Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt2

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I told Grant's parents I'd be staying at Chris' house for the weekend. As expected they didn't seem surprised and agreed to let me go.

In *my* bedroom I packed a duffle bag for the stay overnight. Along with my normal street clothes I carefully packed a nice shirt and black pants before heading back to my own house--although now looking like my son's best friend.

When I arrived, I knocked on the door and waited. My wife Claire answered the door.

"Hello Grant," she said and stepped back to call Chris.

I stared at her for a moment and grinned. She blushed for a moment and I asked if I could talk before I met Chris. She looked uneasy, but led me into the kitchen.

"What do you want to talk about Grant?" she asked.

"You know, you're a beautiful woman," I said, being only 5'6" I had to look up into her hazel eyes. I took a couple of breaths and looked away using Grant's own embarrassment. Straightening my back, I stuck my thumbs in my pockets, tightening my t-shirt against my torso and emphasising my shoulders, pecs and abs. Tipping my head I looked back, straight into her eyes.

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Guest Post: Legion and Lover (3/6)

by Seuzz

Vincent knocked patiently at the bathroom door. "Ryan? Please open the door. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

He heard a blast of water in the sink, and guessed that Ryan was either washing his face or trying to cover the sound of his crying. "If you'll give me a chance," Vincent said, "I'll make everything okay. We'll cuddle and I'll stroke away all the -- "

The water shut off. "If you're sorry, you'll take back what you said!"

"I take it back, Ryan," Vincent said patiently.

"All of it?"

"All of it, sweetheart. Every word. Only -- "

Vincent rested his forehead on the door. How did Ryan manage to do it? How did he manage to get himself in the right and Vincent in the wrong even when it was so obviously the other way around?

He got the answer when the door opened and he lifted his head. Ryan stared at him from eyes brimming with tears. Vincent felt his heart crack.

Ryan had always had doe-like eyes. There was nothing special about their color -- brown with a hint of hazel -- but they were large and glistened every day with the laughing, innocent malice of a child. His chestnut hair drooped in a way that begged to pushed back, and held back lest it droop again. His skin was soft and smooth, unflawed by any blemish. The lips were never still -- always trembling on the edge of a smile or laugh -- and always flushed with excitement.

Vincent knew that it actually took a lot of work to keep Ryan looking like a very wise fifteen-year-old boy. The shampoos and conditioners, the moisturizers, the razors and tweezers, and more bottles and tubes and instruments that baffled Vincent. Sometimes he thought the technicians at the Company's Plastics division didn't have as many tools as Ryan, for he had the rest of his body to take care of too, right down to the cuticles of his toes.

Vincent put his hand to Ryan's cheek, and with his thumb wiped away a trickling tear. "I take it all back. I'm sorry. I was only surprised -- "

Seanday Shorts: Something to Share, pt1

I'd been away for almost 18 months now, when I returned home something shocked me--my son, Chris.

He'd grown so much, even got a tattoo on his bicep. He was in his last year and looked like he was going to get a scholarship, I was so proud; I tried to tell him but he always left before I could get the words out. I was annoyed with myself for missing the past year or so, but through hard work there was little my family wanted for.

I tried to reconnect with him, share some time with him before the *event*, I knew it wasn't far away now. But he ignored me, blamed me for spending so much time away. It was true I guess, but even so it hurt a lot.

He spent most of his time with Grant, I'd watched him grow up as well. Both of them were fine athletes and spent a lot of time in the gym.

Chris' time was near and that's why I returned, he was about to experience a change that would alter his whole life. It was my responsibly to help him through that transition.

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Guest Post: Legion and Lover (2/6)

by Seuzz

Vincent studied himself in the mirror as he slowly pushed the dreadlocks out of his face, and admired the way his bicep bulged as he did so. He had never looked -- had never been, and certainly had never felt -- so powerful. The red muscle shirt could barely contain his pectoral muscles, and he was giving himself a clear erection inside his sweatpants as he scoped himself out. He had worked around guys like this, back when he ran on the streets for Cesar's gang, but he'd never imagined he could have the same look and build as them. "Can I keep it," he murmured.

"Sure," said Tito, his immediate superior -- and who had also during the intervening months of physical preparation for this first plastic transformation become his non-romantic best friend. He slapped Vincent on the back. "DeShawn's not spoken for."

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said. He's not a real face, not a real body. Didn't they explain that to you? Jesus, everyone thinks everything's a secret in the Company." Tito rolled his eyes. "DeShawn's a composite, so you can take him with you when you quit, if you want. You will, probably, if not DeShawn then someone else."

"No, I didn't know that."

