Chapter 22
Dayyan
We’ve been on summer break for almost a week, and for almost that entire week, it’s just been Jannis and me. We’ve already been on three hikes, all of them uphill of course, and my muscles are sore.
I’m lying in bed with aching thighs and I have no idea how I’m even going to get up today. My bladder has been begging for release for over thirty minutes, not long enough to put up with the pain that getting up would cause though.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand and open Jannis’s and my chat. “Can we do something relaxing today? I’m totally wiped out.”
His reply doesn’t take long. Three crying-with-laughter emojis adorn my display. “Did I take you too hard? You’re really not used to physical activity, are you?”
My heart skips a beat as my cock reacts to the double meaning of the message. What does “take you too hard” mean? For a moment, I see myself on all fours with Jannis behind me. Reflexively, I tense my ass, or more precisely, my asshole. Fuck. Do I want that?
If my cock, pressing hard against my boxer shorts, is anything to go by, I definitely want that.
Carefully, I push the annoying piece of fabric down—my sore muscles already screaming in agony—and grab my dick.
With a firm grip, I slide my hand up and down while my imagination spins a vivid picture of naked bodies and hard thrusts.
Long, blond curls in my hand, full lips on mine, hard muscles. Fuck.
I tense up again, but it feels empty. For a moment, I wonder if this is worth doubting my sanity, but I dismiss the thought. Instead, I lick my finger and roll onto my side.
Damn, that’s tight. No idea how a cock is supposed to fit in there. I gently circle my finger around my hole before trying again. This time with a little more pressure, and my fingertip slips through. It feels strange, but not bad. Not bad at all, to be honest.
Slowly, I move my finger in circles and, oh my god, that’s.
.. why didn’t I try this before? My orgasm slowly builds up, and I stroke harder, but can hardly handle the double stimulation.
I have to come, or I’ll go mad. My finger moves faster and faster, I’m completely out of control as white strands of cum spray over my stomach and my sheets.
My hole tightens, grips around my fingertip, and I just manage not to scream.
Carefully, I pull my finger out, still stunned by what just happened. Fuck.
To distract myself, I reach for my phone, only to find three messages from Jannis. “Lake?”
“Pack your swim trunks, I’ll be over in five!”
“I’m here.”
Just the thought of Jannis in swim shorts makes my cock twitch again. Fuuuck, this is going to be a terrible day.
***
If someone had asked me this morning whether baby blue swim trunks with pink flamingos on them were even remotely sexy, I’d have laughed at them. Said trunks on Jannis? Baby blue is my new favorite color, and the flamingo is my new favorite animal. Any questions?
But he could tie a burlap sack around his waist and still be hot as hell. Underneath his baggy T-shirts and skater pants, Jannis hides a slim but extremely toned body and pale, even skin. Blond hair adorns his arms and legs, and a narrow happy trail runs from his belly button into his shorts.
Jannis stands on the shore of a huge lake looking at the water. Since we’ve known each other, I’ve rarely seen him as relaxed as he is here and now at this moment.
“This is a great spot. How did you find it?” We are not on the usual sunbathing lawn. Our spot is a small clearing on the other side of the lake with just enough room for two towels and a picnic basket. The shore is flat until it suddenly drops off after five yards into the water.
“When we used to come here with our parents and didn’t feel like swimming, Louis and I would wander through the woods.
Later, Luca and I did the same. This has always been my favorite spot.
What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off.
” A slight, almost shy smile plays around his lips as he realizes what he just said.
“Bossy today, aren’t you?”
Jannis shrugs innocently, his gaze still fixed on me. I’ve never worried about my body, girls always liked what I had to offer. Somehow, I imagined Jannis’s body to be more like my own. Slim, but averagely defined, not like something Michelangelo carved out of white marble. Not a piece of art.
My dick makes itself known again, shitty timing down there. The thin fabric doesn’t hold anything in place and shows no mercy. I quickly pull my T-shirt over my head and run towards the water. As I run past him, I grab Jannis’s hand pulling him with me and we fall into the lake with a big splash.
“Whoa, fuck, that’s cold! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The cold is exactly what I need right now. I shouldn’t look at him. One glance is enough. His wet curls are falling wildly onto his shoulders, and he licks a water droplet from his upper lip. I don’t know what switch has been flipped in my head, but Jannis has never been as sexy as he is today.
He’s never been so naked either. This realization hits me even harder when we get out of the water after a long swim.
Thousands of tiny water droplets reflect the sun and Jannis’s body is glowing.
Hypnotized, I watch as he dries himself off and then applies sunscreen.
He bends and contorts himself, but he has no chance of reaching every angle.
“Do you need help? Shall I do your back ...?” With a surprised look on his face Jannis turns his head in my direction. Did I say that out loud? Seriously? What’s wrong with me?
Sometimes I really wonder if this thing in my head has some kind of temporary malfunction. Too often, I’m not involved in the decision-making process of whether a thought should be verbalized or not.
“Okay, sure. Um, here.”
My fingertips tingle as I generously spray sunscreen on his back.
“Ah. That’s cold.” His spine bends into a perfect semicircle, pulling the skin on his lower back taut.
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” I’m very close behind him, so close I can just see over his shoulder, and I can’t explain it any other way, it must be that malfunction again, because I lean in. My lips touch his shoulder very gently. Nothing more, just that.
A shiver runs through Jannis’s body, a small whimper escapes his lips, but he doesn’t pull away. My hands touch his back, velvety soft skin beneath my rough fingertips, and goose bumps make their way along Jannis’s spine and flanks.
Damn, he feels so good. My heart is beating so fast, I’m seriously worried it might jump out of my chest. I spread the cream and massage it in longer than necessary.
Not just on Jannis’s back, but also on his shoulders and arms. He doesn’t say anything, not a word.
His breathing is irregular, shaky, and faltering.
I’d love to see his face, is he enjoying it, or is he just enduring it?
When the last bit of cream is spread, I take a step back.
I don’t know what I expected, but definitely something. Jannis doesn’t move. I take two steps around to see him.
“Oh, shit, did I do something wrong? Why didn’t you say anything?”
He stands in front of me with a trembling lower lip, narrowed eyes, and my heart breaks for him. “What can I do for you? Can I hold you?”
He’s struggling with himself, his face contorted and tears in his eyes. After what feels like an eternity, he nods and I don’t hesitate. I grab his hips and shoulders and pull his naked chest against mine. Jannis’s head falls on my shoulder, his arms hanging limply at his sides.
“Come on, let’s sit down.” Determined, I move us toward our towels pulling Jannis with me as I sink to the ground.
Our legs end up tangled together and then Jannis is sitting in my lap.
At least half of him is. His ass is on the ground, but his legs are wrapped around my hips.
Through all that chaos, his head remains firmly on my shoulder.
It’s his decision and I’m certainly not going to questioning it.
We sit like this for a long time, so long that I flinch in surprise when Jannis moves.
Hesitantly, he raises his hand and places it on my chest. His fingertips play with my short hair, sliding tremulously across my upper body without any direction or purpose.
I don’t know what we’re doing here. Jannis seeks my closeness, and yet I have the feeling it’s tearing him apart when he allows it.