“Fuck this job” , is what both of them said on the fifth night at the house.
A week with a single client meant huge pay, but it also meant sitting around bored as fuck for a week.
But hey, it meant they had an excuse to do nothing for a full week. Laze around in the car, take edibles, drink until their livers were crying for mercy. As long as they did it all in the car, the dude would have no idea, and they’d get their huge week’s worth of pay for doing jack-shit.
Even Adam had given up on taking this client seriously. He was on his sixth beer of the night, feet kicked up on the dashboard, chugging that bottle down while leaning back in his seat. It was the first time since joining the team that Jonah had seen Adam like this. It didn’t take long for both of them to reach the point where they were quietly laying back in their seats, too stoned to care about carrying on a conversation.
Jonah, eyes red and bloodshot from the edibles, decided to break the silence again with the first thought that came to mind, something he’d never say sober. “What would it take for you to kiss a guy?”
Adam’s head flopped to the side so he could look at Jonah. “What?”
“Don’t you ever think about it?”
“I guess. Sometimes”
“So would you do it?”
“If I’m drunk enough, maybe.”
“How drunk?”
With a delirious grin, Adam knocked back the rest of his beer in one swig. “This much,” he said, and before Jonah could question what he meant by that, Adam leaned forward and forced their mouths together.
It was a sloppy kiss that reeked of booze, but Jonah was too high to care.