“Damn, you actually got a job,” I said, scooting closer to him. “You like it?”
“Eh, it’s okay. Not as fun as my cosplay porn idea, though.”
“Oh yeah. About that…”
“Don’t tell me yer already gettin’ cold feet.”
“I’m not a camera person, and I don’t like making private stuff public—especially my privates. You should ask Adam if he’ll do it. Sounds like something he’d enjoy.”
“Hell no. That prissy little shit would probably want more than half the profit.” A jagged grin parted his thin black lips. “Plus, it’s hotter with you.”
I flushed and gave him a playful shove. “You’re trying to butter me up to make cheap porn with you.”
“Is it working?”
“Kinda.”
His hand slipped around my waist. “Ever had sex on the beach?”
“No, and it sounds like an awful experience.”
He pulled me closer to him, his warm tongue circling the crook of my neck. “It’s fun.”
“Someone’s gonna see us.”
“It’s after two in the morning, Cody.”
“Someone could still be walking around.”
He pushed me against the sand before climbing on top, pulling down his hood. “If they’re out this late, they’re drunk and ain’t gonna care.” Roscoe’s tongue slipped into my mouth, and his clawed finger hooked through the drawstring of my shorts, pulling the fabric away, leaving me exposed.
“Fine. Just try not to get sand in my ass.”
A light drizzle pattered against the tin roof of the small beach house, and the three of us sat in front of the television scarfing down pizza. I was approaching my limit after the third slice, but Roscoe and Darryl were already halfway into their second pies, furiously smacking as drool roped from their mouths. I had to turn up the volume of whatever show was on just to cover up the unwanted ASMR.
“Can you guys eat a little quieter?”
“You try eating with a dog mouth and see how quiet you are,” Roscoe said, sputtering some of the pizza he was in the middle of chewing.
“At least chew with your mouth closed.”
“Can’t,” Darryl chimed in, taking another bite. “I’ve tried. It doesn’t work out too well.”
I tossed my crust into the box, and Roscoe immediately snatched it up before tossing it into his mouth.
“What are you, twelve?” he asked. “Want me to start cutting the crust off yer PB and J, too?”
“Pizza crust is just a handle for the edible parts,” I said before leaning back against the couch. We were all sitting on the floor since Darryl didn’t have a table inside. Lightning cracked the sky, pulling my attention to the window. “It’s supposed to rain all week.”
“It’d be perfect surfing weather if it weren’t for the damn lightning,” Darryl said, his lighter tone masking his irritation. He had been going stir crazy, sometimes going outside for a few minutes before coming back completely drenched.
“Why don’t we do something tonight?” Roscoe said, closing the empty pizza box before leaning back to scratch his stomach. “Lots of bars downtown.” He gave me a half grin, and his tail pounded the floor. “Lots of…karaokebars.”
“I don’t sing in front of people,” I said. “And I don’t want to have to listen to you bark out more songs like you did the other morning.”
“You heard Roscoe sing, huh?” Darryl asked.
“Yeah. He woke me up with it.”
