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“Thank you. We better stop watching before they ask something easy and I get it wrong. I’ve had enough pizza anyway. Do you want the rest of mine?”
“No thanks. I’ve had plenty.”
“I don’t have pizza very often. It was a treat.” Fen started to get up to take the plate away but Ripley lifted it from his fingers.
“Let me.”
Fen sank into the couch with his glass of wine. He knew he’d drunk too much. His head was buzzing. Maybe he needed to get to the hot tub before he passed out. Ripley began to wash up and Fen took off his boots, then his sweater and T-shirt.
“Er…” Ripley said.
“If I tried to make stripping look sexy, especially when I’ve had a drink, I’d probably fall over.”
“You’re sexy without trying.”
Fen beamed at him. “Am I?”
“Yes.”
“We need… What do we need?” Fen mumbled. “I’ve forgotten.”
“No more to drink.”
“Trousers off.” Fen wriggled out of them. “Oh my legs aren’t sexy. Too many bruises. What can I do to distract you from looking at my bruises?” He took off his shorts and heard a gulp behind him. “Maybe we need to get in the hot tub before I fall asleep. I’ve never been in a hot tub. I hope it’s not too hot. It bubbles but that’s not because it’s boiling, right?”
“You need to wait until I’ve taken the cover off.”
“Hurry up then.”
“Let me get some towels. Donotget in until I’m there.”
Ripley hurried upstairs and Fen lingered by the back door. When Ripley came back, all he was wearing was a towel around his waist. He held another out to Fen who draped it over his shoulder.
“Let me get the top off before you even come outside,” Ripley said. “There’s no point standing there getting chilled. I’ll make sure the water isn’t too hot.”
Fen watched through the door, groaned when he caught sight of Ripley’s firm arse, just managed to get a picture before he was caught, then Ripley was in the tub and beckoning. Fen closed the back door behind him and yelped all the way across the patio. He climbed up the steps, clinging onto the handrails and then yelped again as he sank through the glowing blue lights into the bubbling water.
“Oh…oooh…oooooh,” Fen moaned. He couldn’t seem to stop moaning. “Ahh… Aaahhh…aaaahhhhh.”
“Come here, you wally. Don’t drop your phone.” Ripley pulled him over to sit by his side. He put his arm around Fen’s shoulders and tugged him down so just their heads were out of the water. “Take a selfie and I’ll put your phone somewhere safe.”
Fen took a picture of both of them, then handed it over. “I’m not a wally.”
“I know. It was a term of affection.”
“I think I likegorgeousbetter.”
“You’re a gorgeous wally.”
“Much better,” Fen said. “This is so lovely.” He leaned his head against Ripley’s shoulder. “We look like we’re steaming. Oh! Are you cooking me?”
“And me too?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I’d imagine it’s good for your BMD.”
“I can feel it doing me good. Oooh. My cock looks bigger. So it’s really doing me good.”
