Page 63 of Fate in Motion
She glances back with a smirk. “If you win tonight.”
Immediately, the whole family starts chanting, “Pressure! Pressure! Pressure!”
I point at each of them, one by one. “You’ll see.”
After breakfast, my mom and brothers start cleaning up, and I nudge Nate. “Hot tub?”
He blinks. “Excuse me?”
“Didn’t tell you I had a hot tub? You didn’t bring a bathing suit, but lucky you, I brought two.”
Nate laughs. “I saw the pool, but not the hot tub!”
“Well, my parents have both. You’re lucky now, because you’re always welcome here, and it’s only a four-hour drive.”
“Yeah,” he says. “Only four hours.”
“So…hot tub?” I whisper.
Before he can answer, Dustin and Chase yell from the other room, where they wandered, “Did you just say hot tub? We’re in!”
Nate laughs, “I’m in too.”
We all change. I give Nate flamingo print swim trunks, which are tight, short, and thigh-revealing. I’m wearing a similar pair, just covered in pineapples. I got them from the same company. They hug your legs so tightly and make your leg muscles pop. I’m obsessed with the way Nate looks in them, especially his ass.
We walk past the decently sized saltwater pool and head straight for the hot tub. It’s steaming, with the jets already on. The four of us each take a corner, lean back, and sigh in unison.
I glance at Nate. “How good are these jets?”
Before he can answer, my brothers both say, “Dude, I know!”
Nate shoots them a look and says playfully, “Bros. He was talking to me.”
They grin and give him a high five for the sass.
After what feels like an hour in the hot tub, we all glance at our completely wrinkled fingers. No one says it, but we all know: we’ve been in way too long. One by one, we climb out, toweling off and shaking the water from our bodies.
Nate looks over at me and says, “Shit. The barbecue starts in an hour. We should probably shower and get ready. How do the showers work here?”
I grin at him, like he's adorably helpless. “My brothers share their own bathroom. I’m the oldest, so I’ve got my own. Aren’t I special?”
Then I add, “Wanna shower together?”
Nate raises an eyebrow. “Your whole family’s home.”
I shrug. “They don’t have to know. It’s not like we’re gonna fuck in the shower.”
Nate smirks, shaking his head. “Fine. But nothing sexual, just to speed things up.”
As we head upstairs, I notice the house has quieted down, with each family member in their own room getting dressed. I grab clean clothes for both of us and dart into my bathroom, pulling Nate along. I turn on the water, warm but not scalding, and strip off my bathing suit.
I glance down and realize that I’m hard. I know nothing’s going to happen, but I can’t help the way my brain works. Nate catches me looking, walks over, kisses the tip of my penis, then stares at it like it’s a person and says, “Sorry, buddy. Not now.”
I pout, but I get it.
Nate undresses, and I can’t help noticing he’s also half hard, but we’ve made the unspoken agreement that this is just a shower.
We jump in and keep it quick. I wash his back, and he washes mine; we alternate under the water to rinse the soap and shampoo off. It’s efficient and intimate, but not sexual. Still, it’s kind of nice, just being naked and close like this without needing to do more.
