Shit.
He wondered what the odds were that he could just stay and hide out up here under the covers.
There was a bottle of water on his bedside table, a bottle of Advil and B-vitamins. Slayde thought of fucking everything. What kind of asshole did that make him? Taking advantage of the man when they'd both been drinking?
The man was… Fuck. This was insane. He'd had that long, pretty cock right in his hand. Shitty as he felt, his prick still began to harden, just at the thought.
He looked over and his bedroom door was locked, so he reached down. Slayde had been pure sex, shifting and sliding against him in the dark. Fuck, he could still feel it. He closed his eyes and rubbed, feeling that sexy body like Slayde was right here with him.
Slayde had moaned for him, had rocked against his cock like the man was begging for it -- for him. He worked his hand up and down, pretending it was Slayde's. Fuck, but he bet Slayde could give a good hand job. Hell, he could imagine those lips, wrapped around him, sucking him, taking him to the root.
Groaning, he started thrusting, pushing his hips up to slide his prick into Slayde's imaginary mouth. Man had a mouth made to suck cock, those pretty eyes looking up at him through long lashes. He could remember that voice, begging him please. Asking for his touch.
"Oh, fuck." Another groan and he came, heat pushing up out of his prick. He wanted more. More of that.
He wiped his hand off on his sheets and sat up. Grabbing the Advil and vitamins, he swallowed them down and drank most of the water. Better. Whether the pills, the water or the orgasm, he wasn't sure, but he felt better.
He tugged on some clothes and headed downstairs -- seeing Slayde wasn't going to get any easier the longer he put it off.
The kids were in their swimming suits, running through the sprinkler in the back yard while Slayde watched, eyes hidden by sunglasses.
Jesus. He didn't know what to say to the man. Excuse me for taking advantage of you? Please don't tell anyone? Blow me?
"There's banana bread on the counter. The public pool closed for repairs, so we're having sprinkler time."
"Shit, what time is it?" He'd missed the pool?
"Almost three. You were sleeping hard."
"Fuck. I'm sorry." And what exactly was he apologizing for?
Slayde chuckled, waved one hand. "The kids were fine. No worries."
He went and sat at the table. The same table they'd been sitting at the night before. Shit. What kind of explanation did he give Slayde?
Slayde didn't say a word, didn't look at him or ignore him. Which made him feel even worse. Shit.
"More sunscreen, guys!" It was like last night hadn't even happened. "You want some sunscreen, Drake?"
"I, uh. I'm okay."
"Okay." Slayde lotioned up the kids, then held out his slick fingers. "You sure?"
No, he wasn't fucking sure at all. The temptation to say go for it and have those hands on him was huge. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Slayde's smile softened. "It's okay, man."
His eyes narrowed. What did that mean? "I." He cleared his throat, looked over at the kids who were back in the water. "I'm sorry," he bit out. He'd been an ass. A drunken, stupid ass, taking advantage of the booze and a drunk Slayde.
"Don't be. No harm was done."
He blinked. That wasn't what he'd expected.
"Would it be easier if I was a bitch?" Slayde looked over the top of his glasses. "We have to spend a lot of time together, to be uncomfortable."
"No. I just…" He lowered his voice, meeting Slayde's gaze. "I fucking took advantage of you when you'd been drinking."
"I had a quarter of a beer."
"You weren't pacing me?" He'd thought they'd both done a good job decimating the six pack.
"Someone had to be sober for the kids."
Jesus, the man was just…a fucking robot. Then why the fuck hadn't Slayde put an end to… "You want me."
"I have eyes."
"But I didn't. How did you. What?" How the fuck had Slayde known he was gay?
"We need to talk later. Not now, man. Now we have little ears and eyes."
He closed his mouth, nodded tightly. Yeah, Slayde was probably right.
Drake sat back, arms crossed, ostensibly watching the kids. His eyes kept cutting back to Slayde, though. This would have been a whole lot easier if his damn prick wasn't so fucking interested in the man.
Christian came over to him, soaking wet and all smiles. "You sleeped and sleeped!"
"I did! I guess I needed it -- you and your sisters ran me ragged." He gave Christian a wink.
"We whispered so you could."
"That was really nice of you guys." He shot a look at Slayde; the man had clearly wanted to avoid him.
Slayde chuckled. "And who won the quiet game, Christian?"
"Maggie. She's good at that game."
Drake laughed. He could see that. He glanced over at her. There was just something about those serious eyes that made him want to make her like him. He was definitely winning her over, though.
"How long did you stay quiet?" he asked.
The little girl zipped her lips, winked. Oh, ho. Someone was still playing.
"That's really impressive. Do you get a prize for winning, honey?"
"She gets to pick tonight's movie."
"Can I talk you into my favorite?" he asked her.
She shrugged, then came to him, little swimsuit soaking wet. He grinned and took her hand. They'd only seen that Pirate Misfit movie thing once and it had made Slayde laugh. He thought he'd like to hear that sound again. "You liked that pirate movie, yeah?"
She nodded her head and Christian hooted, running back to the water. Little Jenny was sitting on a towel near the sprinkler, fingers playing in the spray.
"I think it would make a great movie tonight. We could play a popcorn game. It would be fun."
"A popcorn game?" she whispered, so soft.
"Uh-huh." He moved closer
