Chapter Six
I’d stretched out my work day as long as I could, at least as long as I thought would look acceptable should management decide to take an interest for once.
Finally, though - after leaving an apology-cupcake on the desk of the colleague I’d snapped at - I made a quick exit, intentionally breezing past the couple of people who looked like they might have conversation in mind.
I half expected, half hoped anyway, that he’d be waiting there for me already when I got back.
Languidly swimming laps in the pool, perhaps, or just chilling out by the water.
I’d even considered telling him where I’d stashed the spare key, so that he could let himself into the house.
In the end, though, that had felt a little too forward.
Instead everything was silent, the deck empty, and the pool undisturbed. I weighed the idea of sending him a message, but decided that, too, might count as too needy. Forced myself to put my phone down to charge, and then started up the shower.
Usually, a long, hot shower after a dull day at the office was my idea of heaven.
Now, though, I was distracted. Every squeak that could be a gate swinging open; every knock that might be Kai at the door.
.. I was like a meerkat, I realized, suddenly perking up and listening intently every minute or so.
I knew I was being stupid. Teenage, practically, and more than a little desperate.
Fixating on a cute guy and probably reading far more into it all than I had any right to.
I’d gone through enough infatuations over the years to know that they were simply in my nature.
I’d also experienced sufficient number to recognize that the best cure for such foolishness was to rip the bandage off and admit that I was being silly.
There was a gulf between knowing something is ridiculous rationally, of course, and your gut accepting it.
For all my head was telling me that Kai - although maybe attracted to me for whatever reason - was hardly going to be interested in more than a night or two of fun, my heart was getting far more carried away.
I wasn’t entirely sure what it was envisioning, but I knew it counted as unlikely.
The two thoughts continued dueling as I toweled off, then pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and padded barefoot downstairs.
There was a bottle of wine already open in the fridge, I knew, and probably at least half of a preprepared salad from the grocery store.
I was far less enthused about a solid dinner, though; my ex had been the chef in our relationship, and while this current kitchen had come pre-equipped with well stocked drawers and gleaming appliances, I’d hardly used more than the microwave.
I was topping up the glass, side-eying my phone again, when I realized Kai was standing at the patio doors. He smiled at me; a close, familiar smile, the sort you might give to an old friend. The sort you can’t help but return.
He looked me up and down when I pulled the doors open.
“You’re overdressed for the pool,” he pointed out.
I nodded at his t-shirt and shorts. “I’m not the only one.” I took a sip from my glass. “Plus I think I was promised a Speedo with a story.”
Kai chuckled. “Swimming lesson first, story afterwards.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t remember signing up for lessons.”
“Verbal contract,” he corrected, “you opted for the special summer package.”
My turn to laugh. I set the wineglass down on the table, and started to tug my t-shirt off. I still felt self-conscious about getting undressed in front of Kai; avoiding making eye-contact while I did it was about as close to comfortable as I could get.
“Excellent,” he commented, and began pulling off his own clothes.
I’d already put my swimsuit on under my jeans, so after shoving them down my legs it was a simple matter of taking a few steps and plunging into the water.
The temperature was near to perfect: cool enough to be bracing, but warm enough so as to make being in it something slightly less than masochistic.
I turned as I bobbed in the water, facing where Kai was still nudging his shoes off. I’d rushed a little, it was true, in the hope of being able to watch him finish undressing. It seemed, though, like he was in no great hurry to do so.
As I stared, he dropped his shirt onto the deck. Unbuttoned his shorts and, with a smile that was bordering on a smirk, nudged them down until they crumpled around his feet.
His Speedo was blue and white. Narrow around the sides; bulging temptingly at the front. I knew he knew how intently I was watching him: the slow pirouette made that clear.
“So what’s the story?” I asked. I could hear the husk in my voice.
Kai took a step toward the pool, but showed no great hurry to get in. “Oh, well,” he started, grinning at me, “you have to go back a while. First year at college, Halloween. Some guy in dorms had got us all hooked on this anime stuff.”
“That sounds... not what I expected at all,” I said.
Kai shrugged. “Yeah, a whole group of us watching it in his room. Anyway, it’s Halloween and someone says ‘let’s go as the guys in the anime’ and so, because they’re in a swim team, we were a swim team.”
