Double Dare
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She would pay for this…
Unfortunately it would have to wait until later because right now he was fucking exhausted. Late last night after working a twelve-hour shift he’d decided to pick up some overtime and now he was paying for it. He put his cellphone in his back pocket and forced his feet to carry him up the stairs and into his room and somehow managed to make it into his bathroom.
He stripped out of his uniform and took a quick shower, knowing that he only had a few hours before he was expected at his parent’s house for dinner. His mother would understand if he was too tired to make it, but he wanted a chance to catch up with his brother Danny tonight and see how he was doing.
A few hours and he should be good, he bullshitted himself as he set his alarm clock. Yawning, he dropped his towel, pulled on a pair of boxers and crawled into bed. By the time his head hit the pillow he was already dreaming of sweet revenge.
*-*-*-*
“Do you think he’s going to sleep all day?”
“Probably,” the painfully familiar voice said before adding, “inconsiderate bastard.”
Without opening his eyes, he said, “I have a gun.”
“You’d be lost without us,” Jason said, sighing heavily just as Darrin registered someone sitting on the bed next to him on his right.
“Get the fuck out,” he groaned, too exhausted to put in the effort that it would take to beat the shit out of his cousins and drag their lifeless bodies out back.
But of course the annoying bastards from hell ignored him.
“Pass the remote?” Trevor asked as he felt the bed dip on his left, letting him know that the two most annoying bastards on earth now had him trapped. A few seconds later he heard what sounded like the game playing in the background.
“I’m trying to sleep here,” he muttered against the pillow.
“Shh, we’re watching the game.”
“Get. Out,” he bit out, praying that this was all just a horrible dream.
“The game just started,” Jason said around what sounded like a mouthful of food, letting him know that his cousins had most likely cleaned him out before they came up here to bug the shit out of him.
“Besides, it’s not time to leave yet.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked around a heavy sigh as he rolled over onto his back just in time to see his cousins finish off the last of his potato chips.
“You need to go shopping,” Trevor pointed out as he tossed the empty chip bag aside and grabbed a bag of cookies off the nightstand.
“You really do,” Jason murmured in agreement as he tossed his empty bag aside and grabbed a box of Lucky Charms.
“Why exactly are you here?” he asked, rubbing his hands down his face as he sat up.
“It’s Sunday. Where else would we be?” Trevor asked with a snort of disgust as he tossed the empty cookie package aside and grabbed the bag of peanut butter M&Ms that Darrin kept for Marybeth.
“Anywhere but here,” he said, sitting up against the headboard as he struggled to stay awake.
“We came to give you a ride,” Trevor said around a handful of M&Ms.
“I don’t need a ride,” he said, yawning even though he’d already decided to call one of his brothers for a ride tonight before he added, “And you weren’t invited.”
“We don’t need an invitation,” Jason reminded him, because his parents, much like the rest of their aunts and uncles, never turned family away.
“Then why are you here?” he asked, giving up and closing his eyes.
“Besides giving you a ride?” Trevor asked before saying, “To help you.”
“I don’t need help,” he mumbled around a yawn, wondering what it would take to make them leave.
“You really do,” Jason said with a long-suffering sigh.
“With what exactly?”
“With Marybeth,” Trevor said, making him chuckle, because if there was one thing that he didn’t need help with, it was Marybeth.
“It’s not necessary,” he said, not in the mood to have this conversation, especially not with the two cocky bastards eating all his food.
“It really is,” Jason said around a mouthful of cookies. “You’re going about this whole thing all wrong.”
Sighing, he reached over and shoved Jason off the bed.
“You bastard!” Jason gasped from where he’d landed on the floor.
“Get out,” Darrin said as he flopped back down on his stomach and decided to ignore the bastards and go back to sleep.
“We’re here to help you, asshole.”
“I don’t need any help,” he mumbled against the pillow, wondering when they would just give up and leave.
“Look,” Jason said, getting back up and sitting on the edge of the bed, “we love Marybeth. We do, but there is something seriously fucked up with your relationship.”
“It’s fine,” he bit out, already missing the peace and quiet that went along with keeping their relationship a secret.
“They don’t have a relationship,” Trevor said, sounding bored. “They’re fuck buddies.”
“We’re not fuck buddies,” he bit out as he grabbed a pillow and pulled it over his head, hoping that it would be enough to block the meddling bastards out.
“Really?” Trevor asked in a mocking tone that was going to get the shit kicked out of him.
“Really!” he snapped, because they weren’t just fuck buddies. This was going somewhere, he told himself. It was either that or admit that his cousins might be right, which was something that he refused to do.
