Summer Love (Anthony Trujillo & Emilio Martinez)

I sorta been in love with you...

The boardwalk creaks, the noise becoming closer as whoever it is approaches
"Martinez!, what are you guys doing here? The party's back on the beach."

Emilio's shoulders hunch at the husky voice, heart racing as the entire summer flashes before his eyes: fond eyes, warm plush lips, curious fingers memorizing every inch of his skin.

"I," Ivan starts, wiping his hands on his shorts as he stands, "was just leaving, actually."
He pats Anthony's back as he passes and gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Anthony stands until Emilio turns around to look at him. Anthony's looking out into the ocean, giving Emilio time to admire the other boy. He has a strong build, wide shoulders and muscular arms that taper so beautifully to slim hips. The light from the pier illuminates the back of Anthony's head giving him a halo, which, is quite fitting.

"Do you mind if I sit?" he asks, his head nodding towards the space beside Emilio on the dock.

Twiddling with his rings, Emilio mumbles a quiet, "Course not, tony," his heart fluttering as Anthony's thick, toned thighs brush up against Emilio's thinner ones, his hand reaching out to easily intertwining their fingers.

Emilio's mind is flooded with memories of how Anthony had fumbled gentle lips over his skin, neither of them knowing what they were doing, not caring in the slightest; the warm press of fingertips exploring naked skin too overwhelming.

"Can you believe summer's over?"

Emilio can feel his body beginning to betray him, his breath catching in his chest as Anthony stares into his eyes, never breaking eye contact.

"I'm going to miss y-"
Emilio interrupts him, clearing his throat as he looks back out into the ocean, "Do you remember what I said when the summer started?"

The smile that tugs at Anthony's lips is breathtaking as he jokes, "That Ivan is an ass?"
Emilio snorts at how much of Ivan's personality has rubbed off on Anthony in only a few short months. "No. Well, yes but- "

Emilio's words catch in his throat as Anthony smothers a giggle into the skin of his shoulder, his warm breath sending goosebumps up his entire body.

"That you don't do summer romances?" Anthony's plush lips move against his skin as he talks, and it's taking everything Emilio has to not suck that bottom lip between his teeth and never let go.

"Yeah, that," Emilio takes a moment to let his eyes travel across Anthony's sun kissed skin, memorizing every curve, so in love with how his muscles ripple with every move.

"I've sort of been in love with you since you first sat next to me on this dock," Emilio whispers.

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