(Original Blog Post:
http://www.jetmykles.com/2009/11/unedited-excerpt-two-man-team/)
Formerly titled,
Team Player.
FYI, this story is a big spoiler for
One For The Team. If you haven't read it and don't want to know what happens, stop here.
OFTT is a m/f story. This story is about Jason and Davey, two of Jen's best friends. I assure you, it becomes m/m.
Here's a taste of the first chapter as it now stands. Takes place right after Jen and Ken's wedding.
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Very unedited excerpt, ©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
They’d all figured Jen could handle it. None of them had intended to change their friendship or turn it into anything long term. Just friends having fun. Then Ken had thrown a wrench into the works. Or, as he claimed, Jen had mucked it up by sleeping with Jason, Bart and Davey but refusing to sleep with Ken. Jason had to admit, that would have ticked him off too. Looking back on the one night when the five of them had been together, Ken was the only one who hadn’t done more than kiss Jen. Of course, she’d stayed the night when him when the rest of them had gone home. That was the night Ken had seen the proverbial light and asked Jen to marry him. Jason was happy for them. He was. Looking at them now, he wondered why no one had seen that they were meant for each other before.
But. That didn’t help him tonight. Clearly, if he was going to find companionship, he would have to go elsewhere.
Setting his glass down on the pristine white tablecloth, he stood. Jen and Ken were busy so he chose not to bother them. He’d already bestowed his congratulations on the happy couple and he’d see them at work on Wednesday anyway since they weren’t going on their honeymoon until November. Bart would be busy elsewhere in the restaurant since it was open for business tonight as well.
Where was Davey? The little snot was his ride home, which was the only reason he was still drinking. Last time he’d seen the other man had been when there were still people dancing on the miniature floor. That had to have been an hour or so ago. As he meandered toward the door leading out of the banquet room, Jason pulled out his cell and sent a text to his friend:
Where r you?