Bobby Raymond

Kaden had not expected the handsome hillbilly from the forest to make his appearance at this kind of event…let alone at the kissing booth. At the other’s flattery, he quirked a brow and gave the other a weary look. How did he know where this was going to go?

If the women around him would have let him escape, he might have tried, but even so…he could barely muster a word. He kind of stammered and then his face turned red. Nothing about their previous interaction would have made him believe that the other would take any interest in him besides taunting him (a favorite game of many). Awkwardly (as many things Kaden does are), he leaned into this kiss before pulling away when he was allowed. “I…Why?” he finally huffed, taking a bit longer than usual to return to his yappy nature. “Are you making fun of me again?”

Bobby didn’t give a shit if Kaden couldn’t come up with a reason to be kissed by Bobby. He’d put up with Bobby repeatedly quipping warnings in his oh-so not charming manner as they’d walked through the woods down to the property line with John Massey’s barbwire fence with a “No Trespassing” sign.

The moonshiner had a place deep in the woods where he kept his still, but to keep people from getting on his property? Well, the old coot had setup booby traps that he’d even lost track of in the underbrush. The locals didn’t even have the heart to have him dragged in for detainment after Massey had snared himself in his own trap. Bobby took on the duty of keeping stupid kids from going over that fence. Bobby had left out that he sometimes jumped the fence to save an animal caught in a trap or snare. He couldn’t stand sound and even less the sight.

Now, though, he just felt cocky because Kaden seemed to really have thought Bobby was going to kiss one of the ladies. Bobby could get a lady and treat her right, but the problem was that there was a seldom a person who resisted him and Kaden had certainly never warmed up on that entire hike down to Massey’s fence and back up to his dirt drive. The only people that typically told him to shut it were his older brothers, but he didn’t want to think too hard on Kaden being like his brothers beyond friendship. Wasn’t that how all great relationships started? Plus, he had to know, exactly how high Kaden was on the Kinsey scale.

Bobby was on his way to take up residence at the Dunk Tank, which he’d talked himself into because at least he could heckle people and help out a cause? His brothers were going to give him so much shit for this. On the way to his destination, though, he spotted the Kissing Booth and a welcome face. Bobby smiled slowly as he kept his blue-eyed gaze on the young man at the counter.

“Well, damn! Aren’t all of ya pretty?” he quipped as he put his money on the counter in front of one of the women as he facetiously looked at her and then reached to grab Kaden’s front to pull him over for a kiss. Bobby wet his lower lip and turned his stare back onto Kaden because that hadn’t quite gotten to the actual kiss. “I was never going to let anything happen to you,” Bobby said thickly as his free hand came up to cup Kaden’s cheek. In the next moment Bobby went in for a soft and tickling kiss thanks to his facial hair as he let go of Kaden and stood there, waiting for the other to pull away.

Braeden took advantage of some free time he had to walk around town and some of the old haunts he’d had, seeing just how much the town had changed, and how much it hadn’t through the years.  He was near the woods, remembering too many Friday nights after football games out there.  He looked up when he heard someone call out and saw someone sitting on the porch of one of the older houses out there.  “Oh, no not lost, just wandering around to see what’s changed around here.”

Samantha was lucky enough to have the day off today, so she was just taking it all in with Buster. It was nice to be outside, they had a simple day in the park and they were now walking back. Which was nice. Buster had stopped and she leaned down to pet her dog. That was when she heard someones voice, and she looked over at the man it coming from. “I’m not trust me. I think he just stopped to go to the bathroom. Don’t worry I have a bags in my purse for such emergencies.” 

Bobby enjoyed animals but he could never have a dog. Poor thing would probably get lost in the trees and Bobby would never find it after getting home from work. At least his cat, Minnow, knew her way around. As the woman spoke, though, he had to struggle to not laugh. Her voice came with a sparkle and not a hint of derogatory nature. Hell, she even offered to clean up her dog’s shit. Bobby was was chuckling harder than he intended when he nodded his head at her and raised his beer.

Earphones are in and Mackenzie half pays attention to the lyrics and is half lost in thought. She’s been walking for much longer than she probably remembers but that’s okay, she figures. There’s really nowhere better for her to be. The cigarette between her fingers is brought to her lips, cheeks hollowing to pull a drag before a voice pulls her out of whatever reverie she’s caught in, plucking the right earphone out of her ear as doe eyes find the man.

“In more ways than one.” She admits, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she turns her body to face him, head tilting a bit to the side. “And you look lonely.” A beat. “Can I sit?”

The young woman was like many who wandered into Bobby’s property -- neither lost nor wise, neither welcome nor trespassing. He was just glad she wasn’t glassy-eyed and twitchy like those who came to the woods as his parents used to do. Bobby grew up in these woods. Bobby hated these woods. Bobby couldn’t leave these woods.

“I’m not doing that kind of thing. I don’t need to do that kind of thing.” Kaden had a decent job, an okay group of friends. The only thing he didn’t have was a Dominant, and that was of his own doing. It was purposefully. “I…of course I know who John Massey is,” he lied. He felt like the other would mock him no matter what he said.

Kaden gave the other an incredulous look before it turned into a scowl. “Are you always so rude?” As if the sub was one to talk. Rudeness was like, a keystone of Kaden’s personality. “I totally know where I’m going and no, I’m not doing anything questionable.”

Kaden was still getting used to the area. He’d only been there for 2 months and the submissive was incredibly directionally challenged. How he’d gotten this far off the beaten path? Who the hell knew? Kaden certainly didn’t. Hearing the other man’s voice made him nearly jump out of his skin - and in typical Kaden fashion, he couldn’t admit that he was lost.

“And what makes you say that?”

Bobby was sitting on the steps of his crappy little house off the beaten path that was near woods just inside the Silver Creek town limits. He’d showered after a day at the harbor, but he could still feel the salt and grit under his nails. He had a beer and was pondering a cigarette when someone came strolling along his property and he squinted at them.

“You look lost.”