He stayed under… and remained under.
Treycore glanced around. “Sydar?”
No bubbles. Nothing. “Sydar?”
He felt a tug at his leg and then fell back.
His shoulder blades stung as they pierced through the water’s surface.
Regaining his composure, he sprung to his feet. Sydar stood before him, grinning, clearly amused by the trick he’d just played on him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I had to.”
The amusement in his eyes, the playfulness in his gaze, sparked the same in Treycore.
“You little shit,” he said.
He wrapped his arms around Sydar and pushed his body weight forward so they both fell into the water. As Sydar pulled his head up, Treycore dunked it back in, letting him take his punishment before pulling him back up. Sydar burst into laughter. He turned to Treycore, his eyes filled with eagerness, excitement.
The look he gave made Treycore’s dick swell.
Sydar looked at it with satisfaction.
He sprung at Treycore, pressing his lips firmly against his, stroking his hands up and down his back.
His kiss was delicious, intoxicating.
Treycore’s mind was paralyzed for a moment as Sydar massaged his thumb over the head of his dick.
No, stop it!
Treycore pushed away.
Sydar looked confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to share that with you,” Treycore said.
Sydar’s confused look transformed to one of disappointment.
“Why not?”
“It’s… there’s someone… someone that I care about.”
“A partner?”
Treycore wished, but unfortunately, he didn’t really know what he and Kid were or what they might one day be.
He shook his head. “Not that… not yet.”
Sydar smirked. He rested his hands on Treycore’s hips. “Then there’s no harm, is there?”
But the wicked gleam in his eyes suggested there really was harm. And to Treycore, it mattered. Though he could be so easily aroused, as easily aroused as any other, he would not even consider the advances of someone other than Kid.
“You think I’m disgusting?” Sydar said, turning away from Treycore.
“No. It’s not that.”
