"Are you being serious?" Tim ask smiling.

"Mhmm, dead serious." Avi said slipping on his shoes.

"Sweetheart, Angel Face, Love of my life. Look at my hands." Tim says holding out his hands, palms up.

Avi places a kiss on each of his palms. "They're beautiful."

Tim rolls his eyes. "No they ain't. They're covered with calluses and rough as sandpaper. I don't want your hands looking like mine."

Avi takes Tim's hands in his. "Will you promise me something?"

Tim shrugs. "If I can."

"After this job is over, will you promise me that you'll take some time off. Except for the band. And let your body rest up. I hear you groan at night whenever you start to roll over, because your back is aching.Take a couple of months off. A couple of years. Honey, you don't ever have to work again. You said you didn't want people thinking you were with me because of my money. Why should you care what they think. From what I've been told, you were the first man to come out gay in this town. You didn't care then." Avi said running his fingers through Tim's hair.

"Babe, I've worked my entire life. Ever since I was old enough to chop and pick cotton. I wouldn't know how, not to work." Tim said.

"It's pretty easy really. I'll show you." Avi chuckles. "Let's take a vacation after your done with this job. Where have you always wanted to go?"

Tim thought for a minute. "To the ocean."

Avi gave him a puzzled look. "Honey, Gulf Shores is just a few hours from here. You've never been?"

"Hadn't never been able to afford it." Tim shrugged.

"Well, now you can. We can rent a condo right on the beach and stay for a week or two. Sugary white sand beaches, emerald green water. You can relax on the beach with one of those drinks with the little umbrella in it." Avi says, slipping his arms around Tim's neck.

"That sounds so nice." Tim said closing his eyes like he was imagining it. He puts his hands on Avi's hips, kissing him on the nose. "What the hell, you talked me into it. I'm tired of working my butt off and not getting anywhere. Barely having enough money to pay the bills. Who cares what people says about me. Momma and Daddy would be proud, I got me a rich man."

"Yes you do, Cowboy." Avi laughs pulling him into a hug.

"But! I do have to finish this job before I retire into the land of the wealthy." Tim smiles.

"Yep, so let's GIT-R-DONE!" Avi said.

Tim shakes his head and laughs. "Please don't say that."

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They pulled up in the field. Tim runs a hand through his hair then ties a bandanna around his head. "Alright you're not here to work and if you start getting too hot, you take my truck and go home. Got it."

"Got it." Avi said hopping out of the truck. Excited to just being hanging out with the guys.

"Thank the Lord, I see you brought us some help." Austin said as he sat on the trailer.

"Nope, He's not here to work. He's here to give me something good to look at while I'm working." Tim smiles, helping Avi onto the trailer.

"But Adam ain't coming to work. His baby is sick. So we're short a stacker." Chris said, leaning on trailer.

"I can do that." Avi said.

"No." Tim said shaking his head.

"Oh come on Timmy. I'll show him how. It's not that hard. Besides, you and Chris has got the hard job." Austin said.

Tim looks up at Avi standing on the trailer in front of him.

"Cowboy, let me do it." Avi pouted looking down at him.

Tim blows out a breath knowing he didn't really have a choice. "Alright." He points a finger at Austin. "But Austin, if he gets hurt..."

"Alright! Alright!" Austin says interrupting him, knowing of the threat he was about to receive.

"COOL!!" Avi said holding out his arms. "Pitch me a bail."

Chris and Austin burst out laughing.

Tim stares up at his boyfriend. "Two things." He says, holding up two fingers. "One- you need gloves on. And two- You don't catch them in your arms."

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** AMERICA!! **