Rig looked at the big old mass of purple pansies he'd just planted and grinned. Momma would've approved.
They'd had the most perfect weather for the last week and work had been easy and he'd been spending every spare minute in the yard. The grass was fertilized and reseeded. The roses looked good. Those goddamn vines trailing along the fence were under control and he'd even built a little stand with netting and planted a dozen grapevines under it.
Rig stretched and went to turn on the soaker hoses. Yep. It looked real good. He just needed to get some peppers and onions and tomatoes to plant in the back and he'd be all set on the gardening.
Man, they needed to paint the deck in the worst way.
Speaking of the deck, there were his marines, sitting on the stairs side by side, heads together. Every now and then they'd look over at him and nod. Rock wasn't even swatting at Mutt whenever he came over and got into their faces. They were definitely up to something
He bent and turned the water on, peering over from under the brim of his hat. Man, that sun felt good. "Y'all deciding on what you're making for supper?"
"Supper?" Rock's voice was husky, and those blue eyes were burning a hole, okay a bigger hole, in his jeans.
"Uh-huh. We'd said we were gonna grab burgers for lunch, when we went to buy tomato plants and shit..." His cock jerked a little, bobbed, paying attention to that look.
"Are you hungry?" Dick asked, standing and heading slowly for him. Rock followed, eyes still locked on.
"Hmm? No. Not yet." Not for food. God, they looked...
Damn.
"He's not hungry," Dick said, grinning at Rock.
"I heard." Rock glanced over at Dick, gave his Pretty a shit eating grin, and then they were on him, each taking an arm.
"Y'all?" They headed toward the house, just manhandling him along.
Dick grinned. "You look like you could use a shower."
"Yeah, getting pretty scruffy there, Rig." That wasn't stopping those blue eyes from admiring the hell out of him though, now was it?
"I've been digging in the dirt." They'd lost their collective minds. Good thing he liked them both.
"Yep. Tease." Rock growled the word and didn't those blue eyes get hotter. His Pretty chuckled softly.
Rig's bare belly went tight, the waistband of his old jeans slipping a little. "I haven't teased even a little, now."
Rock snorted. "No shirt. Tightest fucking jeans you have."
"Second tightest," put in Dick. "These ones are the holiest though."
Rock went on as if he hadn't been interrupted. "Sweating like crazy, smelling all hot and Rigger-y."
"Rigger-y?" He let his hand slide down the front of Rock's sweats, finding that amazing fucking cock. "You needing, Blue?"
"You fucking know it." Oh, that growl was back full force, the hand on his arm getting tighter as they moved down the hall and rounded the door into the bathroom. "And yeah, fucking Rigger-y." Leaning in, Rock licked from his collarbone to his neck and up along to his jaw. "Like you taste."
