They stood under a single streetlight as the wind blew the snow almost horizontally. Kimo reached in his pocket and held a hand up. “Come on, it’ll make you feel good.”
Dylan shook his head. “Did I drink too much at dinner? I don’t see anything.”
“It’s invisible. I had a hell of a time rolling it.” He put the imaginary cigarette between his lips and used invisible matches to light it as a trooper’s car pulled up.
Officer Washburn stepped out, securing her hat. “Oh, it’s you guys. I saw you fall down and wanted to see if you’re okay.”
They laughed. Dylan greeted her with a grand smile. “Officer Washburn, we’re fine. How nice of you to check on us, and nice to see you again.”
She stepped closer. “You gentlemen okay?”
The guys glanced at each other and smirked. Kimo held his hand toward her with thumb and index finger pinched. “Yeah, we’re cool. We were just smoking a joint. Want some?”
She titled her head like a confused dog, but half a smile crept to her face.
Dylan cut in. “If you don’t see it, Trooper, it’s because it’s invisible. Kimo lit it with invisible matches.”
She laughed and crossed her arms. “Unless you have a medical marijuana card, I’m going to have to write both of you an invisible ticket.”
Dylan reached in his pocket. “Here you go, ma’am.” He held out an invisible card.
She inspected it. “Sorry, guys. This expired yesterday.”
They all laughed until her radio blared.
“Dispatch to Unit 912. Accident report.”
She grabbed her portable radio from under her raincoat and turned her back to the storm. “Go ahead to 912.”
A bland dispatcher’s voice returned, “Three-car accident, no injury, blocking the road. Westbound Highway 126, near the Three Rivers Casino driveway.”
“Nine-twelve, copy. Five minutes away.” She turned to them. “I have to go. Thanks for the laugh.”
Kimo wasted no time and extracted his business card from under his rain gear. He passed it to her. “Do they give you business cards?”
She lifted the flap of her uniform shirt, smiled, and handed her card over while making eye contact with one, then the other. Her smile exposed her gorgeous teeth. She jumped in her car, stole a final glance toward them, and headed north with emergency lights on.
Kimo gloated. “She digs me, Dylan. She wants me so bad. She’ll call me within seventy-two hours.”
Dylan shook his head. “She’ll only call you to get my number.”
Kimo took a drag from the invisible joint and passed it to Dylan.
Dylan sucked hard on it. “Maybe she wants both of us.” He passed the joint back. “You ever done a three-way?”
Kimo drew a long, slow drag. “That would be so hot, her, you, and me. I bet it takes two men to please her. She’s sexy.” He draped his arm around Dylan again and squeezed. “You’re pretty athletic, too.” They finished the joint and headed back to their room.
* * * *
Dylan teased, “Come on, hurry up.” He nudged Kimo’s arm, making it harder to unlock the door. Dylan got a faint whiff of musk cologne. Once inside, Kimo spun and lifted Dylan under the armpits and tossed him on the bed.
“Dude, you’re a strong fucker.”
Kimo towered over Dylan. “You’re light. How much you weigh?”
Dylan stood, and they both shed their rain gear. “I’m five-foot-five inches, one hundred thirty pounds. Body fat of nine percent.”
Kimo drifted toward the quaint, Franklin style wood stove. “I weighed one fifty when I was twelve. I’m going to start a fire. I love fire.”
Dylan stared at the sexy hunk. His words gushed out. “I feel like I’ve known you a long time. Thanks for being so cool. To tell the truth, I was nervous about spending the night with a stranger.” He patted Kimo’s back then went to his suitcase for his toiletry bag. “Kimo, the bed is big. We can share it.”
Kimo stood as the fire intensified. “You sure, bro? I know you’re shyer than I am. I’m used to sleeping bags.”
“Yeah, I’m good with it. I promise not to molest you.” Dylan’s face warmed.
Kimo burst into laughter. “You made yourself blush with that one.”
Dylan slapped his own forehead.
Kimo said, “It’s okay, you’re cute when you blush.” He pulled Dylan into a full body hug.
Dylan turned away in exaggerated embarrassment and buried his face in his hands. He took deep breaths to recover. Kimo’s cute comment excited him.
“Bro, I feel like I’ve known you a long time, too. Do you mind if I get comfortable?”
Dylan turned around. “Sure, do what you want.”
Kimo stripped to just his briefs. Dylan’s gaze fell to his bud’s red trunk style briefs with a white waistband. The bulge seemed well above average. Dylan stripped to his briefs, black with a blue waistband. He caught Kimo’s lingering look.
Kimo yanked his laptop from his bag. “Got some work to do.” He took it to the tiny table in the corner.