on.”
“Such a tragedy.” Jimmy sighed as Evan stripped off his shirt before turning back to toss it into one of the poolside chairs. Jimmy turned to Mikey, a gleam in his eye. “We’ll get him naked again someday soon. Get those two out to the resort and have a private pool party. No clothes allowed.” He gave a wolfish smile. “Haven’t gotten a gander at Mr. Yeats in the altogether yet. He’s got a body like a dolphin, all sleek and smooth.” He moved closer and wrapped an arm around Mikey’s waist. “Not much different from you, actually, though you’ve got a bit more fur than him.” He ran his free hand across Mikey’s chest, which had a light dusting of dark hair, and then down toward his waist. “I like that you keep it natural. Don’t start waxing anytime soon, okay?”
Mikey winced at the thought. “Not much chance of that,” he said. He sucked in a breath as Jimmy moved his hand lower, cupping Mikey’s package through his swimsuit.
“We might see if you like having your balls bare, though.” Jimmy pressed his fingers between Mikey’s legs. “That feels pretty amazing. On both sides.”
He punctuated his words with another squeeze and a lick of Mikey’s earlobe, and it was all Mikey could do not to dissolve into his arms right then. If they’d been alone—or at least if Evan and Riley hadn’t been there—he might have let Jimmy do whatever he wanted.
But they weren’t alone, so Mikey shifted away. “I’ll think about it,” he rasped, fighting to calm his now-very-interested body. Someone cleared his throat nearby, and Mikey looked over to see Riley and Evan standing next to pool steps a few feet away. Evan had on swim trunks, but Riley was wearing tiny, tight swim briefs and a smirk.
“Try to keep it in your pants, boys.” Riley grabbed Evan by the hand and led him down into the water, and in a few seconds, they were hanging on the edge next to Jimmy and Mikey. Jimmy quirked an eyebrow at them.
“Am I going to have to go drag the host with the most into the pool with us?” He turned his head toward the house. “Hey, hot stuff!” he yelled. “Get your ass over here and join your party!”
“It’s not a party until I get there anyway!” Cory finished fiddling with whatever he was fiddling with and headed toward the pool, pausing just long enough to lose his shirt and flip-flops. Mikey couldn’t help ogling him. Sure, he had a little jiggle around his middle, but he had broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and more than enough confidence to make up for his less than perfect physique.
Unlike Jimmy, though, Cory didn’t see any need to give a warning. He just took a running leap and cannonballed into the water, sending up a wave of water over the rest of the group. As Mikey laughed and wiped off his face, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere than right where he was at that moment.
T HREE HOURS later, after a couple of rounds of pool time and a dinner of pasta with chicken and veggies, Mikey was about ready to collapse. He didn’t seem to be the only one on overload either. Evan and Riley had started saying their good-byes a good twenty minutes earlier, but they couldn’t tear themselves away from the conversation around the kitchen table.
They’d moved indoors after dinner when a thunderstorm approached, and Cory’s reaction to that surprised Mikey. The second thunder rumbled, Cory jumped up and started moving things inside, and Jimmy and Evan followed moments later. Mikey and Riley exchanged a confused look, but they didn’t ask questions.
“We have really got to get going,” Riley finally said. “Evan has an early class tomorrow, and I’m supposed to have brunch with a design client. This has been amazing, guys. Thank you so much for having us.”
Mikey had to smile at Riley’s gushing. He was nothing if not a proper Southern gentleman, but then, he’d grown up surrounded by old Atlanta moneyed types. Mikey’d had a taste of that, though mostly
“Such a tragedy.” Jimmy sighed as Evan stripped off his shirt before turning back to toss it into one of the poolside chairs. Jimmy turned to Mikey, a gleam in his eye. “We’ll get him naked again someday soon. Get those two out to the resort and have a private pool party. No clothes allowed.” He gave a wolfish smile. “Haven’t gotten a gander at Mr. Yeats in the altogether yet. He’s got a body like a dolphin, all sleek and smooth.” He moved closer and wrapped an arm around Mikey’s waist. “Not much different from you, actually, though you’ve got a bit more fur than him.” He ran his free hand across Mikey’s chest, which had a light dusting of dark hair, and then down toward his waist. “I like that you keep it natural. Don’t start waxing anytime soon, okay?”
Mikey winced at the thought. “Not much chance of that,” he said. He sucked in a breath as Jimmy moved his hand lower, cupping Mikey’s package through his swimsuit.
“We might see if you like having your balls bare, though.” Jimmy pressed his fingers between Mikey’s legs. “That feels pretty amazing. On both sides.”
He punctuated his words with another squeeze and a lick of Mikey’s earlobe, and it was all Mikey could do not to dissolve into his arms right then. If they’d been alone—or at least if Evan and Riley hadn’t been there—he might have let Jimmy do whatever he wanted.
But they weren’t alone, so Mikey shifted away. “I’ll think about it,” he rasped, fighting to calm his now-very-interested body. Someone cleared his throat nearby, and Mikey looked over to see Riley and Evan standing next to pool steps a few feet away. Evan had on swim trunks, but Riley was wearing tiny, tight swim briefs and a smirk.
“Try to keep it in your pants, boys.” Riley grabbed Evan by the hand and led him down into the water, and in a few seconds, they were hanging on the edge next to Jimmy and Mikey. Jimmy quirked an eyebrow at them.
“Am I going to have to go drag the host with the most into the pool with us?” He turned his head toward the house. “Hey, hot stuff!” he yelled. “Get your ass over here and join your party!”
“It’s not a party until I get there anyway!” Cory finished fiddling with whatever he was fiddling with and headed toward the pool, pausing just long enough to lose his shirt and flip-flops. Mikey couldn’t help ogling him. Sure, he had a little jiggle around his middle, but he had broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and more than enough confidence to make up for his less than perfect physique.
Unlike Jimmy, though, Cory didn’t see any need to give a warning. He just took a running leap and cannonballed into the water, sending up a wave of water over the rest of the group. As Mikey laughed and wiped off his face, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere than right where he was at that moment.
T HREE HOURS later, after a couple of rounds of pool time and a dinner of pasta with chicken and veggies, Mikey was about ready to collapse. He didn’t seem to be the only one on overload either. Evan and Riley had started saying their good-byes a good twenty minutes earlier, but they couldn’t tear themselves away from the conversation around the kitchen table.
They’d moved indoors after dinner when a thunderstorm approached, and Cory’s reaction to that surprised Mikey. The second thunder rumbled, Cory jumped up and started moving things inside, and Jimmy and Evan followed moments later. Mikey and Riley exchanged a confused look, but they didn’t ask questions.
“We have really got to get going,” Riley finally said. “Evan has an early class tomorrow, and I’m supposed to have brunch with a design client. This has been amazing, guys. Thank you so much for having us.”
Mikey had to smile at Riley’s gushing. He was nothing if not a proper Southern gentleman, but then, he’d grown up surrounded by old Atlanta moneyed types. Mikey’d had a taste of that, though mostly
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