“I got this last one.”

What the hell did they need three coolers this size for, anyway? Kevin assumed they had an insane stash of beer in at least one of them. Even with his strength, it was hard to heft, which meant they had ice in it too.

Kevin hauled it up the short staircase to the deck—one of this place’s two decks—and through the open sliding glass door.

“May as well leave this one in the corner. Save the fridge for food, leave the beer in the coolers?” CJ suggested, but nobody was really listening. Chris was exploring the living room while Fisher was glued to the glass windows wrapping around to show an almost 180-degree view of the lake and Matty was trying to find the wi-fi password.

“Sounds good,” Kevin approved of CJ’s plan. “Jesus, does this one only have beer?”

“Yeah,” CJ laughed. “There’s five of us, man.”

“Yeah, good point.”

CJ grabbed his bag and Fisher’s, and Kevin recognized the signs of a bedroom scuffle. He eyed the other guys and picked up his own backpack again.

Then CJ was off like a shot for the staircase with an unashamed little boy’s grin. “Dibs on the biggest room!”

“Oh, fuck,” Matty exclaimed, putting down the router and trying to step out from behind the TV. “Not fair, you asshole.”

Kevin smirked and trotted upstairs after CJ. While CJ turned left, he went right towards the door at the end of the hall.

As soon as he pushed it open, he was sold.

“Whoa,” he breathed out, gazing around the room. There were two single beds, but more importantly, a whole bank of windows overlooked the lake—as every window in this place seemed to, since there weren’t many trees on this little island. The wall was practically glass.

Kevin dropped his backpack on one of the beds, noticing an open en suite bathroom door, but making a beeline for the window.

“Oh man, you scored the good room.” That was Matty from behind, in the doorway. When Kevin turned to grin at him, Matty nodded towards the other bed. “Mind if I take it?”

“Sure,” Kevin agreed quickly.

Chris was coming upstairs behind them. “So I get the third one, whatever it is? To myself? Yeah, fine by me.”

“Oh, shit, you had that planned all along!” CJ laughed from the room down the hall.

“He’s a tricky bastard,” Matty snorted. He tossed his bag on the other bed, then joined Kevin by the window for a sec. “Wow, this is… gorgeous.”

The few trees framing their view had green buds on them, and at this level, they could actually see a bird’s nest tucked into one of the branches, almost hidden by a flush of new growth. The lake beyond was calm, the wind still low.

“Come on, guys. Food time,” CJ called out.

Matty gave Kevin one of his trademark gorgeous smiles and then turned to lead them both out of the house, down to the deck where the guys were putting together sandwiches and distributing beer cans.

Kevin tried not to watch Matty in his hot henley shirt and beige shorts as he lounged on a picnic bench, laughing at the guys’ jokes and pushing his hair back and just…

Being adorable.

God, Kevin had to get it together. Even being jammed in the backseat with two guys had done nothing for him, but standing next to Matty overlooking a romantic view?

His chest was tight with excitement, and he pulled out his cell. Wow, the reception was crap out here—not even 3G. Even GPRS was struggling out here. That was fine, though. This was just a relaxing island getaway weekend… the less Facebook, the better.

Kevin took a beer from CJ and cracked it open, then busied himself helping CJ make sandwiches for them all. The rest of them dragged chairs around the picnic table and set it with placemats and pitchers of ice water.

It was easy to join in their casual banter as they ate and washed up the few dishes, then headed down to the dock with lawn chairs.

“Swimming already? Jesus!” Kevin laughed as CJ came out in board shorts. “Do you hate yourself and want to cramp up and drown?”

“That’s a rumor, dude. Urban legend.”

Kevin clicked his tongue. “I’m not counting on it.”

“Hey, can I have your TV?” Chris joined in.

“I’ll take his computer,” Fisher agreed.

“Fuck off, all of you.” CJ braced himself with a deep breath, then took a running jump off the edge of the deck and cannonballed into the water, sending the rest of them scattering.

Within half an hour, everyone but Kevin and Matty was in the water, and Matty sat on the edge with his legs in the water.

Instead, Kevin stretched out on a deck chair on the dock and stripped his t-shirt off to enjoy the nice sun and summer heat. Maybe he could pick up a bit of a tan.

Matty was shirtless, too.

Kevin was not looking over at him. Lying back with the sun in his eyes sounded preferable to getting a hard-on for Matty while in shorts with everyone else watching.

They were talking about a player he didn’t know, so Kevin laced his fingers behind his head and pushed his sunglasses up his nose, then leaned back in the deck chair.

This was the good life.

* * *

The afternoon hours crawled by, and at last, Kevin figured it couldn’t hurt to get a little water. He headed inside for another beer and to change into swim trunks.

He didn’t bother closing the bedroom door before he stripped off his shorts and underwear to step into his swim trunks.

Of course, then, he heard the patio door slide open and footsteps on the stairs.

Kevin nearly tripped over his shorts and banged his shin on the edge of his bed in his haste to yank up the trunks, since he had a horrible feeling he knew who it was.

Sure enough, he was right.

“Hey,” Matty greeted, recoiling for a moment in surprise. “S-Sorry,” he added in a quick, staccato laugh. “You good?”

“It’s cool, bro,” Kevin answered automatically.

“Enjoying it?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s good.” Kevin folded his shorts and underwear and shoved them into his backpack, then went to take another look out their gorgeous bedroom window. “Great spot here.”

