Page 22 of Sins of the Flesh
Cole gracefully jumps out of the truck after parking it next to my car, his muscles flexing as he removes his t-shirt, tucking it into the back of his pants, revealing a toned, sun-kissed chest.
His work in the sun has left him with a deep, golden tan that highlights the defined ridges of his stomach.Every inch of his body is sculpted and chiseled, a testament to his hard work.I find myself staring, unable to tear my eyes away.My cock unexpectedly jerking in my pants.
"You okay?"Cole asks, snapping me out of my trance.
"What?Oh yeah, just zoned out for a second," I mumble, feeling heat creeping up my neck that has nothing to do with the August sun.
Busying myself, I mechanically spray down both vehicles.Spotting Cole from the corner of my eye preparing the bucket, I get an idea about how to break this awkward tension between us.
Cole stands fidgeting awkwardly and diverting his gaze as I point the sprayer at the bucket to fill it.Without warning, I pivot the nozzle toward him, dousing his bare chest with the cold stream.
Cole gasps, droplets cascading down his torso, catching in the ridges of his abs."What the…" he sputters, eyes wide with shock.
"Oops," I say with exaggerated innocence."My hand slipped."
For a brief moment, I glimpse the old Cole, eyes flashing with mischief, lips curving into that familiar grin I've missed so desperately.He lunges for the bucket, hands poised to grab it."Don't you dare," I warn, backing away slowly, the hose still aimed at him.
"You started it,sir," he emphasizes that last word with a playful edge that makes my heart soar.Before I can react, he tosses the contents of the bucket on me, the sponges slapping my chest and falling to the ground with a heavy wet plop.A sudsy mound of soap slides down my face and I blow at it from the corner of my mouth.
Cole is bent over laughing in hysterics clutching his stomach as he spots the hose and picks it up aiming it at me.“Your turn.”The moment freezes between us, his finger hovering over the trigger of the spray nozzle, water beading on his chest, that smile, God, that smile lighting up his entire face.For a heartbeat, I forget everything and just exist in this perfect moment of joy.
“Oh you think so huh.”The spray hits me square in the chest, cold water shocking my system.I gasp, then lunge forward, with my sudsy body I wrap him in a side bear hug.Pinning his arms as I rub the soap I'm wearing all over his bare skin.My soapy head nuzzling into his neck as he laughs and squirms, dropping the hose in his fight for freedom.We stand there laughing hysterically and I feel the warmth of having my friend back spread through my chest.
As Cole remains in my embrace, our laughter slowly fades away into contented smiles and small chuckles.When he turns his head to face me, we both fall silent and simply gazing at each other.Time seems to stand still in that moment, his light eyes darken, the green nearly disappearing as his pupils dilate.
I'm suddenly aware of every point where our bodies touch, his back against my arm, my other arm across his torso.There's a heaviness in the air that wasn't there moments before, a tension that makes it hard to breathe.Cole's body tenses against mine.
"Caleb," he whispers, dropping the formal "sir" for the first time in months.My name on his lips sounds like a prayer.But I clear my throat dropping my arms and Cole’s stiff demeanor is back.
"I should probably change," he mumbles, backing away from me, avoiding eye contact and clutching the back of his neck.I nod in understanding.
"No problem, um, I’ll get the bucket ready again,"
Cole returns, his sculpted body now clad only in basketball shorts and slides.We work in silence, the playfulness of earlier evaporated like morning dew under the harsh Kansas sun.I steal glances at him as he methodically scrubs, mesmerized by the way his back ripples with each movement as he scrubs his truck.
My mouth feels dry, and there's a tightness in my shorts that I refuse to acknowledge.When did I become so aware of Cole's body?When did I start noticing the way sunlight catches in the droplets sliding down his spine?The heat must be getting to me.
Inside standing at my kitchen sink, I'm still trying to make sense of my reactions to Cole.Not just the rollercoaster of emotions, but also the physical sensations he stirs in me.I can brush off the rock-hard erection I got after the kiss, but how do I explain the throbbing erection I have now?
Is it because of him?But that's crazy - I've never been attracted to a man before and I have never gotten erections so consistently and readily before even as a teen.I can't deny that Cole is objectively attractive.It's all just confusing as hell.
Discreetly shifting my bulge to hide it I head back outside.The sun beats down relentlessly as I make my way back to where Cole is now spraying off both cars.My shorts still uncomfortably tight, I try to focus on anything else, the birds chirping in the nearby oak tree, the distant sound of Mrs.Winston's wind chimes, the way the soap bubbles catch rainbows in the sunlight.Anything but Cole's glistening skin.
Keeping myself busy I focus on cleaning up the bucket and disposing of the dirty water when I feel a cold blast of water on my back.Whipping around, I catch Cole lowering the hose with a mischievous grin."Sorry.My hand slipped," he says, mimicking my earlier excuse.
He starts to squeeze the trigger again and I dive behind my car for cover.“That won't save you for long.Come out, come out wherever you are,” Cole calls to me, laughing.
Crouching low while I sneak around his truck, him stalking me with the hose poised and ready to fire.I step up behind him, wrapping my arms around his chest and arms."Gotcha," I breathe against his ear, feeling him shudder in my grip.He pauses for only a second then bends forward and faces the sprayer towards his shoulder, drenching us both as he pulls the trigger.
We are both coughing from inhaling the water and laughing when I step on the hose, the resistance causing Cole to drop it to the ground.I dive scooping up the hose and point it up at him spraying mercilessly.He lunges and we grapple on the wet pavement battling for control of the hose, both soaked to the bone and laughing uncontrollably.
I gain ground and grip the sprayer preparing my shot.I point it at him when the weight of his body comes down on me as he straddles my waist and leans forward over my chest to grab the sprayer.My mind is momentarily a blank canvas of sensation, the weight of his body holding me to the earth as I float into the clouds.This feels so right but I'm struggling with why it feels right.
Without thinking, in one swift move I drop the sprayer and hook his leg flipping our positions so that I am straddling him, holding his wrists firmly pinned to the ground above his head.
We both freeze, hearts pounding in unison, our chests heaving from the exertion.His dimpled smile is frozen in place, water drips from my hair onto Cole's face, tracing the contours of his cheekbones before sliding down to the pavement.
The rise and fall of his chest seems to quicken beneath me and I become acutely aware of the weight of my body on his, the heat radiating between us despite the cool water soaking our clothes.
