A FORCED VACATION
Colin
Colin lay sprawled out in his borrowed swim trunks on the hotel bed, frowning up at the ceiling.
“Why can’t we just stay in the room?” he asked, in what was definitelynota whine. “You guys paid enough for it.”
“Because that’s not the point of this, slayer,” Fox called from the bathroom, where he and Dane were… Well, Colin had no idea what they were doing. Changing clothes, curling their hair…who knew?
“I’ll let you two fuck me if we stay here.”
There was a moment of silence. A long one. Then Fox scoffed loudly. “You don’t mean it.”
Colin’s frown deepened. True, he wasn’t horny in this exact second, but that had never stopped those two from shooting their shot. “Icouldmean it. Rub up on me for a little while, then we’ll see.”
There was some frantic whispering from the twins in the bathroom, too hissed and hurried for Colin to make out the words. And then Dane called out, “Nice try, babe. No dice.”
Ugh. Damn their extremely uncharacteristic self-control. They didn’t usually have a shred of it between them, but apparently they were very set on their plans today.
“I hate the beach,” Colin grumbled. Again,notwhining. Whining was Fox’s thing. Colin was just…lodging his complaints.
“This isn’t a beach,” Fox told him, voice still echoing from the overlarge bathroom. “It’s a fancy resort hotel that people pay out of their literal asses to stay at.”
“Gross.” Colin wrinkled his nose at the imagery, as well as the incorrect use of “literal.”
“Stop being such an adorably grumpy fuck and come on.”
Fox’s voice was no longer echoing, and he sounded much closer than the bathroom. Colin sat up reluctantly, not trusting the big brute to not just throw him over his shoulder.
Well, damn.
Colin’s jaw didn’t exactly drop, but it was a close thing. Fox and Dane were standing at the hotel door now, both of them shirtless and wearing the tiniest swim trunks Colin had ever seen. And they were, like,glistening,all shiny and wet-looking. Colin noticed for the first time that the room smelled strongly of coconuts.
“Are you guys oiled up for a wrestling match or something?”
Fox gave him a wolfish grin and turned a little, seemingly to better display his shiny chest. “We gotta work on our tans, don’t we?”
Colin narrowed his eyes at them both. “You’re gingers. Aren’t you supposed to be allergic to the sun?”
“Vamp healing, my little lamb,” Fox told him gleefully, flexing his biceps like the biggest dork in the universe. “No more sunburns.”
“I can see your dicks in those trunks.”
It wasn’t exactly true—they weren’t poking out or anything—but Colin could definitely see some suggestive outlines. He’d borrowed his own pair from Jamie, but theirs must have been, like, custom-made or something, because they fit like second skins.
Dane grinned at him. “That must be why you’re drooling.”
Colin wasn’t. Not at all. He wiped his mouth anyway, just in case.
It was a mistake because their general air of smugness only grew that much worse. They were lying about the tans—they’d definitely oiled up just to fuck with him.
A knock rang out on their hotel door.
“Perfect timing,” Dane murmured as he opened the door. When he closed it again, he was holding an extremely large iced coffee. He shook it at Colin while, at the same time, Fox pulled a stack of comics out from the tote bag he had thrown over one shoulder.
“You got me coffee,” Colin said, aware he was pointing out the obvious. “And comics.”
Fox waved a beckoning hand. “And I’ve got your shades and hat in my bag, so get that fine ass moving, slayer.”
