The day was just starting to cool down as Shawn sat down at the table that had been set up in the backyard. He and John had decided to have a barbeque and had invited Matt, Adam and Glenn over to eat with them. Cameron and Cheyenne had gotten very excited when they found out company was coming over and they got even more excited when Adam had started playing with them almost as soon as he arrived. "Kids!" Shawn yelled for the fourth time. "Come over here and eat!"
"But Daddy, we're playing!" Cameron protested. He and Cheyenne had gotten really excited when they found out company was coming over and they had gotten even more excited when they realized that Adam was just as excited about playing with them.
"Yeah Daddy, we're playing house!" Cheyenne piped up. She was very pleased that she was finally able to get an adult to squeeze into her little playhouse. John hadn't dared to attempt it yet and Shawn hadn't either because of his knees and back. "Can't we eat later?"
Shawn shook his head. "You need to come over here and eat before the food gets cold," he insisted. "You guys can play after you're done."
The kids groaned but they did come over to the table. Adam started trying to get out of the playhouse but it proved to be much harder than he planned it to be. "Crap," Adam said loudly. "Damn it, when did this door shrink?"
Matt tried to hide the fact that he was kind of laughing at his boyfriend's expense. "Do you want me to come over there and help you?"
"Yes," Adam said immediately. "The door is being mean to me Matty!"
Shawn chuckled as Matt got up and walked over to save his boyfriend from the evil playhouse. "What a maroon," he said. He turned back around to put food on Cameron and Cheyenne's plate and discovered that John had already done it for him. "Aw, thanks baby," he said, leaning over and giving his fiancé a kiss on the lips.
"You're welcome," John replied, sucking on Shawn's lower lip just a little bit.
Glenn made a gagging noise. "You two can stop that any time now," he declared. "I am trying to eat here you know."
Shawn rolled his eyes. "You're such a sour puss. We need to set you up with someone so you'll stop being so grumpy."
"Ugh," Glenn groaned. "Don't play cupid with me Michaels. You just need to mind your own business and worry about your wedding. It's only a month away after all."
Shawn paled. That was the last thing he wanted to think about at the moment. For over a year now, all he had wanted was for John to propose so they could have a gigantic wedding and live happily ever after. But now that they were in the midst of actually trying to plan the wedding, it was turning out to be a lot harder than he ever thought it would be. Not only was there an endless list of things to do, but there were a few family issues that they now had to deal with. His mother, his sister and Rebecca were fully supporting the marriage, but his father and John's entire family really weren't getting behind it. Now while Shawn knew that his dad would eventually come around, John's family were pretty much treating him like an outcast. John was trying to act like it didn't bother him but Shawn knew that it hurt him deeply. And to make it worse, there seemed to be nothing he could to make the situation any better.
His thoughts were interrupted by Matt and Adam sitting down at the table. "You okay?" he asked Adam, who looked frazzled by his struggle to get out of the playhouse.
Adam shook his head. "It tried to eat me," he claimed.
Cheyenne giggled. "It just wants you to be its friend."
"Yeah well, it needs to show it in a different way," Adam grumbled as he began to eat.
Shawn shook his head and turned his attention to his food. The thoughts he had about the wedding had spoiled his appetite a little bit, but he attempted to act like nothing was wrong. John noticed something was up anyway and gently placed his hand over Shawn's. "You okay honey?" he asked.
Shawn nodded. "I'm fine." He could sense that the others were all looking at him in concern now too so he decided to get the topic off of him as fast as possible. "How are things with Jeff, James and Mark?" he asked, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
Matt sighed. About a week after James had gone on the no killing people anymore plan, Adam had accidentally let slip to Morrison about what James really was and since Mor was who he was, he told the others within an hour and Mark had to have a big group meeting that left them with no doubts that keeping their big mouths shut about the whole matter was in their best interest. "As far as I know, things are fine with them," he replied. "Although I haven't really seen James all that much lately."
"You don't sound too bothered by that," John observed.
Matt just shrugged. "I'm not. I really don't want to have anything to do with the guy." He looked at Glenn. "No offense or anything."
Glenn shook his head. "Believe me, I don't really like him either. I only put up with him because Mark loves him." He ate a couple of bites of potato salad before speaking again. "Mark's worried about him though."
"Why?" Adam asked.
"He says James is getting distant," Glenn answered. "At least that's what he told me earlier. He wouldn't say much more than that though."
