Fine Lines: Burn Outs #2

by Dani Hermit

  Boris sat up, looking at the pool. It had been a long time since he’d been able to enjoy a swim. Not that he was entirely sure now was a great time to be enjoying anything. But, based on the sounds coming from the master bedroom, they weren't going anywhere for a while. He had some time to kill.

  Boris stretched and stood up. Not having any swim trunks, he just divested himself of the shorts he was wearing and slid into the water naked. It was a bit cooler than expected, but a few strokes into his first lap and he barely noticed.

  Well, there went Thomas’s initial plan of throwing him in the water in a sneak attack. “Damn, he is gorgeous.” Thomas whispered to himself, as he circled his palm against his cock and sighed.

  He’s not the only one who can entice someone. I look pretty damn good in a pair of jeans and nothing else, Thomas decided. He walked towards the other side of the huge pool, pretending not to notice Boris. He started to fidget with the umbrella, bending just right for a good view of his backside from the pool.

  Lost in the pleasure of moving his body in a way that he normally didn’t get to, Boris almost didn’t notice Thomas trying to show off his ass. He back stroked away from the side of the pool, admiring the view before going to back swimming laps like he hadn’t noticed him there and prayed Thomas hadn’t seen him pausing to look.

  Thomas was waiting for something, some kind of acknowledgement of his sexiness, but Boris seemed too lost to the feel of the water or maybe just the freedom of not being bad ass Boris for five minutes. He moved to leave and let Boris have his space but being a large guy who was not always aware of how he affected the environment, Thomas managed to knock over the umbrella which crashed into a table in his attempt to be quiet.

  Boris stopped swimming, and treading water, he turned to see what the hell Thomas was breaking. “What did that umbrella ever do to you?” Boris called out, seeing Thomas trying to right it with little luck.

  “Got in the way of my view of your naked ass.” Thomas tried to joke back though his face was beet red. “A totally punishable offense.” He gave up, leaving the umbrella to lay across several lounge chairs and walked to edge of the pool. “I mean you were doing all this for my benefit, weren’t you?” He stayed just out of reach.

  Boris splashed him. “Not everything is about fucking you. You know that, right?”

  “Well, of course it isn’t,” Thomas laughed. “I’m also very interested when it’s about fucking you. Which I kind of thought you waggling your ass in the water like that was about.”

  Splashing him again, Boris tried to hide his flirty smile. “It might be. If you can catch me.” He turned and swam away, giving Thomas a good view of said ass.

  “Silly pussycat, I’m always up for a challenge.” Thomas jumped in, not expecting the water to be quite as cold as it was. “Fuck.” He bounced up quickly, his green hair falling in his face. “You can’t get far.”

  Boris was moving at a pretty good pace and was nearly halfway across the pool when he heard Thomas jump in. “I don’t know. I think you’re out of your league, old man,” he stopped long enough to call back.

  “That’s just gonna make it worse for you when I do catch you, kitten.” Thomas was swimming fast towards Boris, watching his movements to see which way he would indicate he was going. “Enjoy the last few seconds you have before I’m on you. And over you. And in you. You get the idea.”

  Turning and throwing water in Thomas’s direction, Boris let out a short laugh. “OK, if you think you can.” He put a few more feet between them, any thoughts of not enjoying himself for a little while forgotten entirely.

  Thomas took both arms and sent a huge splash of a wave at Boris momentarily camouflaging himself while soaking Boris. He was suddenly right in front of him. “Had no idea you were so easy.” He ran his hand against Boris’s cheek and leaned in to kiss him while his other hand squeezed the back of his neck. “So? Is this considered caught?”

  Boris let the kiss and touch linger before he twisted away and dove under the water. He popped up a few feet away, shaking the water out of his hair. “Only if you can keep hold of me.”

  “Yeah? Where is that in the rules?” Thomas complained as he looked at his empty hands. “How about this. First one to the diving board gets to do whatever they want to the other.” Thomas took a deep breath and slid beneath the water. He was going to win this race because Boris didn’t know about his special training. Water was a very useful tool to hone his Amplify powers. He could connect to a subtle movement in the water and use it to propel him faster than human legs should be able to.

