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the other. "You didn't
think he actually cared what we were up to, did you, Basil?"
     
"Fuck off, Kenny." Basil got up and headed for the door.
     
He reached out, touched Basil's wrist. "If you're going on your own, I need to call backup."
     
The boy turned and looked at his twin. Kenny shrugged and his mouth twisted a moment. "Sorry, Bay."
     
Basil -- or Bay or what the fuck ever -- shook of his hand. "I'll stay. This time." The last two words were pointed, directed at Kenny.
     
"Thank you." He almost felt sorry for them. Almost.
Kenny pushed away from the table and looped his arms around Bay's neck. "Don't sulk, Bay. We'll go pop a red pill and float away in the pool."
     
"Not just float, I hope. Seeing as Brick's not gonna be running to the old man."
     
Two pairs of eyes slid to him, watching him as their mouths met in an obscene kiss.
     
He simply ate his salad, enjoying the crisp bite of radish, the green pepper. Beautiful, but spoiled.
     
They laughed softly and headed for the door, hand in hand.
He sighed and pushed away from the table, following behind, a shadow.
Chapter Two
     
Bay was unhappy. Very unhappy.
Rick trailed them, an unshakable shadow, no matter where they went. Quiet, unobtrusive, but there.
     
Now, he and Kenny? They were used to being the center of attention, putting on a show. But it wasn't twenty- four/seven, it wasn't at home and the lack of privacy was chafing. It didn't matter that Rick wasn't going to report anything back to the old man, he was still there , watching.
     
And Bay knew Kenny didn't care, even got off on knowing someone was watching and was able to tune them out when he needed to. Of course Kenny could help him forget and not care himself... Bay smiled over at his twin.
     
They were lying out poolside on the long deck chairs, butt naked and getting an all over tan. Every now and then they'd go into the pool to cool off before creaming each other up and getting more sun.
     
He reached out, fingers sliding along Ken's belly to wrap around one sweet hip.
     
Ken's hand petted his and then pushed it away. "Don't mess with my tan, Bay."
     
He bit back his sigh, hand sliding back to his side. He got a long look at their babysitter, sweat making the coffee-and- cream skin shine, even in the shade. His cock perked a little. The man was damned good-looking. It was too bad
he was their babysitter and not interested to boot. Of course that could be an act.
     
He got up.
     
"Where are you going?" Ken asked. "Going to talk to Rick."
"Brick."
     
He chuckled. "Whatever."
     
He didn't bother pulling his swim trunks back on, just walked nonchalantly toward the shade and took a seat near Rick. "Aren't you bored?"
     
"If I'm bored? That means no one's trying to kill you."
     
"No one's trying to kill us. The old man likes thinking he's in control of us." He hated the old man sometimes. Well, most of the time. It was such a fucking cliché -- the rich tycoon who didn't have time for his kids.
     
"I'm pretty expensive for babysitting. You're Basil, right? The introductions happened fast this morning."
     
He made a face. "Bay. Even the old man has conceded on that one. And it's not like he doesn't have the money to burn." He shrugged. He didn't like talking about the old man, the bastard didn't give a shit about him and Kenny, they weren't good enough, weren't sports minded enough, weren't smart enough, weren't enough . "So you're straight?"
"Does it matter, Bay?" Rick pulled a pack of gum from his pocket, offering it over.
     
He shook his head, grabbing a peach from the bowl on the table instead and starting to peel the skin off with his fingertips. "No, it doesn't really matter, except then I'd know if I'm going to have to work hard or really hard to seduce you."
     
That got him a laugh, deep and low and surprisingly sexy and real. "You are something else and I'm an old man, but I appreciate the thought."
     
"You look pretty good for an old man," he told Rick, letting his gaze