by Anna Martin
“Dude. I still used to have pool parties every year.”
“Fuck,” he grumbled. “I’m a summer baby, and I never got to have a pool party. Not once.”
I made a face at him and quickly scooted my legs back so he couldn’t kick my ankles.
“I was thinking earlier,” I said, trying to make sure I had a bit of each flavor on my spoon before eating it, “about moving.”
“Yeah? What specifically about moving?”
“Being here. If I should be working. Whether you’re happy.”
“I’m happy, Jesse. I’m with you,” he said immediately. There was a pink splodge on the end of his nose, and Will was trying to lick it off, going cross-eyed in the process. I snorted with laughter and passed him a napkin. “Thanks. You wanna talk about it?”
I shrugged. “Can do.”
“So talk. Jesus, you’re hard work sometimes.”
“Hey, I bought you ice cream.”
“The ice cream was free.”
“I paid for the gas to get us here.”
“Moving, Jesse. You were going to talk about moving here.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, this is painful. I’ll start. I don’t want you to work unless you’re ready for it. It has to be your decision. I think pushing you into doing something you’re not ready for is only going to cause more problems in the long run. I’ll support you whatever you want to do, you know that.” He punctuated his statement with another decisive mouthful of ice cream.
“I always thought we would live in Seattle forever,” I said. “I suppose moving here hasn’t changed what I expect for the long term.”
“I want for us to have a family, to be a family together,” Will said, suddenly serious. “There’s no one else in the world I want be with. Whether we do that here or in Seattle doesn’t matter that much to me.”
“I know,” I sighed. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said, hooking his foot around mine under the table again. “We’ll work something out, I promise.”
I was quiet for a few minutes, still eating my ice cream, thinking about whether I wanted to push the issue or not. Our family—the one we had at the moment and the one we wanted to make in the future—was a big deal to both of us. It was his birthday, though, and probably not the right time or place to talk about it. Will rubbed his thumb gently over my wrist and gave me a little smile.
The talk took longer to unravel than I’d anticipated, and we were fashionably late by the time we got back to the house.
“Someone’s got a cookout going on,” Will said as he climbed out of the car.
I forced my face into a picture of neutrality. “Yeah.”
“Damn. I’m jealous.”
I laughed then, throwing my arm around his shoulders.
When I steered him away from the front door and around the side of the house, he gave me a strange look. The sound of people, that many people at least, was hard to hide, and we stood at the edge of the yard for a moment before anyone noticed us.
Then they launched into a very tuneless version of “Happy Birthday.”
“Thanks,” he said with a laugh. He swallowed hard when his mom stepped forward, and smiled with surprised delight when she enveloped us both in a hug.
“Oh, I’m so pleased to see you!” Cara said, her eyes watery even as she smiled. She kissed each of us on the cheek, then pulled back. “You’ve got a tan! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with a tan.”
Her hand was on Will’s cheek, and he turned his head to put a kiss on it. “Blame Jesse.”
“Blame Jesse? I need to congratulate him. You’ve always been so deathly pale.”
“Thanks, Mom. I can’t believe you came all this way just to insult me.”
She laughed and tossed her glossy, brown hair over her shoulder. “Blame Jesse,” she said again easily before dragging us off to find other people.
My father and Will’s had taken control of the grill, and I guessed Jennifer had been responsible for putting the rest of the party together. We bitched at each other, as was our prerogative as siblings, but she always came through for me when it mattered.
“Thanks for coming,” Will said once I’d tugged him up onto the top step of the deck. “Um, it means a lot to me that everyone managed to be here. Jesse was trying to get me to go home for the weekend, I’m not sure why. Anyway, it was probably my wonderful partner who organized all this, so thank you.”
I smiled when he kissed me in front of all our family and a few friends.
My dad insisted Will get the first burger, even though we were both pretty full of ice cream. The kitchen had been laid out with salads and cold food, the air con turned up to try and keep it all cool.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” Will said, setting his plate down on the counter and pulling me into his arms. He kissed my neck. “Thank you.”
“If we were counting up the favors we owed each other, I’d need to give you a lot more than just a birthday party.”
“I haven’t had a birthday party like this since I was a kid, though. And you got my whole family down here. Where are they staying?”
“At my dad’s,” I said with a smile, leaning back against the fridge and wrapping my arms around his neck while he pinned me in place. “I think it’s going to be a bit squished, but they’ll all fit somehow. I did try and get your parents a hotel but they refused.”
“What about Jen?”
“She’s staying at Trent’s for the weekend. She did all this, you know,” I said, gesturing to the food.
“I’ll go say thank you.”
“Kiss me first.”
He did, very carefully, a kiss that said he was still a bit in awe. Will wasn’t the sort of guy who expected someone to do nice things for him. It made surprising him all the sweeter.
