Page 32 of Flowers To Give
Jeremy nods.
“Hm, that makes sense,” Merle looks out to the waters, “It’s huge and powerful.”
Jeremy sighs with relief, glad that Merle understands. Turning back to him, Merle walks up to Jeremy and starts undoing the pearl snaps on his shirt, continuing, “But I’ve conquered it. So you have nothing to worry about as long as you’re with me, yeah? I’ll protect you.”
Merle’s charm is very convincing, Jeremy allowing himself to be undressed as he quips, “Is that what you say to all your dates?”
Smiling, Merle undoes the belt buckle and looks at Jeremy’s mouth, “Nope.”
Jeremy thoughtfully licks his lips, enjoying the sight of Merle’s eyelids drooping with lust. He looks back into Jeremy’s eyes, voice dark, “Are you trying to tease me?”
Shrugging, Jeremy bites on his lip to stave off a coy smirk.
Pressing down on his groin as Merle undoes the zipper, the surfer maintains eye contact as he kneels down to pull off Jeremy’s jeans and boxer-briefs. He helps Jeremy step out of his boots one foot at a time, feeling like a child. He can feel Merle’s breath on his dick as the surfer stands back up. His own conniving smirk is on his face as he reaches forward to grab Jeremy’s hand once more and lead him to the shoreline.
The beach is one big slab of rock, a slippery surface with no sand to dig his heels into. Jeremy’s rethinking going into the ocean already, the only thing anchoring him to the action is the tether his hand has with Merle. Anxious, he asks, “Is it cold?”
“Cold?” Merle chuckles, “It’s Hawaii, dude, it’ll be like bath water.”
Sure enough, Jeremy’s toes touch the breaking water and it’s quite warm. The tide is low, the waves shallow and gently lapping at Jeremy’s skin as he walks further into the ocean. His hand slips out of Merle’s as he gets waist deep, all on his own andtotally mesmerized by the sensation of being in such a great big mass of water.
Hands pinch his bare hipbones, pulling him forward into Merle’s chest as the ocean engulfs them. Merle is glowing in the moonlight reflected by the movement of the water, saying, “Ready?”
“For?” Jeremy barely gets out before Merle is tugging at his waist and pulling them both under the water, dunking their heads. The briny water caresses his skin, warm and welcoming. Resurfacing, Jeremy inhales deeply and some of the salt goes up his nose and stings his eyes as he blinks them open.
“There,” Merle smiles wide, “You’ve officially been baptized by the ocean.”
Jeremy chuckles, wiping his face, “I feel closer to God already.”
Openly searching Jeremy’s face, Merle’s hands sneak past Jeremy’s hips to wrap around his waist. Merle pulls him closer, chest to chest, and his expression softens. His eyes search Jeremy’s face, saying, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot this past week.”
Resting his arms on Merle’s shoulders, Jeremy flirts back, “Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again too.”
“No, I mean, you’ve really been on my mind,” Merle looks at him too intensely.
Jeremy shrinks back an inch, saying, “Look, you’re really hot but I’m not looking for anything serious out of this.”
“Ha, didn’t I already tell you I’m not relationship material?” Merle raises a brow, “What I’m trying to say is I’ve been considering your kissing affliction.”
“What about it?” Jeremy asks, suspicious.
Merle brings him in closer, presses his pelvis into Jeremy’s, and boldly says, “I want to cure you.”
Enjoying the sensation of the their cocks being pressed together, Jeremy leans back into him and jokes, “What, you want to make out?”
“For starters,” Merle toothily grins.
“Okay,” Jeremy relents, “But I’m just letting you know, I haven’t done this in a long time.”
“When’s the last time you were with someone?” Merle delicately asks when he was last laid.
“About a month ago, right before I got here,” Jeremy explains, “I sort of have this regular guy back home.”
“But you two don’t kiss?”
“No,” Jeremy grins, teasing, “He respects my boundaries.”
Merle’s hands flatten on Jeremy’s spine, pulling him closer as he replies, “I respect your boundaries, I’m just pushing them a bit.”
