The men were frantic. They were in a very compromising position. Robbie was on his back with his shirt and pants open. His legs were still wrapped around Harry's waist, and Harry was lying above him, gasping in his ear. This did not look good.

Robbie tried to reach his phone which was in his back pocket but it was difficult since it was right beneath him. Damn! What were they going to do?

Harry quietly pried himself away from Robbie's legs and straightened his clothes. Then he scrambled up and out of the hedges. "Hey."

"Oh!" Emma was startled. Robbie could imagine her hand clutching her pearl necklace she always wore. "Harry! We were just looking for you."

"Hi, ladies." Harry said. "You read my mind because I was looking for you."

"What were you doing in the bushes?" Kendall asked.

"Looking for my phone," Harry said. "We were just walking and goofing around and it fell out of my pocket. Lucky me I just found it."

"Oh," Emma said. "Where's Robbie? Isn't he with you now?"

"Umm," Harry was saying. Robbie could actually hear Harry trying to come up with a plausible lie. "He had to go use the john at the club. Said something about his breakfast making a break for the can."

Robbie rolled his eyes. Harry was going to get it for that.

Emma sighed. "Yeah, that's my Robert. Well let's go meet him at the club."

Robbie remained hidden in the bushes as he heard Harry leading the women away. Good call. That will give him enough time to get himself together and escape. He waited until their voices and footsteps faded in the distance.

Instead of getting up, Robbie lay there on the grass. He could still feel Harry's weight on him, his body heat against his skin. His warm breath on his ear. Robbie touched the side of his neck, reliving Harry placing slow kisses along it. He wondered what would have happened if Emma and Kendall hadn't been here looking for them. Would he and Harry have gone all the way? Robbie was more than turned on. He wanted Harry bad, just like Harry said. His whole body ached for Harry's touch.

Robbie waited until he cooled off, then he sat up and readjusted his clothes. He stood and brushed the grass off of him and returned to the country club.

Emma and Kendall decided that the four should have drinks together. Great, Robbie thought. So much for the couple having some alone time. He pulled Emma aside. "I thought it was just us today." He said.

"I'm sorry," Emma pleaded. "But me and Kendall​ have lots to talk about. Aren't you getting along with Harry?"

Yeah, Robbie thought. So well we've made each other come. "We're okay."

Emma patted him on his shoulders. "I tell you what, we'll have our drinks with them, then after we say our goodbyes, we'll go back to our place and. . ." She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "We'll have our time together. Turn off our phones and just have fun. You and me."

Robbie smiled at that. He looked towards Harry and was surprised to see Harry staring back at him. Robbie felt a little guilty and ducked his eyes. He looked at his fiancee. "That sounds great, baby."

"Good," Emma winked at him. "Go hang out with Harry for a little while. Talk about sports or whatever you guys have in common." She gave him a small push in Harry's direction. "Go play."

Robbie went over to the table where they were sitting. Right away Emma and Kendall were chatting away with their usual girl talk. He looked over to Harry who was nursing his drink. "Sooo," he said. "Wanna talk sports or something?"

"What was that about?" Harry nodded towards Emma.

"What?"

"That little chat with your wife. Were you telling her you wanted to leave?"

Was Harry a damn mind reader Robbie thought. "We were just talking couples stuff," he said, drinking a gin and tonic. "We actually took a day off work just to get some quality time together."

Harry nodded. He envisioned Robbie and Emma holding each other close, looking into each other's eyes. Undressing. . .

"Instead you got stuck with me and Kendall."

"I didn't say that," Robbie said. "She and Kendall are the best of friends and they like to talk forever."

"No kidding." Harry said.  "If Kendall ever loses the ability to talk for just one hour she'd kill herself."

That made them laugh.  "How long have you guys been together?" Robbie asked.  "Out of curiosity."

"It's been a while, maybe a couple of years." Harry said.  "She and her model friends used to stop by the club and we got to talking."

"Women come to your club?"

