Lined up across the washing machine lid were another dozen dicks.
He knew. James just knew that he was going to be finding tiny peens around the apartment for the next few days. Weeks if Jackson had gotten really creative.
Getting a load of sheets and his blanket into the washer was first. Next, he cleaned his bedroom, including a quick dusting and vacuuming. He’d had to pick up nine more tiny plastic dicks.
The shared bathroom in the apartment needed a scrub down and James was sweating by the time he finished. Another ten dicks.
Where had Jackson gotten all of these. This was bordering on ridiculous. James added the penises from the bedroom and bathroom to the pile on the kitchen counter.
It had only been thirty minutes.
James could get some more done.
Coming home after his shift to a clean and quiet house would be relaxing and make it easier to unwind.
James passed Scott’s room heading into the living area. He wouldn’t go into Scott’s room since his brother deserved privacy. James wasn’t the nosy snort. Plus, it might be funny to see Scott find all the little presents that Jackson had left behind.
He gathered the blankets he’d used to sleep on the couch and exchanged his laundry. His bed stuff into the dryer and those from the couch into the washer. As he was sorting the blankets, something small and red fell to the tiled floor. James droppedthe blankets into the washing machine and closed the lid before bending and picking up red cloth.
Michael had worn the cape when he demanded that Finn make him fly like a superhero.
James rubbed the cloth between his fingers. Silky. Soft.
Looking to the right and left even though he knew he was alone in the apartment, James just wanted to see what it felt like. Seeing Michael giggle and play had been the moment that jealousy had filled James.
Michael had been so happy.
James wanted to be happy. Even though he thrived in training and kept himself busy, it was hard to relax when he wasn’t pushing himself. Somehow, in the last year, James had forgotten how to have fun.
If he wasn’t careful, James would end up like the cranky professor across the yard. That would be awful. James didn’t want to be a bitter asshole. And it wasn’t like anyone needed to know. James would wash it and have it there when Michael brought Scott home.
Swinging the cape around his back, he clipped the two ends at his throat. He twirled, making the cape dance in the air.
Okay, that was kind of cool.
James eyed the distance from the small laundry closet through the kitchen and into the living room. It was a straight shot. He couldn’t help the huge grin on his face as he backed up to the wall.
No one would ever know.
He pushed off the wall, running through the kitchen and slid into the living room.
Holy shit! It really was like flying.
James jumped onto the couch and bounced as Taylor Swift sang in his ear. Laughing manically, he leaped off the couch, flapping his arms and sliding around the living room. The cape flowed behind him. This was amazing!
* * * * *
Jacob
He’d done it again. Every single fucking time Jacob was alone with James, he tried to talk with the young man and ended up sounding like the biggest asshole on earth.
Staring out the window above the kitchen sink, Jacob had the perfect view from his house to the small apartment over his garage. Jacob had been renting out that apartment to students since he’d first moved into his house. The housing market in Surf City was crazy expensive and while Jacob had no issue with money, he knew that wasn’t the same for everyone. Especially scholarship students.
After seeing Scott’s academic achievements, his GPA, and application for entry into the university, Jacob had known that the kid was brilliant and needed a helping hand. He’d just not expected Scott to bring his twin brother along. Or the immediate attraction he’d felt to James. A young man the same age as most of his students.
At no time in his entire career had Jacob been attracted to a student.
Even though Scott and James were twins, they were very different. They carried themselves differently, spoke differently, and had entirely different personalities.