It only took a glance down at the water to see everyone else still hanging around the edge of the dock, which meant they were definitely alone in the house. They weren’t even looking at the house at all, too invested in some kind of passionate discussion which had CJ slapping the water.

“Fantastic,” Matty agreed quietly, walking up beside him. Kevin finally spared him a quick look, then glanced a second time.

Water droplets still trickled down Matty’s back, his shorts damp, but he’d been sitting out of the water for a couple minutes so he wasn’t dripping all over the house.

Instead, he was at that gorgeous stage of water beading along his skin, his skin shining with a healthy sun-kissed glow. And he was muscled, a couple scars running along his chest and side.

“Fights?” Kevin nodded at one of them. Then, his cheeks turned hot. He’d pretty much admitted he was staring at Matty’s hot body.

Matty smirked slightly and looked out the window again, then glanced up and down Kevin. “Yeah, that one was,” he pointed at his side. “A skate.”

“Ouch.”

“The other’s not from the ice.” Matty stepped a little closer, his eyes catching and fixing on Kevin’s now. Those beautiful eyes held a question, too.

Kevin thought it was something like do you want this?, but he wasn’t sure. He swallowed and held his ground as Matty stepped closer, and then…

Matty’s hands were on his sides. This was way more than a friendly move.

Kevin leaned in to press a quick, hot kiss against Matty’s lips, his dick stirring with interest as his chest heated up instantly.

A nearly-naked, wet guy whose trunks were clinging to the outline of his dick grabbing him around the waist and pulling him in? Uh, yes, please.

More importantly, it was Matty pulling him in. His hands rose to run over Matty’s damp shoulders.

Then, Kevin’s breath caught in his throat and he darted a quick sideways glance out the window before trying to pull back again. Matty’s hands were firm around his waist still, though, keeping him in place.

“D’you mind?” Kevin muttered.

“They wouldn’t give a fuck, and anyway, they’re not looking.”

Kevin’s heart pounded. He let Matty keep him in his hold—he wasn’t clutching him so tightly Kevin couldn’t break away anyway. He leaned in for another kiss or two before his nerves started to grind at him again.

Once again, Matty kept him close, his expression curious. His lips were still parted and moist, his eyes dark with lust as he watched Kevin.

Kevin’s cheeks flushed with heat as he rubbed his neck. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Matty chuckled.

Kevin kissed him once more, finally taking the time to focus on kissing him instead of trying to kiss him and dart away again. When he focused on Matty’s face up close—those long lashes, his full lips, his smooth skin interrupted only by the rough stubble along his jaw…

God, he was gorgeous up close.

And Kevin wanted a lot more of this. But Kevin couldn’t help but ask, “You sure you don’t mind?”

“If they see, they see. Whatever,” Matty murmured. “We’ve been drinking. We’ve all seen our buddies do more when they’re drunk.”

Kevin laughed under his breath and shrugged his agreement. “They wouldn’t out us or…?”

Us. It was a weird word considering they hadn’t actually talked about what the fuck this was becoming, but it seemed too early to assume it was going anywhere at all.

Matty shook his head slightly, his expression warm. “They’re cool. They would never.”

Just having Matty’s word that they were cool was enough to set Kevin’s nerves at ease. He nodded, stepping closer to Matty and away from the window to face him properly and slide his arms around his waist.

They were touching more now, Matty’s thigh sliding between Kevin’s as their bare legs rubbed, their stomachs touching… Then, Matty’s damp chest pressed against Kevin’s, and Kevin was certain Matty could feel the way his heart pounded with arousal as he leaned in to press their lips together in a hot, wet slide of lips on lips, tongues clashing again and teeth clicking with how hard they both went in for the kiss.

His whole body was tight with wanting, and he was gonna need to jump right into cold water now, but he gave in to the impulse to run his hand up that strong back and over his shoulders, then up the back of his neck to tangle in that thick, soft-looking hair.

God, Matty’s hair felt amazing to run his hands through, but better yet were the hot lips against his own and the way Matty was softly panting into his mouth, moaning in the back of the throat every time Kevin ground their hips together, both their cocks half-hard now.

“Okay, we gotta…” Kevin laughed breathlessly, pulling away from Matty and trying desperately to catch his breath. If he didn’t stop now, he was gonna need a lot more than making out.

Matty laughed breathlessly, too, and raised a hand to run through his hair, unintentionally giving Kevin a flash of that strong bicep behind his head. For half a second, he looked like he belonged in a magazine.

No, it was too late to just jump in the lake. Kevin was gonna need the bathroom.

“I’ll head down,” Matty offered, even though his eyes were raking up and down Kevin’s body before fixing on his face again.

It was unspoken: wait a couple minutes before coming out. Don’t be too suspicious. Even if Matty didn’t care if his buddies found out, neither of them wanted to answer those questions.

Kevin jerked his chin in a quick nod. “Yeah. Cool, man.” He turned tail to flee for the bathroom. Waiting a couple minutes wasn’t gonna be a problem. It’d take a couple minutes to jerk off anyway to the fresh body memory of Matty’s strong hands on his hips, the flat ripples of his stomach against his, the knee between his legs, the half-hard cock rubbing against his own through their swim trunks…

Now that he’d had a taste of Matty—and such a fucking good one—he wasn’t sure he could control himself around him for a whole weekend.