The Master [MxMxM+]

69

Zel sat in the middle of the pool completely dry. It was the seat in the water he still marveled at.

He'd never seen an inbuilt seat in a pool, complete with a table in the middle of the seats, completely untouched by the water surrounding it.

He was halfway through the bag of chips as he relaxed, watching Pierre out of the pool, on a sun bed.

Zel loved the fact that Pierre was more confident and comfortable with himself as the days went by.

He even walked shirtless—something he'd never do before—and lay flat on Alexander's back as he did his push ups.

It always started out as non-sexual, until Pierre was quivering with his dick in Alexander's mouth.

He didn't hide himself anymore, and it made Zel surge with pride and happiness.

Zel sent him a flying kiss while he munched on his chips. Pierre blushed then winked back at him and covered his face with his hands, as if he was shy.

Zel giggled at the same time Alexander emerged from the water behind him and startled him.

He yelped. "You scared me!"

Alexander shook his wet hair at Zel and sprayed water on him.

"Stop! My chips!" Zel squealed and held them away from the water.

Alexander shook his hair again. Zel screamed. "You're getting me wet!"

"Kiss me," Alexander closed the distance between them and stopped one inch from his lips.

He looked so hot with his bare chest and the thin silver chain around his neck.

Zel hugged his bag of chips to his chest. "No, you splashed all that water on me." He made to go back.

"I'll do it again," said Alexander. He smiled as the threat seemed to work.

"No!" Zel looked horrified. Like the worst thing that could happen to him in a pool was to get wet. "Okay."

Zel pressed their lips together and expected it to be as quick as it came. But he moaned and didn't want to stop, it seemed.

"Aww, does my princess want more?" Alexander teased when he pulled away.

He nodded and abandoned his chips on the table and climbed onto Alexander, then latched their lips together again.

Jet sat on a sun bed too, watching the pool.

"Explain to me why you haven't yet touched the pool," Riley said, crouching next to him.

"I don't tell you how to live your life," said Jet.

Riley lips twitched upwards and he cocked his head. "You can't swim?"

"I can swim, I'm just allergic to water," said Jet as he kept his focus on Pierre getting into the water.

Riley laughed. "Well that's not good," he said. "Makes me wonder about the last time you showered."

Jet's breath hitched when he understood what Riley was trying to remind him of; the shower they'd had that morning.

"Fine," he gave up. "I can't swim. Never learned how."

"Oh really?" Riley's smile turned evil. He scooped Jet up in his arms.

"Riley put me down, don't do what I'm thinking," Jet warned.

Riley didn't seem to listen. He laughed and ran towards the pool. "Lesson number one!" He shouted as he jumped in with the other male gluing his hands around his neck.