Jesse sits across from me, his thick, impressive arms looking as good as ever in the tank he wears.

I pull off my sunglasses as he requested, and he grins like he’s so goddamn proud of himself for how I’ve submitted to his request.

“Much better,” he says before grabbing the hem of his tank with both hands and pulling it off.

When he’s finished, he must catch my expression because he asks, “What? I assumed we were getting in the water? Not going to let a perfectly good beach go to waste.”

He’s not wrong, and I wouldn’t have an issue with it on any other day, but I don’t feel like us stripping down together is the best idea in the world. Still, it’s going to be awkward as fuck if I just sit here fully clothed, so I remove my tank.

He grabs my backpack and fishes through it. “I figure you must have some sunscreen in here… Here it is.” As he pulls it out, the way he looks at me, I know what he’s up to. “Well, I mean, you need some on your back. You don’t want to get burned, do you?”

“Thanks,” I force out before I push to my feet and turn away from him. He rises and comes up behind me.

I hear the squish of the bottle before I feel his warm hands on my back. He runs his hands in circles, moving extra slowly, and I feel bad for not having any desire to stop him. He slows down as he glides his hands down my sides, and he must know that he doesn’t need to get there, but that touch…damn.

I relax, don’t fight it, like I don’t want to fight him. Like I want to surrender to this power that pulses through me.

His touch is so warm. His fingers feel so good, the way they move across my muscles. As he reaches the small of my back, I can tell he’s taking a little longer, like he doesn’t want to be done. I turn around and snatch the bottle from him.

“Okay, I think you got it covered.”

“Not quite,” he says, a twinkle in his eyes. He glances down, and he can see my cock has lengthened because of what he’s been up to. But I don’t feel bad about that.

“Smartass. Turn the fuck around.”

He smiles before spinning around. I’m quicker tending to his back than he was on mine, but I’m greedily appreciating these muscles as much as he was appreciating mine. They’re so fucking firm. I want to ask him about his workout regimen, but obviously he doesn’t need me encouraging him. At the same time, he deserves to be encouraged, complimented, praised.

Even when he was telling me about how he grew up in foster homes, it was clear he deserved credit for having worked hard in life and not just sitting back and letting that shit define him. As someone who had to deal with my own shitty upbringing, I know it’s not always easy to brush off those sorts of experiences and keep on moving, but sometimes it’s the only way to make a life worth living.

“I don’t know why you’re in such a hurry,” Jesse teases as I quickly finish applying to his back. He turns to me. “Wanna get the front now?” he asks, his own thick girth on full display in his board shorts.

I want to just shove that cock into my mouth is what I want to do.

I force my gaze up his body, taking too long a moment to appreciate his slight happy trail beneath his navel, then enjoying the ripped lines of his abdomen and his bulging chest.

I hand him the bottle. “I think you can handle that,” I tell him.

He snatches it, applies some lotion to his palm, and then takes his time massaging it against his muscles, like he wants me to watch the show.

I turn to my backpack and stoop down. I put my sunglasses up, and when he’s finished using the sunscreen, I take it from him and apply some while he races out to the water.

He body-surfs in and then heads back into the waves as I jog out with him.

I wade through for a minute before submerging, enjoying the cool water tingling and tickling against my face.

The water is calm today, much calmer than it is on some days when the waves come crashing into the shore.

I swim out a little and then turn back, searching for Jesse. I don’t see him. I glance around nervously… Where the fuck is he?

I feel something on my leg and then the water before me starts to churn.

Jesse emerges in front of me, his hair flat on his head as he blinks rapidly while wiping at his eyes with his hands. “Found you,” he says with a sneaky grin.

“You had me worried there for a second,” I tell him.

“Sorry. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you haven’t really had a problem doing that since I met you.”

His mouth disappears underwater for a moment, and as it comes back up, he spits. His lips glisten in the sunlight, and I find myself struggling to look away from them as much as I’m struggling to keep from imagining my lips back against his.

I can tell by the way he looks at me that he wants it too. Of course, not that he’s been all that subtle about it.

I keep imagining him trying out his fingers on his hole.

I feel his hand grab my cock and then travel down to my balls. I should push him away. I should remind him of what we discussed last night about the very valid reasons we had for not acting on how we feel for each other.

Of course, in this moment, on our own out here, it’s like we can abandon the need to be responsible about shit. Like we could have a moment—just one—where I can make him feel good and show him how good a cock can feel in his ass.

His gaze is on my mouth. Mine shifts between those chestnut-colored eyes and his pink lips until I can’t hold myself back.

I move forward quickly, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him to me. His lips feel as good as I remembered them feeling a few nights earlier—a few nights that feel like they are so fucking far away—too fucking far away.

There’s that part of me that wars against what I’m doing and reminds me of what a shit idea it is. Another part of me can’t deny the lust between us. This passion that rivals any of the sexual impulses I’ve felt before, leaving me wondering if there’s really something different with him or if part of what I find so arousing is that it’s so fucking wrong.

Regardless, when I feel his tongue at my lips, I don’t deny him. Just open up and let it slide in, sweeping across my own tongue.

He grabs the back of my head like I’m grabbing his and pulls me closer, forcing our lips tight together as he selfishly takes my mouth.

And I surrender.

We struggle to keep afloat, the water occasionally rushing into our mouths so that we have to spit it out before returning to our kiss.

Nothing can stand in the way of this, though.

Not logic. Not the awkwardness of trying to swim while making this happen. It’s just our feral desire and our hands grabbing at each other’s bodies greedily.

He runs his hand through my hair like he enjoys its length as much as he enjoys the length of my dick.

The water around us rises and our faces submerge for a moment, so we pull away, gazing at each other, and I can see the curiosity in his expression. He looks like he’s wondering if I’m going to do anything to stop this moment.

But it’s too fucking late for that.

I hook an arm around him and pull him with me closer to the shore until I can feel my feet against the ocean floor. When I find my bearings, I glance around. It’s still just the two of us, like the whole fucking universe has conspired on our behalf so we could share this moment.

With my free hand, I untie the string of his board shorts fly, then pull the Velcro apart, lowering them down his legs, mid-thigh. I slide my hand down his ass, enjoying the curvature before sliding my fingers to his asshole.

He tries to kiss me again, but I lean back, denying him, but only because I want to watch his expression as I tease his hole.

As I massage, his mouth hangs open, water sliding down his chin and dripping into the ocean.

“This is what you wanted to know about, isn’t it?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he mutters, his lips curling upward, but I can tell now it’s not because he’s feeling smart, but because of how much he’s enjoying it.

As I wiggle my fingers inside him, he closes his eyes, and I can tell he’s enjoying the sensation, basking in it.

“I’ll show you why a prostate feels so good.”

I hate to admit it, but I want to be the one to make him feel that pleasure, to know I give Jesse whatever he desires.