Chapter 10
Harvey
"Here's some iced tea for you," Sutton says, setting a pitcher and two tall glasses down on a stack of split logs. "Wish I could say it's homemade, but not all old ladies are as good in the kitchen as Esme was."
I laugh and throw the axe into the ground. "I appreciate it all the same."
She pours us each a glass and hands one to me. "Thank you so much for all your help with this firewood. I really don't want to be a bother."
I take a big swig of tea. "It's no bother at all. Besides, I said I'd do it a few weeks ago, so I am."
"I haven't seen you much this summer," she says, which I know is a leading statement because she doesn't see me much normally.
The last few weeks have been anything but normal though. Swims at the lake. Friday board game nights. Me and Jack helping Zak in the kitchen, by which I mean staying out of his way while he whips up tasty food for us. Them helping me repair the fence along the rear of my property.
And of course, at night, they turn into horny cum demons and treat me to an epic blowjob, which I reciprocate by dousing them in a cum shower that they both eagerly lap up and play with. Hands down, the hottest thing I've ever experienced in all my years.
"Cat got your tongue, dear?"
"Huh? No, what? Sorry, I just…"
"Have some more tea," Suttons says, the skin around her eyes crinkling with a smile. "You look a little flushed. Must be the sun."
"Yeah." I lift up my glass. "The sun."
"That is hilarious," Zak says, laughing when I finish telling him and Jack about my mind-wander at Sutton's place earlier.
"Thank god she's got cataracts so she couldn't see my erection."
"Yeah, I wouldn't bet on that," Jack joins in with a chuckle. "Pretty sure you can see that thing from the International Space Station."
I laugh, which is a sure sign of how massively differently I view my body than I did even a month ago.
And it's all because of the two guys I'm currently scurrying down to our secret lake spot with.
My self-consciousness about my size is melting away, replaced by actually feeling sexy, even desirable, for the first time ever.
Not even my massive loads are an issue for them. If anything, they really love them, lapping up every last drop I feed them.
"Oh, shit." Zak stops in his tracks when we hit the patch of sand. "There's someone here."
"Really?" I walk ahead, and yep, he's right. Three guys are sunbathing—not naked—near our usual spot.
"What do we do?"
"We're here now," I say. "Let's have a swim but keep our clothes on."
"Where's the fun in that?" Zak teases, but he nods anyway, marching ahead.
The three of us park our stuff a healthy distance away. We're about to test out the water when I do a double take. "Holy shit. That's Stellan and Duke."
"Who?" Jack asks, adjusting his board shorts.
"My two favorite hockey players from back in the day." They both look over at Stellan, Duke, and the younger guy they're with. "Take it you're not hockey fans?" I hedge.
"Does Heated Rivalry count?" Zak asks.
"What's that?"
"Oh, brother."
He and Jack laugh.
"You should go over and say hi," Jack encourages.
"Really?"
"Of course. Oh, wait. Looks like they're going into the water, too. Now's your chance."
As the three guys approach, I step forward and say, "Hi. Sorry to bother you. My name is Harvey, I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan. I was in the stands when you played the Game 7 conference final that went to double overtime."
Stellan, a.k.a. the Nordic Viking, smiles. "Nice to meet you, Harvey. You probably know this lug"—he hikes a thumb toward Duke who greets me with a friendly grin—"and this is our boyfriend, Bailey."
Bailey waves. "Hi. Nice to meet you."
It takes my brain a second to compute that a) Stellan and Duke are gay, because despite rumors, I'd never heard them confirm it, and b) they're in a throuple.
"Nice to meet you, Bailey," I say, prompted by a helpful elbow nudge from Zak. "Oh, sorry. This is Zak and Jack. They're…my neighbors."
Duke and Stellan both say hi, but Bailey stares them both down, like he's trying to place them in his mind.
"Oh my god!" he exclaims. "You're from FaceBros."
"You, uh…" Jack scratches the back of his neck and clears his throat. "You know of us?"
"Of course I do. You're my favorite porn site. Not that I need porn now that I have these two, but before that, I was a platinum subscriber. Your bukkake scenes are out-of-this-world amazing. And I think I own every single piece of your merch."
I can feel Jack's relieved exhale all the way down to my bones. For a second there, before it was clear which way Bailey would go, my chest seized in dread, foreseeing one of the bad reactions they told me about.
All six of us make our way to the water. I pester Duke and Stellan with my fanboying and all things hockey, while Bailey gets into an intimate discussion with my…erm, neighbors.
That word didn't feel right the second it left my lips.
They're more than that, and they're more than fuckbuddies, too. The right word to describe what we are becoming eludes me, but it's definitely something more than that.
We keep talking for a while, sharing a few laughs, then play a few rounds of Pass the Splash. When we get out of the water, Zak invites them to come over and sit with us, and they do. Before I know it, a few hours have passed.
"I'm still in shock I live in the same town as my hockey heroes," I say as we begin packing up for the day, the sun casting a warm, low glow over everything.
"We tend to keep to ourselves," Duke says. "We value our privacy."
"I hear you on that," Jack says, helping Bailey fold up the giant blanket.
"Hey, what are you guys doing this Saturday?" Bailey asks us.
"Don't know. No plans yet. Why?" Zak replies.
"It's LGBT night at a bar in town," Bailey says.
"It's super low-key and a judgment-free zone.
We've made some great friends there. You guys should come.
Here, I'll give you my number. You don't have to decide right away.
" He types his number into Zak's phone. "Think about it, and do what feels right. "
"We will," I say, and after we've loaded up our respective vehicles and hugged goodbye—I hugged my hockey heroes!—I bring it up on the way back home.
"What do you guys think about Saturday?"
"I'm in," Zak says, surprising no one.
"Jack?"
"I…could be convinced. What about you?"
I mull it over, stopping at a crosswalk. "Normally, it'd be a hard no. Being out in public is hard enough; being in a gay bar is a nightmare. But Bailey made it sound like people there are chill, and if I'm being honest, I kind of like the idea of showing up with you two."
"You do?" Zak asks, lifting a brow.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Dunno. It just feels…right."