Parker Williams

Tolly & Jasper: The Reunion

Tolly & Jasper: The Reunion

It had been a long day. Tolly worked late, so I had to order dinner for us. Stupid no using the kitchen rule. But, I got our favorite lasagna from Teccadaro, so that made it a win. Filling and cheap, which was always a bonus.

“Good night, Tolly,” I said as I flicked off the lights.

“Good night, sweetheart,” he replied on a yawn. “Oh, before I forget, your phone rang while you were in the back. It was your mom, saying she’s going to be in town tomorrow and wants to stop by to see you. I gave her the address and directions on how to get here.”

Tolly & Jasper: How they met

“And how long is he gone for this time?” Connor asked, sipping from the root beer he’d asked for when he arrived.

Why I’d let him in was beyond me. I knew it was stupid, but like Tolly said, I wasn’t good on my own.

“Two weeks,” I griped. He’d only been gone for few days, and already I realized my penis pillow, as plush and purple as it was, was a poor substitute. And that was why, when Connor showed up at the door, all smiles and chatty, I’d done the stupid thing and let him in. Now I was regretting my choice.

“Wonder how many guys he’s going to fuck while he’s gone this time,” Connor muttered.

“None,” I assured him. “Tolly loves me.”

Tolly & Jasper: Tolly’s Boy

Tolly & Jasper: Tolly’s Boy

 

“My penis came!”

I dashed down the hall, oversized box in hand, doing my best not to trip, until I got to the kitchen. Tolly sat at the table, holding his tablet and shaking his head. He seemed to do that a lot.

“Tolly!”

He closed his eyes for a moment and drew in a deep breath. He exhaled, then opened them, giving me a super-sweet, but really fake smile. I knew, because I’d seen my fair share of them in the past.

“Have we not, on more than one occasion, talked about shouting in the house, Jasper?”

Yup, that’s me. Jasper Andrew Michaelson. Honestly, I preferred the nickname the kids had given me when I was younger. Jam. How awesome is that? Well, at least until I found out that it wasn’t just because of my initials. It was the fact that I was always in trouble of one sort or another. Was it my fault people didn’t know how to have fun?