  “Hey,” Boris looked around for Thomas. “Fucker, I didn’t agree to anything.” He protested, even as he started swimming for the diving board.

  Thomas resurfaced, one strong hand grabbing the lower of the two boards. “You want to go two out of three? Seven out of ten? Hell, did you even try?” He mocked.

  “Pretty sure you cheated,” Boris said, stopping just out of arm’s reach. “And I wouldn’t want to wear you out before I make use of you.”

  “So, that means you concede, right?” Thomas had no intention of playing fair tonight. As he spoke he called up a small swirl in the water that became a push on Boris that knocked him close enough to grab his hair. A really good handful. Most of it. He pulled the slightly smaller man to him. “Take a deep breath,” he suggested with a smirk.

  Boris struggled to get his hair free, but Thomas had a good grip and short of changing forms, he was caught for the moment. He drew a deep breath intending to tell Thomas all about himself, but feared it would be better put to use keeping him from drowning.

  “Good kitty,” Thomas laughed evilly. “Time for your bath.” His eyes twinkled as he very maturely dunked Boris under the water with just the one hand while he straight up cheated using his power to not have to tread water. He used his free hand to undo his zipper. He pulled Boris up far before he was in any danger.

  “This time I want you to rub my cock. Okay, 1, 2, 3, breathe.” Boris was dunked again while Thomas plotted more fun things they could do in the pool. Well, fun for him. He might want to leave Boris a worked-over, drooling mess and make for the next state after his fun.

  Boris scrambled for a hold, getting both hands on Thomas’s thighs. He wasn’t going to indulge in any sort of activity that involved the other man’s cock. Not yet anyway. He steadied his grip and yanked hard, hoping to unbalance Thomas enough to get free.

  Thomas fell forward a little but again he manipulated the water so he didn’t fall. He pulled Boris up. “Are you having trouble finding it?” He dunked the younger man before his undoubtedly witty response occurred and pushed his face against his hard on. He didn’t know how far he could push Boris, but he had a wicked idea.

  Going limp, Boris let Thomas push him down. He turned his head slightly and bit down on the erection still mostly contained in Thomas's jeans. He got a mouthful of water for his efforts, but it was worth it for Thomas’s face when he pulled him up.

  “So that’s how it’s gonna be.” Thomas growled. “Alright, you work out, right? You must have very strong legs.” He drew the energy around him in to give himself super strength, grabbed Boris with both hands, and held him up so his feet were able to lay over the diving board while his back was against Thomas’s chest. “Now, hold on or you’ll fall.” He bent his head down and kissed and licked Boris’s shoulders while one arm held the man in a bear hug.

  Boris was too busy trying to figure out which end was up to make any snarky comments. He found himself holding muscles tensed that he hadn’t used in a while. Sure, he’d hung upside down from some fire escapes in his younger years, but he hadn’t done anything like that in probably a decade. Falling into the water wouldn’t hurt anything but his pride, but that was suffering enough as it was.

  Finding Boris pliable, Thomas remembered a conversation he’d had with Matt many years ago. About how he probably never got past date two because he didn’t give the guys he dated what they really wanted from a st
rong, aggressive guy like him. Even the ones who were intimidating to other people. Thomas wondered if this could last. Was he doing it right? Could Boris be his Colton?

  His free hand slipped down to flick at one Boris’s nipples. “Fist or cock?”

  Boris grabbed Thomas’s wrist with one hand, and his cock with the other. He rubbed both, seeming to compare his options. “I don’t care what my other form says, there’s no way you’re putting your whole meaty fist in me. I’ll take my chances with your monster cock.”

  “Cock, it is then,” Thomas found he may have missed an important detail as it was going to be a bitch to get tight, wet jeans off to get a really good fuck in. “But you don’t get anything if you don’t perform for me. I’m going to let go. When I do, take a deep breath but don’t you dare let go of the board.” It was the only warning Boris got as Thomas released his upper half to slip into the water so he could pull himself out of the pool.

