Zel sat in the middle of the pool completely dry. It was the seat in the water he still marveled at.

He'd never seen an inbuilt seat in a pool, complete with a table in the middle of the seats, completely untouched by the water surrounding it.

He was halfway through the bag of chips as he relaxed, watching Pierre out of the pool, on a sun bed.

Zel loved the fact that Pierre was more confident and comfortable with himself as the days went by.

He even walked shirtless—something he'd never do before—and lay flat on Alexander's back as he did his push ups.

It always started out as non-sexual, until Pierre was quivering with his dick in Alexander's mouth.

He didn't hide himself anymore, and it made Zel surge with pride and happiness.

Zel sent him a flying kiss while he munched on his chips. Pierre blushed then winked back at him and covered his face with his hands, as if he was shy.

Zel giggled at the same time Alexander emerged from the water behind him and startled him.

He yelped. "You scared me!"

Alexander shook his wet hair at Zel and sprayed water on him.

"Stop! My chips!" Zel squealed and held them away from the water.

Alexander shook his hair again. Zel screamed. "You're getting me wet!"

"Kiss me," Alexander closed the distance between them and stopped one inch from his lips.

He looked so hot with his bare chest and the thin silver chain around his neck.

Zel hugged his bag of chips to his chest. "No, you splashed all that water on me." He made to go back.

"I'll do it again," said Alexander. He smiled as the threat seemed to work.

"No!" Zel looked horrified. Like the worst thing that could happen to him in a pool was to get wet. "Okay."

Zel pressed their lips together and expected it to be as quick as it came. But he moaned and didn't want to stop, it seemed.

"Aww, does my princess want more?" Alexander teased when he pulled away.

He nodded and abandoned his chips on the table and climbed onto Alexander, then latched their lips together again.

Jet sat on a sun bed too, watching the pool.

"Explain to me why you haven't yet touched the pool," Riley said, crouching next to him.

"I don't tell you how to live your life," said Jet.

Riley lips twitched upwards and he cocked his head. "You can't swim?"

"I can swim, I'm just allergic to water," said Jet as he kept his focus on Pierre getting into the water.

Riley laughed. "Well that's not good," he said. "Makes me wonder about the last time you showered."

Jet's breath hitched when he understood what Riley was trying to remind him of; the shower they'd had that morning.

"Fine," he gave up. "I can't swim. Never learned how."

"Oh really?" Riley's smile turned evil. He scooped Jet up in his arms.

"Riley put me down, don't do what I'm thinking," Jet warned.

Riley didn't seem to listen. He laughed and ran towards the pool. "Lesson number one!" He shouted as he jumped in with the other male gluing his hands around his neck.

"Just hold on to me," said Riley when Jet tried to convince him to get him out of the pool.

He didn't have to tell Jet twice. He wasn't going to let go of Riley, even if he'd asked him.

Riley then took him to one edge of the pool where it wasn't so deep and he could stand without fucking drowning.

They both leaned at the edge of the pool as they watched Pierre, Alexander and Zel creep up on Mason.

He had his shades on as he lay peacefully facing up on a float designed like a watermelon.

Before he understood what was going on, it was turned over and he fell into the water screaming in surprise, failing to hold on in the nick of time.

Jet's laughter faded when he suddenly looked at his hands and saw the fingers entwining themselves with his.

When his gaze shifted to Riley's face, their eyes met and in that moment, it seemed like too much it was unbearable. They both looked away.

"Fuck," Jet laughed. "Why are we acting like we don't know we're in love with each other?"

Riley's hold tightened. At first, it seemed like he had no answer. "Because this will never get old, even if it's sixty nine years later–"

"Sixty nine?" Jet bit his lip in an effort not to smile. Riley was so damn sneaky.

Riley laughed. "I'm trying to be serious here," he said with all the mischief in his face.

Jet laughed back. "If only you'd get your mind out of the gutter for a second."

"You don't make that easy, Jet," he suddenly turned serious which caught the tatted man off guard.

Jet's hands were suddenly gripping the edges of the pool as Riley's lips claimed his and made his knees weak.

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They all sat by the fire as the sun began to set with nothing they needed more than each other's company.

Hades jumped from Zel to Alexander's lap and whined then wagged his tail before settling down on him.

"I swear this dog is obsessed with me," he said. Hades weird behavior could only be infatuation. He couldn't even take his eyes off Alexander for long moments when he was in the room.

"Such a traitor," said Jet while shaking his head. "He won't even focus on me anymore. So cold."

"Aw Jet," said Zel while taking his hand and putting it on his head. "Here, you can pet me if you want."

Zel didn't get a petting on the head, instead, he got a kiss that sent all of his blood rushing to his cheeks.

He remained stunned for a while. "Okay," Zel laughed breathily. "That works too."

"You're so cute," said Mason and Zel got redder.

Alexander stroked Hades and laughed at how ridiculously in love he was with each of them.

"It's not funny, daddy," Zel said accusingly.

He chuckled again and placed Hades next to him, then spread his arms open for Zel. Zel walked over and sunk into his embrace as he held on tight.

"I was going to introduce you to Eden tomorrow," he said to them. "But his parents want to see you all too, so they've invited us for dinner."

Zel played with the buttons on his shirt as he trailed his fingers along his jawline, listening.

"Then...I want to take you all on a date," Alexander said, sounding shy. "A–after that of course."

"Are you nervous?" Mason laughed a little in confusion.

"No...Damn it, yes I am," Alexander confirmed. "I'm so nervous I could fuck it up. You might not like it...you'll probably hate it."

He'd planned a perfect evening, he just didn't know he'd be stumbling over his own feet when it came to telling them.

"How do you know we'll not like it?" Zel asked and he realized he wasn't just playing with his shirt anymore, he was unbuttoning it.

Alexander was confused. "Pri–"

"Yeah, how do you know that?" Pierre asked while he felt his hands trail all the way to his fly, getting his pants open.

Jesus Christ.

Jet took his shoes off. "Did we say we wouldn't like it?" He asked.

If Alexander could speak to animals then Hade's bark clearly echoed Jet's question.

Riley helped him shrug off his shirt and firmly pinned his arms above him. "Did we already decide that we hated it?" He asked.

Alexander was caged and trapped with no way out. His breathing became laboured as they all touched him, his brain couldn't seem to function enough for him to remember any words.

Mason gripped his jaw and looked him in the eye. "Answer us, Alexander," he ordered calmly, before closing the distance between them.

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