they were very much not out at work.
"How about one with all of us?" Emmett suggested. "Dane, get your hot little body over here."
"I'll take it," Kurt offered.
"Thanks," Dane lifted his camera from around his neck and handed it over.
"Emmy's Angels," Seth joked. "Ha! We should do that. Get a serious one and then lets do silly poses around Emmy!"
"Yeah, lets do it!" Wayne was all for that idea. The first big group photo was a simple shot of Emmett in the center with Seth and Dane on his right, and Simon and Wayne on his left.
"Oh, I know!" Seth very carefully posed everyone for the second shot. Emmett stood in a wide stance. Dane squatted down, wrapped around Emmett's right leg, with the pouch of his own jock pressed against Emmett's calf. Dane held his face, and tongue, on Emmett's hairy thigh. Simon hung on Emmett's right above Dane with with his hand on Emmett's big, right pec, while Emmett held him close. Emmett looked to his left with a confident smirk and flexed his huge bicep for Wayne, who closed his eyes while he kissed it reverently. Seth squatted down, wrapped around Emmett's left leg, with his packed leather jock pressed against that calf. Seth shook his long hair forward and gave his most alluring and sensual face. He held onto Emmett's inner thigh with his hand between Emmett's legs, wrapped around from behind. His fingers touched Emmett's bulging, almost tied closed package. Were it not Seth, it would have been much too close for Emmett's comfort. Simon's left hand and Wayne's right were not visible in the picture as they had each palmed a rock hard McCarty glute.
"Okay, Kurt, go," Seth instructed. Kurt clicked the picture and when he checked the screen nodded with a most satisfied smile. Seth bounced away from Emmett to check the picture.
"Yay!" Seth clapped his hands. "I can't wait to see all these." Emmett looked around as the boys unwound themselves from him and discovered that their little photo shoot had garnered them more attention than any of them wanted.
"Hey, can we get a picture with you?" the spokesman of two college age kids in jocks and leather collars asked.
"Sorry, guys," Emmett smiled politely. "This was just for my friends."
"Are you a model?" the second twink asked.
"Go ahead, Emmy," Seth urged. "You guys have a camera?"
"Use my phone," the one who spoke first handed it to Seth.
"Sure. Strike a pose, boys," Seth held up the cell.
"Oh, my God! Look at his big feet!" twink one enthused.
"Hey, we saw a guy getting his feet licked on the pool table a little while ago. Can we do that to you?" Twink two asked.
"Ha! Told ya," Seth found this very amusing.
"You may not," Emmett was firm. "Let's just take this picture."
The twinks conformed their bodies to Emmett's sides, one under each arm. Emmett was not able to muster a smile for this shot. Just as Seth snapped it, hands grabbed his full jock pouch and each of his bare butt cheeks. This was not the casual touch of friends. They groped, front and back.
"Okay, that's enough," Emmett extricated himself from the grasping bottoms.
"You are so hot. We would worship you with just our tongues all night if you would let us," twink one gave a last ditch effort.
"Ever have two guys lick your dick at once till you shoot off?" twink two added.
"See these two?" Emmett pointed to Seth and Dane. "These are my boys. They are the only ones who get to lick me tonight, or any night."
Seth gave a self indulgent smile, tossed his hair over one shoulder, and held out their phone.
"Lucky bitches," the first grumbled as he took back his phone.
"I'll bet he fucks like a stallion," the second complained as they melted back into obscurity in the crowd.
"His husband does," Seth giggled.
"How do I let you talk me into this shit?" Emmett looked down on his little best friend with a furrowed brow.
"We're gonna walk through the rest of the bar and then probably head out. Gotta make the rounds," Simon stated.
"Kisses," Seth leaned up to kiss Simon again. He understood completely.
"We're not staying much longer either," Emmett gave Simon a hug and kiss.
"Night, Sexy," Simon reached for Dane.
"Night, Cutie," Dane embraced Simon warmly. Farwells were exchanged with Wayne and the two escorts, and Simon's entourage headed for the back stairs.
"Are we done?" Emmett asked.
