“Midsummer’s Night Drink?” Royce asked and Grant’s groan sank into his soul. There was no way he’d get out of it, once Royce knew.
“Walter’s summer ‘costume gala’. It’s next week and he keeps bringing it up because he’s worried I won’t go,” Grant explained. Royce’s whole face lit up as he stared at Walter’s house.
“You have to go! You have to take me!” He exclaimed as he gave Grant’s arm an urgent tug.
“Of course, I’m going and I’m taking you with me. I don’t have a choice,” he muttered then squinted at Royce. “Why are you so excited about Walter?” He asked and Royce’s jaw fell.
“Why aren’t you excited? He’s magnificent!” He said. Grant nodded slowly as he reflected. Saying Walter was magnificent was like saying honey was sweet or the sky is blue. Walter was magnificent and there wasn’t a soul in Aspenville or Hopkins Creek who didn’t adore him but Royce was anxiously checking his already perfect hair.
“Walter’s great…”
“I think he’s alluring,” Royce declared as he unbuckled his belt then smoothed his tie as if he was about to meet a date. Grant’s eyes widened before they flicked to Walter’s house.
“Ummm… Did something happen between the two of you that I should know about?” He asked slowly. Royce shook his head then gave Grant a sheepish wince.
“Not that I didn’t consider it,” he admitted. “If I wasn’t so determined to win you back, I would have gone for it,” he added and Grant coughed, he laughed so hard.
“With Walter?” He asked as he wiped his eyes. “You’re kidding, right?” Grant said and Royce’s brows jumped.
“I’m being completely serious. Walter has an intoxicating aura and he looks like he’d be an amazing fuck. Don’t you see it or are you too shallow?” He smiled brightly and expectantly at Grant as he blinked back at him.
“I… I’m not shallow. I just didn’t think you’d go for someone like Walter,” he mumbled at Royce and his lips twisted.
“You didn’t think I’d go for you either but you were very wrong about that too,” he pointed out. Grant glared at him for a moment then snorted.
“Look at you. You don’t spend all that time in the gym and getting fitted for suits because it’s fun,” he countered then nodded his head firmly, daring Royce to argue that he wasn’t shallow.
“I do enjoy wearing nice things but I look like this because other people are shallow and they’re more cooperative when they want to fuck me. Even straight men want to fuck me, and sometimes they do, right after they give me what I want,” Royce explained.
“Great,” Grant replied tightly and Royce patted his chest soothingly as he shushed.
“Sometimes adults have sex for fun but that’s all behind me and I just want to have sex with you,” he cooed. Grant rolled his eyes but he let Royce pull him close and kiss his cheek. “And sex with you is hell of a lot of fun,” he whispered. Grant’s face was hot as he leaned away and checked the windows to see if anyone was watching.
“Maybe I am shallow,” Grant said. “I love Walter and he’s family but I’ve never looked at him like that. I definitely didn’t think you would,” he added and Royce raised a shoulder.
“If I limited my partners to men below the age of thirty-five with single-digit body fat, I’d have a very small and boring pool of men to choose from. I like having sex with bigger men, especially when they’re comfortable with their bodies and enjoy them. There’s more to grab hold of and I love the soft curves and corners,” Royce stated simply then cleared his throat as he leaned toward Grant. “Older men are amazing in bed. They don’t give a fuck about their bodies and they know what they like and how to get off.” He pulled down his visor and checked his teeth as the wheels in Grant’s brain slowly turned.
“Is that why you like me?” He asked and Royce chuckled as he flipped the visor up.
“Not at all. Did you ever have a crush on your friend’s dad, when you were younger?” Royce gave Grant a moment to think back and he nodded and smiled.
“Joseph Gomez’s dad coached our soccer team and I’d get nervous when it was my turn to take a shot at the goal when he was blocking it. He had really nice calves and I’d get a tickle in my shorts,” he murmured dreamily then shook his head. “What’s your point? I think all gay men have had a crush on at least one of their friends’ dads,” he said and Royce hummed knowingly as he grinned at Grant.
“Exactly. You’re very fatherly without being old enough to be my father and that really works for me,” Royce said.
“Ohhh…” Grant’s eyes widened as they became distant and his lips curved into a bigger smile. “I guess I can see that.” And he could! His face became hotter as his sentience shifted and he stepped back and considered his entire existence. He was definitely a Father. Every thread of Grant’s life and personality, down to the strands in his DNA, was fatherly and he could certainly see how and why that might appeal to a gay man. Suddenly, all the things that made Grant feel average and dull became slightly kinky and…fun.
“It’s about time,” Royce sighed as he tucked his finger under Grant’s chin. “Now, consider the context,” he growled against Grant’s lips. “Imagine a man like you, blowing me in your pool.”
“Ok. That’s really…” Grant nodded jerkily as he licked his lips. Heat dropped into his groin and his mouth watered. He could already taste Royce. “Can we go home? I want to blow you in the pool,” he panted but Royce clicked his teeth scoldingly.
“And stand Walter up? I couldn’t,” he said then hushed Grant when he started to pout. “I am free for the rest of the day, though.”
“Me too,” Grant replied breathlessly. He realized Royce already knew that and he sounded like an idiot but he didn’t care. Grant kissed Royce deeply and hungrily. “You really are perfect,” he whispered. Royce shook his head and sighed heavily as he set Grant away from him.
“I’m not but I’m glad you think so. I’ve got to focus on Walter for a bit but we’ll continue this later,” he stated as he checked his appearance again then swung his head toward the windshield. “Let’s go but do me a favor and try to be a little less distracting. I’ve got a list of questions I need answered and I feel like this might be important. I might miss something if you don’t stop tempting me,” he murmured as he checked his watch. Grant’s head fell back and his hand smacked the dashboard as he cackled.
“I’ll do my best!” He laughed as he hugged the steering wheel but Royce appeared to be serious. He waited patiently until Grant recovered. “Sorry,” Grant said then pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m good,” he promised and Royce gave him a flat look.
“We’ve already established that we have different ideas about what we consider sexy. Try not to act like a cranky, disapproving tart and I might be able to do my job for half an hour,” he replied briskly before he swung his door open and stepped out.