  Coming up sputtering, Boris got one hand then the other onto the edge of the diving board and with some effort, started to pull himself up to lay on the diving board. He was in the process of coughing up pool water when he saw Thomas getting out of the water.

  “Couldn’t last, huh?” Thomas mocked as he stood over Boris. “You really do look like a cat who fell in a lake. All hissy and spitty. But did you not hear the part where I said you wouldn’t get my cock if you let go. Hell, I was gonna blow you and then fuck you while you hung there. Now you’ve gone and ruined my fun.”

  “I’m not drinking half the pool so you can get your rocks off.” Boris snarled just before he twisted, kicking his leg out to take Thomas out at the ankles, hoping to knock him back in the pool.

  “You little fucker!!” Thomas managed to get out before he had to slam his mouth shut or risk swallowing pool water as he fell backward.

  Boris laughed and jumped in after him. He grabbed Thomas’s face while they were both still underwater and kissed him until they broke the surface.

  “It would have been fucking awesome.” Thomas sighed as he started nibbling on Boris’s ear.

  “I’m sure,” Boris replied, pulling Thomas towards the edge of the pool. “Maybe next time you can show off your acrobatic sex techniques.” He wrapped his arms around Thomas's neck and kissed him again. “Right now, I’m looking for stamina not style.”

  “I am capable of both you know.” Thomas informed him but he wasn’t all that upset anymore. It had been a crazy impulse and he might have been trying to be like how he imagined Matt was, which probably wasn’t even close to reality. “How about the ladder? Then I can watch you give in while I fuck you. Even you can hang on to a ladder that long despite your utter failure to follow directions.” His hands were more gentle now as he ran them along Boris’s wet body.

  “Let’s just get one thing clear.” Boris let himself be guided to the ladder. “The more you try to order me around, the worse it’s going to get for you.” Boris arched into Thomas’s touch, enjoying how he was stroking over all of his body.

  “I’ll take your threats under advisement.” Thomas shrugged as he placed Boris’s hands where he wanted him to hold on to the ladder before he went to extracting his hard on.

  “No threats,” Boris assured him. “Just something for you to keep in mind.” He shifted forward a little, rubbing his body against Thomas while keeping his hands firmly on the sides of the ladder.

  Thomas teased the inside of Boris’s ass with a light touch of his finger while he bit down on his nipple unnecessarily hard.

  Hissing, Boris jerked away from the bite, but had almost nowhere to go. He was tempted to let go of the ladder to push Thomas away, but instead he leaned forward enough to nip at the other man’s ear. He rolled his hips, encouraging the finger teasing his ass and whispered, “are you going to fuck me or what, loser?”

  Thomas wasn’t sure what he heard and wasn’t sure his aching need to get off cared what it was. So his response, though innocent, carried the weight of the past. “You never had it so good, asshole. You just don’t know it yet.”

  He knew he wasn’t with Matt but Thomas had answered the nickname that usually only came from Matt in a way that he knew would bother him later. He forced himself to focus on Boris. His intense eyes. His much darker hair and tanned skin. His altogether different smirk. He violently grabbed the younger man’s legs and put them over his shoulders, pushing forward and up so Boris was bent until his shoulders touched the water.

  Moaning as he was filled, Boris used the grip on the ladder to push back against Thomas. He couldn’t move very well in this position, and it was frustrating but also kinda hot to not have all the control. He might not mind this sometimes. It wasn’t what Boris usually liked. But if he was even remotely considering seeing if things worked out with Thomas, he might have to give over control on occasion. With Thomas, it wasn’t so bad. Actually, he was rather enjoying himself.

  Thomas had found the side of the pool where he was tall enough to stand with his feet on the bottom. Not being distracted by having to use his power to stay afloat, he found himself in a great position to give as little or as much as he pleased. Thomas reached up with one hand and held Boris’s ankle as he shifted his hips to come in at a slightly different angle. He could see Boris’s fine abs expanding and contracting as he moved his body with the force of his cock.