"We came to see and be seen," Seth began. "And we have. We came to get my interview and for Dane to get some good shots. We've done that too. So, yes," Seth drained his bottle. "I would say that we are. What about you, Dane?"
"I was ready to go before you guys even got here," Dane confessed.
"Okay, time for me to take my boys home," Emmett put his arms around Seth and Dane. "I just turned down two guys licking my dick together till I shoot off," he pulled them both close. "Somebody's gotta do it."
"Oh, you think I won't?" Dane looked up at Emmett. "You'll have to peel me off your jock next."
"Ha!" Emmett gave his booming laugh. "I don't think Nasi would like that."
"He's fucking hot too! We'll do him next. He just has to wait a few minutes," Dane considered. "Make that an hour or so. We'll take our time licking your dick. Won't we, Seth?"
"If I wanted this oxen, I could have had him eons ago," Seth gave a dismissive wave.
They reached the front stairs to descend to the street level. Emmett let go of them to lead them down, when a loud voice halted them from behind.
"Hey! I want to talk to you," the gruff, deep voice made itself heard even over the loud music.
When Emmett saw who it was, he just instinctively moved Seth and Dane behind him. "What do you want?"
"I'm Gary," the man who was not quite as tall or muscular as Emmett, introduced himself. The last time Emmett saw this man, he was abusing a smaller man in a dark corner of the back deck. His victim stood behind him. The submissive man was taller than Emmett originally thought, now that he was on his feet. His brown hair might have been gelled into some semblance of order at one point, but with rough men gripping fistfulls of it tightly during the course of the evening, it was a tangled mess now. He stood behind Gary with his eyes cast down and only stole glances in Emmett's direction. He had multiple piercings in his face, rings in both nipples, his belly button and probably more further down. In the hand of the arm not encased in leather, Gary held a leather leash attached to the dog collar his slave wore around his neck. Emmett noticed leather cuffs on the submissive man's wrists that could be clipped together. He was sure they had been the last time he saw this man. Both men wore used, dirty looking jocks.
"Emmett," he gave his name warily. Neither Emmett nor Gary offered their hand. Emmett puffed up his already massive chest. He knew this man was sizing him up as a competitive predator.
"Nice to meet you, Emmett," Gary gave a smile meant to be disarming. "These your boys?" he gestured to Seth and Dane.
"They are," Emmett confirmed.
"This is my boy, Spike," Gary held up the leash.
"Hi, Spike. You okay?" Emmett asked. The slave looked to his master for permission to speak.
"Answer the man," Gary tugged on the leash.
"I'm better than okay, sir," Spike's face lit up. "I'm good. Very good. And I'd be more than happy to show you, if you'd be willing to make me."
"I don't think so," Emmett shook his head. "And please don't call me sir."
"My boy is very well trained. He'll call you sir, or he'll answer to me," Gary asserted.
"Well, he has no reason to call me sir," Emmett stated firmly.
"Oh, yes he does," Gary disagreed. "He'll address a master properly or I'll bust him in the mouth."
"Not in front of me, you won't," Emmett's hands, a moment ago gently and lovingly on his friends' shoulders, transformed into powerful and formidable weapons.
"Let me just get a good look at your boys," Gary ignored the obvious threat.
"You never mind my boys," Emmett commanded.
"You must have the sweetest morsels in here tonight, Emmett," Gary assessed as he looked the nearly naked Seth and Dane over. He openly groped himself and licked his lips while he appreciated the view. "What fine little asses!" Gary read the look on Seth's face. "I don't think you treat them with as firm a hand as they need. I could show them what true respect for a master really is! Give me a night with one, or preferably both of them, Emmett. You won't be sorry. However well trained they may be now, however obedient they are to you now, they'll be doubly so when I get through with them," Gary boasted proudly.
"That is never, not ever," Emmett stressed, "going to happen. This conversation is over."
"Too fucking right," Seth could not hold his tongue. "Let's go, Emmy."
"Hold up, hold up," Gary put a hand on Emmett's arm to restrain him.
Emmett stopped, looked down at the hand on his arm and back to Gary's face. "You looking to lose that hand, friend?"
