Mr. Bartholomew Whittaker watched the kids go screaming out and shook his head. It was the same every spring; they all went just a little crazy. Spring fever might have been a cliché, but like with most clichés, it had something at its roots.
Of course he was experiencing a little spring fever himself.
He drove his little Toyota to the park near home, almost skipping as he walked toward the center of the green space. Raine had called and asked him to meet his lovers by the fountain.
The sun was warm and the earth fragrant with budding life.
Love was definitely in the air.
Grey was lying on the edge of the fountain, sunning, barefoot. Raine sat close by, reading aloud, eating grapes, feet in the water. He could see the sun glinting off the copper bracelets that were a match to his own. Whit's dark-haired lovers looked beautiful, so exotic, so fine. That hair was still all black, the mahogany faces smooth and sharp.
Impulsively, he snuck up on them and swept a hand through the water, splashing them.
Raine cried out; Grey just laughed, hand splashing him back without even opening those beautiful dark eyes. He laughed too, bending to kiss Grey's smiling mouth and then Raine's.
"Mmm..." Raine's eyes were shining, warm. "Happy Friday, our Whit. How was your day?"
"Long. Animals of all ages and species are a little crazy during the spring." He smiled at them. "And why are you two away from the gallery and shop?" Raine ran a gallery and Grey an antique store beneath the loft they lived in together.
"Because it's a beautiful day and it's supposed to rain all weekend and Grey thought we needed some sun and a walk and dinner somewhere decadent." Raine smiled back.
"Oh, that sounds lovely. And you two look good enough to eat. As always." He sat by Raine, tilting his head up to the sun.
"And you look tired, but happy. I think we should buy plants for the balcony, new sheets for the bed." Raine grinned. "Bring spring into the loft."
He laughed and gave Raine a wink. "As long as the sheets are black or white, or Grey will growl."
Grey smiled, eyes still closed. "And soft. I like soft sheets."
"But not silk. I always slide off those."
"Not satin, that's tacky." Raine giggled, winked. "I was thinking purple."
"Oh, a nice lavender would go beautifully with your skin. Or a red." He leaned past Raine to watch Grey's reaction to their teasing.
"Lavender?" Grey actually opened his eyes, long hawk-like nose wrinkling.
Whit laughed softly. Oh, he did love these two.
"Hot pink." Raine's eyes were dancing.
"Your ass maybe, my Raine."
"Oh ... pretty." He caught his breath. So lovely when they played.
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