Chapter 12 - Pool Fun End

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Zak's POV

We had to have been in the poolhouse room for over 2 hours. In and out, bone after bone, the pleasure never stopped. Darryl's moans would get louder and louder, no matter what I did. His face had sweat dripping, but that's probably not all it was..
This time, he seriously won't be able to walk.
We finished up and laid on each other, neither of us with a pinch of energy left in our bodies.
Then the phones rang.

Darryl looked at his phone and completely zoned out of shock.
83 missed calls-...
Vincent had called Darryl again, but this time, he answered, and I could hear him yelling from the phone.

"Hello?"

"WHERE ARE YOU 2?! IT'S LIKE 11!" He clearly was not happy. Vincent had always been a bit overprotective of Darryl, but I didn't know why. Every time we went to the topic of Darryl's past relationships, Vincent would always change the subject.

I want to know more.

We got cleaned up and decided to drive back, Darryl barely being able to walk.
When we walked in, Vincent ran over and gave Darryl a hug.

"You had me worried sick! I thought maybe he called again.." He trailed off, Darryl making a face of 'Not right now,'. I have to learn more.

We all came into the kitchen, everyone asking where we were or what we were doing or why bad was limp. Then it clicked on them, and they all went nuts.

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Darryl's POV

When we got back, Vincent had ran up to me and gave me a hug. He said the usual stuff about how he was worried, asked what we were doing and.. Him..

We went into the kitchen, just barely managing to get out of all the teasing so we could all eat. After dinner, the group went and played some games and I decided to go to bed, Zak trailing after.
I had a feeling something was gonna be asked, so I stayed quiet while we changed. Then he asked the unwanted question.

"Hey, Bad, can I ask a question..?" He said, sounding a bit concerned.

"Oh, sure! Go ahead," I originally didn't know what he was gonna ask, so I didn't let the mood go down just yet.

"Who's.. He..?" His face looked at me like I had just told him I was dying, which, I'm not.

"Oh.. I thought you were gonna ask sooner or later.." I came and sat down with him on the bed, getting ready to dive into this long, unwanted conversation.

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