“Rozy, big Roz, I got a question,” Wyatt starts with a slight slur from the other side of the fire pit.
Ilya has his feet buried in the sand with Shane leaning under his left arm, his back against Ilya’s side and head resting on his chest as he stares into the fire quietly. He’s holding onto Ilya’s hand that is over his shoulder, idly playing with Ilya’s wedding band.
The last few of the centaur players left from the long evening are scattered around the beach bonfire. Harris has his feet in Troy’s lap next to Shane and Ilya. Wyatt and Luca are side by side on the opposite side of the small fire, and Dykstra is to Ilya’s other side.
“Oh here we go…” Harris says, rolling his eyes over his shoulder to look at Ilya.
Ilya snorts and catches Shane’s fingers with his, lacing them together when he replies, “Yes, Wyatt, what is it?”
“How’d you—get the, like, those lines, on your like, hips, the fucking—what are they called the fucking V thing—”
“Cum-gutters.” Luca finishes.
And even though there’s a fire five feet in front of them all, Luca looks more bright red than he did five seconds ago.
“Cum-gutters.” Wyatt finally breaks the silence by repeating what baby Luca just said to the adults.
“How do you know that word?” Ilya asks Luca with wide eyes.
Luca looks like he could dig a hole in the sand and hid his head in it.
Shane is vibrating from trying to hold in his laugher, it makes Ilya vibrate from holding him. He turns his face into their intwined hands to hide his smile. Harris is slapping at shock at Troy who is staring equally wide eyed as Ilya at Luca. Dykstra has a hand covering his mouth in shock.
“Uh—” Luca begins but gets cut off by a slurring Wyatt this time.
“Cum-gutters. Is that—is it because they catch the cum? Like gutters?” He muses. “Is that true, Roz? Wait, Hollzy, is that true?”
“Oh my god.” Now it’s Shane that is the one turning bright red, and not from the fire.
Ilya leans down a little to kiss the top of Shane’s head and looks back up at Wyatt.
“Yes, Wyatt. It is like gutters on house for the storm of cum that is ejaculated onto me daily.”
“Ilya!” Shane exclaims, moving slightly to turn his head around to look at Ilya in exasperation.
“Woah. Imagined if it rained cum.” Wyatt says, now staring into the fire.
Harris starts moving to their left, getting up with a sigh, “Alright, I think that’s enough drunk hockey players for me. Babe. Bed.”
Troy gets up without argument.
“I agree,” Shane says, getting up. “Ilya, time to go.”
Ilya looks at Wyatt, Luca and Dykstra and shrugs, “Sorry, boys, have to go, the weatherman says there is big storm tonight. My gutters are going to get so full.”
Luca is hiding his face in his hands as Wyatt cackles and Dykstra leans over to high five him.
Shane grabs him by the ear to pull him to his feet.
