Max - Bey Deckard Page 0,12

you doing to me? “How… How can you be sure?”

“Trust me.”

“I don’t trust you.”

A wrinkle appeared in Max’s forehead—he looked perplexed.

“Of course you do.”

“I…”

“Come.” Max grabbed Crane’s hand and led him, all jittery and awkward-limbed, back towards the smaller of the two swimming pools.

Crane stood in a daze, watching Max pull his shirt over his head. “What are you doing?”

“Going for a swim. I’m warm, aren’t you?” Max undid the button of his black jeans and kicked off his Converse before sliding the pants down his thighs. He wore nothing underneath, and his skin was pale blue in the pool’s reflected light. Well-defined, his chest was nearly hairless, and he had a tattoo of a snake—half-white, half-black—biting its own tail on his left pectoral. An ouroboros. Max’s stomach was flat, and a faint line of black hair pointed to his trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair. Max’s uncircumcised penis hung heavy against his testicles, and Crane tried to swallow his discomfort. Max glanced down at himself. “What?”

“I…”

“You’re not much for words tonight. That’s for sure.” Max took a step towards Crane. “Do you want to touch my dick?”

“No!” barked Crane, startling himself. “No. I… wait… it’s not, uh… because…”

“Okay, okay, Doc. Geez. Way to reject a guy.” Smirking, Max shrugged. “It’s fine. You don’t have to touch me. But one day, you’re going to want to. Trust me.” He turned to the water. “Now come on. Come join me.”

“But the… what about Ouimet and…”

“Oh, they won’t be done for a while yet. We’re safe.” Max went down a few steps until the water covered him to the hips. He swished his hand in the water and then flicked some at Crane. “Please? Please join me?”

In for a penny, in for a pound. Crane’s hands moved of their own volition, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling down his pants. It was impossible to resist Max. He left his boxers on.

The water was deliciously cool against his skin, and he closed his eyes as he let himself simply float for a moment. When he opened them, Max was swimming lazy circles around him, his ass very white compared to his tanned face and arms. He had a large tattoo on his back. It looked like an angel holding a sword. Crane shook his head and swam towards the stairs, where he sat down. The water reached up to his shoulders. He felt strangely light and calm, as if he’d used up all of his fear and trepidation and was left with nothing but serene acceptance. Maybe this was what Max felt like all the time.

Max did a few somersaults in the deeper end, then did a frog crawl towards Crane, his brown curls in a flat wet slant across his forehead. The blue of the pool was reflected in his eyes, but his cheekbones created shadows around them, giving Crane the impression that Max’s eyes were glowing.

Shaking a drip of water from the tip of his nose, Max smiled at him. “You look relaxed.”

“Mm.” Crane wondered idly if it was shock he was feeling. He held out his hand, and Max took it, turning around so that he sat down on his lap. Crane put his arm around Max’s waist. He could feel Max’s pubic hair against his forearm. I’ve never had a naked man on my lap. Max’s back was cool against his chest for a second, but the water between them quickly warmed. He stared down at Max’s shoulder and considered putting his lips to it, but decided against it. Furrowing his brow, Crane shook his head again. There is only one wet barrier of cloth between my cock and his ass. Would he let me… He cleared his throat. “This was not what I was expecting.”

“What do you mean?”

“I assumed that… well… That you were going to show me something… violent.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“I… don’t think so.”

“It was a little violent, no?”

“Yes and no…”

“Were you expecting murrrrder?”

Crane didn’t like Max’s mocking tone and took advantage of his nakedness to grab his nipple and twist it. Max let out a surprised yelp. A light came on over the pool, and Crane froze, his heart rate soaring. Fuck fuck fuck fuck… He wanted to run, but Max hadn’t moved, and it was too late because the woman from the orgy was standing in front of them in a white bathrobe, her hair loose and wet. She was frowning.

Time slowed to a stop, all exits barred, nowhere to go. Warning! Warning! Warning! Crane thought