Jason Gets A Job

Lars nearly walked into a pole. He was so distracted by the attendant, or rather the snug jeans sitting low on the attendant's ass.

"Yo, midget-- where you going?"

Lars cringed and spun to address James' bellow. "To get a Snickers bar! Just sit your ass down!" Ok, now he had ass on the brain... hell, when did he not? This time he could blame it on the sight before him. Somewhere in his mind, Lars worried that James' yell would distract the gas attendant from what he was doing. That would be a shame. Green eyes drank in the scene: tight jeans, slim ass, strong thighs if anything could be told from the outline. Almost familiar thighs, but then maybe Lars had been staring too long.

Emerging from the A-Plus moments later-- chocolate secure in hand-- Lars looked around subtly for his eye candy. He found only James, who happened to be doing an admirable job of making a fool of himself.

"Why the fuck are you laughing like a hyena?" Lars hissed once he had strode back to the car.

"I just paid for the gas."

"Yeah, great. Ok, I know New Jersey amuses you-- and I know New Jersey's policy of having gas attendants is ludicrous-- but what the fuck, Het?"

James choked down his laughter and grabbed Lars' shoulder, spinning him around. "Take a look at who I had to pay."

Lars shrugged and let his eyes drift down to the front of that second skin denim. A brief shake made Lars focus on the face. A face that seemed familiar... like he had seen it in a photo somewhere. Or maybe on the cover of an album.

"Holy shit!"

James broke down in laughter again and Lars shook free. He knew that ass had looked familiar! Jogging across the lot, Lars caught the shoulder of the gas attendant.

"Muthafuck! What the hell are you doing here?"

Jason offered a small smile, squinting in the noon light. As he pushed his hat up, Lars had deja vu to a photo shoot in '99. "It's not that bad... at least I only have to listen to James' barking once in a while, and on a fluke."

"But... But... Jase... I mean, what the hell?" Lars was at a loss for words.

Jason just shrugged. "Well, it was either this... or bass tech for Warrant."