Chapter Five #2
“Come on,” Merle elbows his arm and starts walking alongside him, “I want to show you something.”
Jeremy follows him into the night. They don’t speak much, neither of them eager to engage in small talk.
For his part, Jeremy enjoys the salty breeze under his nose and crescendoing tide beside him.
Approaching an outcrop of cobble and larger beachrocks, Merle climbs up and Jeremy only hesitates a moment before following.
Getting to the peak, Merle points out to the end of a jetty and says, “Let’s walk out there.”
“Why?” Jeremy asks, eyeing the dangerously narrow path.
“You’ll see,” Merle tells him, walking ahead without faltering.
The waves break against the rocks around them, mist flying up and making the rocks slippery. Jeremy’s so focused on watching where he puts his feet that he nearly knocks into Merle who’s stopped at the end of the jetty. He holds both Jeremy’s shoulders and grins in his face, “Woah, you alright?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy tries on his own smile.
“Good,” Merle pushes Jeremy forward so he’s toe to toe with the ocean, “Look.”
All Jeremy can see is water. He feels like he’s out in the middle of the sea, floating over the waves. His senses are drenched by the salty air and wall of water that reflects the low hanging full moon. Jeremy turns his head to say over his shoulder, “It’s beautiful.”
“Cool, right? Endless seas.”
“I actually had never seen the ocean before coming here,” Jeremy admits.
“Get out,” Merle leans into Jeremy’s back, mouth tickling his ear, “Are you trying to hustle free surf lessons outta me?”
Jeremy grins, shaking his head, “No, I haven’t even gone swimming yet.”
“Huh,” Merle’s hand is on Jeremy’s hip, turning him around to face him, “We’ve gotta change that.”
“What? Here?”
“No, there are too many sharks in the water here,” Merle replies matter of factly.
Looking around, Jeremy asks, “You mean we’re surrounded by sharks right now? At the end of a jetty?”
Merle shrugs, “Yeah, probably.”
“Let’s go,” Jeremy insists, walking past a laughing Merle.
They make it back to the beginning of the jetty safely, Jeremy playing it cool by not kissing the ground. He turns to head back to the Four Seasons’s beach but Merle grabs his hand and tugs him in the other direction, saying, “This way.”
“What’s over there?”
“Our own private beach,” Merle smirks.
Jeremy follows Merle trepidatiously, asking, “No sharks?”
“Can’t promise that, but I’m pretty sure we’ll be fine,” Merle teases, “You don’t happen to have any open wounds, do you?”
There’s no sandy beach on the other side but a rocky wave-cut platform with the tall face of a sea cliff behind it.
They stop at a shallow outcropping and Jeremy looks up to marvel at the striking sea cliff’s height when there’s movement in his peripheral.
Looking over, Merle is stripping down. His hoodie is lying on the rock face and his wide leg lounge pants are next.
“You just going to stand there and watch me or are we going swimming?” Merle asks as he pulls his underwear down.
Jeremy hesitates, scratching his neck and nervously saying, “I don’t know.”
“What?” Merle asks, stark naked.
Rolling his eyes, Jeremy confesses, “I’m kind of scared of it.”
“The ocean?”
Jeremy nods.
“Hm, that makes sense,” Merle looks out to the waters, “It’s huge and powerful.”
Jeremy sighs with relief, glad that Merle understands. Turning back to him, Merle walks up to Jeremy and starts undoing the pearl snaps on his shirt, continuing, “But I’ve conquered it. So you have nothing to worry about as long as you’re with me, yeah? I’ll protect you.”
Merle’s charm is very convincing, Jeremy allowing himself to be undressed as he quips, “Is that what you say to all your dates?”
Smiling, Merle undoes the belt buckle and looks at Jeremy’s mouth, “Nope.”
Jeremy thoughtfully licks his lips, enjoying the sight of Merle’s eyelids drooping with lust. He looks back into Jeremy’s eyes, voice dark, “Are you trying to tease me?”
Shrugging, Jeremy bites on his lip to stave off a coy smirk.
Pressing down on his groin as Merle undoes the zipper, the surfer maintains eye contact as he kneels down to pull off Jeremy’s jeans and boxer-briefs.
He helps Jeremy step out of his boots one foot at a time, feeling like a child.
He can feel Merle’s breath on his dick as the surfer stands back up.
His own conniving smirk is on his face as he reaches forward to grab Jeremy’s hand once more and lead him to the shoreline.
The beach is one big slab of rock, a slippery surface with no sand to dig his heels into. Jeremy’s rethinking going into the ocean already, the only thing anchoring him to the action is the tether his hand has with Merle. Anxious, he asks, “Is it cold?”
“Cold?” Merle chuckles, “It’s Hawaii, dude, it’ll be like bath water.”
Sure enough, Jeremy’s toes touch the breaking water and it’s quite warm.