I couldn’t help but picture it. A whole room of eighteen and nineteen year old guys - in my imagination they were all as hot as Kai was now - in tiny trunks.
“And you went out like that?” I asked him, a little incredulous.
Kai nodded. “We sure did. Hit all the bars, and got plenty of attention too.”
“I don’t doubt it. And so this is that Halloween suit?”
He grinned at me, crouching down on his haunches a foot or two away from the edge of the pool. I found myself instinctively drifting over, to cling to the side. A little closer and my head would be between his thighs.
“I dug it out especially for you,” he explained.
I let my gaze travel up his inside thigh, to the thickness swelling against the tightly-clinging nylon. The urge to reach out and touch him was almost overwhelming.
“And is that the whole story?” I prompted.
Kai looked thoughtful. “Well, not quite,” he admitted. Grinned at my raised eyebrow. “Like I said, we got plenty of attention.”
“Male or female?” I asked.
Kai giggled. “Both. But I figured you’d be more interested in the male.”
I smirked at him. “You know me so well.”
That got a laugh. “Yeah, so, we end up in this club. All of us at varying degrees of wasted, just dancing because it’s either that or go back to the dorms and go to bed, and that seems like the worst possible idea, y’know?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
Kai winked at me. “And it’s not like it’s a gay club, specifically,” he continued, “but then it’s not a straight club either. More sort of... fluid, if you know what I mean.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Reminds me of someone I know,” I said, pointedly.
He stuck out his tongue at me. “So there’s this guy. Watching me at first, but then he’s dancing with me. And his hands start out on my waist, but after a while - not long at all, really - they’re working their way up my back, or down to grab my ass.”
“And you were okay with that?”
He shrugged. “I was drunk and horny, and he was hot. I wasn’t saying no. Not when he had both hands full of my butt, and my dick pressing into his hip.”
I reached down, under the water, to adjust my cock. Just hearing about Kai getting mauled out in public, wearing only a pair of sneakers more than the scant outfit he was sporting right in front of me now, had been enough to get me hard.
“So he tells me he wants to eat my ass, and I think that sounds like a fucking great idea. Like, a totally top notch plan. And when he’s guiding me through all my friends - who totally know that I’ve hooked up with someone - I assume he’s taking me to the bathroom.
But instead he’s just leading me to the side of the room. ”
“Okay...” I was even more curious, now.
“And I realize he isn’t going to find some bathroom cubicle for us to hook up in, he’s basically found a wall with a bit more shadow than the rest of the club, but that’s it. He wants to eat my ass where anybody could watch us, if they really wanted to.”
My cock was twitching in my trunks, pulsing with excitement as I pictured Kai pushed against the wall. His Speedo pulled down to mid-thigh, back arched, ass pushed back, as some stranger went to town on his hole.
“You didn’t...”
He smirked at me. “I did,” he confessed, though he didn’t sound too bashful about it.
Glancing down, I could see the thick ridge of his erection, straining against the stretched fabric of the suit. It seemed the memory of that night was getting him excited, too.
“Like I said: drunk and horny,” Kai explained. “He tugged my suit down, just enough so that he could bury his face between my cheeks. Fuck, I was so turned on, I was basically dripping.”
In my mind’s eye I was imagining the long, glistening threads of precum spilling out his his dick and spooling to the floor. The push of his ass against a stranger’s face, as his hole was worked over.
“Did he fuck you?” I could hear how breathless my voice sounded.
Kai grinned again. “He wanted to. But my friends came and pulled me away before it got that far. I ended up passed out on someone else’s couch, and with the hangover to beat all hangovers the next morning.”
“Ouch.”
He shrugged. “Good thing about being around med students: someone always has a ‘never fails’ cure for the morning after. Even if most of the time they’re all bullshit.”
I had to ask. “Are all your club nights so liberated?”
“Not really, no,” he told me, shaking his head. “That was pretty much an outlier. But I thought you’d like the story... and the Speedo.”
Nodding, I allowed my gaze to travel back down his chest to where the swimsuit was bulging. My mouth was starting to water.
“Why aren’t you in the pool yet?” I asked, pointedly.
Kai stood up, standing briefly on his tip-toes to stretch his calves. “Good question,” he concurred, then jumped into the water.