Page 52 of Poolside

Chuck pushed open the door and stepped aside so Tommy could pass. The locker room was shadowed, but enough natural light slipped through the high windows that he could make out the low bench that stretched in front of the old metal lockers.

Chuck locked the door behind them.

“Chuck,” Tommy began, his voice quiet. “What’s going?—”

“Fuck!” Chuck couldn’t help the outburst, needing to let off some of the steam building inside him. He ran a hand through his damp hair, tugging on the roots.This was a bad idea. A terrible fucking idea. But this was Tommy and he’d been an idiot to think he stood a chance.

Tommy stood there in the middle of the room, hair askew, staring at him with concern in his brown eyes.

Chuck started to walk toward him. Tommy’s eyes widened, those beautiful, kind brown eyes that had always seen right through him, watching Chuck like maybe there was something he was missing. But Chuck refused to look away, not when he brought a hand up to press on Tommy’s bare chest, not when he pushed him firmly against the whitewashed brick wall.

Chuck let out a harsh breath and then surged forward, kissing Tommy like he’d always wanted to. His hands cradled Tommy’s smooth jaw, and his thumbs pressed against the wet skin of his cheeks as he pried Tommy’s mouth open with his tongue.

Tommy moaned into his mouth, and Chuck felt his hands curl around his bare back, pulling their bodies flush together.Oh fuck, there was Tommy’s cock rubbing hard against his, the stretchy fabric of their Speedos straining against their erections.

This is happening. This is really fucking happening.

Needing to taste the rest of Tommy’s exposed skin, Chuck moved his mouth to Tommy’s neck, trailing harsh, bruising kisses down the thick column of his throat. Tommy’s head arched back to give Chuck more access and he took it, nipping the warm skin with his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” he heard Tommy mutter above him.

Keeping their hips pressed tightly together, Chuck straightened to look down at Tommy, bracing his hands on the wall on either side of his tousled head. “Tell me what you were going to do when you found that chemistry you were looking for. What were you going to ask that stranger to do to you? What were you going to do to him?”

Tommy’s cheeks were stained red and his lips were already swollen from Chuck’s kisses. “Anything,” he whispered. “I want to try everything.”

Heat surged in him, a wanting like he hadn’t felt in years tightening his abs. Chuck dropped his head forward and bit back a groan. He looked at the place where his lean, pale stomach, with the faintest hint of red hair trailing down below his waistline, met tan, stocky abs. His own black Speedo rubbing up against Tommy’s vibrant red. His cock, more awake than it had been in years, pulsing and desperate.

Chuck rolled his hips more deliberately, smiling at Tommy’s gasp. “Were you going to ask him to take care of your cock?”

He looked up just in time to see Tommy nodding frantically. “Fuck, yeah.”

“How?” Chuck rolled his hips again, leaning in to lick an indulgent line up Tommy’s throat, tasting chlorine and a faint trace of spicy aftershave. “Had you thought that far ahead?”

“Anything,” Tommy said, and there was a reverence in his eyes as he watched Chuck, reverence and desire that threatened to make Chuck’s knees buckle.

It was too much to look Tommy in the eye when he was staring at him like that, so Chuck carefully lowered to his knees. The tile floor was as uncomfortable as he expected it to be, but it didn’t matter, not when he was face to face with Tommy’s thick erection that looked like it was about to escape from his swimsuit.

Because this was Tommy and Chuck knew that this was his first time, he looked up. “Tell me that you want this,” Chuck commanded softly. “I need to hear you say it.”

Tommy was already nodding before Chuck had finished speaking. “Please,” he added, voice dropping to a lower register. “I want this.”

He peeled the tight, wet fabric down Tommy’s solid thighs, his breath catching as Tommy’s cock bounced free. It was thick, not overly long, set in a thatch of chestnut brown curls that met the hair on his thighs. His sack hung heavy and full, and Chuck felt a throb of arousal at the thought of feeling their weight on his tongue.

“Have you been tested?”

Tommy blinked down at him. “What?”

“STIs. When were you last tested?”

“A week ago,” Tommy rasped out. “There hasn’t been anyone since then…not like there was anyone before, either. Hasn’t been anyone since…you know.” Tommy let out a shuddering exhale when Chuck’s fingertips trailed up his thigh. “And, you should know I started taking PrEP, just in case.”

Chuck hadn’t been expecting that. “Just in case?”

Tommy nodded. “Would now be a good time to tell you I’ve gotten in the habit of more…thoroughlycleaning myself in the shower?”

“Fuck, T,” Chuck managed to choke out around a groan. Chuck leaned forward, licking a slow circle around the head. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yesss,” Tommy hissed, and Chuck grinned when he felt the pull of fingers tangling in his wet hair.

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