Jarhead for Monday

"Fuck." Rock rubbed his belly and sat back with a groan. "I'm never fucking eating again." Of course he'd said that Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day and yesterday as well. Leftovers were even better than the original meals and Rig always made enough to feed an army. Rig's job was to feed them, Rock's was to make sure he appreciated every damn thing Rig made. And he did a very good job if he did say so himself.

Dick laughed and nodded, looking just as stuffed. "Christmas leftovers are t...