"Oh yeah, they love it.  They find the gay clubs a lot more fun than the straight ones.  She loves the entertainment."

Robbie pictured the two getting very cozy.  "So what's the deal with you two?" He tried to sound as casual as possible.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean are you guys really close or whatever?"

Harry knew exactly what Robbie was getting at.  "Are you asking if we screw each other blind?"

He definitely noticed how quickly Robbie's face turned red.  "No, no, no." He kept saying.  "I was just asking if you guys were close, that's all, you know."

"Why are you asking?" Harry was amused at Robbie's dancing around the question.

"I was just wondering."

"Said the guy with the fiancee." Harry asked. 

"I was curious."

"Yes, we're doing the deed," Harry said.  "We're not getting engaged anytime soon but we are banging each other's brains out."

Robbie was surprised. He didn't expect Harry to be that blunt.  Why shouldn't they have sex? Harry was single, he could do whatever he wanted.  He was the one with the fiancee, so he couldn't complain.  Yet for some reason that's what he felt like doing.  "So you want to sleep with both of us.  Guy one minute, girl the next?"

"It's the best of both worlds." Harry said with a smile.  "I just go with the flow, depending on how I feel. Are you jealous?"

Robbie scoffed.  "What? Seriously? Why would I be jealous?"

"I don't know."

"Please.  You're jumping from one bed to the next.  You don't know if you like men or women."

"I thought that was you."

Robbie's jaw dropped.  "What? Please, I'm going to be married soon.  I'll have a wife and family."

"And you'll still be sneaking around to the gay bars behind her back." Harry said with a grin. 

"Really? How is that worse than what you're doing?" Robbie threw back, his voice slightly raised.

Harry stood up from the bar stool and looked Robbie in the eye.  "At least I'm open about it.  I don't have to hide."

Robbie also stood up, glaring back at Harry.  He wanted to throw his drink in Harry's face.  Forget that, he wanted to sock the shit out of him.  "Fuck you!"

"You wish!"

Robbie felt himself being pulled back.  He saw Kendall pulling Harry away. 

"Oh my God." Robbie heard Emma say.  "Guys, calm down."

"What's going on?" Kendall was saying as she smoothed Harry's back.  "What's happening with you two?"

Harry was still staring at Robbie.  "You wanna tell them or should I?"

Robbie ducked his eyes.  "We were just. . . arguing about. . .Sports and stuff." he mumbled.

Emma laughed in relief.  "See that? Can't leave guys alone for a minute without them fighting over their favorite teams."

"I know right?" Kendall said as she wrapped her arm around Harry.  "I'd better take mine home before he commits a homicide."

"Me too." Emma said.  "I think my man needs a nap.  I'll talk to you later about. . ."

Robbie stopped listening.  He and Harry continued staring at each other until their ladies finally separated them.  Emma drove them back to their home.

"I don't know why you two don't get along," Emma was saying.  "Me and Kendall are besties, we were hoping you two liked each other just a little."

Robbie was silent as he thought about Harry kissing him earlier.  He could still hear Harry's words. "We need to do something about this." Harry had breathed in his ear, his voice husky and arousing.

"I had hoped we could do things as a couple," Emma was saying.

"What? What things?" Robbie actually pictured them having a foursome.  He was amazed Harry hadn't brought that up with his perverted self.

"Like dinners together and trips," Emma said.  "Kendall's family has a yacht we can use whenever we want."

"Oh." Robbie tried to clear his dirty mind.  What was happening to him? He felt as he were slowly losing himself.

They spent the rest of the day in bed.  Robbie was able to make love to Emma several times, focusing only on her.  They shared Pina Coladas and talked about nothing in particular.  This was right, Robbie thought.  He and Emma, forever.  He couldn't wait to walk down the aisle with her, his Mrs. Robert A. Kay.  They were going to have a good life.  They were going to be happy forever.

If only he could get Harry out of his system, he would be good.

A/N thanks for reading 😊 don't forget to vote