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erect cock, and he slapped Rig on the ass. Hard. “Watch it!”
    “Serves you right, fucker,” Rig complained and rested his head on Bobby’s chest.
    “Is someone going to help me up?” the boy on the floor whined again.
    “No! I’m sleeping,” Rig mumbled.
    “Would you stop being a grumpy prick? It’s not my fault or Joey’s that you drank so much,” Bobby chastised, but he didn’t try to push Rig away.
    “Joey,” Rig muttered under his breath and closed his eyes as the pounding in his head made itself known. After a few seconds, he heard grumbling and bare feet tromping across the floor, but he ignored it. Bobby’s steady heartbeat and the even rise and fall of his chest was lulling Rig back to sleep. The overhead fan blowing a stream of cool air over his damp skin caused him to shudder, and Bobby tightened an arm around him. He’d worry about Joey and his hangover later. Maybe once he had some more sleep, the events of the night before would come back to him. He was not a morning person, never had been.
    The second time Rig woke, he found himself alone in bed. His head was still pounding, but at least it wasn’t as hazy as it had been the last time he’d opened his eyes, and thankfully there was no stranger using him as a pillow. Rig stretched, his back protesting with a series of pops, but it still felt good and he settled into the soft mattress and stared up at the white ceiling.
    The events of the night before no longer eluded him. He and Bobby had stumbled into the house in the wee hours of the morning with Joey in tow. The original man he’d set his sights on had been waiting for his boyfriend to show up, so Rig had grudgingly settled on the slightly less attractive man but with the same lean, smooth body. Normally Rig hated to settle, but it had been a long while since he and his partner had shared a boy, and dammit they were on vacation. A time to have fun, indulge in excesses of alcohol and pleasures of the flesh. And from what he now remembered, he’d most certainly done both. A few of the details were a bit sketchy, but he recalled enough to know that he’d had a damn good time and he sure as fuck hadn’t bottomed for the twink.
    A hot shower, a couple of aspirins, and a couple of large glasses of water later, he found Bobby sitting in nothing but his boxers on the deck of their rented bungalow. “Morning,” he drawled and plopped down in the chair next to Bobby.
    “Morning,” Bobby hummed as he sipped from his mug. “Feeling better?”
    “Much,” he said and stretched out his legs, crossed his ankles, and leaned back in the chair, sipping his own hot brew.
    Neither of them spoke, both staring off toward the ocean beyond. The beach was deserted. In the distance, dark clouds were rolling in, bringing with them the predicted rain. Rig didn’t mind the coming storm. He’d had enough fun in sun the day before, and he was enjoying the cooler breeze from the approaching front. He’d never admit it to Bobby, but the heat and humidity was god-awful the last couple of days. When he’d wanted to force the man to take a vacation, Rig had just picked the first place that came to mind. He loved Florida, but coming in July hadn’t been one of his better ideas. He liked it hot, handled the heat much better than Bobby did, but temps pushing one hundred with a 100 percent humidity was a little extreme.
    “I apologized to Joey for you,” Bobby said conversationally. “Told him you just weren’t a morning person and not to take it personally.”
    “Thanks,” he huffed. Not that he planned on ever seeing the guy again, but yeah, he had been kind of a dick this morning now that he thought about it. “Where is he anyway?”
    “Sent him on his merry way.” Bobby shrugged and set his mug aside and propped his feet up on the ottoman. “Figured with the headache you were bound to have, you wouldn’t want to deal with him when you woke up.”
    Rig grunted another thank-you and enjoyed the