My lips find his and I can feel how much he leans into this kiss, how he seeks to feel me close. Despite everything.
At first, I was afraid that I was putting too much pressure on him, which could have really backfired. Now I'm just relieved and happy that that's no longer standing between us. And to be honest, it wouldn't have gotten any easier with time.
I am surprised when I feel his hands on my waist and he pulls me closer to him until we are belly to belly in the water.
"Do you want to put the t-shirt back on when we get out of the water?" Right now, it's stuffed a little precariously into the waistband of my swim shorts.
"I don't care what other people think, as long as it's okay for you. You're the only one who matters." Philipp's look is so vulnerable.
"You're perfect just the way you are. I'm certainly not going to hide you."
A slight grin plays around Philipp's mouth. Mischievous and free. "Then fuck it."
And "fuck it" it was ever since. Even though I can tell he's struggling with himself, he no longer wears a shirt on the beach or at the pool. Which in turn means he walks around with that sexy six-pack on display all the time. I assumed that he was toned. Practicing three times a week and performing on weekends is a lot of exercise, but I wasn't expectingthat. He looks so slim in his clothes.
This six-pack is my downfall. I feel like I'm half hard all the time and I’m especially hard in the morning, which triggered him so badly after that first night. I’m careful about how I lie down so that he’s not near my cock, but we move around a lot at night. Especially when we’re not completely sober.
We celebrated Nika’s and Élias's farewell. The two of them"spontaneously decided"to drive up north to Élias's parents for the second week of our vacation. If you asked me, I'd say it was planned that way, but hey.
I can already hear them rattling and packing outside. We should help, but my hard-on has to get a bit smaller first. But that’s not going to happen, because for the first time this week I'm not alone with it and it’s pretty damn hot.
Philipp lies behind me, his body pressing against mine. To be precise, his stiff cock is against my ass. And as if that wasn't enough, he is grinding against me in rhythmic movements. Fuck. I can feel everything through our underwear and he's certainly not small. My imagination is going wild and I can feel a wet spot growing in my briefs.
Philipp's hand presses firmly against my stomach, holding me close, but I'm still not sure he’s fully awake. He's not that free and relaxed when he is, not yet at least. This is his body, following the most primal instinct that has been suppressed byfear and pain for so long. It’s so hot. The little noises Philipp makes, his soft moans, and suppressed breathing.
Suddenly Philipp freezes behind me. "Shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize..."
I don't want to hear an apology, because there's nothing to apologize for. In one movement, I turn around and roll Philipp under me onto his back. Our cocks separated only by two thin layers of fabric. Philipp stares at me with his eyes wide open. Shame and fear of being rejected swimming in his gaze - until I roll my hips for the first time. "Ahhh... fuck! What are you doing? Oh God!"
"I'll show you..." Once again, I rub our cocks together. "...that there is nothing..." Again. "... to be sorry for." Again.
Philipp moans and writhes beneath me. His hips push upwards. More friction, he’s seeking more friction. His breathing is irregular.
"Should I stop?" My hip stops.
"No... don't stop... please don't stop."
"Can I take off your briefs?" I'm no longer fully aware of what I’m doing either, or I wouldn't have asked this question. Too fast. I am too fast. But Philipp's "yes" is loud and clear and can't be misunderstood. I straighten up and make short work of his briefs as he pulls on mine. "You too..."
Philipp's eyes roll back with a groan as we touch again, skin to skin. "Ahh. That feels so good... Why does it feel so good?" He talks during sex, who would have thought. I have to smile, because there's nothing better than watching Philipp lose more and more control, letting go. Our movements become faster and firmer, both in search of more, until Philipp's body suddenly tenses under me and his hips shoot up. I can feel his cock twitching next to mine and his cum between us. His moans are so loud that I press my lips to his. He claws at my back with bothhands, holding me tight when I feel my own orgasm rushing through my body.
Chapter 45
Philipp
"You do know that this is a tent, right?" Élias grins knowingly at us and I can feel myself blushing. Adrien scratches the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly putting his other arm around my shoulder and pulling me close.
"Don't let him tease you!" Nika comes out from behind her car. "That's happened to us too."
"Nika?!" Élias looks at his girlfriend, stunned.
"Élias?!" Nika laughs back.
“Why are you telling them?"
"So that Philipp doesn't feel quite so bad."
I didn't feel bad, just a little embarrassed. But I blush so easily, it always looks more dramatic than it actually is. The hardship of being pale. To be honest, I still feel like I'm floating, my grin stapled in place.