Chapter 13
The late-afternoon sun fizzled softly into early evening, and I lit the tall citrus candles I’d bought to keep the bugs away. They were surprisingly effective, meaning we didn’t have to chase everyone inside. It wouldn’t get properly dark until much later, and I’d always liked the time of day between losing the heat and gaining the night.
I spent far too long catching up with Cara, who wasn’t just a mother-in-law to me. She was an extra parent, even more important to me now that she was my one and only mother. I knew it would take a long time for me to come to terms with the loss of my mama, especially with the circumstances around her death, but Cara would help me through it. She always did.
My role for the day mostly meant making sure everyone had a drink when they wanted one, and the food kept coming, and clearing up dirty plates, and occasionally kissing Will. I wouldn’t let him help with stuff and left him in intense conversation with my dad and his, talking about something or other.
I had a couple of beers, not too many, and was working on my third while standing on the deck, people-watching.
“All this wood is rotting,” I said as Will came up behind me. My elbows were resting on the railing, but I was being cautious of putting too much weight on them. The next project for outside would have to be replacing it all.
“So get someone in to fix it.”
“I will. I just wanted to get the rest of the painting done first.”
I switched our places so my front was pressed to his back, our hands linked together.
“Our wedding could be like this,” I said quietly into his ear, not wanting anyone to overhear us. I gestured with our joined hands to the grill, where our fathers were still deep in conversation, where my sister and his cousin were laying on loungers while kids ran in circles around them.
“I’d like that, I think.”
“If we made it more formal, get the decorations to be more elegant….”
“Nicer clothes,” he added. I laughed and moved our hands under his T-shirt, not caring who saw. “You really want all that, Jess?”
“Mm. It’s about time, you know?”<
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“You’re in a funny mood today.”
“I’m in an ‘I love you’ mood.”
“I know that one well.”
He turned in my arms and reversed our positions once more, so my back was to the railing and his arms braced on either side.
It didn’t seem to matter that there was family all around us. I wasn’t scared of this intimacy. When he leaned in and fitted his lips to mine, I smiled into the kiss and cupped his cheek in my hand, reveling in the sweetness of it all.
I really should have known better. Getting distracted by his kisses meant not paying attention to my surroundings. The rotting wooden railing creaked as Will put pressure on it leaning in to me, then cracked and splintered.
In the distance, I heard someone scream, and I grabbed at Will’s shirt as the whole deck gave a massive shudder and the railing fell away behind me. It wasn’t a big drop to the ground, a few feet at most, but it felt like my stomach went there before his arms caught me.
“Saved your life,” he said with a grin, walking back to a safe distance.
“Jesus.”
Cara had run over and immediately started fussing, checking we weren’t damaged by the experience.
“I’m fine,” I said and gave her a shaky grin. “Promise.”
Will ran his hand over my hair and pressed another, harder kiss to my temple.
“You,” Cara said, smacking Will on the shoulder. “Need to be more careful.”
“Ow,” he complained.
“Saves us a job in the week,” Dad said, checking the damage from below us. “If you want to destroy anything else by making out with your boyfriend, just let me know.”
I was probably blushing as Will’s dad laughed too. I grabbed hold of Will’s hand in solidarity. “I’ll be in touch,” I said drily.
Several beers into the party, we ended up in the same lounge chair, Will draped over my lap while talking to his cousin next to us. Leanne was closest to him in age at just a few months younger, and she had a little girl already and another on the way. I’d always gotten on with Leanne; despite the fact that she lived quite a way away from us, she made the effort to meet up so we could hang out with her kid. I liked taking all my surrogate nieces and nephews around the museum. It was designed for kids, after all.
“This is so nice,” Leanne said with a sigh. “I could stay here forever. I don’t blame you for buying this place.”
“It’s nice,” I agreed. “Not sure if we’re going to make it a permanent move, though.”
“Really? You want to go back to rainy old Washington after living here?”
“It’s home,” I said with a shrug.
“This was your home once,” she said reasonably.
“He’s my home now,” I replied, giving Will a squeeze. He rolled his eyes and laughed, but I could tell he was secretly pleased.
Quietly, I was hoping Leanne wouldn’t press and ask why we were still down in Georgia instead of back home. A few months after my dad had asked the same thing, I still couldn’t answer. We were doing okay on our own, muddling through life while I desperately tried to make sense of this world without my mother in it.
It was probably inevitable I was drawn toward Cara as the day ambled on. I’d called her “Mom” for the longest time. She treated me like another son, too.
“You should call me more,” Cara said.
We had moved into the living room, mostly to get away from the bugs. I’d let her take the comfy chair and sat at her feet with my head on her knees. She was gently combing through my hair, reminding me I probably needed to get it cut.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, call me more.”
“Living here is like something else, you know? Like a different world almost. I suppose I don’t want to think about a life on the outside.”
“We miss you, Jesse. Not that I would ever begrudge you time spent with your dad, but you should know there’s people back home who love you too.”
“Thanks,” I told her, fighting back tears that were already pricking my eyes.
