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I'm not sure this is the next story I'll put up, but it's coming together nicely and I thought I would share a preview for everyone. If you're a Muscle Daddy (hehe) then a longer sneak peek will be in your inbox!

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They were bros, CJ Miller and Pierce Smith. Inseparable since freshman year of high school, to the point that they’d gone to the same college and pledged the same frat. It was only natural that when Pierce finally cashed in his high school graduation gift from his aunt - a vacation for him and a friend - he’d chosen to go with CJ to California.

“What does your aunt do again?” CJ asked when they saw the hotel she’d booked for them. The place looked like a castle on the outside and was even fancier once they went in. Uniformed staff were on them immediately, taking their bags and ushering them to check-in while offering them complimentary cocktails.

“She’s in private equity,” Pierce said.

“I can tell. We don’t fit in here,” CJ snickered.

“Weeeeee do not,” Pierce whispered as he sidled up to the counter. “Hey, I’m checking in - last name’s Smith.”

On the other side was a blond-haired bodybuilder in a light purple shirt, his white teeth gleaming in a customer service smile.  “Absolutely, sir,” he said in a pleasant tenor. “And your first name?”

“Pierce.” Pierce spelled it out.

The bodybuilder nodded and typed at his keyboard for several moments while CJ and Pierce scrolled through their phones. Finally, he spoke. “Alright, Mr. Smith, your room is prepaid, I’ll just need a credit card on file for incidentals.”

“Sure.” Pierce handed his only credit card over, and turned to CJ as the employee swiped it through. “No rock star shit, I’ll go bankrupt.”

“Can’t make any promises,” CJ grinned.

“Keys for both of you,” the bodybuilder said, sliding them across the counter along with Pierce’s credit card. “Your bags will be in your room. Would you like any information about our onsite amenities?”

“No thanks,” Pierce said, and as he and CJ walked to the elevator, he laughed. “We cannot afford ANYTHING here.”

“Nope. Glad you put your card down so I’m not on the hook though,” CJ laughed.

“If I owe any money when we check out I’ll fuckin’ murder you.”

“‘Reasonable.” CJ noticed something and grabbed Pierce’s shoulder. “Bro, look.” He nodded toward a printed sign sitting on an easel.

Welcome
Smith-Miller
Wedding Party

The words were written in tall calligraphy, surrounded by an array of artistic hearts and sparkles.

Both guys busted out laughing loud enough to turn a couple heads in the lobby. “Didn’t know we were getting married this weekend, bro,” Pierce guffawed. “Shit, I gotta get a pic of that.”

“I know we have common last names but that’s so funny,” CJ laughed, taking his own pic. “Which one do you think the groom is?”

“Smith, obviously. Miller’s a girl last name.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Pierce waved down a woman as she walked by. “‘Scuse me, would you take our picture really quick? With this sign? It’s our last names-”

“-but NOT our wedding,” CJ clarified quickly. “We’re not gay.”

The woman nodded and took Pierce’s phone, snapping pics of them standing on either side of the sign giving thumbs-up. “You should do something romantic to be funny,” she suggested, so Pierce and CJ did a prom pose, Pierce behind CJ with his hands resting awkwardly on his buddy’s hips. Then they stood next to the sign and held hands while making goofy faces. “Perfect.”

“Thanks so much,” Pierce said, taking his phone back. “Have a good weekend.”

“You too, good luck with the wedding,” she joked. At least, both boys hoped she was joking and didn’t think they were actually gay.

Pierce and CJ walked to the elevator and got on. “What’s the floor?” Pierce asked.

“7.” CJ scanned his card and punched it. The metallic doors shut, reflecting CJ and Pierce back at themselves. That was when they realized they were still holding hands. “Oh, whoops,” CJ said, letting go.

“Hm?” Pierce said, turning to look at CJ.

“I forgot we were still holding hands. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Bros can hold hands.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” CJ took Pierce’s hand back and laced their fingers together. Both guys grinned. “I’m excited for this weekend, dude.”