Chapter four
FOUR
Greyson lifted his head in confusion.
“In the water?” Greyson asked.
“Aren’t you getting hot?” Max asked.
“Yeah,” Greyson agreed. He thought he would move into the shade when the sun became uncomfortable. Were they going back into the lake?
“It feels good when you’re hot,” Max said. He stood over Greyson, and Greyson was very aware that Max was only wearing a pair of black cotton briefs. Greyson glanced at the bulge in Max’s briefs. He swallowed.
“I’m not wearing…” Greyson protested. It was a poor argument. He was wearing boxers, and he could easily swim in them. Hell, he could swim naked. Not that he wanted to. He already felt small and exposed next to these men.
“You can go naked, we won’t tell on you,” Ellis teased. He turned and jumped off the side of the dock and landed with a big splash. Max followed with a jump of his own. They surfaced together and shook water out of their hair.
Greyson watched the men swim out into the lake. They seemed like nice guys. The water was tempting. And he was here because he was fed up with his daily routine. And the men were really like to look at, and they were swimming away. Fuck it.
Greyson stood up, shucked off his shorts, and left them in a pile with his shoes and shirt. He felt exposed in his loose-fitting, plaid boxers. He dove off the dock in a rush to be underwater.
“Hey! Greyson’s in!” Max cheered from several meters away. The water was cold, but Greyson’s skin was hot, and it felt soothing to be in the water.
Greyson swam out to where the men were treading water. Ellis floated on his back, spread out like a starfish. Max kicked water at him.
“Go bother Greyson,” Ellis grumped at Max. Max turned to Greyson with a predatory look. Greyson instinctively turned back towards the dock and swam for it.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Max said. He took off after Greyson with a freestyle stroke.
He was much faster than Greyson and caught up to him within seconds.
Greyson felt a grip around his ankle, and then he was hauled backwards in the water.
Max grabbed him around the waist and threw him in Ellis’s direction.
“Look what I caught!” Max called.
“Big fish,” Ellis remarked, still on his back in the water.
Greyson thrashed in the water, trying to get his bearings after being tossed.
He turned back in the direction of the dock, but Max was between him and his exit.
Max raised his eyebrows in a challenge. Greyson’s stomach fluttered. He wanted to get caught again.
Greyson dove towards the dock, and Max caught him easily. Greyson twisted and turned in his arms, but Max kept him in a hold. Greyson was thankful the water was so cold because he could feel his dick stirring in his thin boxers.
They kept the game up until Greyson’s body began to tire.
It was impossibly arousing, twisting, and fighting in Max’s strong arms. He liked the moment when he’d lost, when Max would get a hand on him and drag him into his chest or grapple him, and Greyson would squirm and push against his body.
Greyson suspected Max was enjoying it as much as he was.
He hoped Ellis wasn’t jealous. Maybe they weren’t together.
As much as Greyson wanted to keep touching Max, his endurance was failing. He started gasping for air, and his lunges towards shore slowed.
“I need to get out,” Greyson gasped, easing himself around Max. Max let him go and waited for Ellis to catch up. Greyson climbed onto the dock and crawled a few feet across the deck before rolling onto his back.
“Damn, you good?” Max asked, pulling himself out of the water.
“Worn out,” Greyson said. Ellis hauled himself out of the water after Max. Greyson was tired, but not so tired that he didn’t watch the two men climb onto the deck. The water ran over their nearly naked bodies, and the sun made them glisten.
Max seemed to know what Greyson was thinking. He looked down at Greyson with a mischievous smile and raked his eyes down Greyson’s body. Greyson felt embarrassed but also flattered that Max was looking.
Ellis lay on one side of Greyson, stretched out to dry in the sun. He turned his head towards Greyson. Max sat on Greyson’s other side and leaned toward him.
“If you take those off, they’ll dry faster,” Max said, eyes dropping to Greyson’s wet boxers. Greyson coughed and looked around.
“What if someone comes by?” Greyson protested. Max shrugged.
“We’ve been here for a few hours, and you’re the first person we’ve seen,” Max said. Greyson’s traitorous dick was filling out at the idea. He wanted to, but he also wanted something else.
“I’m not doing it alone,” Greyson bargained. A look of delight spread across Max’s face.
“I’m in,” Max said. He reached down and hooked his thumbs into the band of his briefs. He lifted his hips and pulled them down his thighs, then off his feet. He balled up the cotton and squeezed the water out before shaking it out and dropping it in the sun to dry. He turned to Greyson.
Greyson reached for his own waistband and lifted his hips. He looked up at the sky while he pushed his boxers down his legs. He was too embarrassed to look Max in the face while he exposed himself. He was half-hard already. He wondered if Max was hard. He wanted to look.
Greyson kept his eyes on his boxers while he balled them up and squeezed the water out. He shook them out and tossed them onto an open spot on the deck to dry in the sun. He lay back and looked up at the sky. A few quiet seconds went by, and Greyson couldn’t avoid it any longer. He needed to look.