Spencer hopped onto the tailgate with his tray, looking over at Elliot’s with fried chicken, mac and cheese, green beans and biscuit. Baxter tossed the bottled water out the window for Spencer to catch.“And the candy?” asked Spencer.“Mom called and we’re having a cookout, so no candy. Gay porn She might be planning something for dinner,” Elliot replied, pulling his cellphone out.The grill was still smoking as the coals burned down, and in the screen porch the table sat under the rope lights hanging from the ceiling. The air conditioner was pushed to the coldest setting, blasting out of the vents, making goosebumps rise on their skin.Spencer noticed Elliot was acting more open, smiling more; even his posture was more relaxed. Baxter was still with him, lowering the window.“Hey, you guys got set back up,” said Mason, leaning over Baxter. Your brother?”“No, and I see where you’re heading. Baxter was twenty, the same as Mason, and had a muscular lean build that he struggled not to be caught staring at. Eyes moved down the lean body, and how much of the torso was exposed. She lives in town, right?”“Yes, mam.”“So, Spencer, pick me out a couple of the smaller melons.