The tide is low, the waves shallow and gently lapping at Jeremy’s skin as he walks further into the ocean.
His hand slips out of Merle’s as he gets waist deep, all on his own and totally mesmerized by the sensation of being in such a great big mass of water.
Hands pinch his bare hipbones, pulling him forward into Merle’s chest as the ocean engulfs them. Merle is glowing in the moonlight reflected by the movement of the water, saying, “Ready?”
“For?” Jeremy barely gets out before Merle is tugging at his waist and pulling them both under the water, dunking their heads. The briny water caresses his skin, warm and welcoming. Resurfacing, Jeremy inhales deeply and some of the salt goes up his nose and stings his eyes as he blinks them open.
“There,” Merle smiles wide, “You’ve officially been baptized by the ocean.”
Jeremy chuckles, wiping his face, “I feel closer to God already.”
Openly searching Jeremy’s face, Merle’s hands sneak past Jeremy’s hips to wrap around his waist. Merle pulls him closer, chest to chest, and his expression softens. His eyes search Jeremy’s face, saying, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot this past week.”
Resting his arms on Merle’s shoulders, Jeremy flirts back, “Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again too.”
“No, I mean, you’ve really been on my mind,” Merle looks at him too intensely.
Jeremy shrinks back an inch, saying, “Look, you’re really hot but I’m not looking for anything serious out of this.”
“Ha, didn’t I already tell you I’m not relationship material?” Merle raises a brow, “What I’m trying to say is I’ve been considering your kissing affliction.”
“What about it?” Jeremy asks, suspicious.
Merle brings him in closer, presses his pelvis into Jeremy’s, and boldly says, “I want to cure you.”
Enjoying the sensation of the their cocks being pressed together, Jeremy leans back into him and jokes, “What, you want to make out?”
“For starters,” Merle toothily grins.
“Okay,” Jeremy relents, “But I’m just letting you know, I haven’t done this in a long time.”
“When’s the last time you were with someone?” Merle delicately asks when he was last laid.
“About a month ago, right before I got here,” Jeremy explains, “I sort of have this regular guy back home.”
“But you two don’t kiss?”
“No,” Jeremy grins, teasing, “He respects my boundaries.”
Merle’s hands flatten on Jeremy’s spine, pulling him closer as he replies, “I respect your boundaries, I’m just pushing them a bit.”
“Well, what do you want me to do? Pucker up?” Jeremy asks.
Merle raises a brow in interest, “I’d pay to see that.”
Rolling his eyes, Jeremy decides to play along. He closes his eyes and dramatically puckers his lips. He expects Merle to laugh but instead his hands move from Jeremy’s back up to his face, cupping his jaw. His thumb brushes along Jeremy’s cheekbone and he opens his eyes, Merle much closer now.
Jeremy relaxes his face and opens his mouth to say something when Merle leans in and presses his lips against Jeremy’s.
He blinks and sees that Merle also hasn’t closed his eyes yet, studying Jeremy’s face closely as he slides his tongue into Jeremy’s mouth.
His eyelids grow heavy as Merle licks into his mouth, working his jaw and getting lost in the centrifugal motion.
It’s not as if the kiss feels bad, soft lips working in tandem and tongues circling around the other, but there’s just no satisfaction, no spark.
Merle, on the other hand, seems to be really enjoying himself.
His hands are busy, petting Jeremy’s mop of hair and skimming back down his back to the cusp of his ass.
Jeremy can feel Merle’s cock growing against his, wishing that the kiss would affect him the same way.
Merle is most likely able to tell that Jeremy’s not keeping up with his “cure,” one of his wandering hands makes its way between their bodies.
He grabs onto both of their dicks and strokes them simultaneously against the other, eliciting Jeremy to moan into the other’s mouth.
He begins to grow hard too, all the sparks in his pelvis, Merle pulling his tongue back to whisper against Jeremy’s lips, “There ya go.”
“Ah,” Jeremy huffs, hips twitching as Merle’s grip tightens, “Merle?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me,” Jeremy suggests.
Merle smiles against Jeremy’s lips, nodding.
His hand releases both of their dicks and finds Jeremy’s palm, leading them back toward the shore.
Thinking it felt weird to walk with a boner before, it’s nothing compared to wading through the ocean tide with one.
Calves still in the water, Merle turns around and sits on the slanted rock so that his body is partially submerged still.
The air is cold on Jeremy’s wet skin so he follows suit, lower half staying warm and heating the rest of his body.
As soon as he’s seated, Merle reaches over and starts pulling at Jeremy’s cock.
Turning his head, Merle recaptures Jeremy’s mouth and starts kissing him again.
The kiss is dull and honestly kind of a turn off.
Wanting to hear Merle talk again instead, Jeremy pulls away and asks, “We doing this here?”