Last week, in Moving Forward, an understanding was reached between Marshall and Lee concerning Dustin - and with not fixing Marshall up with him. This week, their trip begins with the journey to Galveston. How will that go, being in close quarters for four hours? Find out in this week's episode! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers to see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Denver and Dustin arrived bright and early the morning they
were to leave for Galveston. Marshall and Lee were already up and had loaded
the car with what they needed. Roy was there as well. He’d come by for coffee
while making his rounds. Marshall knew he just wanted to make sure everything
was okay with them and see they got off safely. While they were gone, he would
keep an eye on the house and collect the mail and any packages.
“You should come with us,” Denver teased him, as he loaded
his stuff in the trunk of Lee’s sedan.
Roy just laughed. “Maybe I would if I was looking for Mr. Right,”
he quipped, “but I don’t see much chance of Miss Right being there, do you?”
“Maybe that’s a sign you should switch teams?” Lee suggested
with a grin, which only earned him a snort from Roy.
“And what if I told you the same thing?”
“I’d tell you I already have Mr. Right.” Lee put an arm
around Marshall’s waist, and Marshall’s heart swelled at the gesture. He stole
a glance at Dustin, whom he’d barely exchanged two words with so far. The blond
was just hefting his suitcase into the trunk. When he pulled back, he tossed
his head to get the hair out of his face, and their eyes met. They stared at
one another for a long moment. Dustin was the first to break away. He shoved
his hands in his pockets and leaned against the car, his eyes trained on the
driveway.
Marshall couldn’t help but remember he’d told Lee he’d try
being friends with this guy. Maybe Dustin wasn’t really interested in him.
Maybe he’d misread all the signs. If Dustin wanted to be friends, let him make
the first effort. Until then, Marshall would be polite, nothing more. Once they
got on the boat, hopefully, they wouldn’t see one another. Or at least any more
than they could help.
The weather was typical for March in Texas, already a slightly
cool sixty-five degrees. Lee had told him it would only get better once they
got to the Virgin Islands. Marshall looked forward to swimming in the ocean, on
the private nude beach. Maybe they’d get lucky and find enough privacy to make
love on the sand. Just in case, he’d made sure to pack plenty of lube, along
with some of their toys, to be used in their cabin. Lee had laughingly asked
didn’t he want to do any sightseeing or did he plan to spend the whole trip
flat on his back. Marshall had blushed as he replied that the best sight he
could possibly hope to see was Lee above him, making love to him.
That earned him a kiss.
Marshall sat beside Lee in the front seat, while Denver and
Dustin had the back to themselves. Marshall scooted as close to Lee as he could
get. He reasoned this was typical behavior on his part, so Lee wouldn’t think
anything of it. Lee gave him a quick scrutinizing glance, but he didn’t say
anything. When he laid his hand on Marshall’s thigh, Marshall relaxed and
turned the radio to their favorite country station. Willie Nelson filled the air.
There was no big rush to get to Galveston, with the early
start they’d gotten, so after a couple of hours they stopped to put gas in the
car. Then they bought some spicy fried chicken with sides of coleslaw and
biscuits which they took to a rest area located just off the highway.
They sat at one of several picnic tables located beneath a
grove of shade trees. The gentlest of breezes blew, barely ruffling their fast
food bags. Above them, wisps of clouds dotted an otherwise clear blue sky. A family
sat nearby, a couple with two children. The children begged to play, and the
parents gave their permission. Marshall watched them scamper to the small
playground, each taking custody of one of the swings. He remembered he’d had a
swing in his front yard, a long time ago. A tire that Lee had put up for him.
Lee had spent many hours pushing Marshall on that swing. Marshall smiled at the
memory.
“Think of something funny?” Dustin’s voice intruded on his
thoughts. Marshall forced himself not to scowl.
“Just thinking about something,” he said, his gaze fixed on
the kids at play. “A swing I used to play on, long time ago.”
“The tire swing?” Lee asked, and Marshall nodded.
Marshall looked at Lee, and he knew Lee was remembering the
same thing he was. Nothing more needed to be said, at least not in front of the
others.
Marshall rose from the table and stretched. His back cracked
in response. He’d been cooped up too long, he needed to move around. “I think
I’m gonna stretch my legs,” he announced. There was enough wooded area to make
a walk worthwhile before he had to sit through the rest of the drive to
Galveston. He started to ask Lee if he wanted to come with, but Dustin spoke up
before Marshall could get the words out.
“I’ll walk with you,” he volunteered. “I could use the
exercise myself.”
Marshall wanted to tell him he could find his own way, but
he remembered his promise to Lee, so he grudgingly replied, “Okay.” He glanced
at Lee. “Coming?” With Lee along, it wouldn’t be so bad, and Dustin would be
less likely to get out of hand, assuming he even wanted to.
“Naw, you go ahead,” came Lee’s surprising reply. “I’ll keep
Denver company.”
Marshall realized there was no help for it, so he accepted
the situation with what good grace he could muster. But, just for good measure,
he made sure to lean down toward Lee and kiss him long and hard. Let there be
no doubt who he belonged to in Mr Dustin’s head.
“Okay,” he said afterward, and walked off. Let Dustin catch
up.
to be continued
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