Joe Hill and Micah Sutton were side by side on the sofa. Joe had the TV remote in his right hand. His left was on Micah's thigh. As the Saturday Night Boxing went off, he raised the remote to shut down the television.

"Why don't we check the Weather Channel first?"

"We don't have to be at church until eleven o’clock. Think we're gonna have a blizzard?"

"No, babe. I guess I'm just a farmer at heart."

They waited for Local Weather on the Eights, which told them it would be mostly cloudy with a chance of flurries on Sunday.

"That boxing was pretty boring," Joe said.

They’d watched two fights. The main event of the evening was a heavyweight match between two out-of-shape men who'd spent most of twelve rounds leaning on each other.

"Yeah. The smaller guys are more fun to watch."

Joe's hand found its way to Micah's cock and began to stroke it. "I like smaller guys, one in particular. Wanna make out here?"

"Nope. Bed. Tonight I wanna fuck Superman."

"Is that so?" Joe picked his partner up and carried him to the bedroom, where he dumped him on the bed.

Micah chuckled and then batted his eyelashes. "My hero!"

"My Lois!"

"Call me Lois again and you'll be Super Eunuch, big boy!"