Yes

Heather's hand moved like a flash, tucking Gavin's cock away, looking quickly around to make sure that Zack hadn't snuck up on them. She turned back to Gavin, flinching at the noticeable stain in the front of his boxers.

"Shit," she cursed.

Gavin looked down and saw what she meant. "What are we gonna do about that?" Once again Heather had the problem solved. She leaped to her feet, grabbing Gavin, who instinctively tried to curl up and protect his head, and pushed him over once again. He wailed as he toppled to the ground, landing crotch first in a nearby puddle.

Heather smirked, "sorted." The reeds rustled violently behind her, the cause becoming apparent as Zack came charging through them.

"Are you guys alright?" he asked in a concerned tone.

Heather pointed at Gavin. "Fine. He just fell over again."

Zack breathed a sigh of relief, before letting loose a short laugh. "You still drunk Gavin?"

"N-no," Gavin replied, looking suitably embarassed as he lay in the puddle. "I'm just clumsy today."

"Something doesn't add up," Zack thought. Gavin seemed a little too pleased with himself, though given that he was lying in a puddle Zack dismissed his suspicions. He must have been imagining things.

"Come on Westher," Heather said. "Get up you clumsy oaf." Something in her demeanor sparked Zack's imagination again. Her smile as she offered him her hand wasn't a mocking one; somehow it seemed more genuine than that. Gavin gratefully accepted her help, their eyes met, and Zack observed a wordless exchange of glances that he could make neither head nor tail of. Gavin was quickly returned to his feet, a bashful expression on his face as he inspected his soaking crotch, though as he looked to Zack he gave an uncharacteristically unfazed shrug.

"Shall we?" Gavin asked, gesturing back in the direction of the tree.

"Lead the way," Zack replied.

"It must be lunchtime by now," Heather chimed in. "Time for our picnic." Zack and Gavin let out whoops of excitement, almost sprinting through the reeds to eat.

"Something's afoot here," Zack thought to himself. He'd read enough detective stories to know when something was fishy, and the way Gavin and Heather were bantering at each other like old friends as they ran through the undergrowth was definitely fishy. "I smell a case."