"I didn't come here to fight," Gary let go of Emmett and held his hands up. "I came here to strike a deal with you."
"I am extremely not interested," Emmett stated.
"I'll trade you Spike for the night, in exchange for just one of your boys. You pick which one if you won't let me," Gary made his loathsome offer. "I'd rather have this one," he gestured to Dane, "but I wouldn't mind teaching this one to keep his yap shut."
"Huh!" Seth stood with his arms folded across his chest.
"Absolutely not," Emmett stated with conviction.
"Spike will serve you well. I just had him suck three of my buddies off out back on the deck. He swallows like a good boy. If you want more than that, take him home, strap him into a sling, and gag him to keep him quiet. And he can take more than your cock in his hungry ass. He can take you damn near to your shoulder and he'll drink your piss when he's done," Gary outlined Spike services. He gave a yank on the leash. "Tell him!"
"I would love to be used by you, sir," Spike looked at Emmett with obvious desire. "I would love for you to fuck me and fist me, and piss in my mouth."
"Spike, you seem like a nice guy," Emmett put a kind hand on Spike's shoulder. "If you get pleasure from that, then I wish you well, but I am not going to be a part of it," he looked back to Gary and continued in a much more forceful tone. "And nobody will ever lay a finger on my boys, but me."
"How about just for an hour? What I could do to one of them in just an hour!" Gary looked Seth and Dane over and licked his craven lips again. Seth wore a bored expression. He made it clear that he was not impressed. Dane, however, wore an expression that conveyed his apprehension. Emmett watched the predator get a sniff of Dane's fear and saw barely contained hunger paint his face.
"I'll fuck this little muscle boy standing up!" Gary grabbed his dirty pouch.
"Not a chance," Emmett remained firm.
"How about we all just go out back?" Gary pushed. "I'll have Spike suck your dick while we talk. I'm sure we can come to an understanding," he smiled, very confident in himself. "If we don't, by the time Spike makes you come, we'll forget the whole thing," Gary thought himself more than reasonable.
"No," Emmett was flat.
"Emmett, I'm not making myself clear," Gary's tone changed and he puffed his own chest up. "I don't take no for an answer."
"Buddy," Emmett leaned toward Gary in his most menacing stance, "you just did."
"I think it's way past time to go," Seth mustered his most bored tone as he regarded the nails of his left hand. "Dane?"
"Yes. Very yes," Dane agreed with a strong nod.
Emmett gave Gary a long warning stare. "C'mon, guys," he said even as he continued to stare at Gary. Finally Emmett turned his back on Gary and Spike. He put his hands on Seth and Dane's shoulders and made them walk in front of him so that they would continue to be in his immediate sight. They descended the stairs to the ground floor in this manner and went directly out to the clothes check. Once they were back in track pants, sweats and Dane's jeans and shirt, they exited to the street.
"Thanks, Emmett," Dane expressed his gratitude and relief. "I might be tied to a tree out back by now."
"Like you wouldn't enjoy that," Seth teased with a wave of his hand.
"I'm not opposed to being tied up, in theory, but not by that guy!" Dane cocked a finger over his shoulder.
"Can I get out of this thing now?" Emmett tugged at his harness.
"Yes," Seth reached for the buckle beneath Emmett's left pec. "Help me, Dane."
Dane didn't mind helping with that one bit as his fingers brushed against Emmett's right pec. In but a moment they had the straps open and Emmett pulled it off.
"There," Emmett held it in one hand and rubbed his chest with the other. "That's better. Where are you parked, Dane?"
"I'm up here on Bellevue," Dane pointed.
"Okay, good. So are we," Emmett said as they set off down the street. He wanted make sure they saw Dane safely in his car before they got into theirs.
Nasir and Garrett knocked back three drinks to every one of Jasper's. Their host tried to warn them that the absinthe was going down a little too easily, but he could see they were having fun. The more Nasir drank, the more his mouth ran.
"I thought I was going to freeze to death on that snowmobile! I wanted to do it. It was great fun, but I thought I was going to die," Nasir blathered on, only slightly slurring his words. "And we did it again, we all did, when we went to Telluride. Did Edward tell you about our ski trip? He went with us. Emmett and I took the lead. Emmett was driving. I think I would be afraid to drive it. He took the turn too fast," Nasir started to laugh.
