“Oh, but your hair. You’ve certainly
inherited that from your Uncle Henry. Come here, let me fix
it.”
Mason lost it completely. He couldn’t lie
still, he was laughing so hard.
The two eventually quieted, Parker settled
back down against Mason’s chest, Mason content to cuddle the bigger
boy. The silence was broken when Mason’s stomach rumbled.
Parker laughed softly. “I guess we ought to
get up so you can feed your belly.”
“Yeah. Wanna go out to eat? That way I can
show off my car.” Realizing his comments could be insensitive, he
quickly added, “Sorry, Parker, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know, bud. You’re just used to having nice
things. It was natural for you to say it.”
“I’m sorry.” Mason gave Parker a squeeze.
“It’s cool.”
Neither teen made an effort to move from
their comfortable embrace. However, Mason’s stomach had other
ideas, letting out another, and louder, groan.
Parker propped himself up on one elbow and
regarded Mason with a serious expression.