Oliver Carter and Alex Kof know a mark when they see one. The second that fancy city-boy rolls up with his slick haircut and big-city confidence, they can tell he’s going to get burned if he’s not careful. Overconfidence like that is loud, and he has no idea who he’s dealing with. Still, they play along with River’s plan, watching from the trailer window as the guy digs himself deeper with every word. No need to rush. There’s plenty of time to kill before the hammer drops. And it doesn’t help that spring’s coming early this year. The little mobile home is warm and humid, baking in the sun. Oliver and Alex are shirtless, sweating, posted up like they’ve got nowhere to be and nothing to prove.
Two good-looking trailer boys, a quiet afternoon, and a plan already in motion. So they do what comes naturally. They lean in, touch each other’s muscular bodies, and let the moment stretch on just like the bulges in their jeans. Because when the guy is already on the hook, sometimes the smartest move is to enjoy the wait. And if it feels good, why the fuck not?