Page 126 of In at the Deep End

Matt chuckled. At the dining room end, he was amused to see men seated at the table—reading. In the kitchen, someone was making coffee, and two men were deep in debate over whether Alien was a horror film or science fiction. A guy sat on his haunches beside one of them, his puppy mask still in place, gazing up at his ‘owner’.

This really isn’t the evening I’d imagined.

Then he noticed the downstairs bedroom door was closed. Muted laughter drifted through it. A moment later it was replaced by low noises that told him exactly what was going on in there. And by the sound of it, there were at least four guys involved.

Nobody else seemed interested. Nobody stared or whispered.

And Owen was nowhere to be seen.

Curiosity eventually drew him back outside. The air had cooled enough to be comfortable, and the garden glowed beneath the lanterns.

Then he noticed he wasn’t alone.

A couple sat on the low wall, facing each other, one almost in the other’s lap, the pair of them lost in their own world of slow, drugging kisses.

Lights shone through the windows of the barn, unfiltered by blinds. One man stood with his palms pressed to the glass, another man behind him, and Matt’s breathing hitched when he watched them moving together, one slamming into the other, neither of them seemingly bothered by the fact that they were visible. Not to mention naked.

Don’t look.

Then he realised he wasn’t the only one watching. Spectators stood close to the barn, as mesmerised as Matt was.

He forced himself to look elsewhere, to shut his ears to the low cries.

Adam stood by the pool, gazing at the reflections. He turned his head as Matt approached, and smiled.

“Ah, the gardener.”

Matt tried to breathe evenly.

Of course Adam noticed.

He glanced towards the barn. “It happens,” he said with a shrug. “And by the end of next week, it’ll probably be online.”

Matt blinked. “They’re filming it?”

“Content, sweetheart, content. Never miss an opportunity.” Then he chuckled. “And that’s tame compared to what’s going on in there.” He inclined his head toward the garden room.

Matt peered across to where the wide bi-fold doors to the garden room stood open, spilling warm light across the patio. Even at this distance, the sounds emanating from the room made it obvious what was going on.

He returned his attention to Adam. “I see.”

Adam cocked his head. “You can go and take a peek, if you want. There’s no charge.” His eyes gleamed. “It would also be quite an… education.”

Matt managed a smile. “It’s okay. I’ve watched guys having sex before.”

Adam folded his arms. “So you’ve seen DP up close? I stand corrected.”

He frowned. “DP?”

“Double penetration. Three guys. Two dicks. One hole.”

Heat flooded Matt’s face. “Oh.”

“Maybe that’s more education than you bargained for.”

Matt swallowed. “Where’s Owen?”

Adam’s eyes gleamed. “Probably busy.” Then he smiled. “Maybe not. There he is now.”