20. Isaiah #3
“And I know that Runner’s Life article must have killed you, but that you’d never let Elliot know just how much, and he’d never, ever ask you to change yourself for his sake.
I know you look just as sexy in a fluffy pink fleece as you do in black lace, and that I’d give anything to go back in time and stop myself from ever being part of anything that hurt you.
” He kissed Isaiah’s jaw. “I’ve seen so many sides of you, and all it’s done is make me want you more.
I know the real you, and I want the real you, Isaiah Owens, desperately. ”
He captured Isaiah’s lips in a kiss, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth, and Isaiah caved against him.
“I want you too,” Isaiah whispered, surrendering to the bruising kiss.
He needed to touch him. Nothing about the fire that crackled between them was gentle or soft, but it was them.
Wet swimwear hit the ground with a slap.
Green kissed down his neck, biting at his pulse point and licking further down, tracing the tattoo on his ribs as he stroked his cock frantically.
He bit his nipple, and Isaiah nearly screamed in ecstasy.
It was aggressive, brutal, cathartic. He got a hand on Green’s cock, racing him with rapid strokes, a violent competition to see who could tip the other over the edge first.
They kissed again, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths in the heat of the sauna with the crashing waves outside reflecting the setting sun and casting a deep orange glow over the two of them.
The world narrowed. There was nothing but them.
Nothing but this moment, the feel of Green’s hand on him, of his cock, of his breaths as he gasped and stuttered and finally seized as he came all over Isaiah’s hand.
Three more rough strokes and Isaiah was following, collapsing into Green’s sweat-drenched shoulder and breathing him in, their mixed release coating their skin as they continued to rub their oversensitive bodies together.
Isaiah licked the salt off his shoulder, and then Green grabbed his chin, pulling him into another kiss that was all tongue and no finesse.
They separated. Messy, sweaty, and covered in each other’s release. Isaiah let a soft giggle escape. Then he caught Green’s eye, who smiled his crooked smile and tried unsuccessfully to bite back his own laugh.
Before he knew it, Isaiah was in Green’s lap again, back pressed against his chest. A comfortable silence fell between them, and they watched the sun finally set beyond the horizon, wrapped around each other.
He traced a hand lightly over Greens unblemished skin. “No tattoos?” he asked.
Green ducked is head. “I was saving myself for the Olympic rings.”
Isaiah turned to meet his eyes. “Fuck that. Run a trail race through the mountains and you’ll never think about the Olympics again.”
Green snorted. “No chance. Too much mud.”
Isaiah laughed. He revelled in the feeling of strong arms around him and the rise and fall of his chest pressed tight against his back allowing himself to bask in the moment.
His eyes fluttered shut; he could have stayed like that for hours.
“I don’t wanna move,” Green mumbled in his ear.
Isaiah grunted in agreement, but they needed to.
The others would be up soon, ready for the next event on the itinerary.
Suddenly, the packed schedule that had seemed like it would be the only way to survive a weekend in close proximity to Green felt like a curse he’d cast upon himself.
“We should head up, rinse off,” Isaiah gasped as Green kissed his neck. “Get ready for the night.”
“Of course,” Green muttered in his ear. “We’ve got an itinerary to stick to.”
They stood, silence falling between them for a moment.
“Shower here with me?” He asked. There was something hopeful in his voice that almost broke Isaiah.
What he felt was more than desire, more than this was allowed to be.
But he caved anyway and let Green lead him to the tropical rainfall shower so they could slowly wash each other as they kissed under the scented stream.
“Fuck,” Green whispered. “Look at you.”
Isaiah swallowed hard. “You like looking, don’t you?” He liked looking too, in fact, he felt transfixed by the way water clung to Chris’s eyelashes. “I should send you some more pictures,” he said coyly. “Something to enjoy while you ride out the rest of your ban.”
Green stilled for a moment, and Isaiah winced.
“Is this it, then? One night and then back to the way they were?” Green asked. “Me pining in my dark basement? You on the other side of a screen with thousands of others watching?”
“I don’t know,” Isaiah whispered.
Green looked at him, expression open and full of hope, while Isaiah’s heart ached with a mix of desire, regret, and confusion.
He wanted him, but this couldn’t happen, could it?
It was insanity. They’d just needed to get it out of their systems. Now he could go back to normal.
There was no point in pursuing anything more, so why was he fixating on how that long, thick cock had felt in his hand, daydreaming about how it would feel inside of him?
When Isaiah didn’t move, Green closed down. He stepped out of the shower and towelled himself off. A sort of faux-cheery tone that killed Isaiah entered his voice as he said, “We should go and make sure everyone’s up. Big evening tonight, I hear.”
Isaiah hummed. “Green…er, Chris. Maybe you could email me sometime.”
A smile split Chris’s handsome face, and Isaiah felt like he could breathe again.63