KP gave him the oars, sat back, and enjoyed the ride for a few minutes. It was such a tiny lake, but if Wenton stayed seated, he would be fine rowing around as long as he didn’t get near the racers. I kept a close eye on him, ready to jump in if he started to look too tired. We parked the boat near a shady spot with a nice patch of grass and set out our picnic.
“I’m starving,” Wenton announced, and I noticed that he looked really pale and weak. He had seemed fine just a few moments ago.
“Me too.”
But instead of eating, Wenton laid down in the grass. After a few minutes, he drifted off to sleep.
“Is he okay?” I asked, more than a little concerned.
KP looked torn. If I were in his shoes, I would have been torn too. There was a fine line between letting a person you love enjoy their life while also protecting them.
“Let’s give him some time to rest, then I’ll wake him up and makes sure he eats his lunch.” KP gave me a sandwich and a big smile that seemed forced.
“Thanks.”
“Wenton’s chef made these, so you won’t be going home with a tummy bug at least.”
He was joking, at least I hoped he was joking. “You’re horrible,” I teased.
“No, seriously, all that macaroni salad and the sun is not a good idea.”
I laughed. I could tell he was raised around money because normal things like family day picnics with flies, heat, and food left out in the sun were like boot camp for him.
“I think we’ll survive,” I assured him as I took a bite of my sandwich. Ugh. I swallowed the lump. “Bologna, my favorite.” I was a total liar. And maybe I had higher expectations from a chef.
We sat together, enjoying the good weather and being outdoors. I noticed a family of ducks on the water and pointed them out to KP. “Look at how cute those little baby ducks are.”
But he wasn’t looking at them. He was looking at me. “Not as cute as you.”
His eyes fell to my lips, and all the air was sucked out of my lungs. I forced myself to look away, and the direction my eyes took me wasn’t helpful. They fell to his crotch. The growing crotch. The bulging crotch. He sat up and set his plate in his lap, and my lips quirked as he tried to hide his erection.
“It was nice meeting your grandmother today.”
I almost laughed. If we were going to play the “ignore your big boner game,” I was up for it. “I think she likes you.”
“I hope I get some time to get to know her.” Before she dies was left hanging in the air.
“Well, considering you invited yourself over for tea, I think you will.” Wow… that sounded more bitchy and bitter than I’d intended.
He gave me an I can’t figure you out look, and I relented. “Tammy is ditching me tonight for her boyfriend, so I would love the company. I’m worried about Gran these days, she doesn’t seem to be doing very well.”
“If I’m honest, she didn’t look too good, so we’ll make tonight fun. I’ll arrange for a hotel when we get back to Wenton’s cottage. I don’t want to worry about my driver. Maybe we can pick up some dinner.”
“That sounds fun. She likes to watch old horror movies and creepy shit from the eighties so maybe we can have a little movie time with her too. It’s her favorite thing.”
“Sounds fun, we can do whatever you wish.”
My eyes slid to his brother. “That sounds perfect. Do you think we should wake Sleeping Beauty?”
“Let’s give him a few more minutes,” KP said as he shifted uncomfortably, probably trying to accommodate his cock, which seemed to just be getting in the way of everything.
It was hard to ignore his struggle. “How’s not having sex with anyone working out for you?” I teased, hoping it was the right approach.
KP threw his head back and growled at the sky.
“Excruciating. I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long,” he confessed.
I patted his thigh. “Poor guy.” That was honest. I really did feel sorry for him. I couldn’t imagine having the evidence of my desire for KP on full display like that.
“Sorry, I keep trying to think of something to help tame this monster, but I can’t get it to go away.” He seemed really embarrassed.
“I really don’t know how to help you.” As soon as I said it, I realized how funny it was.
“Well…” he gave me a helpless look and we both broke out in guffaws.
It was funny and awkward, but mostly funny. Damn. I really liked this side of him.
“Glad we can joke about this.”
“I’m glad you can joke about this.”
“You wanna hug or something?” I said in my best imitation of a camp counselor.
“Woman!” He gave me a don’t even play with me kind of look.
As fun as it was to tease him, bringing us back to reality was probably the best course of action. “Maybe we should wake up Wenton. I’m kind of worried about him,”
KP looked down at his lap and I tried not to laugh as he pushed himself into a standing position. Turning his back on me, he walked over to Wenton. “Hey there big guy.”
When Wenton stirred, I started to breathe more easily. He still looked pale but less lethargic. KP gave him his lunch, and they walked over to sit beside me.
“Rowing is hard work,” Wenton said with a yawn.
“But you got us here. This is a nice spot.”
“Yep, I’m a rock star.” Wenton grinned but not as big as earlier.
On the other side of the lake, people were starting to filter out of the facility. The races had ended and it looked like the staff was starting to pack up. It was probably two o’clock or so. While we didn’t feel pressure to leave just yet, it did seem like the day was coming to an end. I tried to think of a way to buy us a little more time.
“You guys want to play charades? I have an app on my phone,” I suggested.
“I hate charades,” Wenton blurted out.
“Good.” KP smiled as he sneered at me.
How could I have forgotten his condition? It made me laugh.
“Okay,” I backed down.
“You wanna play Uno? I brought it in my backpack,” Wenton offered.
I whispered to KP, “That should do the trick.”
He flashed me a grin. “Sure, let’s play.”
We played Uno for about an hour, then KP rowed us back to the shores of the facility. Wenton looked exhausted but assured us he had “the best day ever.” Neither of us believed him. It wasn’t the company that stopped us from really enjoying ourselves, it was the situation.
While I had thought a game of cards wouldn’t be too taxing, Wenton was completely exhausted so we put him to bed at around four. He’d lost all the color in his face and his breathing was slow and labored. Wenton’s doctor assessed his condition and decided that bed rest and some intravenous nutrition would give him the boost he needed. The doctor then called KP away and they left the room. I sat next to Wenton and just stroked his hair while he fell asleep.
“I’m so tired I could sleep for a week,” he half slurred as his eyes slowly drooped closed.
“Sleep well,” I said as I continued to rub his head.
Within moments, he was sleeping soundly. While Wenton slept and KP was with the doctor, I texted Tammy to check in on Gran. According to her reply, they were having a nice day together. Gran was in good spirits and had more energy than she had seen her have in a long time. That good news made me feel better.