"Oh!" Garrett joined in.
"What?" Jasper asked, not in on the joke.
"Emmett took the turn too fast!" Nasir repeated, holding his stomach.
"Poor Seth," Garrett shook his head. "It's not funny! I'm still mad at him for that," Garrett tried very hard to keep a straight face and then burst out laughing again.
"What happened?" Jasper asked again.
"We took the turn much too fast," Nasir explained. He wiped his eyes as he was laughing so hard he started to cry. "We leaned into the turn and just made it. No one else did. Little Sethy flew right into a snowbank!"
"He did?" Jasper tried to picture that.
"It swallowed him right up," Garrett added. "It's not funny!" he made a fist, though he could not stop laughing himself.
"If you could have seen him pop his head up out of the snow!" Nasir leaned back in his chair and brought his knees up to his chest he guffawed so hard.
"Oh my God, I would have paid money to see that," Jasper smiled.
"I thought Emmett was going to pee himself," Garrett wiped at his eyes as well.
"Edward landed on Leah. Melinda fell off too," Nasir relayed.
"Leah?" Jasper enquired as casually as he could. He tried not to let the association of a female name to Edward darken his brow.
"Sethy's sister," Nasir answered. "Edward was driving their snowmobile. She held onto him so tightly that she took him right off of it with her."
"Oh, I remember Leah! I met her for the first time at your wedding, Garrett. She seems nice," Jasper answered.
"She is wonderful," Nasir stated.
"She is," Garrett agreed.
"I credit her with making me comfortable with women," Nasir nodded to himself.
"What do you mean?" Jasper did not get it.
"Where I am from, men do not socialize with women at all. Not even the married men," Nasir explained. "We are forever separate in social settings. Men and women, even married couples, rarely even eat together in their own homes. Leah always made a point to talk to me, to hug me and kiss me. It was very nice for me, getting to know a woman. And then in Telluride, she really pushed my boundaries."
"Oh!" Garrett laughed again. "I remember the look on your face when Seth and I came out!"
"What happened?" Jasper pressed.
"It was our second night. Emmett and I went out to the hot tub first. We are all adults. We decided we did not need bathing suits in our own private hot tub," Nasir expounded.
"Seth insisted," Garrett clarified.
"I'll bet he did," Jasper smiled.
"He did. So we went out first. It was snowing and so cold! But it was nice once we got in," Nasir continued. "It was amazing for me to feel it snow on me."
"It sounds really nice. I can just imagine the view in the mountains," Jasper tried to picture it. "Warm in the hot tub, a cold beer in your hand, watching it snow. It sounds really great. I wish I could have been there."
"I know Edward would have liked that. Edward and Leah were the next ones to come out. Leah dropped her towel and there right in front of me was a naked woman for the first time in my life," Nasir relayed.
"Traumatized were you?" Jasper smirked.
"Not yet at that point," Nasir held up a finger. "She said something about, breaking me in or something, and then snuggled in between us! She even put her hand on my leg! I did not know what to do."
"Then Seth and I came outside," Garrett took up. "One look at his face and we knew what was going on."
"Sethy rescued me. Leah moved back to Edward. Then Justin and Melinda came out," Nasir drained his glass and signaled to Tina to set them up again.
"Justin and Melinda?" Jasper asked.
"Oh, sorry, my brother and his wife. Stephanie's parents," Garrett answered.
"Oh, right. Of course I remember them," Jasper shook his head.
"Ha!" Nasir laughed again. This time neither Jasper nor Garrett knew why.
"Ever since we were all naked together in that hot tub, Melinda refers to Garrett as Justin's younger brother, instead of his little brother," Nasir let that implication set in. Garrett looked up toward the ceiling as Jasper gave a knowing nod.
"How nice for Seth," Jasper smiled.
"I think I keep him happy," Garrett asserted.
"From the emails he's sent me, I'd say you can be sure of it," Jasper assured.