Unfortunately it would have to wait until later because right now he was fucking exhausted. Late last night after working a twelve-hour shift he’d decided to pick up some overtime and now he was paying for it. He put his cellphone in his back pocket and forced his feet to carry him up the stairs and into his room and somehow managed to make it into his bathroom.
He stripped out of his uniform and took a quick shower, knowing that he only had a few hours before he was expected at his parent’s house for dinner. His mother would understand if he was too tired to make it, but he wanted a chance to catch up with his brother Danny tonight and see how he was doing.
A few hours and he should be good, he bullshitted himself as he set his alarm clock. Yawning, he dropped his towel, pulled on a pair of boxers and crawled into bed. By the time his head hit the pillow he was already dreaming of sweet revenge.
*-*-*-*
“Do you think he’s going to sleep all day?”
“Probably,” the painfully familiar voice said before adding, “inconsiderate bastard.”
Without opening his eyes, he said, “I have a gun.”
“You’d be lost without us,” Jason said, sighing heavily just as Darrin registered someone sitting on the bed next to him on his right.
“Get the fuck out,” he groaned, too exhausted to put in the effort that it would take to beat the shit out of his cousins and drag their lifeless bodies out back.
But of course the annoying bastards from hell ignored him.
“Pass the remote?” Trevor asked as he felt the bed dip on his left, letting him know that the two most annoying bastards on earth now had him trapped. A few seconds later he heard what sounded like the game playing in the background.
“I’m trying to sleep here,” he muttered against the pillow.
“Shh, we’re watching the game.”
“Get. Out,” he bit out, praying that this was all just a horrible dream.
“The game just started,” Jason said around what sounded like a mouthful of food, letting him know that his cousins had most likely cleaned him out before they came up here to bug the shit out of him.
“Besides, it’s not time to leave yet.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked around a heavy sigh as he rolled over onto his back just in time to see his cousins finish off the last of his potato chips.
“You need to go shopping,” Trevor pointed out as he tossed the empty chip bag aside and grabbed a bag of cookies off the nightstand.
“You really do,” Jason murmured in agreement as he tossed his empty bag aside and grabbed a box of Lucky Charms.
“Why exactly are you here?” he asked, rubbing his hands down his face as he sat up.
“It’s Sunday. Where else would we be?” Trevor asked with a snort of disgust as he tossed the empty cookie package aside and grabbed the bag of peanut butter M&Ms that Darrin kept for Marybeth.
“Anywhere but here,” he said, sitting up against the headboard as he struggled to stay awake.
“We came to give you a ride,” Trevor said around a handful of M&Ms.
“I don’t need a ride,” he said, yawning even though he’d already decided to call one of his brothers for a ride tonight before he added, “And you weren’t invited.”
“We don’t need an invitation,” Jason reminded him, because his parents, much like the rest of their aunts and uncles, never turned family away.
“Then why are you here?” he asked, giving up and closing his eyes.
“Besides giving you a ride?” Trevor asked before saying, “To help you.”
“I don’t need help,” he mumbled around a yawn, wondering what it would take to make them leave.
“You really do,” Jason said with a long-suffering sigh.
“With what exactly?”
“With Marybeth,” Trevor said, making him chuckle, because if there was one thing that he didn’t need help with, it was Marybeth.
“It’s not necessary,” he said, not in the mood to have this conversation, especially not with the two cocky bastards eating all his food.
“It really is,” Jason said around a mouthful of cookies. “You’re going about this whole thing all wrong.”
Sighing, he reached over and shoved Jason off the bed.
“You bastard!” Jason gasped from where he’d landed on the floor.
“Get out,” Darrin said as he flopped back down on his stomach and decided to ignore the bastards and go back to sleep.
“We’re here to help you, asshole.”
“I don’t need any help,” he mumbled against the pillow, wondering when they would just give up and leave.
“Look,” Jason said, getting back up and sitting on the edge of the bed, “we love Marybeth. We do, but there is something seriously fucked up with your relationship.”
“It’s fine,” he bit out, already missing the peace and quiet that went along with keeping their relationship a secret.
“They don’t have a relationship,” Trevor said, sounding bored. “They’re fuck buddies.”
“We’re not fuck buddies,” he bit out as he grabbed a pillow and pulled it over his head, hoping that it would be enough to block the meddling bastards out.
“Really?” Trevor asked in a mocking tone that was going to get the shit kicked out of him.
“Really!” he snapped, because they weren’t just fuck buddies. This was going somewhere, he told himself. It was either that or admit that his cousins might be right, which was something that he refused to do.
