I shrugged. “Could have fooled me. You never visited. Felt like you dumped Amberfield like a bag of unwanted toys.”
“Don’t be dramatic, this isn’t like Toy Story,” Fox said, smiling.
We were silent for a while, just listening to the ambient hum of the nearby hot tub pumps and the occasional car driving by far below. I was more relaxed than I’d been in weeks, lying there feeling like I was on top of the world.
“I missed a lot of things,” Fox murmured a while later, catching me right as I was drifting off. “I just don’t think I let myself admit it for a long time. Now I feel like an asshole, being gone for so long.”
I hummed softly. “Nobody really thought that except me,” I said. He puffed out a laugh, reaching over to give me a lazy swat on my arm. “But I’m glad you came back.”
I heard him gently sigh, but I was drifting off again, still lost in my post-orgasm calm and more than a little sleepy from the liquor.
When I blinked my eyes open again, my head was pounding. The light was totally different, yellow and bright and pouring into the cabana. I rolled over, my arm all pins and needles, half-asleep from hours of being on the lounge chair. I was right next to Fox, our chairs still pushed up close. He was snoozing away.
I heard a soft laugh coming from the other direction and when I sat up, I groaned.
Mom, Greg, and Logan were all there, stifling laughter as they held their phones up, taking pictures of me and Fox.
“What the hell?” I said, rubbing my eyes.
“Look at you two,” Mom said, with a good bit of affection in her voice even though she was definitely making fun of us.
I glanced around the cabana, realizing we’d left it much more of a mess than I’d remembered. There were empty drink glasses everywhere, our still-wet swim trunks in a heap on the floor, and a few abandoned towels.
“I… did not mean to fall asleep down here,” I said.
“Clearly,” Greg said, still finding it amusing.
I knew they had no clue what we’d actually done. To them, it just looked like two guys passed out drunk after too many cocktails by the pool.
But I still felt exposed. Like this morning was different, somehow, now that Fox and I had crossed about fifty different lines last night.
Fox was finally starting to stir on the chair beside me, and he groaned as he brought the edge of his robe up to cover his face.
“We’ll let you two wake up and get a shower in before we grab breakfast and get back on the road,” Greg said. “I’m glad you guys bonded over some drinks, but we’ve got a train to catch.”
Bonded.
No, sorry, Greg. I just came all over your son after he came all over me.
No big deal.
“I know, I know,” I said, standing up to stretch out my arms. “We’ll be up soon.”
“I am definitely printing out one of these pictures for the wall,” Mom said.
“You are not,” I told her.
“You boys are too cute.”
After they walked away, I gave Fox a little shove on his side. “Get up.”
“I’m never drinking again,” he mumbled.
“You’ll feel fine after you get up and have some water,” I said.
“Why are our parents fucking insane?” Fox asked, finally sitting up and running his hands through his hair.
“They like laughing. Usually at us.”
“They’re certainly not used to seeing us together.”
I nodded. “At least they woke us up by taking pictures instead of screaming at us.”
“I could think of better ways to wake up,” Fox said.
I looked at him, raising one eyebrow. “Like?”
For a moment, he gave me a glare like he wanted to kill me. But then he leaned forward, peeking his head out of the cabana and glancing each way. A moment later he was reaching to the back of my head and pulling me in for a kiss.
My cock responded immediately, blood rushing lower in my body as his warm lips pressed against mine, insistent. He was possessive in a way I hadn’t expected. I’d half expected him to regret what we’d done last night, pushing it away like it had been another drunken mistake.
But he was grabbing me like I belonged to him.
“Don’t play dumb,” Fox said as he pulled back, his voice low. “You know what I meant.”
“Okay, sure, yes,” I said. “That is definitely a better way to wake up.”
He gave my hair a little tug before letting go, his silvery eyes never leaving mine.
“Apparently getting really hard in the morning can cure a hangover,” I said. “Who would have known?”
He reached down, slipping his hand into my robe and quickly squeezing my cock before he got up and grabbed his swim trunks.
“I’m going to go shower. See you at breakfast,” he said, giving me another smug look before he walked away, knowing exactly the state he was leaving me in.