GABRIEL #2
It feels like a place meant for yoga, stretching, maybe sunbathing.
Near the edge, a row of rattan loungers sits angled toward the water, low and wide, with thick, light-colored cushions. Between them, small stone-topped tables leave space for drinks or books.
A little farther back, there’s a more secluded seating area, a modular outdoor sofa arranged in an L-shape, upholstered in neutral tones.
Glass railings run along the perimeter of the rooftop, nearly invisible, allowing an unobstructed view of the city stretching out below, creating a grid of lights and distant movement.
The whole space feels elevated in every sense, removed from everything below, like a private world suspended above the city.
I lean down and check the water in the pool, realizing it’s much warmer than in the indoor pool, heated by the sun during the day, which hits the rooftop directly.
It slips out before I can stop myself. "Come swim with me, Blue. Not like in the morning, not training, just for relaxation. It’s already past nine, we can unwind a little."
He looks at me for a moment, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion.
"I only swim in the morning…" he starts, but I cut him off quickly.
"Come on, don’t make me beg. Let’s swim together. We can even swim naked if you want. Let’s go crazy!" I grin widely.
For the first time ever, I see something like embarrassment, or maybe even unease, flicker across Blue’s face.
"Obviously optional," I add quickly, softening my tone.
"I will not swim naked," he says, his voice completely different from the way he talks about science or math, higher and stiffer.
"So maybe just a regular swimsuit? The water’s warm, you don’t need a wetsuit."
His large eyes look straight at me.
Silence.
A pretty long one.
I try to smile. "Looks like you’re weighing the pros and cons?" I squint slightly. "Feels like the decision’s leaning my way."
Blue blinks slowly, then shrugs and says quietly,
"All right. Fine. I’ll go change."
That surprises me, but I feel a flicker of excitement.
Seriously? Just like that? We’re actually going to fool around in the water?
The idea came to me out of nowhere, and weirdly enough, it worked.
Blue walks off, and I head to my room too, feeling a bit jittery and excited.
I change into my black boxers again and come back quickly, but Blue isn’t there yet, so I decide to go for it and get in right away.
I walk to the edge, lower my legs into the water, then slide in, pleased by how warm it is.
The pool is lit with green and turquoise lights, creating an almost magical atmosphere, while the lamps along the edges cast a soft golden glow. It’s a perfect place to relax and maybe explore… less obvious kinds of connections. Who knows.
He’s my boss, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be buddies, right?
A moment later, the door opens, and Blue walks out.
His hair, which usually falls to his shoulders, is tied back in a short ponytail, revealing his slender neck. He’s wearing his ever-present electronic glasses and… wow… it actually takes my breath away.
He’s wearing nothing but a Speedo.
Fuck.
I’m honestly shocked he showed up in something like that.
Bold! I wouldn’t dare.
As he walks toward me, slowly and cautiously, I get the impression he’s not entirely comfortable, and yet he keeps moving closer to the pool.
I’m leaning against the edge. Blue stops by the ladder.
Our eyes meet.
My gaze drifts over him freely and lingers on his delicate, slender shoulders. His body has an almost adolescent build, but not completely lacking muscle. There’s soft definition in his chest, faintly outlined abs, small but visible biceps.
Regular swimming clearly does him good, but because he’s so slight, he looks more like he’s eighteen than a forty-two-year-old man.
I know people have different builds and some are naturally smaller regardless of age, but he definitely looks younger than I would’ve expected.
His skin is pale, probably never tanned, with a pearly pink tone that looks almost translucent.
His nipples are small and distinctly pink, stiffened now from the cooler air.
He has a slim, elegant waist that tapers nicely into slightly rounded hips that look simply delicious, but my eyes drop lower, to his groin, where there’s a modest bulge.
Since he’s facing me, I can’t see his ass, but his thighs are beautifully shaped, with a hint of muscle and softness at the same time.
I have to admit, this isn’t what I expected.
I thought he’d look more angular, bony, almost wiry, and instead… he’s delicate, but also attractive. Sexy.
Actually… fuck.
My type. Ten out of ten.
I catch myself staring at his crotch, and I feel something in my body stir that’s been dormant for a long time.
