Comfort is another prequel to Turning His Life Around and happens within a year of Jealousy.

Major (capital “M”) angst and have tissues at the ready for this story.

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An afternoon of swimming, dunking, splashing and otherwise horsing around seemed to clear the last of the sadness from Ian.  He felt a lot better as they made their way back to camp for their hot dogs and chips.

“Mom would kill us if she knew this was all we were eating this weekend,” Kane said around his own hot dog.

Ian laughed. “Who do you think packed the cooler?”

“Really?” Kane asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup.  She knows better. Can either of you do any real cooking? Especially over a campfire or on a camp stove?”  When neither of them said anything, he laughed again. “See? I’m lucky I can make the coffee.”

“And we’re very grateful, O Addicted One,” Kenji laughed.

“You know, for giving me shit for being addicted, you’re both awfully grouchy when you don’t get any,” he said, shaking his head.  He realized what he said or, in this case, didn’t, when he got snorts in reply to that. “Coffee. Geez. Pervs.” That just got him snickers that morphed into full laughs.

They cleaned up dinner and were settling in for more ghost stories when Kenji came out of the tent with a bottle. “So,” he said, holding up the rum, “I figure we could have some fun with this tonight.”

“Mmm. Sounds good to me,” Ian said, grabbing the camp cups and pouring a generous amount, before passing it on.  Kane did the same, and then Kenji poured his before capping it and setting it aside.  “So, what kind of fun?”

Kane paused and considered the other two before he took his own drink. “Hmm. How about truth or dare?”

“Seriously?” Kenji asked, taking a drink out of his own cup.

“Why not?” Kane asked, sipping the liquor.

“Well, we know most everything about each other already.”  Kenji shrugged.

“Does that mean you’re afraid of the dares?” Ian challenged.

“Oh, you didn’t just ask me that,” Kenji countered.

Ian snickered. “I did. I think you’re afraid of them.”

“Oh it’s on, bitch!” Kenji grinned then took a drink out of his cup as the other two laughed.

“Well, there are a couple of things I don’t know,” Ian said, taking his sip.

“Like what?” Kenji asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ian shook his head. “Nope, you have to tell me if you want truth or a dare first.”

Kenji rolled his eyes. “And if I don’t want to answer the truth question? I get a dare, right?”

“Duh,” Kane said, snickering.

“Oh for… fine. Truth.” Kenji turned back to Ian.

“Okay. Who else have you fucked besides Kane?” Ian asked, shifting a little on his log and grinning.

Kenji hesitated then apparently made his decision. “One person.” He paused briefly then said, “Hayden.”

Ian’s eyes widened. “You were… holy shit, well…” he shook his head. “Way to keep it all in our little group,” he muttered.

“What’s that?” Kenji asked.

Ian smiled. “You were the only other one for him.”

“Well,” Kenji said, snickering. “Guess we don’t have to worry about disease or anything. Okay, Kane, your turn.”

Kane grinned, recognizing the attempt to steer things away from Hayden.  “Dare.”

Kenji’s grin was devious.  “You are too easy sometimes, Kane.”  Kane didn’t bother commenting. He just raised an eyebrow and waited.  Kenji paused to think it over then glanced around. “Damn, we’re just a little too open here.  Go ahead and kiss Ian.  I’ll keep it simple for the first one.”

Ian and Kane both rolled their eyes. “Not much of a dare,” Kane grumbled but took his spot on the log next to Ian.  They turned to each other and their lips met.  Ian had meant to keep it light and get back to the game, but as it always seemed to happen with each other, their eyes closed, hands came up to cup each other’s cheeks and before Ian knew it, their tongues were sliding in to taste more thoroughly.  The kiss deepened and he got lost in Kane for a while.  Air finally demanded attention and they broke apart, eyes meeting in stunned silence.

“Ahem,” Kenji cleared his throat, pulling them back. “Not much of a dare? I think the dare was more of a challenge to get you to stop.” He snorted when Kane flipped him the bird.  Kane turned and dropped another kiss on Ian before moving back to his log.

“So, Ian…”

“Dare. No truth you guys could possibly ask me.” Ian took a long drink of his rum, coughing a little. “Good… stuff…” he managed, coughing again, and they laughed.

“Lightweight.” Kane grinned.

Ian rolled his eyes. “And how much drinking have you done? Oh, wait, the same amount I have. It sucks that you can hold it better.” He pouted then shook his head. “Now, you going to dare me or just keep poking at me about the rum?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He stopped to take his own drink.  “You know, I think our friend over there is the only one who hasn’t gotten to hear that talent of yours with words. “

Ian glanced over at Kenji who was grinning. “Hmmm.” Ian took another sip of his rum then his own grin spread as he moved over to Kenji’s log, straddling it and sitting next to him.  He reached up, pushing the long brown hair back letting his fingers dance over the skin of Kenji’s neck then leaned in. “You want to hear my… talent for words as you two put it?” Ian asked his breath ghosting over the shell of Kenji’s ear.

Kenji simply nodded, saying nothing.  There were already goose bumps forming.