It was all fun and games when Mack and Brenden McDonough, or 'Donut' were setting a controlled fire to burn the brush to keep the wildfire from spreading to the acres of Forestry.

Well...

It was fun.

That was until Mack accidentally stepped on a fallen tree, breaking the wood under his boot, accidentally stepping on a hive of bees, causing the bees to fly out, stinging both Brenden and Mack.

Now, as Mack was with the rest of the Prescott Wildland firefighters, or, the 'Granite Mountain Hotshots', he had his pants dropped, bare ass facing you as he was looking at the stings on his groin and inner thighs.

"Dude, pull up your pants." You commented, throwing a small rock at Mack's ass.

"They stung my damn balls!" Mack exclaimed, glaring at you, but with no real malice.

"Well, if you watched where you were walking..." You muttered sarcastically, leaning back against a boulder.

"Well, if the bees weren't stupid!" Mack retorted, huffing as he pulled up his boxers and pants.

His groin and thighs had hurt so much from those stings.

And you?

You weren't letting him live that down.