Spuds
~Shannon Pearce~
A Beau to Beau Erotic Romance
Copyright 2010-08-28: Beau to Beau Books
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Included in: Spuds
1. Openers
2. Introduction
3. Spuds
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Intro:
Mike and Trevor have been each other’s lifeline, confidante, and partner in “mischief” for as long as either of them can remember. When Trevor asks his best bud to open a business with him, Mike quickly agrees, bringing his carefree and somewhat reckless attitude with him to work every day. The much more mischievous of the two, Mike secretly advertises that their business includes doing “odd” jobs. Trevor knows that Mike is up to something, but Mike is Trevor’s best friend, so he overlooks his buddy’s wayward ways. Trevor is waiting and watching, however, for Mike’s carefree ways and mischief making to go a little too far and get him into something that even Trevor may not be able to get him out of.
Book Content:
The Drayson boys, Mike and Trevor, had grown up together and had gone into business together. They were now the proud owners of a very small moving and storage business. Everyone had just assumed that the two of them were brothers because they looked so much alike. But Mike and Trevor were not brothers. They had combined their last names, in a way, when they had opened their business. Mike’s last name was Drayberg, and Trevor’s last name was Richardson, which had somehow formed the name Drayson. The two fun loving boys had done it as a joke at first, but then they had decided that they kind of liked it, and over the years it had “caught on”, and the Drayson boys were off and running.
Mike and Trevor had never really planned to be big businessmen. They were just a couple of guys who had grown up together, and despite their contrasting personalities or perhaps because of them, the two had seemed to mesh well. Everyone liked the Drayson boys, despite their mischievous ways. The two young men didn’t have to look for mischief. Mischief just always seemed to find them. But there wasn’t a day that went by that the two of them didn’t have at least a little fun together.
Mike really wasn’t much of a businessman, and had never quite grown up, at least according to Trevor. Mike was the one who was usually “found” by mischief, and Trevor was usually the lucky guy who had the privilege of getting his good friend out of his too numerous to mention “sticky” situations. Trevor had often joked that he was not unlike one of the guys at the circus who had the wonderful privilege of walking behind the elephants and cleaning up their messes. Mike was a people person and much preferred being out in the public, meeting the customers. He let Trevor take care of what he considered to be the more mundane aspects of the business.
“Hey, Mike. Can you help a man who just moved to town hang some pictures in his house this afternoon?” “Are you kidding me? When did we become those guys, Trevor, you know, the jacks-of-all-trades, the handymen of this town?” Trevor sighed. “Who knows, Mike? The customers love us, though, and money is money.” Mike really didn’t mind doing odd jobs. If the customers were willing to pay the prices that were usually charged for bigger jobs, the Drayson boys didn’t mind doing these odd jobs at all. Besides, it was Mike who had secretly advertised that the Drayson boys did these odd jobs, and it was Mike who actually did these odd jobs, for the men customers that is. If a woman called, Mike would somehow make up some excuse to try and get out of it. Trevor could do those jobs, he told himself. Mike had thought that he was doing a pretty good job of keeping his little secret from Trevor, but Trevor knew what Mike was up to. Trevor usually did know what Mike was up to, but Mike was Mike, and Mike was Trevor’s best friend. “What’s the man’s name, Trevor?” “Let me look. It is a Mr. Petrowski. Here’s the address.” Mike looked at the piece of paper. Mr. Petrowski lives in one of the new homes out by the lake, Mike thought. Mike was intrigued. To Mike, there were no straight men. There were only men who hadn’t yet met Mike. “See you later, Trev. Don’t wait up,” he teased. Trevor watched as Mike left, wishing that he had maybe a tiny bit of Mike’s carefree attitude about life.