He ducks his head under and comes back up, looking at me. The moonlight flitting through theclouds, making slashes on his tanned skin. His dark hair plastered across his forehead.
He’s shivering when he puts his hand out and I look at it, mind racing.
“Evan,” he says and I take it, letting him pull me towards him.
His skin starts to warm up when I press against it. His breath is hot on the side of my face. He’s hard under his boxers. He puts his arms around me and just holds me. His hand on the back of my neck, stroking. I press my lips against his skin. It’s salty with sweat and sea water. I brush my lips up his neck and feel him shiver. He grinds his cock against mine and tightens his grip around my waist.
I pull back enough to catch his lips. Don’t stop to ask myself what the fuck I’m doing. This isNate,for fuck sake.
But he’s kissing me back, holding me so tight I don’t think I could escape even if I wanted to.
We kiss like it’s the first time we’ve ever kissed anyone. Just exploring, not even using tongue. Nate brushes his lips across my mouth, his breath between my lips. I open my eyes and he’s right there.
“Remember when we used to press our faces up close like this,” he whispers. “When we’d pretend to be cyclops?”
I brush his hair out of his face.
“You’re ruining the moment,” I say, but I haven’t moved my face. And he hasn’t stopped pressing his body, his hard-on, against me. If it was ever gonna be anything with Nate, it was gonna be like this. Laughing and remembering stupid shit. Not like it is with those random guys in the woods.
He presses his mouth to my neck and starts kissing down to my collarbone. Brushing his lips against my skin while he sighs. I run my hand through his wet hair, watching his head where it’s cradled in my arm.
“Let’s get out of the water.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s cold and everyone can see us here.”
He looks up, back at the sand, but he doesn’t look worried. “There’s no one around.”
“But someonecouldsee us.”
He loosens his grip enough for me to start wading back to shore. I can hear him behind me, his body pushing through the water.
It’s cold now and we’re gonna be covered in sand if we sit down in our wet underwear. I take his hand and lead him to the wall of showers where people rinse their dogs and kids off and get the sand off their feet before putting on their shoes. We used to play in these showers until we were prunes. Splash each other and fill up water balloons. Trying to be fast before the lifeguard caught us.
I never imagined I’d be standing under them with him like this, not even trying to hide how hard we are for each other.
He lets me rinse him off. The water is lukewarm, but it takes the bite out of the air.
Nate leans in and kisses me again, this time exploring with his tongue. His abs press against me. His skin smooth and warm.
I splay my hand across his bare chest, pressing him back against the wall. He gasps the second I touch him. His cock is fighting to get out of his boxers. I slide my hand down to his waistband and pull until he springs free.
He watches me the whole time. Those trusting fucking Bambi eyes on me.
He pushes his hips off the wall so I can pull his underwear down to his knees. I wipe my hand on mychest, just in case there’s any lingering sand, before spitting into my palm and gripping the base of his cock.
He gasps again, this time louder, more desperate. His hips buck into my hand.
He runs his hand up and down my arm while I jerk him off, trying not to look him in the eye.
“Evan.”
Fuck.
“Evan, look at me.”
The second I do, I lose control. Let him pull me closer until I’m flush against him. Kissing him, taking his tongue in my mouth, his moan vibrating through me.
