so there was this meme, and
bunnymcfoo asked for the ot4 swimming in the buff.... i got two and a half out of four, at least. i should also note that i've never been to sausalito and have no idea if houses commonly come with pools.
Neil's mother has a potter friend named Mira who lives in Sausalito, and sometimes the friend goes out of town and wants a housesitter for a couple of days, and sometimes she calls Neil. She's never said whether or not he can bring his friends, and he's never asked, but through some inexplicable sequence of events involving emails, phone calls, and maybe a carrier pigeon or two, Neil has been given to understand that if he wants to bring his three best friends over to sleep at the house with him, he can.
So far they've taken advantage of the gourmet kitchen to make a mess (which Neil has promised to clean up), and now Megan is enjoying the Japanese soaking tub upstairs and the boys are -
"Last one in is a Catholic schoolgirl!" Nash yells, running through the great room stark naked. Neil and Daniel watch him push the sliding glass doors open, hop across the cedar deck outside, and jump in the pool.
"Um," Daniel says.
"Yeah, he was naked," Neil confirms.
"'A Catholic schoolgirl'?"
Neil shrugs.
"Please don't tell me he brought a pleated skirt."
Neil shrugs again. "Doesn't look like he brought a bathingsuit."
"Where are you?" Nash calls from outside. The sliding door is still open. "Why am I in this pool by myself?"
"Because you're naked?" Daniel calls back.
"Usually that's an incentive. What's wrong with you? The water's warm. When are you going to get to swim in this pool again?"
"The next time Mira goes out of town," Neil says. He gets off the couch and goes outside. Daniel sends up a quick prayer that Nash doesn't yank him into the water before following.
Nash is leaning on the side of the pool nearest the house, his arms folded on the lip of the pool and his hair pushed off his face. Daniel's hormones traitorously point out that a wet Nash is actually pretty hot.
"Well?" Nash says, grinning. "Any minute now Lillian will get out of that tub, come downstairs, and tell us off for skinny-dipping."
"'Us'?" Daniel repeats. "There is no - Neil, what are you doing?"
Neil is apparently shucking off his clothes in preparation for jumping in the pool stark naked too.
"It's warm," he says, sounding surprised. Nash smirks. "You didn't!"
"I didn't," Nash tells him. "Promise. I only pee in public pools."
Daniel smacks himself in the forehead.
"Come on, McKenna, live a little."
"The minute I get in that pool you're going to molest me."
"Not while I'm here," Neil says. "I hope."
"Don't worry, Neil, I can molest you too." Nash grins sharkily before pushing off the wall, rolling onto his back, and doing a kind of modified backstroke up and down the length of the pool. Daniel tries not to stare.
"If you get in now," Neil says, "we might be able to convince Megan to join us. It'll be three against one. She can't say no to all of us."
"How long have you known her, Neil?"
Neil appears to think about that. "Yeah, you're right. This is nice, though. The last time I went skinny-dipping was at camp, like fifteen years ago. And it was a lake, and it was gross."
"What are you waiting for, Daniel?" Nash calls as he backstrokes past them. "Don't make me get out of this pool."
"He's going to get out and throw me in, isn't he," Daniel says to Neil.
"Yep," Neil says, ducking his head under before climbing out, walking around to the deep end, and attempting a dive.
Daniel sits down on the deck, figuring that if someone's going to drag him into the pool, they might think twice if they have to get him onto his feet first. Besides, he and Neil and Nash can still have a conversation.
They're wondering idly what it costs to live in Sausalito and whether or not Mira has a boyfriend when Megan comes outside wearing her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"Talking," Daniel says.
"Swimming," Neil says.
"Skinny-dipping," Nash says.
"Why?" she asks.
"Why not? We're just waiting for Daniel to get that stick out of his ass and join us."
"No," Daniel says.
"Oh, come on," Megan says, clearly teasing him. "I'll do it if you will."
Daniel blinks at her.
"She's kidding," Nash calls.
"That's what you think," she calls back, pulling off her t-shirt and pj bottoms and jumping into the water in her bra and panties.
"That doesn't count," Neil says, sounding disappointed.
"I'm not clothed," she points out. "Underwear totally counts."
"Ok, Daniel," Nash says, "your turn." He swims over to the wall where Megan and Neil are hanging on. Neil edges closer to Megan and she jabs him in the side with her elbow.
"I don't mind being the odd man out," Daniel says. "You already know I'm odd." He grins. This is actually kind of fun, thwarting the rest of them.
But the other three - especially Nash and Neil - will not be denied. They climb out of the pool, manage to catch Daniel as he makes a dash for the house, and push him in the water fully dressed.
"I hate you," he splutters, coming up for air. Nash and Neil have jumped in the pool after him, but Megan is just sitting on the edge, dangling her legs in the water.
"You know what they say," she says. "The family that swims naked together stays together."
"That would make more sense if you were both naked," Nash comments.
"This is as naked I get. Deal." She grins.
"Hey, we can play Marco Polo," Neil suggests. "I haven't done that since camp either."
Megan slides into the water and Daniel discovers that it is actually possible to cheat at pool games. Nash tries to drown him twice - on purpose - and Neil once - accidentally - before they decide they've had enough and climb out. Neil complains about pruning. Megan laughs at him. Nash wraps a towel around his waist to make coffee. Daniel reminds himself to bring a bathingsuit if Mira ever asks Neil to housesit again. It won't lower the chances of him ending up in the pool, but it should lower the chances of him ending up in the pool in his clothes.
Which, despite the discomfort of wet underwear, is better than ending up in the pool without his clothes.