Shawn sighed. Despite having an issue with the whole James murdering people thing, he did want to see Jeff and Mark be happy. "Well hopefully things work out for them," he said with a sigh.
Glenn nodded. "Yeah. Hopefully they do."
Thirty three days, sixteen hours, forty five minutes and nine seconds. That was how long it had been since he had last killed someone. James tapped his pen against the table, hoping that it would soothe his mounting anxiety. It didn't, which just added to his frustration. "Fuck," he muttered. He threw the pen down and rested his head on the table. He felt like he was going to go crazy. It had been two weeks since the feeling had started and it was not getting any better. In fact, it was getting worse and worse as each day went by. It was becoming a lot more than he could take.
Why the fuck did I agree to try this? he asked himself for the millionth time. He couldn't stop asking himself that, no matter how hard he tried.. At the time he made the decision, he had thought maybe it was the best thing to do. Not killing anymore would make Jeff happy, get Matt and Gil off his back and prevent some of the same arguments that he and Mark always had. But once he started trying to live life without killing, none of the reasons he had used to begin with seemed worth it anymore. The bloodlust he had was furious at him for denying it and it was making him pay dearly.
"James? Are you okay?"
James moved his head up and saw that Jeff was standing behind him. "I'm fine," he lied. He rubbed his eyes and shoved the papers he had been looking at back into the folder they had come in. "Tax stuff just gives me a headache."
"Aw, poor baby," Jeff said. He wrapped his arms around James and kissed him on the cheek. "I hate taxes too." This time he kissed James's neck. "We could go upstairs and I could help you forget all about those pesky things."
Just a month or so ago, James would have been all over that idea. But now he didn't even want to be touched. Every time Jeff and Mark kissed him, it felt like he was getting kissed by sandpaper. As for sex…well, quite frankly, he didn't even want to have sex anymore. He actually had to pop a Viagra the other night just to have sex with Mark and Jeff. "Ugh…Jeff I got a headache," he said. "All I want to do is lay down."
"Oh," Jeff said, trying to act like he wasn't disappointed. "Okay."
James quickly grabbed his folder and detangled himself from Jeff's embrace. "If Mark wants anything, tell him I'm not doing anything until I wake back up." He left the kitchen and then went upstairs to his, Jeff and Mark's bedroom. After throwing the folder on to the desk, he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. He knew that this wasn't going to do anything to make him feel better but he didn't know what else to do that didn't involve him going out and killing someone, opening up a can of worms that didn't sound appealing to deal with at the moment. Thirty three days, sixteen hours, forty eight minutes and twenty seven seconds…twenty eight…twenty nine…thirty…
"Cody? Jesus Christ man, are you ready yet?"
Cody rolled his eyes as he continued to button up his shirt. "I'm almost done Ted," he said in exasperation. "Just give me a moment."
Ted shook his head as he leaned back up against the door. "You are such a slow poke," he complained. "You're worse than Mor is."
"I am not," Cody said defensively. "Good grief, you're acting like this club is going to close at any second."
"I am not," Ted claimed.
"You are too," Cody insisted. "Look, just because you wish Glenn was here and going with us so you could try to work up the courage to finally flirt with him."
Ted glared at him. "Don't even go there with me. At least I don't make puppy dog eyes at him every time he walks by like you do Randy." He smirked for a second before he saw the look on Cody's face. "Hey man, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I shouldn't have gone there."
Cody just shrugged. "Whatever man." He really was trying to get over his little crush on Randy, but it was harder than he wanted it to be. He knew that he didn't have a chance with the older man. Randy didn't do relationships and even if he did, why would he even want to be with him? It wasn't like he was special or anything.
A knock on the door caught Ted's attention. "Hey man, cheer up," he told Cody as he went to answer it. "There's other fish in the sea. We'll find you some hot guy to hook up with tonight."
Cody sighed. "You don't have to--" His voice died when Ted opened the door and Randy walked in. Oh my God, he thought, completely awe struck by the sight of the Viper. Randy was wearing a skin tight black t-shirt and even tighter black leather pants that pretty much left nothing to the imagination.
"You guys ready to go?" Randy asked, seemingly not noticing the look on Cody's face.
"I'm ready," Ted said. He gave Cody a concerned look. " How about you?"
Cody could only nod dumbly. He already knew that this was going to be an extra long night. God please, don't let me make an idiot out of myself. At least let me have some kind of composure here.