The sun was sinking toward the horizon by the
time Parker and Mason made it back to the cabin.
“What’s for supper?” Parker asked.
“Dunno, what would you like?” The gleam in
Parker’s eye told Mason food wasn’t foremost on his boyfriend’s
mind. “Horn-dog!”
“What can I say, you’re so irresistible.”
“And you’re so full of s**t. Mom packed some
burgers and hot dogs, if you want those.”
“What about really getting back to the wild
and catching our own supper?”
“Huh?”
“Fish, Mase, fish. You know, those slippery
wet things that live in the water just outside.” Parker pointed his
thumb in the general direction of the lake.
“Uh. Well, I’m not sure if it’s still trout
season “
“Come on, man, live dangerously. Who’s around
to see us and call the cops, anyway?”
Mason knew he was alway
