Page 91 of Standing In The Sun
“The hell?” she hiccupped, stopping mid-step.
There were two bodies in the water, blurred by the ripples and moonlight. Her vision was perfect, but her mind was still dizzy from the afterglow so it took her a beat to focus.
Pimp looked up, casually nodding, as he leaned back between Devonte’s toned legs. Devonte sat perched on the ledge, muscular arms inked and folded across his chest, his hand resting on Pimp’s shoulder like it had always belonged there.
There was no awkwardness. They didn’t even flinch.
Just something unspoken but, comfortable in the air.
“Y’all was loud,” Pimp smirked. “Surprised Kamari didn’t wake up from hearing Lunar.”
Ahvi covered her face blushing, as she not only realized what they walked into but that they had heard her and Lunar “You… oh…okay.” She looked at Lunar to gauge his feelings—her own questions being answered in her own head because one plus one always equaled two.
Devonte’s lips twitched. It wasn’t quite a smile, but acknowledgment. “You good?” His perfectly sculpted brows lifted and his green eyes shimmied under the stars.
“Yea,” she said slowly, then turned to Lunar, waiting for some kind of shift. But he just shrugged and dapped Devonte up like it was nothing, like he already knew, likeitdidn’t matter because it wasn’t his business .
Ahvi was just surprised though she didn’t care one way or another. Pimp’s love and light had grown on her so whatever he was with, she was with too.
Lunar grinned. Before she could say another word, he tugged her into the water with him. “Com’ere.”
He pulled her into the water with him and splashed down hard, her laughter breaking open under the surface. When they came up, Ahvi was laughing so loud she didn’t even realize she was clinging to him, arms looped tight around his neck with hearts in her dizzy eyes.
Devonte pulled Pimp into him more.
Like, Ahvi, Pimp had hearts in his eyes. It felt good being under Devonte. They’d spent their night at dinner before stopping by a cigar bar to just kick it. Pimp let him love on him in public but the butterflies in his stomach made him nauseous. Everything he’d wanted to experience had started to come to fruition, but he’d be a liar if he didn’t acknowledge the fear that sat in the pits of his belly and it was all still new.
He'd never been with a man that liked him in public.
Lunar knew it too. It was why he talked his best friend into going out, when Pimp got scared and almost backed out, claiming he could keep Kamari instead of calling Butta.
Lunar looked over at Pimp and made a face, teasing him.
Pimp shot him a bird but neither of them said anything.
The four of them fell into an easy rhythm. It was warm, tipsy, and playful. Devonte pulled out a bottle of reposado, holding it up like a trophy.
“Shot game?” His dark brown lips curled into a smirk.
Pimp kicked the water from the ledge. “Bet, let’s playNever Have I Ever.”
“Nigga,” Lunar looked him upside his head. They hadn’t played that game since they were much younger in a room full of girls where Pimp kissed Noodle.
That was as far as he was going with a girl and Noodle thought it was sweet. Lunar not so much, when he made her kiss him too. He didn’t have to do much convincing since back then, his crush on her was mutual.
“Don’t start yo’ shit, nigga.” Pimp grabbed the bottle, twisting the top. He was already nice and tipsy but a little more wouldn’t hurt.
“I’m too old for this shit,” Devonte grunted but decided to play anyway. He knew there was a slight age gap between him and them. Devonte was thirty-one while the others were at least seven years younger than him. Still, if Pimp wanted to play, he was game since he was so smitten with him.
Ahvi laughed, her body swaying with the water. Her hair was pulled up and in its natural state from the shower head raining down on her while on her knees just minutes ago.
Devonte poured a shot for everyone into the shot glasses he’d retrieved from the outside bar. “Your home is nice, Lunar.”
“’Preciate it.” Lunar dipped his head.
They posted up on the shallow ledge, drinks in hand, with the water sloshing gently around them. The game started light with stupid confessions, inside jokes, things from years before that left Ahvi and Devonte clueless but gave them an insight to Lunar and Pimp’s friendship.
Smirking, Lunar held up his glass. “Aight, aight. Never have I ever…faked an orgasm.”
