Now I have no interest in golf. Does any here play?
It did inspire a Sylum Snippet!
Jim’s hand snuck out from the covers and stabbed at his phone until it stopped making the hellacious noise. He shifted back under the covers, hoping to snuggle up to his favorite singer, only to find said Mate not in bed. With a sigh he shifted until out of the covers and realized that his Mate wasn’t in the bedroom looking sexy wearing pajama bottoms. Grumbling he got out of bed, made for the shower. When he stepped out, he noticed a set of clothes was laid out on the bed.
What was suspicious was it was his golfing clothes, not his detective clothes.
He quickly changed and headed out to the living room to see Dwight wearing a ridiculous golfing outfit.
“Not that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve seen, but what gives?” Jim gave his Mate a prediatory grin.
“It’s National Golf Day.”
“Tell me I get to fuck you on the 9th hole.” He wiggled his eyebrows, ready to make comments about a hole in one, when Dwight covered his mouth with his hand.
“I’m taking you golfing. Then we can decided what to do at the country club.” He removed his hand after his Mate licked it, sighing he wiped it on his pants.
“How did you get us in?”
“Caine pulled some strings.”
Jim rolled his eyes, then headed for the door, grabbing his golf bag as he went. “This is the best day ever. I get to golf, fuck my Mate in the country house, and annoy rich assholes!”
Dwight sighed and looked heavenward for inspiration, instead gave up and followed his Mate out the door.