“Admit it, you liked it. You were smiling as much as I was when you cameup.”
“Fairenough.”
“Now stop complaining and kissme.”
I lean forward, and he splashes water in myface.
“You fucker,” I say, splashingback.
He stops as I keep going, and goes, “Sorry, sorry, sorry. That was mean. Last tease of theday.”
I let my guard down, and he comes at me, puts an arm around me, and pulls me close, offering that kiss as we swim in place, those lips reassuring me that the teasing is over, not that I mindedit.
We spend some time in the water, goofing around before we get out and dry off, struggling to keep our hands to ourselves. Soon, we’re kissing on the boat floor, stiff dicks pressed up against each other, the heat of the sun on my back. I start thrusting because I can’t help myself, and he grips myhip.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he says. “Like I said, we’re saving all that fortonight.”
He takes my hand and slides it down so I can feel his ass cheek. The expression on his face is warm, sincere. He seems much more relaxed than when we shared that first time, when I went a little further than it seemed I should. The fact that he is willing to be so much more open with me, and that we’re able to have this moment, reminds me of the one thing that stands between us, really, rightnow.
“What?” he asks, seeming to read myexpression.
“Nothing. I don’t want to ruin themoment.”
“Say what’s on your mind. I’mcurious.”
“This is going to be such a buzzkill, but I was thinking how nice it’s going to be when we talk toTy.”
“I’ll really like that too. I don’t like that it’s gone on this long. I know he’s going to hateme.”
“Well, he’s not going to hate me any less,” I assurehim.
“No, it’s just… It feels like a shitty thing to be doing behind his back. He’s going to feelbetrayed.”
“I can’t imagine what it would be like to be in hisshoes.”
“I agree, but I keep playing it over and over again in my head. What do we say? How do we do it?” His gaze drifts momentarily. “I thought maybe one of us should do it, but then if it was you, I feel like I don’t get a chance to say my piece, and then if it’s me, you don’t get a chance to say yours, and it’s really the crappiest of situations, because then if we do it together, it seems like we’re almost ganging up onhim.”
“I’ve thought the same thing,” Isay.
“What did we do wrong? Jesse, I thought it was so unlikely anything would come of this, and then at the same time, there was always that feeling that there was something about us that meantmore.”
“I know. Eric, I’ve been feeling almost as guilty as you must about this, but there wasn’t any way we could have planned for this, or know how to deal with it. What we did isn’t right, and I think all we can do is talk to him and hope he’ll understand none of us could have planned for this crazy, fucked-upscenario.”
“Right? This is definitely Jerry Springer-worthy.”
Ichuckle.
“What?” heasks.
“That’s a very dated reference. I get it, but most people wouldn’t say JerrySpringer.”
“What would theysay?”
“Not sure. Maybe some reality-show craziness.Real Housewivesor something. Just something a little morecurrent.”
“Are you insinuating I’m old?” Eric asks in an overdramatic way. He smiles before offering anotherkiss.
There’s an ease about how we’re kissing, like now that we’re actually close to talking to Ty, we don’t have to carry this guilt that’s been bogging usdown.
