About One Lucky Fucking Redneck - A Jarheads Short

by Sean Michael
15 pages / 4600 words
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc

Sometimes Rig just gets in a bad mood. When things don’t go right at the doctor’s office, he gets out of sorts and needs his ex-Marines to set him right. Good thing Rock and Dick are more than willing to dot he job. They know just what Rig needs to make his bad days better, and they’re perfectly capable of turning his frown upside down. Will they be able to make it all better for their lucky redneck?

Sample

Rig locked himself in the office right after breakfast -- he had a bit of a hangover, a touch of a headache, a buttload of paperwork to do, and absolutely no fucking patience. It was a good room: coffeepot, leather sofa, stereo, big ass desk, its own phone, a great view, even a little half bath.

He might just stay in here until tomorrow, until the work was done, or until his crabby-assed mood disappeared. One way or the other, he was not inflicting it on his boys. He started pot of coffee number three and changed the CD from Garth to George Strait.

Rock had knocked earlier and then he'd sent the kid to knock, but Rig ignored them both. It was for their own good. It surprised him a little, that they'd given up after just one try each.

He was pouring himself a cup of coffee when he saw why. Outside his window, naked as the day they were born, were his ex-marines. Arms wrapped around each other as they kissed.

Rigger chuckled, shaking his head. If anyone had bet him five years ago that those two would be involved in a serious, butt-ass-naked liplock under the sun itself, why, he'd not even have the shirt on his back.

They were two good-looking sons-of-bitches, too, both built like brick shit-houses. No wonder he kept them.

He found a spot at his desk where he could watch and still at least pretend to work. Whether they were looking to give him a free show or it was just happy coincidence, there was no reason not to appreciate it.