“Any time,” she said with a wink.
When the day grew late and the kids got cranky, the party started to wind down, and we sent people away with the promise of brunch in the morning. I had no idea who was going to cook, or where we’d go to eat locally where there was room for us all, but that could be figured out later.
I didn’t have the energy to do much in the way of cleaning up, and just shoved all of the cold food back in the fridge to be dealt with later.
Will was in the shower, and I joined him, knowing there was just about space for two and wanting to take advantage of the fact.
“I can’t believe you did all this for me,” Will said when I pressed our chests together and let the water sluice over my skin.
“I just wanted to do something nice for you. I know I’ll never be able to repay you for all this—the whole moving thing—so….”
“It’s not something you need to thank me for. I’m really not keeping tabs, Jesse.” He ran his hand ran over my wet back.
“I appreciate it anyway.”
We changed into pajama pants and T-shirts, then crashed on the couch in front of the TV, each with a bowl of cake and ice cream. My blood sugar would be through the roof by morning.
I plonked my feet in Will’s lap and gave him a hopeful look. After sighing and changing the channel, he obliged and pushed his thumbs into the arch of my foot. There was no point in holding back that deep moan of satisfaction—I’d been on my feet all day and they were sore.
There were very few shows we followed religiously; I preferred documentaries or the news, and Will had recently developed an obsession with the Discovery Channel and the new stuff they were putting out. Continuing that routine here felt good… right.
The foot massage was distracting, not that I was complaining, and I barely paid attention to the TV as he worked all the sore spots out for me.
“Thanks,” I murmured as he resumed a far more gentle stroking instead.
Will kissed my big toe. “I’ve got an idea for a session,” he said. “It’s something we haven’t done before.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Are you up for it?”
“Are you going to tell me what it is?”
“No,” he said with a smile.
I shrugged. “I trust you.”
“Really? You don’t want to ask me anything?”
“Is it in my red zone?”
“No. Not even close.”
“Then it’s fine.”
“Okay. I need to pick up some things before we do it.”
I was curious but just nodded instead of pressing further. I did trust him, absolutely, so I’d let him plan it all and go with the flow. Plus, the anticipation of having a scene together soon was nice.
He shifted on the couch and crawled up my body, kissing various spots on the way, finishing with a few quick kisses on my lips.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
He nuzzled against my neck, then came back for a long, slow, easy kiss.
Making out on the couch like this was silly and fun, and almost unexpected after the amount of time we’d been together. I raked my fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky softness on the top compared to the short, almost rough feeling on the sides. He was clean-shaven today, so there weren’t any rough whiskers to contend with, either, and I licked the corner of his mouth, liking the smoothness.
Will pulled away first and kissed my nose.
“I think I’m going to go read for a while.”
“Yeah? Are you sure that’s not code for escaping to our room and working?” I’d caught him doing that before.
“No,” he said with a laugh. “I’m done for the day, I promise.”
“Okay.”
We both needed alone time every now and then. I didn’t begrudge him that. Plus, Pawn Stars was about to start, and Will hated that show. I thought it was brilliant.
He
wandered off to the bedroom, and I turned the volume up, settling back to watch a couple of hours of mindless TV in my underwear.
I thought he would be asleep by the time I got to bed, but there was a light on under the door. For some reason, I almost knocked. He was reading from his Kindle, naked from the waist up, and from the waist down too, I guessed, by what he was getting up to.
“Sorry,” I said, smirking at him. “Didn’t realize you were busy.”
Will laughed, a little breathlessly, then cleared his throat.
“Do you want a hand?” I offered.
“Nah. I’ve got this covered.”
I watched as his hand moved under the sheet and smirked again. “All right. I’ll leave you in peace.”
“Thanks.”
I was amused and a little aroused that Will was jerking off, not that I had any problem with him doing it. For a moment I considered doing it too. I was saving myself for the session he’d promised, though, and even when my dick perked up at the idea of some action, I forced it down again.
By the time I’d detoured to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and crossed back into the bedroom, Will was curled up on his side with a grin on his face. I quickly found clean underwear and crawled in behind him, leaned over and turned off the lamp on the night stand, then curled around him from behind.
“Better?” I asked.
“Yeah. Much, thanks.”
I tickled him and appreciated the wriggle back against my groin that I got in return.
“What were you reading?”
“Just a book I downloaded. It’s good. You can borrow it when I’m done, if you like.”
“Mm. Maybe. What’s it about?”
“I’m not giving you spoilers. Read it yourself.”
Because I could, I bit his shoulder. Only gently. “Okay. I will.”
“Did you jerk off in the bathroom?”
“No,” I said on a laugh. “I decided to save myself. I thought about it, though.”
“I can probably get the stuff I need tomorrow,” he said around a wide yawn. “We can do it tomorrow night if you like.”
“Okay. Sounds good.” I kissed him again. “’Night, Will. Happy birthday.”
“’Night, baby.”
