Someone sent me a picture of a little dog standing on the back of a man and they told me it reminded them of Jess and Tippy. It sparked this little ficlet. It's a Thanksgiving piece. There might be a second piece written.
Title: Ten Years Ago
Characters: Ken/Jess
Series: Unlikely Friends
Jess did not wake in a good mood. And the four little paws on the middle of his back wasn’t making his mood any better. The little ball of fluff that had been his father’s dog didn’t understand the concept of personal space. Especially when one was pissed off. Tippy thought her mission was to cheer everyone up.
Well, Jess wasn’t going to have any of that! He didn’t want to be cheered. It was Thanksgiving, damn it! Scowling, he stretched one arm behind him to gently hold the dog. With Tippy secure, he rolled over and settled her on his chest.
“You know this is going to be a disaster, don’t you?” He scratched behind her ears. “What the fuck was I thinking? I don’t know how to cook a turkey!”
“Already planning your defeat, huh?”
“Shit, you scared me!” Jess groused as Tippy jumped down to wag her tail at Ken. He watched as Ken bent down and picked up the pup. “You’re up early.”
“Everyone’s going to be here by noon and I wanted to watch that video on how to cook a turkey again. It doesn’t seem that hard.”
Jess glared at his husband. He quickly dropped his gaze when he started to harden. Ken was sexy as sin standing there holding that fru-fru dog. He hardened more when Ken chuckled. Ken knew him too well.
“Get out of bed, boy! We’ve got a turkey to cook. We don’t have time for games this morning.” Ken turned to leave, but before he got out of the door he tossed over his shoulder, “But go commando. I’ve plans for your ass later tonight.”
Jess wondered if they could call everyone and cancel. Then they could get to Ken’s plans with his ass sooner rather than later.
“Out of bed now! Or I’ll be the only one having fun with that ass. With a belt.”
At the threat, Jess jumped out of bed. That belt could bring pleasure or pain. Jess much preferred the pleasure it could bring. That thought stopped him. Ten years ago, when he’d first met Ken, all he wanted was the pain. Oh, he still liked the sting of that strip of leather, but now he wanted the pleasure too.
He padded barefoot to the bathroom to relieve himself. Gawd, how things had changed. Ten years ago, he would have found a new home for Tippy. Instead of finding a new home, he found a new groomer for the dog. One who didn’t put ridiculous little pink bows in her hair. The groomer he found had little bandannas.
Once finished, he stepped over to the sink. Washing his hands, the scent of sandalwood tickled his nose. The soap had been a gift from Lane. Lane, the event planner who had planned his and Ken’s wedding. Lane, who with his partner, Bill, had become one of their closest friends.
Stepping back into the bedroom, Jess slipped on his jeans, sans boxers, then pulled on a tee-shirt. He walked to the closet and picked out a button-shirt. Ten years ago, he wouldn’t have given a shit what he wore on Thanksgiving. But ten years ago, he didn’t have shy Joux and his partner, Dare, coming over for dinner.
Dare and Joux weren’t just “coming over”. They were supplying almost the full meal. He and Ken were cooking the turkey but the other two men were bringing over all the fixings that go with it.
Dare ran a small diner that was closed this holiday. He’d said he felt lost without being able to cook. And Joux had been homesick and wanted to bring some of his family’s favorite Louisiana dishes. So all he and Ken had to do was cook the bird.
Lane and Bill were bringing the entertainment. Lane was bringing the little Karaoke machine, Bill had given to him as a wedding gift. Jess was going to corner Lane early and remind him that he was not going to sing! He’d wash with the scented soap. He’d wear a button-down shirt. But he was not going to sing!
Walking to the kitchen for his first cup of coffee, Jess stumbled and stopped. Ten years and so much in his life had changed. For the better. He had Ken. He had a fluffy little pup who wore bandannas. He had friends. And he was thankful.
End
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