“I don’t think Jason has ever had this much sexual tension with any of the camp counselors.”
Dayton Kelly sat on the couch in his living room. The lights were cosily dimmed and blood-curdling screams kept coming from the TV. James was next to him, cross-legged on the fluffy shag rug, occasionally dropping popcorn on the floor without noticing. James was only half-watching the movie, more interested in watching his boyfriend and boss watch the film for the first time.
“Exactly!” said James and patted Dayton on the leg. “This is why Screamaway Camp is the pinnacle of Canadian knockoff slasher filmmaking. You get it, man. You just get it. And it’s the main reason why I’m sleeping with you.”
“I thought it was my huge dick.”
“Clayton’s reason number two, and he’s not a part of this conversation.”
“Clayton?”
“The smaller part of the Greater Dayton area,” beamed James.
“You’re fired, Jimmy,” said Dayton gravely.
“You’d rather I was your housewife? I can do that. Cooking, shopping and dressing up for… Holy shit!”
“Holy shit what?” Dayton paused the movie and gave James an alarmed look.
“No, good holy shit, don’t worry. Keep watching, the ending is the best part. I just remembered something. I’ll be back in a minute.”
