POV

The Jack advice columns in Hyperion Weekly were always Rhys’ favorites, for obvious reasons. 

Emulating Jack in every walk of life could only end in success, so naturally he loved hearing–reading, whatever–words straight from his hero’s mouth. Rhys’ had switched toothpastes and bought a different type of hair gel and had started drinking his coffee black based solely on the often rambling, always boisterous opinions Jack gave in these columns. 

Rhys was looking forward to this issue’s column in particular, though–the past one had promised that Jack would give advice on topics of a more romantic nature, and Rhys was pumped to see what he could take from his hero to spice up his current relationship. After all, Vasquez was pretty all right in bed, but there was just something missing. He blamed it mostly on alpha sexual tendencies–Rhys had learned, over the years of being sexually active, that alpha’s tended to focus on going directly from point A to point B without dwelling on much aside from their own knot. 

Rhys peeled open the crisp, brand-new issue, the smell of fresh ink making his nostrils twitch as he flipped past articles he might end up skimming later and landed directly on the advice column page. He practically pressed his nose into the magazine as he read, feeling heat prickle in his cheeks as he took in Jack’s lurid, almost grotesque way of describing his unique brand of lovemaking. Rhys wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to step on ripe peaches with his bare feet, nor was he really interested in seeing Vasquez wearing a cowboy hat and tattered jean shorts, but once Jack got to the topic of erotic asphyxiation Rhys swore he felt his dick twitch in his pants.