Doggy Style

Lumberjack

Antony's POV

Jose was behaving oddly. Usually he was bright eyed and bushy tailed, if a bit sore, after we had sex. But this time he seemed upset, annoyed, and a whole bunch of other negative moodlets. He didn't even dance in the car when his hookup at Jack-in-the-Box gave him an extra helping of curly fries. "Babe, are you alright? You seem kinda down in the dumps."

Jose shrugged as he stuffed curly fries into his mouth. "I'm just worried. About Russ, I mean."

I nodded in understanding. Jose kind of saw Russ as a do-over for how everything went with his own little brother, so it was easy to see why he was so apprehensive when it came to Russel's well-being. "I'm sure he's fine, really. He is pretty absent-minded, but he's a smart kid."

"Well, evidently, he's not smart enough to not bring a collapsed naked man that was on his lawn into his house." Jose retorted as he sank back into his seat, his arms folded across his chest.

I clenched my jaw with the realisation that there actually could be someone dangerous at Russel's house. He could actually be in trouble. "Well, shit..."

"Yeah, I know. I just don't understand why he doesn't think before doing things like this. I mean, the guy on his lawn could be a serial killer for all he knows....for all we know, too." Jose shuffled back up in his seat before glancing at me. "If we go any faster than we already are, will we get pulled over?"

I shook my head. "We're five below the speed limit. I'm willing to risk one below, but anything faster than that is out of the question."

Jose nodded slightly, his hands slowly drifting back into his lap. "Do it."

Accelerating would take a good three minutes off of the time it took to get to Russel's place, but it didn't make Jose any less worried. He was fidgeting: twiddling his thumbs, tapping on the dashboard, fiddling with the volume on the radio, and lots of other stuff. It bothered me, seeing him so uneasy, made me feel antsy, like we were driving to our deaths or something.

After Jose changed the channel for the thirteenth time, I grabbed his hand and set it back in his lap. "Babe, calm down. You're acting like there are ants in your pants. I'm sure that Russ is fine. He's....probably not as dumb as you think. Like half as dumb as you say he is."

"That's still pretty fuckin' dumb. You are misunderestimating how stupid I think he is." Jose snorted at my failed attempt reassuring him.

"Babe, I don't think that's a real word. It's just underestimating." I replied, watching as he tapped onto his phone's touchscreen. I still don't know how he afforded that damn thing.

Jose flashes me his phone, which is on the Google Drive app, and grins smugly. "Really? Because spell check recognizes it as a word."

I snatch his phone out of his hand and toss into the back seat. "Well, spell check is a fuckin' cumslut and should keep its metphorical mouth shut."

"Hey! Don't throw that! I fucked three people at the same time to get the money to buy that shit!" He cried out as he unbuckled and launched into the backseat.

"You know what, babe? I really didn't need to know that. So I'm a-gonna just keep on drivin'."

"You do that, O slave of mine." Jose replied as he wrapped his arms around my neck from behind the chair and smooched my right cheek.

"Shut up, manwhore." I retorted as we approached Russel's neighborhood.