A Sunday Visit, con't.

[kevvy_kev]

::Kevin steps out onto the deck, a tray full of beers, chips, and some fruit in his hands which he puts down onto a small table near the chairs

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[ho_do_flows]

::kicks off his sandals and peels his shirt off before dropping onto a lounge chair, jumps slightly from the sound of Kevin's voice as he nears them::

Uh, don't know, Kev. No mention of pictures... ::chuckles:: The poor guy... but I'd like to see that too. ::sighs:: I'd just like to see him.

::accepts a beer and takes a long drink:: Thanks, that's good. Plans going good. Gonna have a hottub in place by Friday afternoon. Was hoping for the putting green before then, but that's gonna take a little longer. Libby's been making most of the arrangements for catering and arranging rides back for those not staying overnight.

::shrugs and looks over to Kevin, eyes widening before shaking his head and rolling his eyes at Nick::

[nick_muse]

::rolls his eyes at Howie and mouths 'slut', then snickers::

Putting green? What's up with that?

[ho_do_flows]

::laughs out loud and nods::

For AJ... he wanted a place to hit a few golf balls. ::his eyes follow Harmony across the patio, widening as she nears Kevin, jumps out of his chair as she starts to sniff his sandals laying under his chair::

Harmony! No!

[kevvy_kev]

::Kevin jumps a mile when Howie yells and falls out of his chair::

Fuck..what was that for? ::he rubs his ass, as he stands up and glares at Howie:: What'd ya yell for man, that hurt!

::sits back down, wondering what all the snickering was about earlier::

[kevvy_kev]

::Kevin finishes his third or fourth beer, whatever, and decides to cool off in the pool::in a flash of skin, he drops his shorts, and dives into the aquamarine water::

[ho_do_flows]

::Howie returns from using the bathroom inside the house, Harmony tagging along at his heels, and stops dead when he sees Kevin dropping his shorts, groaning loudly::

Jesus...

::watches him for a few seconds before grabbing an ice cold beer, plopping down at the patio table and pressing the beer against his groin...mumbling to himself::

Don't get hard, don't get hard.

[kevvy_kev]

:Kevin swims leisurly laps, turning over midway to swim on his back for awhile:: he can sense eyes on him, and knows he's being watched, but he closes his eyes, smiles to himself, and continues swimming::

You guys should come cool off in here, it's great!

::he luxuriates in the smoothness of the water against his bare skin, stopping to just float and relax::

[ho_do_flows]

::concentrates on thinking about puppies and kittens and rainbows, eyes shut tight against the glaring sun, beer still resting in his lap. Eyes pop open when Kevin speaks and naturally his gaze is drawn to the glistening god in the pool. Moans inwardly and scooches down in his seat a bit, his erection springing immediately back to life, glares at it::

Fuckin' traitor. ::gulps and slides his gaze to Nick for a moment before turning back to watch Kevin::