Thirsty Thursday
The summer is close in Georgia, and the weather has been showing it for the last week. Of course, who says summer also says swimming pool. Or something close to it, at least.
It’s the middle of the afternoon, and you’re sitting with Lori and Carol around a table on the patio that is giving onto the Grimes’ garden. You’re sheltered from the sun thanks to a large sunshade and sip from a cocktail. Yes, because summer also means fruity cocktails.
Meanwhile, Rick and Shane work in the garden and are attempting to put a small pool together, while Sofia and Carl run around the garden, playing and laughing.
From time to time, you hear either of the men cursing at the instruction manual, or arguing about which piece goes where. You watch as Rick pulls the manual from Shane’s hands and points at something on it before doing the same with a piece of pool on the grass.
“This is D. Not this one.” Rick continues pointing.
“Nope, man. That’s D. See, you got the little lines here, like in the drawing,” Shane stands closer to Rick and presses his fingers into the spot he means.
“This ain’t makin’ any fuckin’ sense,” Rick sighs, wiping a hand over his forehead and frowning.
“It sure ain’t.”
They both snort and start over again, taking each piece, checking it with the manual, and lying it on the grass once they have figured out what it’s for.
“You think you gonna have the pool ready before the end of summer?” You call out with a teasing grin, that’s accompanied by the laughter of Carol and Lori.
“Ain’t ya funny, Darlin’. C'mere if you think you know better,” Shane shoots back with an amused huff.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to buy this one,” you point at Shane and Rick in turn, but you still get up and walk to them, cocktail in hand and holding out a hand for the manual.
Shane snorts and rolls his eyes at your antics, lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe over his face. You get a nice eyeful of his torso, the sun making his sweaty skin shine. Taking a sip from your drink and slowly pulling your eyes away from your boyfriend’s body, you quietly go over the manual and the parts on the grass.
“You got those two backwards,” you nod towards the parts in question in turn. “This goes here and this one there.” You show them on the manual, before returning it to a stunned Shane with a playful kiss to his cheek, and saunter away.
“Damn, it’s true,” you hear him muttering.
Carol and Lori are laughing at the men’s expressions of confusion and give you a silent round of applause to your amusement.
Now that they’ve finally made actual sense of the instructions, Shane and Rick work quickly, assembling those parts and these parts. It gets more interesting for you after Shane decides to take off his shirt and expose his upper body. No matter how long you’ve been together, you don’t grow tired of seeing him like that. Shane is… rather shameless about showing off his body. He knows exactly what he does as he struts around, his shorts barely hanging onto his hips, the 22 pendant bouncing on his chest with his every move. You would hate him for looking this mouthwatering if you didn’t thoroughly enjoy every moment of watching him like that. That cocky, hot bastard. But he’s your cocky, hot bastard, so you can’t complain all that much.
“Do you need another cocktail? Or maybe just a cold shower?” You hear Carol snicker before realizing that she’s talking to you, and see her winking at you.
You don’t even pretend not to understand what she’s talking about, and just laugh with an unapologetic shrug.
“He’s such a showoff,” you chuckle, the sound more fond than anything as you return your gaze to Shane and his glistening chest.
You have to make a conscious effort to stop yourself from showing just how much the view truly affects you. If you were alone, you would get up right this moment and walk over to him and start licking the sweat off him, starting with his nipples.
As the construction of the pool progresses, you try to keep up with the conversation, but ultimately, your eyes stray towards Shane more and more often with every stretch of his back or swipe over his torso with the previously discarded shirt. The last straw is after he’s drunk from his water bottle and Carl has told him something amusing, causing water to run down over his chest as he laughs.
Thankfully, they are finally done. Rick puts the hose inside the pool to start filling it, while Shane walks up the patio to slump down next to you. He smells of grass and sweat, and simply absolutely delicious.
He gets up after a minute to get himself something to drink, and you follow him under the guise of needing to make a phone call. As soon as you’re in the kitchen, you push Shane against the counter top and plaster yourself against him to take his lips in a hard kiss. Shane doesn’t seem surprised in the least, and grabs you by the hips, welcoming your tongue and pushing back.
“You don’t get to shower until I’m done with you,” you tell him hotly and force yourself away from him before you do something you might regret doing in your friend’s house, Shane’s smug laugh following you back outside.