“Of the territory?” Sebastian asked, his legs unsteady. He took a few steps, still feeling the imprint of Bjorn’s hand where he’d held him up.
Bjorn nodded. He walked over to one of the trees closest to the water, bending over and coming back with two bottles of water. He handed one to Sebastian without saying a word, and Sebastian took a relieved sip.
It was so hot outside.
“So what’s on the other side?” he asked, putting the cap back on the bottle. He put it down on the ground and wiped his mouth.
“Another pack,” Bjorn said, eyes narrowing as he looked over to the other side of the lake. He put his water down next to Sebastian’s, taking his hand and pulled him down to the edge of the water. He looked down at Sebastian with a wide grin. “Swim?”
Sebastian looked at the water’s edge, the water clear enough that he could see the bottom, the prospect of a refreshing dip very appealing.
“Sure,” he said, surprising himself.
Bjorn looked overjoyed. He yanked off his shirt, tossing it onto one of the wide flat stones a few feet away, and kicked off his shoes, followed by his shorts, socks and finally, his overstuffed jock.
Sebastian turned around just in time to avoid seeing Bjorn’s massive package on display.
“Jesus,” Sebastian mumbled, hyper aware of the massive and now naked werewolf behind him.
“Hm?” Bjorn said, walking into the water. Sebastian turned to watch him, quickly turning back around when he caught an eyeful of cock.
Bjorn was only up to his knees.
“Sorry,” Sebastian mumbled, immediately feeling silly. Bjorn obviously had no qualms about being naked in front of him.
“Swim?” Bjorn asked again, a little worried. He probably didn’t understand why Sebastian was being weird.
“Yes,” Sebastian said, stripping down to his underwear and putting his clothes on the same rock where Bjorn’s discarded clothes lay, carefully keeping his eyes off Bjorn’s big cock and pendulous balls.
How were they sobig?
Sebastian snapped his gaze away when he realized he was looking where he wasn’t supposed to. Steadfastly keeping his eyes above waist level, he followed Bjorn into the crystal clear lake.
The lake floor was made up of mud, silky and loose, and when his feet sank into it, they were met with an almost icy cold. He wriggled his toes, cold mud seeping between them and making him shiver with pleasure.
“This feels so nice,” he said, moving deeper into the water. He turned to Bjorn, trying very hard not to look at his now half-submerged monster cock, freezing at the playful expression on the werewolf’s face. He took a wary step back. “What?”
Bjorn grinned wider, the expression making Sebastian feel like a cornered rabbit, andpounced. He lurched forward and grabbed Sebastian around the waist, laughing as he lifted him out of the water and threw him a good six or seven feet deeper into the lake. Sebastian landed with a belly-flop, water rushing into his nose as he frantically kicked his legs and breached the surface.
“What the fuck?” he sputtered, his legs kicking furiously to keep his head above water.
“Play,” Bjorn said, that same playfully menacing grin on his face, advancing on Sebastian like a stalking predator.
Sebastian squealed and swam as quickly as he could in the other direction, but it was no use. Bjorn caught him in seconds, massive mitts wrapping around his thighs and launching him out of the water with another roaring laugh.
Somewhat more prepared this time, Sebastian found that the experience of flying through the air was actually pretty fun. He turned to Bjorn and held up a hand when the werewolf made to advance again.
“Hold still,” he commanded, flashing a smile when Bjorn tilted his head and obeyed. The water was up to just under Bjorn’s shoulders, lapping at the upper part of his muscular pecs, and with the way the sun was reflecting off his golden hair, he looked like a water deity trying to seduce Sebastian into an early grave.
Sebastian swam toward him, his stomach tingling with excitement at what he was about to do.
Not the best swimmer, Sebastian still managed to cross the short distance between them without making himself look like a fool.
“Okay, now hold still,” he said, grabbing Bjorn’s wide shoulders and, without thinking too hard, lifted himself up and climbed up so that he was straddling Bjorn’s neck.
Bjorn let Sebastian climb him like it was the most natural thing in the world, even reaching up and steadying him when he almost slipped and fell.
“Thanks,” Sebastian said, concentrating on getting on top of Bjorn’s shoulders. If Bjorn wanted to play, they were going toplay. He grabbed a hold of the top of Bjorn’s head, fingers sinking into his hair for extra purchase, and carefully rose up onto his feet.
