“I did, but I won’t wear them. I’m fine dressed up.”
“You’re a bore, mister Righteous, but that’s what they expect of you, thick-necked pseudo cops.”
They all laughed and Spencer led them away to the pool side, to a glass table surrounded with armchairs and a large sofa.
They sat and started pouring drinks and eating, laughing. Spencer lit a joint and they passed it around.
Duncan sat a bit farther, his eyes on the setting sun, all those beautiful colors. His heart, a bit tight because that was the kind of sight you shared with someone who mattered. Maybe sitting together, lying on each other’s arms, at ease and in love… something that got snatched away so fast, he could barely breathe.
Watching them change later when the sun had disappeared, dive into the pool, splash around. Drunk already, but somehow the water might have done some wonders, even if they all seemed to warm up to each other.Fuck…Hoping he could disappear before things got a bit too hot and heavy. Sitting on a lounging chair, he watched them, alert, hoping he didn’t have to jump to save any of them.
Spencer got out then, the water pearling from his hair, that alabaster, lean body soaked, his swimming trunks dripping water. He went to the table and took a bottle of beer, walking to Duncan. He plopped down next to him, offering the bottle.
Duncan shook his head.
Spencer smirked and took a large swig. “Righteous.”
“I don’t drink.”
Spencer’s eyes stayed on him a bit, as if he were trying to make sense of his words. He poked his tongue between his teeth. “So… top or bottom?”
Duncan’s eyes widened a bit, mostly with anger. “What? That’s an asshole question.”
“Why?”
“None of your business.”
Spencer laughed softly. “That’s almost admitting…” His long eyelashes filled with tiny water droplets. “I would clock you like somebody who likes it both ways…”
Duncan scoffed. “Clock me whichever way you want.”
Spencer’s eyes went to his friends playing in the pool. “I’ve never been with a guy…”
“I’m not sure why you’re confessing to me.”
Spencer’s lips curled up. “I might though, soon…”
Duncan shrugged. “If your girlfriend is fine with it, knock yourself out.”
Spencer laughed, taking another large swig. “Mia is pretty ok with whatever I do… including whomever I do…”
“You’re in luck then.” Inwardly boiling because he was fed up. Fed up too, having Spencer at arm’s reach, his soaked locks framing his face.
That hostile light crept back into his eyes as he stood. “Oh, I see… I’m not company, I guess.” He finished the bottle and tossed it into the bushes, giving one last, long look at Duncan as he swayed back to the pool. “Hot tuuuub time!”
They hooted and followed him, jumping into that pool which had started steaming in that cooling night.
Duncan sat closer, watching them drink and lazy around, hands finding skin, mouths lips, but they were drunk, clumsy, and the girls left after a while, Liam too, leaving only Spencer and Brad in that round pool. Brad pulled Spencer into his arms, tilting his head back to kiss him. He was stronger, and Spencerjust let himself go in his arms. He had never done anything with Brad, just kissing sometimes, gentle groping in dark clubs, but this was different, both of them almost naked. Floating a bit, he let Brad push him against the side of the tub. Let him glide his mouth down his neck as his hands dug into his ass cheeks. Somehow, his hands were in his trunks.
Whispers against his ear. “Let me fuck you… please Spencey… Please…”
He chuckled, his blood on fire…maybe the drinks, maybe something else… fuck… maybe it’s time… now…His mind, hazy, but he let Brad turn him around, eat his neck as he pressed him to the side of the pool, his hands roaming his sides, his ass, his cock which had started hardening.
Duncan watched the scene, worried. That they were both drunk. That Spencer was for sure drunk and maybe not fully there. Hesitating to walk there, he still went when Brad turned Spencer around. He snapped his fingers to get Spencer’s attention, waiting until those dark eyes went to him.
“Hey… all good?”
Spencer wasn’t sure but sure as fuck he would not let this idiot know. “Yeah…” Leaning back against Brad who never stopped kissing his neck, he laced his hand behind Brad’s neck, not leaving Duncan’s eyes. “All good…”
