mathematically—seems more likely that I'll meet the right woman." He takes a deep pull of his drink, and smiles again. "Sweet Jesus, that took a weird turn. And, really, the way I've been going, it seems equally likely that I'll go to work for our kangaroo overlords and fall in love with a hot koala bear. You know, as long as we're talking about improbabilities."
Evan nods. He figures it's time to let Chris off the hook, even if Chris had pretty much launched himself on up there all by himself. "Well, the kangaroos would be lucky to have you, obviously."
Chris grins. "I'd be running the place in no time, I'm sure. Unless the 'roos are too stupid to see my true value."
There's motion behind them, and they both turn to see Jeff and Dan coming through the door. Jeff's carrying four bottles of beer, Dan's got a few bags of chips, and they both look pretty damn relaxed, and just a little rumpled. Evan looks over at Chris, who grins back at him and rolls his eyes. It's funny, how easily Chris has come to fit into their relationship, and Evan remembers something Dan had said one time, about how he'd come to realize that he'd practically been in a threesome back in Kentucky, only without the sex. Evan thinks maybe it deserves a bit more thought; he wonders if the reason Chris isn't having much luck finding his own life partner is because he's already found one in Dan. Evan isn't jealous, and he isn't even all that concerned, strangely. He just wants to think about it a bit more.
But right now, Dan has taken one of the cushions off the deck chairs and thrown it on the ground, and he sits on it so he can lean back against Evan's legs; he's always a little more affectionate with Evan right after
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fooling around with just Jeff. Evan lets his fingers play through Dan's hair, and he looks over to see that Chris is watching, and decides that Chris's smile isn't exactly sad, just a little melancholy. Jeff hands the beers around and tops up the glasses of Wild Turkey, and the sun comes back out and they all sit back and enjoy its warmth together. Evan's trying to teach himself when to push and when to just let things be, and this is definitely a time to just let it be; there's no point in messing with near perfection.
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CHAPTER FIVE
Jeff grills the vegetables and the steak, as planned, and when he takes the finished product into the kitchen to finish off, Dan manages to resist the urge to follow and 'help' him again. He knows Evan and Chris are both watching him, laughing at him, but he doesn't care. He's still sitting on the seat cushion on the deck at Evan's feet, and he rubs his cheek against Evan's leg, almost sneaking the contact, the rough denim and the warm strength beneath it, and it makes it easier to let Jeff out of his sight. Evan's fingers tangle in Dan's hair and pull, then scritch gently, and Dan is no longer interested in moving at all.
Evan and Chris are talking, and Dan lets himself drift away a little. He's not excluded from the conversation, he's just… interested in other things. The feel of Evan's legs and fingers, the sounds of Jeff in the kitchen, the way Chris can't really sit still when he talks, always leaning forward or back, shifting around, waving his hands. The sun is low enough now that it's casting their shadows on the wall of the house, and Dan watches the shadows, the way Chris's dances and contorts, and the way Dan and Evan's are melted together. He feels more stoned than drunk, but he hasn't had anything to smoke, and really not that much to drink, so he guesses he's just mellow. He thinks back to Jeff in the kitchen, and smiles. Yeah, he's just really relaxed.
Jeff calls from the doorway then, tells them all to come in and pick up their plates, and Dan waits until Evan gets to his feet before stretching his arm up to be pulled up. Yeah, he's relaxed, alright. Evan pulls him a little too hard, and Dan knows it's on purpose, trying to get Dan off
Evan nods. He figures it's time to let Chris off the hook, even if Chris had pretty much launched himself on up there all by himself. "Well, the kangaroos would be lucky to have you, obviously."
Chris grins. "I'd be running the place in no time, I'm sure. Unless the 'roos are too stupid to see my true value."
There's motion behind them, and they both turn to see Jeff and Dan coming through the door. Jeff's carrying four bottles of beer, Dan's got a few bags of chips, and they both look pretty damn relaxed, and just a little rumpled. Evan looks over at Chris, who grins back at him and rolls his eyes. It's funny, how easily Chris has come to fit into their relationship, and Evan remembers something Dan had said one time, about how he'd come to realize that he'd practically been in a threesome back in Kentucky, only without the sex. Evan thinks maybe it deserves a bit more thought; he wonders if the reason Chris isn't having much luck finding his own life partner is because he's already found one in Dan. Evan isn't jealous, and he isn't even all that concerned, strangely. He just wants to think about it a bit more.
But right now, Dan has taken one of the cushions off the deck chairs and thrown it on the ground, and he sits on it so he can lean back against Evan's legs; he's always a little more affectionate with Evan right after
Head Shy | Kate Sherwood
fooling around with just Jeff. Evan lets his fingers play through Dan's hair, and he looks over to see that Chris is watching, and decides that Chris's smile isn't exactly sad, just a little melancholy. Jeff hands the beers around and tops up the glasses of Wild Turkey, and the sun comes back out and they all sit back and enjoy its warmth together. Evan's trying to teach himself when to push and when to just let things be, and this is definitely a time to just let it be; there's no point in messing with near perfection.
Head Shy | Kate Sherwood
CHAPTER FIVE
Jeff grills the vegetables and the steak, as planned, and when he takes the finished product into the kitchen to finish off, Dan manages to resist the urge to follow and 'help' him again. He knows Evan and Chris are both watching him, laughing at him, but he doesn't care. He's still sitting on the seat cushion on the deck at Evan's feet, and he rubs his cheek against Evan's leg, almost sneaking the contact, the rough denim and the warm strength beneath it, and it makes it easier to let Jeff out of his sight. Evan's fingers tangle in Dan's hair and pull, then scritch gently, and Dan is no longer interested in moving at all.
Evan and Chris are talking, and Dan lets himself drift away a little. He's not excluded from the conversation, he's just… interested in other things. The feel of Evan's legs and fingers, the sounds of Jeff in the kitchen, the way Chris can't really sit still when he talks, always leaning forward or back, shifting around, waving his hands. The sun is low enough now that it's casting their shadows on the wall of the house, and Dan watches the shadows, the way Chris's dances and contorts, and the way Dan and Evan's are melted together. He feels more stoned than drunk, but he hasn't had anything to smoke, and really not that much to drink, so he guesses he's just mellow. He thinks back to Jeff in the kitchen, and smiles. Yeah, he's just really relaxed.
Jeff calls from the doorway then, tells them all to come in and pick up their plates, and Dan waits until Evan gets to his feet before stretching his arm up to be pulled up. Yeah, he's relaxed, alright. Evan pulls him a little too hard, and Dan knows it's on purpose, trying to get Dan off
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