Above Water ✔️

22 - melded mouths [m]

I didn't know what to expect.

Dallas showered first due to the dibs system. I could have used another shower in the house, but I didn't like to inconvenience other people. And I was used to the third floor shower. So I waited.

And once I rinsed the sand from under my balls, I stood in the bathroom mirror for way too long. It hadn't exactly registered what had happened out there. For one, I conquered a life-long fear and swam in the fucking ocean with the sharks and the waves and the jellyfish. I came to Florida with the intention of purposefully ignoring that fear. Dallas was the sole reason I even got my feet wet, let alone became one with the waves.

And two? Well, fuck.

I had somehow, in a turn of events, gotten my summer crush waiting in the bedroom for me after we made out on the beach. He confessed his feelings for me. Regardless of my attempts to keep our friendship sacred and push the obvious attraction between us aside, I fucked it up and let my dick call the shots.

Now I had to go in there and face the music. Was he going to pretend like it didn't happen? Was it about to go further?

I swallowed the boulder in my throat and pulled on my clean boxers. I brought a full set of clothes in here so he didn't think I had the intentions of bedding him tonight. While I wouldn't be opposed to the idea, I still had to share the room with him. I wasn't going to risk making things even more awkward than they were already doomed to be.

When I was dressed in a T-shirt and my very best grey sweatpants, I walked out of the bathroom and, in slow motion, I made my way to our room. Christ, I was nervous.

I stepped in and held my breath. He was sitting on his bed typing frantically on his phone. When I walked in, he looked up. God, those eyes. I hung my towel on the door and paused, unsure of what to do. I decided to just go over to my bed.

From across the room, only three feet or so away, we stared at each other. Dallas smirked a little, his eyes challenging me to make the first move.

"So . . ." I said tantalizingly.

"So . . ." he echoed.

He stood up, tossing his phone on his pillow carelessly. I watched, stiff as a board, as he took short strides over to my bed. He sat beside me, so close we were touching. Just like he usually did, except this time it was different. Our bodies created a super charged spark.

My palms were sweating but I was doing my best to seem like I wasn't nervous.

"Thomas."

I turned my head and in a split second, his lips were on mine. He grabbed my face with both hands and I shifted so I was facing him. I kissed back gingerly, the sound of our lips smacking filling the air.

Dallas let go of my face to let his hands slide down my arms and eventually to my waist. I hummed against his mouth when his tongue traced my top lip. He grabbed my leg and with more efficiency than I was expecting, he swung it over his lap so that I was straddling him completely. His hands settled on my thighs, his lips doing wonders on mine.

I ran my fingers through his hair while we kissed. I felt his hands inching backwards until they were completely on my clothed ass. As a reflex, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled gently. He must have liked that because he bucked his hips up, meeting mine in a pleasure fueled pressure.

"Sorry," he mumbled against my lips.

"Don't be," I managed to say back and ground down on his lap. He squeezed my ass and I moved my hands down to his chest, feeling every single mountain of muscle that laid under his hoodie, but it wasn't enough.