  Desperately twisting his body to get the most out of Thomas’s cock, Boris started muttering incoherently. Some of what Thomas could understand was words of encouragement, some of it was insults. Much of it was in what he thought was Russian and he could only assume it was more of the same.

  Thomas took both in stride. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m older than you but this old guy is rocking your world!” He started frenzied long strokes where he stuffed all of his large cock deep in Boris and then pulled out all the way over and over. “And don’t think I would miss my bingo game for this, bitch.” He said with a laugh.

  Boris snarled, but he was cumming despite himself. He felt most of his muscles going limp, leaving him at Thomas’s mercy. That didn’t slow his mouth down for more than a second. “Whatever, asshole. Just don’t break a hip, because don’t think I won’t tell every tabloid in the world how you did it.”

  “No such thing as bad publicity, kitten.” Every word was a pronounced sweaty thrust as Thomas got ready to come. He pulled out and it splashed all over Boris, not in him as Thomas groaned in pleasure.

  A quick rinse in the cabana shower that involved some more making out and lazy touching and the two men were ready to stretch out in the sun and dry off. Both of them were naked and sprawled out on a couple of lounge chairs they pushed together. Boris lay on his stomach, while Thomas trailed his fingers up and down his spine. Boris thought he could get used to this. But there were other things looming over them. If he didn’t fuck this up, they could have lots more afternoons like this. For now, however, they had to talk.

  “Thomas,” Boris turned his head to look at the green-haired man. “I was thinking.”

  Thomas’s fingers paused in what they were doing. His heart caught in his throat. Could this be it? Was Boris going to broach the subject of their relationship? And why was he acting like a 14 year old with a crush? Thomas got his mind to slow down enough to say a noncommittal, “me too.”

  Rather than make a smart ass comment, Boris nodded. “Good. So, the thing is, we’re going to need an inside man.”

  Glad he hadn’t said the “Is it about us?” that was on the tip of his tongue, Thomas swallowed down his disappointment. “Well, we certainly don’t know enough about this little fucker other than he likes to mess with people’s hearts. Or rather, their desires. Matt’s sudden son joining up doesn’t make things easier. Do you think Colton could do it? He’s got the easy in. Convincing Matt’s gonna be the hard part.”

  “There’s no way we can send in Colton undercover and not lose him. Even if Matt goes with him, that hothead would never be able to handle what might happen.” Boris shifted, bringing hi
s hand up to lazily thread his fingers with Thomas’s hand that was stretched across the top of the chairs. “I was thinking that I was the best choice to do it.”

  Holding back his initial reaction because he knew it would piss Boris off, Thomas went for as close to curious without concern as he could get. “Wouldn’t you be in just as much danger? If he’s preying on someone’s sexuality, he could really manipulate you in your other form.”

  “I dealt with that for years.” Boris replied. “Whatever happens when I’m in my Cat Fight form doesn’t affect how I think in this one. But no one there needs to know that. I won’t be swayed by whatever freaky sex cult he has going.”

  “That does make a strong argument for it being you.” Thomas got up, pushing his lounge aside. He straddled Boris so he could massage his shoulders. “But we should consider all the options. He can’t hurt me at all if I’m not near any of you. And hell you’ve had a taste of what my cock can do.” He squeezed Boris’s ass. “Maybe I can teach him a thing or two about desire.” He wasn’t serious about the last part but he just couldn’t stop awkwardly flirting.

  “After what happened before, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Boris couldn’t stop from purring as Thomas’s hands worked over his muscles. “And besides, you show up after that video and it’s going to look like exactly what it is. I was busy doing other stuff, so I wasn’t anywhere in it and you guys didn’t mention me at all. I’d be harder to pick out as a spy.”

  “I guess.” Using his elbow to work out a knot in Boris’s back, the older man leaned down to whisper in Boris’s ear. “Should we get to work on giving you something to come back for?”

  “Well,” Boris wiggled around until he was on his back. He reached up and pulled Thomas down on top of him. “I haven’t got anything else going on this afternoon.”

  CHAPTER THREE