Tropical Male (MxM)

Prologue

(A/N: Oshane up top people)

"Oi ! Oshane get di next bag!" Dante shouted, tossing the crate in his hand behind him, to Biggs who caught it easily flexing his chuck of chocolate arms as he toss the crate of apple on the back of the truck.
The sudden noise snap Phil nose from between the pages of another romance novel he had been trying to read all week. Boney legs gain him height from his crunch down position, book clenched shut , sharp eyebrows narrowed behind thick glimmering objects his brown eyes glared into Biggs soul.
Biggs gulp, fiddling with his thumps apprehensively , he crack his head to the side avoiding Phil humid stare, broad shoulders slumped back defeated he mumbled an apology before he walked away. A mad Phil was not to be mess with it.
It was a Saturday-early in the morning with pastel blue sky before the sun rise- that time when farmers go to the market to make a living. Oshane included himself in the death trap that are these diverse men.
He shook his head fondly cheeks strained accommodated a lopsided gin eyes almost completely eradicate form existence-result of John many jokes, he toss the bag to Dante who pretended to struggle slowly passing it to Biggs with a wink and a sly smile , Oshane gasp in disbelief , a playful smirk took over his features.
Game on.
Running slandered yellow fingers through black untainted wavey strands, unbuttoned two buttons from his old battered dress shirt, Dante's eyes followed Oshane every move. Oshane fluttered his eyelashes before bending over shaking his ass teasingly slow , he picked up another bag of goods; tossed it to the latter.
Dante huff going back to work before he gets distracted.
Has the leader of the gang -'Big Dog'-Dante's main priority are to make contact deals with large consumers and what nots.
Biggs was the muscle knowing all the connection to man power-he had many friends with the weight lifters who assisted him most of the time on the farm - he's certainly the most fittest and physical of the group.
Then there was john good with his hands - known as the fastest planter around town-but can't put a zip on his mouth always blabbing about drama like a teenage girl and spreading unwanted rumours.
Phil was the quite one also the only one with a drivers licence so he deals with transportation even thought his true passion lies between the pages of a book.

Bang! Bang!
Biggs knocked the side of the truck indicating they were finish loading the stocks, Phil understood the unnecessary noise shoving the key down the hole ,twist it, the engine roar to life like a dying cow crawling its way down the damage road. Oshane and the others situated themselves in the back of the truck in a circular manner along with the goods, Biggs beside john facing Oshane and Dante.

" Yo who a go a the party tomorrow night? " John question looking at everyone with a wide grin.

Oshane wasn't a type for partying he had other things to occupy his time, something more productive at that but even so he glance at Dante, then smile.

"Mi a go," Dante answered enthusiastic, " fi di gal dem!"

Dante was what they called a 'Galist' one girl today then another tomorrow your cliche fuckboy.

" About time." John rolled his eyes.
Even with Dante's history he seemed to have stop bringing around the ladies.

"Mi could a careless, more pussy fi me." Biggs say nonchalantly shrugging to emphasized.
Everyone laugh at his statement they knew he wasn't lying.

"Yah come to Oshane?," John asked smiling a bit it was amusing to watch Oshane squirmed under his gaze.

"Um mi nuh sure," he replied taking a quick glance to Dante who was sitting beside him," maybe.”

"Yeah man yo always seh that ." John muttered lifting a eyebrow then smirked," Yah madda did more fun than you"

Oshane visibly stiffen at that head bow in submission- no one talks about his mother around here expect for John colossal mouth -Dante spear him a glance before facing John who was grinning ear to ear.

"Shut the fuck up john," Dante ordered glaring at the now sulking man," Mind yo own business ."

"Well mi nah lie," he mumbled crossing his arms.

Oshane smiled glad he has someone to back him up when he needed.
Soon enough they made it to the market on record time. The area had a large tent-like cover over head to protect them and other from the weather. They resumed the train of goods unloading them to their spot in the already busy market oh its going to be long day.
Phil soon join them organized the goods from fruit to vegetables ,yam to green banana and so on- he always did this, while Biggs was the muscle he had the smarts knowing perfectly well how to set up the crops for watching eyes- he was skills that way. Oshane on the other hand was something like the cashier he had the face for it , more of a people person  than the others who looked like there were apart of a gang which there are, or simply put the seller.

"Hey Oshane are you ok?" from the entire sentence Oshane knew it had been Phil who asked.

Phil was one of the many people who spoke standard English around town - seems like the many books he read actually played off- He was smart than most he even went to collage.

"Yeah mi good." he sat on a stool beside Phil.

Out of all the other guys Phil was the most trust worthy a good listener in a sense he had become Oshane close friend over the years. Only two years and six months to be specific after a little incident, now at the age of twenty one Oshane can say Phil is one of the best of friends he has.

"You don't look it." Phil smiled. Oshane had tendency of not asking for help when needed he was stubborn like that.

"mi jus cannot badda with john," Oshane huffed.

"who can?" Phil raise a questioning brow, they both chuckled John was one of a kind somewhat a two blade razer.
Your friends with him today but enemies tomorrow, he's hard to predicted and even more difficult to handle.

"Maybe Dante." Oshane frowned eyeing the leader from a far- Dante was busy scolding John who seems to be more interesting in his watch than what he has to say- Phil follow his gaze then smirked.
"Yeah right," Phil scoffed," John is paying keen attention to Dante every word,"

Oshane chuckled attending to a costumer-putting what he assume as a pound of yam on the scale before bagging it and handing to her she left with a 'thank you'- he handed the money to Phil. Who found something very interesting about it.

"Do girls always leave their number like this?" Phil pointed out the obvious digits on the paper bill eyeing Oshane suspiciously, "Oh this is why you didn't complain about the job you sneaky li-"

"No no no no mi nuh know weh you talking bout." Oshane raise is hands in defence totally oblivious to the other assumption, " Mi nuh deal with the money memba."

"I shouldn't be surprised though all the girl think your pretty...fuck, handsome or whatever they say.
With your brown skin and cooly hair oh don't stop there your fit while I'm--,"

(A/N: cooly means a mixture between a Indian an Jamaica/African/black person that and by brown skin Jamaicans don't base it as the color itself: brown to them [myself as well ] is like yellow.)

"You." Oshane cut his ramble off, placing his hand on a skinny shoulder giving Phil a light squeeze," Because you're you, no one else nuh figot that yo hear mi."

"Yeah." he nodded in response, "Thank you"

"Yeh man any time big guy." the cooly smile cheekily, " So as long as yo give mi that novel."

"No."

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OK so that's the new story.

I know its kind of boring but bear with me.

Q: Do you understand the patois or should I translate or something?

Q: Do you understand the story all together?

Please do not copy my work.
Everything in it is fiction made by the author's imagination. Anything similar to reality are coincidental. 😁
Also I do not own any media use in this novel.

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