Men's Games

Rob shook his head as he headed out of James' garage. The bassist had had high hopes of getting a little sparring in, but James had unearthed a new crate of motor oil, WD40, and the like. Dragging him away from his small fleet of Harleys was a non-existent option.

"Maybe Kirk would be up for some surfing...." Throwing his gear bag into the passenger seat and checking to make sure his board was stowed in the backseat, Rob took off towards Kirk's place.

After letting himself in, his nose cringed. It was as if too many scents were being forcefully mixed together. Somewhere in the house there was muffled rock being piped into a room. Rob followed his ears–and his nose– to Kirk's meditation room. Open the door cautiously, he was bombarded by the source of the smell.

And there was Kirk, oblivious and messy, in the middle of the room. He sung along with the radio for a few minutes while cheerfully flinging his hands about. It took Rob a moment to realize that each time Kirk swung his arms, a arch of scented lube cascaded elegantly from him before splatting against the wall.

Rob's loud laugh jarred Kirk out of his state, and the guitarist turned quickly towards the door. Seeing Rob, the smile returned to brighten Kirk's face. He grabbed up two handfuls of tubes and proclaimed "I found all my lubricants today!" Then he squeezed hard and more gel was issued onto the sticky walls.

"What a coincidence," Rob began, yelling over the music. "That's just what James said 15 minutes ago."

Rob bit his lower lip to control his laughter. A look of jealousy clouded Kirk's face momentarily before he answered with forced breeziness. "Well, anyway, I'm just celebrating. You're welcome to play with me if you want..."

Rob caught the cloud that rolled through Kirk's eyes at the invitation. It was one of those statements that Kirk excelled at issuing: an innocent phrase that could be taken any way from a man that was anything but innocent. So Rob grabbed a tube and squirted a clean space on the wall. He was amazed there was any space left in this hectic room. A part of Rob's brain wandered off, picturing slamming Kirk's body against the newly decorated space.

Rob brought himself back to the present by winking at Kirk and saying, "I guess if I can't beat you guys, I should just join you."

Kirk tried to wink back, but it looked more like he was batting his eyelashes.

Rob shook his head and smiled. He had gone looking for some exercise, and had finally found it.