Chapter Two #2
“Did I hound you out?” The apology was clear in his voice.
I shook my head. “Not at all, the wine just made a better liquid argument,” I reassured him, holding up the glass.
He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should take you up on that drink, now.”
“Offer stands.” I gestured at the kitchen.
A hand gripping the deck each side of his shoulders, and then his body levering up and out of the water. A surge of wet skin, enough to make the breath catch in my throat. Then one foot, raised and planted flat on the wooden slats, and the final, graceful flow as he pushed himself fully upright.
The water ran down him in thick rivulets, as Kai lowered his head and shook it like a dog.
Hair wild and unruly, before he smoothed it down with his palms into some half-semblance of order.
The narrow black strip of his suit, stark against his skin, somehow conspiring to almost make him look more naked than had he simply been undressed. Almost.
It was the first time I’d seen him from the front, in his entirety at least. Pectorals like broad, curved slabs of muscle; a stomach bearing creases and grooves the number of sit-ups and crunches involved I could only imagine.
Almost pruriently, I forced my attention to skip his crotch as best I could, terrified that he might look up and catch my gaze.
Achieved that only as much as to leave myself with the half-formed memory of a prominent thickness there, a concept more fascinating than had I simply stared.
Even just that glance, though, had been enough to leave me near-painfully hard. I pulled my knee up, and hoped the shape of my excitement wasn’t visible.
“Um, I mean, help yourself,” I suggested. Standing up right now was absolutely not an option: the loose nylon shorts would hide nothing.
“Thanks,” Kai replied, reaching for his own towel. Again, I couldn’t help but observe as he buried his head in its fluffy expanse, knowing it would do nothing to placate my erection but unable to stop myself nonetheless.
I tried to look away as the towel made its way down his body, and just about managed it.
Focused on the twinkling lights in the distant valley, and reminded myself that developing a crush on - or even just hopeless lust for - my neighbors’ cute son was probably even worse of an idea than spending the past few months effectively on my own, beyond the organized interactions of work.
“That should be enough to avoid dripping all over your floor,” Kai said eventually, distracting me from my self-critical reverie.
My eyes betrayed me, following him slyly as he walked past and into the kitchen. His ass was high and round, the tight black fabric clinging to the swollen muscles. I stifled the hungry groan I could feel forming in my chest.
“Any particular glass?” he called out.
“In the cupboard on the wall, on the left,” I told him, then heard from the clink that he’d found them. Silence, and then a voice from my side that made me jerk.
“Top you up?”
I turned, then wished I hadn’t. Found myself at just about eye-level with Kai’s crotch, unmistakable shapes jutting through the shiny, clinging black material. Dragged my gaze up, to see him holding out the wine bottle in invitation.
“Sure,” I tried to say, but it came out a croak. I swallowed, my throat feeling thick and dry suddenly, and attempted it again. Raising my glass at the same time.
The wine splashed in, and I attempted to ignore the heat I was sure I could feel radiating from his body against the side of my face.
Feeling, frankly, like some grubby old pervert, getting off on this near-naked youth while he was so blissfully unaware.
It was a close to physical relief when he set the bottle down and walked over to the other lounger across the deck.
Kai took a sip, then smiled. “You’re right, I can see how this would be more appealing than the pool.”
I raised my glass again, in a silent toast, and he echoed it. Then settled back, his bare shoulders against the angled backrest.
“I forget how beautiful it is up here,” he said, after a moment. The loungers were angled nearly in parallel, both of us facing the valley. “Almost magical.”
I tore my attention away from the stolen glances at his resting body, still taut and lithe even in repose. Looked instead down at the blanket of twinkling, shimmering lights - a sea of headlamps, and street lamps, and billboards, and more - that had caught his interest so completely.
“It’s what made me want to rent this place,” I told him, and could see him nod out of the corner of my eye. “It’s not the sort of view you can say no to.”
And winced inside, thinking just how much those same words applied when it came to making bad decisions about beautiful boys.
We sat like that, in companionable silence, for another ten minutes or so. Kai preoccupied by the view, and me trying not to be preoccupied by Kai, until he sat up suddenly and turned to me.
“I should get going, don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
Every demurring response sounded forced to my mind’s ear, and so I stood instead, taking the now well-diminished wine bottle into the kitchen.
It had the added benefit of putting Kai out of sight as he raised himself off the lounger.
By the time he padded in after me, he was back in board shorts and finishing pulling his t-shirt into place. Hair unruly and grin wide.
“Thanks again for letting me swim,” he said, “is there somewhere I should put the glass?”
I gestured at the sink. “In there’s fine. And anytime you want, really. The side gate is unlocked, if I’m not around.”
There was an expression close to pure gratitude on his face.
“You’re a life-saver, Tate. Thanks again, have a good night.”
“’Night, Kai,” I told him, then watched his back as he left the house.
With the click of the front door, I felt like I was finally able to exhale; to let out a breath I’d been holding all evening.
A sensation of relief tinged faintly with disappointment: relief I’d got through the night without making an utter fool of myself, but disappointment that I was no longer in the company of such charming beauty.
Woven through it all, though, was an unfamiliar thread of arousal.
Something I wasn’t sure I’d felt for months, at least. I’d not had sex since the break up, and even then it had been a sporadic thing in the final throes of the relationship.
In the intervening period I’d jerked off, of course, but it had been a perfunctory thing more than anything else.
The churning of my fist in the shower as a chore, a task to be completed and checked off the to-do list, rather than the result of some sexual hunger.
Now, though, with Kai only moments out of the door, the urge to drop to my knees, pull out my cock, and frantically stroke myself until I sprayed the tiled floor was like a fire in my belly.
I didn’t, though. Palmed my hand along the length of my erection instead, feeling its hardness through the thin and clinging nylon.
Forced myself to rinse the wine glasses and upend them to dry; to close the pool cover, and then the patio doors; to brush my teeth and - relatively early though it still was - get ready for bed.
It was only when I was lying there, the sheets pushed to one side, that I found my fingers circling my erection.
Unbidden, the mental image of Kai from behind swimming into clarity in my mind’s eye.
The inverted triangle of his broad, muscled shoulders and the tight taper of his waist, and then the view of him from the side, as he walked past me to the water.
Replaying that brief glimpse of tantalizing bulges on both sides - the swell of his cock as it pushed against the clinging fabric, and then the high curve of his sculpted ass.
Those same bulges, then, only wet and dripping. Kai’s wide hands, flat like blades as they scraped across his body, squeegeeing the water from his contours. In my imagination I watched unabashedly, feasted on every detail, every motion, in the way I couldn’t have earlier that evening.
When I came, it was with a clench in my stomach like a cramp. A tightness that made me gasp with the intensity, cum showering my chest and reaching my neck. Left me panting for breath, and trying to recall the last time an orgasm had felt so overwhelming.
Even then, after that release, it was Kai I was thinking about as I drifted into sleep.