𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨

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Children's laughter and the splashing of water could be heard across the pool. The day was a hot and humid one, the perfect weather for a little swim. David could could certainly agree with that, and more. Working as a lifeguard gave him the privilege of checking—helping people out.

His favorite.

He chilled under the red umbrella of his lifeguard chair, sunglasses at the tip of his nose and a whistle hanging around his neck. He'd decided to wear his favorite red swimming trunks that day and a white dry-fit that showed off his curves. He was really feeling himself. He took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of chlorine, and placed his hands behind his head. Living the dream.

His peaceful thoughts were interrupted by a sharp shriek of a whistle. He jumped and turned to where the sound came from. He caught the guy behind him, hunched over, his body shaking with what he could assume was laughter.

"Very mature of you, Si," David rolled his eyes at Simon's childish acting, his face heating up. "Never gets old," Simon retorted, smiling while wiping a tear from his eyes. David turned back to the pool and from the corner of his eyes, checked out Simon's body. What he could dream was his giant member, was tucked away in his signature black swimming trunk. His tousled hair and his pearly grin were on display as well as the strikingly attractive chest hair of his. 'Daddy material,' his dirty thoughts crowded.

"What's new," Simon casually asked, leaning against his chair. David licked his lips, looking around at the hot-guy infested pool. "Besides the number of mouthwatering dudes in here, nothing much," he smirked, watching as Simon's face contorted into a frown. He'd always loved to get a kick out of him, knowing Simon liked him, by putting up a slutty attitude around other men.

"Fuck you, Walliams," he heard him mumble angrily. "Something wrong, my Simon?" David 'innocently' batted his lashes and placed his head on his hands.

Caught off guard, he almost stumbled off his seat as Simon firmly yanked on his whistle and brought him close to his face, their lips centimeters away. "I'll tell you what's wrong, David," Simon menacingly whispered, his breath fanning a flushed David, "You drive me fucking insane."

"Simon, I-" The rest of David's sentence was cut off by a pair of soft lips on his own. His mind blanked and his mellow brown eyes fluttered shut. Their lips danced with each other, their moves perfect and out of this world amorous. Simon nibbled on his lips, probed at every corner of David's sweet cavern.

Still keeping his hand on the whistle, Simon brought his other hand to David's neck, bringing him impossibly closer, David somehow still sitting. He ran his fingers through his soft locks meanwhile David cupped his face, caressing the stubble on his cheeks. He moaned softly when Simon lightly sucked on his tongue. They were so going to get fired.

After who knows how long, cause who actually keeps time when their hotly making out, they both parted. Simon was first to open his eyes and his heart burst at David's face: his hair was messy and his cheeks were brighter than his trousers. A silly smile played on his lips and his eyes slowly opened, his orbs almost forming hearts.

Simon reflected the smile and David giggled. 'How much I love that noise.' He poked at David's sides and a few chuckling yelps flew past his lips, flickering a fond look in Simon's eyes. "Oh, Si," David whispered and pecked his lips once more.

Suddenly, remembering where they were, David cautiously looked around the pool. Simon bit his lip to hold in a laugh while David melt from embarrassment.

Everyone was quiet and staring directly at them. Even the hot boys from earlier. Then like a hot knife on butter, a roar of applause and whistle abruptly broke out. People cheered and jumped up and down. David's mouth fell open and Simon let out the laugh he'd held in.

David turned to him, and shrugged, getting down from his chair. Simon immediately pulled him into a bear bug, tucking his head into David's neck, the crowd still deafening behind them.

"You're mine, David."

"All yours, love," he winked back.

And just like that he pushed them both into the pool.

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