"Ah, here is Tina. Thank you," Nasir expressed as she set up two more glasses with spoon and sugar cube.
"You're welcome. Ready for another, Jazzy?" Tina asked.
"I'm gonna be good for another few minutes," Jasper answered.
"The fairy sure welcomed you boys with open arms," Tina set the ice water to drip on their sugar cube.
"Well, look at 'em, Tina. What fairy wouldn't want a couple of hot guys like these?" Jasper jested. Nasir, Garrett and Tina all laughed.
"How have we never tried this, Garrett?" Nasir wondered. "We should make this the place we come every time we are here. I love this place! Oh! We should get one of these water drippy things to take home!"
"It's called a fountain," Jasper tried to help
"I wonder if that's wise," Garrett drained what remained of his glass and set it beside the new one that was yet filling. "I do believe I'm enjoying this just a little too much."
"I am enjoying it immensesly. Immensersly," Nasir stopped trying to say immensely and just began to giggle.
"I can tell, because I can't feel my face," Garrett wore a bemused smile as he poked at his own cheek.
Emmett parked in his space beside his partner's McLaren in the parking garage beneath their building. There was no one about as they walked to the elevator. They took the lift directly up to the fifteenth floor. There was nothing Emmett would need from his home. Seth let them into his penthouse and locked the door behind them.
"Well, that was fun," Seth commented as he led the way toward the master bedroom suite.
"I'm just very glad I was with you guys," Emmett stated. Seth stopped in the middle of his bedroom and dropped his boy size sweat pants. Beside him, Emmett did the same. Seth unzipped the tiny zipper on his left hip that held his leather jock in place and peeled it off.
"Shew, there. That feels better," Seth rubbed himself and luxuriated in the feeling of freedom.
"Me too," Emmett untied his bow, pulled the laces and let his meat flop out into the air. "I feel like I've been taken prisoner," Emmett let the jock fall and stepped out of it. He bent to pick it up and held it for a moment as he regarded it.
"Yes, I am more than sure Nasir will love that on you," Seth answered the question he knew was coming. He gave a snicker. "But not for long."
"When I see him, I won't fit in this for long," Emmett declared. "Say, would you mind?"
"It's yours," Seth smiled. "So what do you want to watch?" he walked to the dresser directly across from the big bed to retrieve the remote. "A movie? Catch up on Drag Race episodes? Our vampire and werewolf show?"
"Oh yeah, let's watch that," Emmett enthused.
"Go grab us a couple of beers," Seth bid as he touched the button on the remote to make the big flat screen rise up from within what looked like a big dresser.
"I feel like such a rube with my flat screen just mounted on my wall," Emmett walked out of the bedroom.
"Philistine!" Seth called after Emmett.
When Emmett returned to the master bedroom, Seth still stood in the middle of the room, still just as naked as he was.
"Hey, where are my sleepover boxers?" Emmett asked as he handed Seth his Heineken.
"In my drawer," Seth pointed. The television was on and he scrolled through the recorded shows. "Grab me a pair too."
"I will do that," Emmett set his beer on the top of the tall dresser where, in one of the lower drawers, Seth's underwear was stored. He slipped on the boxers he left here for just such occasions and then grabbed a much smaller pair of Seth's, and his bottle. Emmett pushed the drawer closed and turned back to the bed. He was not expecting the sight that greeted him. "What the?"
Seth was up on his bed on his knees, bare ass spread and pointed in Emmett's direction. His shoulders and face were down on the mattress, though he was turned to be able to see Emmett. "Just waiting for you to take me, big, strong, tough, top guy, sir, with your dick, or your fist, or your leg, or whatever you want," Seth tried very hard to keep a straight face.
"Ha!' Emmett gave his booming laugh. "Kitchen sink?"
"Sure, whatever you want. I'm your obedient little slave boy," Seth finally giggled.
"I know, how is that even sex?" Emmett mused. His face lit up. "Oh, my God, hold that pose! Where is my phone?" Emmett set his beer and Seth's underwear down and retrieved his cell from his sweat pants. "I so have to send a shot of this to Garrett."
"Hee! Why didn't I think of that?" Seth loved that idea.
