everything. Now about the accommodations….”
Daniel tuned them out, focusing on the space. Stomped a bit to hear the echo, drifted down the side hall to check the bathrooms. Daniel was flushing the toilets in the ladies’ room when the door opened.
“Seriously, that’s a wedding planner thing?” Ander stood in the doorway, hands on his hips.
“Do you want your guests dealing with overflowing toilets?”
“I don’t actually know how to deal with that question,” Ander sighed.
“That’s right, because I am here to think about it.” Daniel joined him in the little sitting room outside the stalls, which was very pink, bordering on flamingo. “Do you think they’ll let me repaint this horror show?”
“No, because Lois will look sad and tell you how this was where she grew up and it was her grandmother’s favorite color and blah blah, it was just so charming to have a rustic playground as a child.” Ander dropped down on a slipper chair that rocked unsteadily for a moment.
“Does she think this is roughing it?”
“If she does, she’d better pray the zombie apocalypse doesn’t come, because she’s fucked.” Ander looked around and shuddered. “I should design bridesmaids’ dresses in this color. Maybe I can bankrupt Sven.”
“You always have fun goals.” Daniel looked at his watch. “I need to get out there, rejoin the tour of Mummy and Daddy’s quaint weekend cabin colony.”
“We’re having lunch in the amphitheater down by the water,” Ander said dryly. “That sounds not at all pretentious.”
Daniel gave his friend a top-to-bottom look over. “How much did those leather pants cost?”
Ander rolled his eyes. “I made them; therefore they were free.”
“And the matching jacket?” Having been with him when he bought it, Daniel waited patiently.
“Shut up.” Ander uncrossed his legs. “Why do you look so happy, by the way?” He gave Daniel a shrewd look. “You look… different.”
“You saw me a week ago.”
“You got a haircut. And you’re using product.”
“Thanks for noticing. Jesus. Took you long enough.” Daniel began to walk toward the door. Ander on the scent meant nothing else was going to get done, and Daniel didn’t want to share just yet. “You like it?”
“Those clothes….” A gleam began in Ander’s eye; Daniel could see the thought bubble coming online.
Daniel grabbed the handle and had almost made it, but Ander beat him to it, stepping between him and freedom.
“What happened?” Ander’s smile was positively devious.
“If I tell you, can I leave?”
“Yes, but if you lie, I’ll know.”
Daniel pretended like that wasn’t true. “Owen called and asked if I would go to lunch with him, and then he said that they wanted me to, uh… look a little more fashionable for the show, and we….” Flirted, then jerked each other off in Victor’s fancy-ass kitchen. “Had kind of a date after the stylist people left.”
Ander broke into a happy grin, eyes lighting up and emitting a glow like someone had flicked a switch. “Did you fuck him?”
“No.” Daniel’s face heated.
“Did he fuck you?”
“Ander….”
“Tell me and I’ll let you out. Don’t tell me and I’m going to go out there and ask Owen.”
Daniel put his hands to his forehead and closed his eyes. “Wait, flashback. Eleventh grade, me and Tony Lofton. I almost had to leave school.”
“If you had just told me, I wouldn’t have had to put an ad in the school newspaper.”
Daniel dropped his hands and gave Ander his best smile. “Just because I’m feeling generous on account of the blow job I got two hours ago—no fucking yet, but his mouth is perfect and his cock is gorgeous.”
Ander clasped his hands together as if he’d just won Miss Universe. “I’m so happy I could cry.”
“Can we leave now? The pink is making me start to feel like I’m in a vagina.”
Rafe was standing in the entrance to the main space, talking quietly into his phone.
Daniel tuned them out, focusing on the space. Stomped a bit to hear the echo, drifted down the side hall to check the bathrooms. Daniel was flushing the toilets in the ladies’ room when the door opened.
“Seriously, that’s a wedding planner thing?” Ander stood in the doorway, hands on his hips.
“Do you want your guests dealing with overflowing toilets?”
“I don’t actually know how to deal with that question,” Ander sighed.
“That’s right, because I am here to think about it.” Daniel joined him in the little sitting room outside the stalls, which was very pink, bordering on flamingo. “Do you think they’ll let me repaint this horror show?”
“No, because Lois will look sad and tell you how this was where she grew up and it was her grandmother’s favorite color and blah blah, it was just so charming to have a rustic playground as a child.” Ander dropped down on a slipper chair that rocked unsteadily for a moment.
“Does she think this is roughing it?”
“If she does, she’d better pray the zombie apocalypse doesn’t come, because she’s fucked.” Ander looked around and shuddered. “I should design bridesmaids’ dresses in this color. Maybe I can bankrupt Sven.”
“You always have fun goals.” Daniel looked at his watch. “I need to get out there, rejoin the tour of Mummy and Daddy’s quaint weekend cabin colony.”
“We’re having lunch in the amphitheater down by the water,” Ander said dryly. “That sounds not at all pretentious.”
Daniel gave his friend a top-to-bottom look over. “How much did those leather pants cost?”
Ander rolled his eyes. “I made them; therefore they were free.”
“And the matching jacket?” Having been with him when he bought it, Daniel waited patiently.
“Shut up.” Ander uncrossed his legs. “Why do you look so happy, by the way?” He gave Daniel a shrewd look. “You look… different.”
“You saw me a week ago.”
“You got a haircut. And you’re using product.”
“Thanks for noticing. Jesus. Took you long enough.” Daniel began to walk toward the door. Ander on the scent meant nothing else was going to get done, and Daniel didn’t want to share just yet. “You like it?”
“Those clothes….” A gleam began in Ander’s eye; Daniel could see the thought bubble coming online.
Daniel grabbed the handle and had almost made it, but Ander beat him to it, stepping between him and freedom.
“What happened?” Ander’s smile was positively devious.
“If I tell you, can I leave?”
“Yes, but if you lie, I’ll know.”
Daniel pretended like that wasn’t true. “Owen called and asked if I would go to lunch with him, and then he said that they wanted me to, uh… look a little more fashionable for the show, and we….” Flirted, then jerked each other off in Victor’s fancy-ass kitchen. “Had kind of a date after the stylist people left.”
Ander broke into a happy grin, eyes lighting up and emitting a glow like someone had flicked a switch. “Did you fuck him?”
“No.” Daniel’s face heated.
“Did he fuck you?”
“Ander….”
“Tell me and I’ll let you out. Don’t tell me and I’m going to go out there and ask Owen.”
Daniel put his hands to his forehead and closed his eyes. “Wait, flashback. Eleventh grade, me and Tony Lofton. I almost had to leave school.”
“If you had just told me, I wouldn’t have had to put an ad in the school newspaper.”
Daniel dropped his hands and gave Ander his best smile. “Just because I’m feeling generous on account of the blow job I got two hours ago—no fucking yet, but his mouth is perfect and his cock is gorgeous.”
Ander clasped his hands together as if he’d just won Miss Universe. “I’m so happy I could cry.”
“Can we leave now? The pink is making me start to feel like I’m in a vagina.”
Rafe was standing in the entrance to the main space, talking quietly into his phone.
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