A surge of desire is so strong that my mind fills with images that shouldn’t be there, thoughts of pulling him against me, pushing him onto soft silk sheets, touching him with my mouth, licking his skin, tasting it.
The desire hits hard, almost violently… and suddenly, a sound slips out of my throat.
Dammit!
It’s an AO sound called an ‘Appreciation’, and I desperately try to cover it with a sudden coughing fit.
Relieved he can’t see my groin, I force myself to look away and turn toward the pool, giving him my back. I hope he didn’t catch that note in my throat beneath all the fake coughing and grunting I used to hide it.
Blue finally steps into the water too.
We both end up standing on the shallow ledge along the edge of the pool, submerged, me up to my waist, him almost to his shoulders.
But the naked reality is… He’s a beautiful omega, and I’m a healthy young alpha.
My blood is boiling, my instincts flaring up, my body reacting on its own. I keep my eyes fixed on the glowing surface of the water, brutally forcing myself to calm down.
And then I say it, because it’s stronger than my will.
"You have a really nice body. Delicate, but well-shaped. Sexy."
I’m almost certain he’s going to shut me down or get angry, but after a moment of silence, he says somewhat stiffly, "Thank you. You look very… all right as well."
Wow.
The difference between Blue like this and Blue in his suit, fully immersed in his CEO persona, is striking.
Now he almost seems shy, as if without that armored suit, he loses some of his confidence.
He also stares at the water.
I keep wondering why he chose to wear Speedos. He could’ve gone with the safer option, some loose swim trunks, but instead he picked something that barely covers anything. Maybe it’s some subtle signal, a sign that he doesn’t mind me… looking at his body?
Hoping that might actually be the case, I get a little bolder, do another reckless thing, and turn to face him.
I see his profile against the shifting green water, pale and refined.
His lips are slightly parted and flushed, like soft raspberries.
For some stupid reason, I want to know.
"Are you, like me, also a virgin?"
There’s an immediate change in him.
The softness disappears. Tension returns, with a slight tightening of those soft lips. Without looking at me, he answers coldly,
"You seem very interested in my sex life."
"You know, one clause in our marriage contract got me thinking. I don’t know if you added it or if it was standard, but it said that if something more were to happen between us, you wouldn’t want me looking for other omegas. So… it’s an option?"
Blue turns his head away so I can’t see his face, looking out toward the city horizon beyond the skyscrapers, then says in a rough tone,
"That clause was added by my lawyer. It was his idea. I don't anticipate such scenarios."
So formal again, putting distance between us.
I don’t like it, I want more, some reaction, so, I keep pressing.
Feeling a bit like I’m drunk in my sudden desire for him, my questions turn direct: "But you could just refuse it altogether. Why didn’t you?
Did you leave a small opening for something more happening between us? "
Blue’s heart speeds up gradually.
I feel like rushing downhill, taking up on speed, the topic turning more and more dangerous.
"In one of your interviews, you said that because of your accident, the instincts typical of omegas are diminished in you, your libido. Is this true?"
He turns toward me, irritation showing on his face, and yet he answers, as if he wants to firmly correct me.
"Wow, Gabriel, you’re coming on strong. And I have never made a secret of what happened in my past. But that doesn't mean I want to discuss it with my employee while half naked in a pool."
Blue says this all in a sharp tone, looking at me like a strict teacher putting a disruptive student in place,
"I don't know what your goal is or why you are pursuing this topic so intrusively, but I insist we not return to it, as it doesn't concern our professional relationship." His tone remains slightly elevated, but still very stiff and formal.
I let out a breath and idly move my fingers through the water, staring at the turquoise glow beneath the surface.
To my own demise, I just can't stop…
My suddenly awakened hunger pushes me over the edge. I feel like I’m falling into an abyss, further, deeper into a subject that clearly annoys him, like I’ve lost my brakes.
"I didn’t mean to offend you, but if we’re going to spend day after day together for the next ten years, I’d like to know you better.
And there’s one thing you should know." My voice wavers a bit, "If the marital contract were written differently, if part of my duties included…
what usually exists between spouses, I would take on those duties too. "
I see his face change, first flushing red, then paling slightly, then coloring again as his jaw tightens hard.
"A duty? Oh! How very noble of you!" His tone goes darker.