"Oh yeah. A new look and life, compliments of the Company, assuming you make it to retirement. And as long as it's a composite, of course. We'll probably have lots of them on file for you to choose from, though, by the time you're ready to go out to pasture."

"Why a composite for this job?" Vincent asked. "Why not someone the target knows and trusts?"

"Because a composite's better in this case.  DeShawn's a composite of all the men your target has dated over the last ten months. So this Friday, if she's at her usual club, you should have no trouble picking her up and getting her to the rendezvous point. Cynthia will take it from there, of course."

Vincent cocked his head. "So she likes her men like she likes her coffee, huh? And do I gotta be 'DeShawn' or can I pick some other name?"

"You can give out any fake name you want. Do you give out your real name when picking someone up?"

Seanday Bear: Under the Ink

"Get the fuck away from me," Rick snarled trying to push himself up.

He was strong, smart and influential--everything I liked in a body. We go back a long way. I first met him when he started to come to the gym, six years ago maybe.

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Seanday Treats: Total Marketing

"What's this part?" James asked Andreas as he pointed to some small text in the contract, "I don't understand."

"It's quite simple James, you gave us complete control over the marketing."

"The Instagram account, Facebook and you tell me where to be for the meet and greets."

"Yes, everything. We have professionals that will make sure everything runs smoothly with the 18 month contract you've selected."

"OK, I understand that, but this talks about *a stand in*?"

Andreas shuffled his paperwork, looking a little impatient. "James, you're one of our special clients. There are a lot of up and coming young bodybuilders seeking sponsorships. We saw something in you, that little spark that put you above the others. This is what needs to be cultivated carefully."

"I appreciate that Sir. I've very grateful that you've selected me, but I would just like clarification."

"This team has looked after many big names, you can trust us to ensure your professions and personal lifestyles are managed throughout the term."

Seanday Treats: New Year Cometh

"Hell," I groaned out loud.

"Let me get you something for the pain," Ruben offered.

"Thanks."

I couldn't believe it, biggest night of the year and I was in hospital. Some jerk had swerved off the road and hit me, breaking my leg in multiple places. Shit, I was by myself, my family over a hundred miles away.

Ruben looked down at me and lowered the bed. "We're going to give you a sedative, nothing serious, but I'll help with the pain and let you get some sleep."

"Are you staying?"

"I finish my shift in a while, but we have people here to monitor you while you sleep," Ruben reassured me.

I'd been lucky to have him attending to me, he was handsome and strong--that I do know. He easily lifted me into bed after the x-ray, I'd gasped with the pain and caught his scent; a faint deodorant barely masking the twelve hour shift that was about to end.

He took my line and pressed in a needle, emptying the syringe. "You partying tonight?" I casually asked.

"I am," he smiled. "Just some friends, nothing at a local bar." He removed the needle and fixed the pillows. "You'll feel better in a couple of minutes."

"Have a good time," I told him as I watched him leave.

"Thanks, I will."

Guest Post: Legion and Lover (1/6)

by Seuzz

"Turn," said the technician, and pressed her fingertip against Vincent's chin. He shifted his head fractionally to the right. "Look up. You don't have to open your eyes," she added in an amused tone.

"Thanks," Vincent murmured. "I wasn't planning to."

"Does the mirror bother you?"

"No. The face does."

He thought she'd say It's a nice face, but instead she said, "We can cover it."

"The face?"

"No, the mirror, smartass. It's for your benefit, not mine. I can see you just fine."

Vincent smiled faintly, though it probably wasn't visible through his thick beard. Then the smile turned into a snarl of pain as a sheet of fire engulfed his scalp. "Just so you know," he told her in a tight voice, "the nerves weren't dead. Only mostly dead."

"Sorry." She rubbed her hand -- encased in a latex glove -- over the smooth dome where, only moments before, Vincent had sported a close-cropped afro. "Want some cream on it?"

"Just give it a minute and I'm sure the anesthetic will kick in. It didn't hurt, I just felt it come off," he lied as his scalp screamed.

Seanday Treat: Take a Photo

"You want to take a photo? It'll last longer," John muttered as I watched him dress.

"I didn't know there was so much ink," I replied opening the camera on my phone.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "I was being sarcastic," he muttered under his breath.

"Oh," I apologised and closed the app. "So what can you tell me?"

"About what?" he sighed.

"You know, about John."

He said nothing as continued to smooth down the tight muscular pectorals that hung from his shoulder. In the mirror opposite he began to turn left and right studying his reflection.

He stretched, pulling at the skin on his tattooed bicep. "Yeah, this is good fit. One of the best I've had."