“I see…”
“Did you really…do that for me?”
“Do what?”
Thomas rolled his eye. “Drag me into the tattoo shop to make him jealous.”
“Well, I didn’t do it for myself, did I?” Scott snorted. “I mean, did you see the snake I picked? Talk about a close call.” He looked back at the pool. “Fancy a swim?”
Thomas narrowed his eyes. “Canyou swim?”
“Yes, most of the time.”
“I don’t have my shorts,” Thomas said.
“Neither do I, and Zara’s not here to make you feel self-conscious.” Scott got up and dropped his towel.
Thomas scoffed and snatched it up off the floor to lay on the lounger. “Animal.”
“Hey, Thomas…do snakes like water?”
“Some of them do.”
Scott sighed as he lowered himself back into the pool. “Then show me.”
He shot Thomas a wink, expecting him to stay fully dressed in his chair, glaring at Scott as he lay on his back watching as the sky darkened through the windows, but Thomas stood up and took off his clothes.
Chapter ten
ScotthadseenThomasnaked many times, and it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest.
Splashing around in the pool together felt normal.
Even sharing a towel to dry off didn’t gross Scott out.
Three years they’d spent together in the same cell, and for the first few months, they’d tried to be respectful and never dropped their eyes lower than the belly button, but it was inevitable they would see each other naked.
The first time Scott had seen Thomas’s cock; he’d done a double-take.
For some reason, he’d thought the tattoo would end at his crotch, and his cock would be bare. In hindsight, it would’ve looked ridiculous, a big guy like Thomas inked head to toe in snake-skin but with a tattoo-free penis, but no – Thomas was tattooedeverywhere, even under his foreskin.
He had a snake-skin cock with the prominent colour being green.
A green cock.
It was a first for Scott. He’d seenmany a dick, but never a green one tattooed to look like it had scales. Despite being green, it functioned like a regular cock. Thomas would wake up with morning wood, and Scott would chuckle and wave a good morning to Thomas’s literal trouser snake.
Thomas would glare at him and call him an idiot.
Thomas had also seen Scott naked, whether getting changed in the cell or washing in the shower, he’d seen and hissed at anyone who dared to stare at Scott for too long.
They became desensitised to that area of their bodies. It was a relief to know they still felt that sense of ease with each other.
But never had Thomas seen Scott jerk off before, or at least not in the flesh, and it turned out to be awkward as hell.
“What?” Scott snapped, pausing to shake out his aching wrist. “Why are you screwing your face up in a ball?”
Two days had passed since the salon, Russell, and the unhappy face in his pocket. Scott wanted the redness from the waxing to vanish completely before filming anything. They’d been trying for almost an hour, and Thomas had been unsatisfied with every take.
