“What if you see something you don’t like?” Theo asked.
“Such as?” Col asked.
“My birthmark shaped like an octopus?”
“Oh hell, that’s disgusting. Pass me my T-shirt. I’m getting dressed. Though maybe I can ignore it if it’s not somewhere prominent.”Christ!Col hoped he didn’t have an octopus birthmark. Not that it would bother him but he didn’t want Theo to think he really would be repulsed.
“I can see inside your head. Stop fretting. I don’t have a birthmark shaped like an octopus. It’s more like a Titicaca frog.”
Col laughed. “What the hell’s that?”
“Look it up.”
“Show me.”
“It was a delaying tactic. I’m trying to pluck up courage to act as though taking my kit off in front of a guy is no issue at all. Maybe not wanting to wash yet another pair of trousers is enough of an incentive.”
Theo toed off his shoes, removed his socks, then turned his back on Col and slithered out of his jeans. The breath stuttered in Col’s lungs. Theo might not be muscular but he had a perfectly proportioned body. Long and lean with a tight arse encased in pale blue shorts. But even with his back to him, Theo looked scared. Then as Col watched, he saw the change in Theo’s posture, the way his shoulders straightened and his head went up before he turned.
“Ta da!” The tentative smile on Theo’s face touched something deep inside Col.
“You’re still looking at my face,” Theo said.
“Because you’re beautiful.” But Col let his gaze slide down.
Theo’s erect cock was clearly outlined under the material of his shorts, the tip making a damp spot near the waistband.
“Now you’renotstaring at my face.” Theo groaned.
As Col ran his thumb down the length of Theo’s dick, Theo kept clenching and unclenching his fists until Col caught hold of his wrists. He could feel Theo’s pulse racing under his fingers.
“We’ll go slow, okay?” Col whispered.
“You know I can’t go slow. Haven’t I proved that? Plus, we don’t have time for slow.”
“Unfasten my jeans.” Col let go of Theo’s wrists.
Theo’s fingers shook so much he couldn’t even open the button. Col had to do it.
“I’m useless,” Theo moaned.
“No, you’re not. Undo my zip.”
Theo widened his eyes. “Your cock is pulling that down all on its own! I’m so impressed. What other tricks can it do? Sit up and beg? Fetch the ball?”
“You’ll find out eventually. Want to give it a hand?”
Theo bit his lip and slowly drew down the zip. Col wanted to groan with relief when the pressure on his erection eased. He imagined an impression of a line of little teeth running down his length. Would Theo be brave enough to slide his hand inside, touch him, hold him, go to his knees and…
He wasn’t. But moments later, the only thing either of them wore was underwear. Theo looked as if he’d stepped to the edge of the diving board and decided a quick glance was all he needed before he climbed back down.
“Nowyou go slow?” Col smiled.
“I am one second away from combustion.” He took a deep breath. “Okay, two seconds. Maybe I’m a…PE.”
“What’s that?”
“Premature ejaculator.” Theo looked away from him when he spoke.