Emmett carefully lined up his shot and took the picture. "Naked little Native butt," Emmett snickered. "You know something, Sweetie?" he asked as he called up Garrett's number and typed a quick note. "I've never seen you from this angle before, and I kinda hope I never do again."
"Shut up," Seth climbed off the bed and walked over to Emmett. He grabbed Emmett's boxers and pulled them down. "Your turn."
"You want to take a picture of me like that?" Emmett asked.
"Whatever pose you want me to send your man. Butt in the air, get a hard on and wave it at him, throw your legs in the air," Seth listed options as he pulled his cell from his discarded sweat pants.
"Okay," Emmett snickered. He stepped out of the boxers and flopped himself down on Seth's bed. "How's this?" Emmett rolled onto his back, lifted his legs and hooked his hands behind his knees. He raised his head to be able to smile at his camera man.
"Perfect! Ha!" Seth clicked the picture and proceeded to text it to Emmett's partner. "Nasir's gonna go nuts."
"Can we get ready for bed now?" Emmett asked as he dropped his legs and stood up from the bed.
"I love that you're not exactly soft either. Nasir will for sure notice that," Seth smirked.
"Just thinking about getting in that position for him will have me raging in another ten seconds," Emmett slipped his boxers back on.
"I've never seen you from quite that vantage point before either," Seth knitted his brow. "It was a little weird."
"Yeah, it was," Emmett agreed. He picked up Seth's boxers and held them out to him.
"You've got a nice ass. Not as nice as mine, obviously, but still," Seth took his underwear and stepped into them.
"You wish you had half this ass," Emmett teased.
"I do have half your ass, and twice the dick!" Seth bounced around the bed and proceeded to pull it down.
"You are little bigger than me, but nowhere near twice my size," Emmett corrected.
"Volume, Emmy, volume," Seth stressed.
"You've got an inch or so on me, and maybe a little girth, maybe," Emmett stated.
"There's no maybe about it. Wanna compare?" Seth wagged his eyebrows.
"We've seen each other hundreds of times," Emmett put the pillows so that he could sit up in the bed.
"Maybe we should send them pictures of us hard?" Seth wondered aloud as they both crawled into bed. "Oh! And get them to do the same!"
"Where does that end? We jack each other off on camera for them too?" Emmett smirked and took a swig of his beer.
"They might like it," Seth gave a shrug.
"I wouldn't," Emmett shook his head.
"Well, I don't want your dick in my hand either, but I would do it for them," Seth stated.
"That would just be beyond weird," Emmett shook his head. "Let's just watch our show."
In answer, Seth pointed the remote and started the digital recording as he took a swig of his beer.
"Hey, you think if I were a werewolf and you were a vampire, we'd still be friends?" Emmett asked.
"It's much more likely that I would be the werewolf," Seth countered.
"How do you figure?" Emmett asked.
"You're huge already. It's too obvious. I can see you now, all red eyes and teeth. Besides, I'm Native," Seth pointed out.
"I thought your people were supposed to be descended from Eagles," Emmett attempted to clarify.
"We are. But there are other Native American tribes whose creation myths have them descending from wolves. If you didn't know me, you wouldn't know the difference," Seth explained.
"Well, I'm glad I do," Emmett put his arm around Seth's bare shoulders and pulled him closer.
"And to answer your question, I do think we would still be friends. I'd be the kind of wolf that snuggled up with my vampire friends," Seth made himself comfortable against Emmett. "As long as they didn't try to bite me."
Emmett opened his mouth wide and made a great growl as he pulled Seth even closer and leaned down over him. Seth pulled his legs up as he squealed and giggled.
"I'm gonna eat your whole head," Emmett threatened.
"Okay, we're missing our show," Seth stretched out again.
"Hey, why haven't we heard back from them?" Emmett looked at his silent phone on the bedside table.
"It's after three there. They're probably in bed. I'm sure we'll get a call just as soon as they wake up and see the special presents we sent them," Seth was confident.
"Yeah, I'm sure you're right," Emmett took a swig of his Spaten. They were then finally quiet as they watched their favorite television program together.