So they rode one ride after the other.Each time, Zane kept Bailey right next to him in line.Holding hands was common, although Zane always pulled Bailey closer.Put his arm around his waist, over his shoulders, hug him, guide him around.It was always something and Bailey wondered if Zane was even aware of it himself.He wouldn’t point it out.He loved it, and maybe that’s what Zane needed.He hated contact before.Now, he apparently couldn’t get enough of it.
However, the sweet feelings had to end because of one rather big problem.Bad Luck Bailey with a vengeance!
Zane howled when a little kid ran right into Bailey, spilling pop on his shorts.Water would have been fine, but pop?That was sticky!While Bailey smiled and told the kid it was fine, Zane almost pissed himself.
Bailey groaned.“It’s not funny.”
Zane couldn’t respond.He was too busy trying to remember how to breathe.
Next came a couple of tripping moments in line.Zane let Bailey fall over twice.Then Bailey stubbed his toe on fences and tables.If he had worn glances instead of contacts.He likely would have lost his glasses.Bailey couldn’t win any games either.Zane won every silly game to earn the prizes he wanted.Bailey cursed and wondered how the rollercoasters hadn’t crashed and burned because of his mere presence.
“I hate this place,” Bailey grumbled on lunch break.His food sat before him, untouched.Zane dug into a basket of cheese fries.
“I’m having a blast,” Zane said.
He gave Bailey a smile that was not returned.Chuckling, Zane held out a fry for Bailey.When he tried to grab it, Zane pulled away.Was Zane offering to feed him?He narrowed his gaze.
“I swear if you try to shove that down my throat and choke—”
Zane leaned over to press the fries into Bailey’s mouth.He didn’t choke him, but Bailey knew, at some point, Zane was gonna—he stopped that thought.It wasn’t leading to a good place.
“Eat,” Zane ordered, holding out his hand once more.That time, Bailey leaned in to take a bite.His cheeks had been on fire since they arrived.Zane was proud of that.
“Eat,” Bailey mocked, but Zane was in an exceptionally good mood.He didn’t sass back.He smiled, the expression easily coming to Bailey’s face too.
“I wasn’t sure a park would be such a good idea,” he said after Zane cleaned up the mess of their lunch and returned.
“Why?”
“I didn’t think you’d have the stamina for all this.”
Zane leaned forward, a wild glint in his winter eyes.“If you’d like, I can prove just how much stamina I have.”
Bailey walked into that one.He grabbed his drink, either to shut up or cool down.
Zane smirked.His eyes never left Bailey until he stood with his drink in hand and sputtered, “A-Are we gonna go on a-another ride or what?”
“There’s something you can ride when we get back to the hotel.”
Bailey spat his drink across the sidewalk.Some stared in disgust.Bailey slapped his chest until he could squeak, “Z-Zane, w-what the hell?!”
“What?They have a water park.”
Red was the only color Bailey could be.Zane found great amusement in it, standing up from the bench while whispering, “What were you thinking about?Pervert.”
Bailey flipped him off, choosing to spin on his heel and stomp off to throw away his drink and go to the next ride.Zane caught up quickly.He grasped Bailey’s hand.Bailey refused to respond even when Zane nudged him over and over.Bailey’s frown faltered.His act of annoyance barely lasted a minute.
“Keep being annoying and you won’t get laid,” Bailey warned and, really, he should know better.
“Implying that you were expecting us to have sex.”
“You’re the one that brought it up.”
“No, I was talking about the water park.”
“Bullshit!”
“Shh, you need to control yourself.There are children present.”Zane gestured to the kids running past them.He was enjoying himself far too much.
