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.He’s looking up at me, a brown blur among two blond ones in the shimmering waves.“Coming in, you baby?”It’s all the coaxing I need to get naked and dive.Deep underwater I open my eyes, the salt sting totally worth this view of hanging legs, hair waving out from crotches and legs like seaweed.Colby’s legs, Piper’s, Clemente’s.I want to swim up beneath Clemente and break through the surface and kiss him.The joy with which he jumped off the boat makes me want to kiss him.This trip has stirred so many mixed emotions so far but this one is clear: I want to kiss him more than anything.“Elegant dive,” he says when I finally surface.His hair and mustache are so richly black that the water dripping down his face seems to take the color with it, and almost looks inky.Colby is saying, “OK, ready?” in the tone he and Ryan both use when they’re goofing around.And then after taking a breath he somersaults under.He’s a blur beneath the waves and a moment later his feet push through the surface and his legs begin scissoring rhythmically like a synchronized swimmer.Laughing and looking down at us from the main deck where he’s undressing, Marcus says, almost to himself, “Colby,” and shakes his head, smiling.With a mischievous look, Piper swims close and grabs Colby’s ankle and clutches it above the surface.“Piper, stop it,” I say.He’s reaching for the other one when suddenly he groans “Ooof!” and lets go.Colby bursts up gasping, pushing hair out of his eyes.“Pernfors, what the fuck!”“I was just playing,” Piper says, dodging an angry splash from Colby, “you didn’t have to punch me in the dick.”“I couldn’t breathe! I don’t have gills, asshole!”“It was only one second,” Piper says, laughing but putting some distance between himself and Colby and trying to make it look casual.“Come on.” If we were on dry land we all know Piper would be in a choke-hold right now.For an awkward minute we all tread water and the only sound is of the hum of the idling engine, the water lapping the sides of the Intrepid, and Colby blowing seawater snot out of his nostrils one at a time.Marcus disappears from the railing.I swim alone over to the boat’s starboard side, where a patch of cool shade clings like oil to the waves.I drag my hand against the smooth hull, wiping away globs of furry seaweed.When I’m halfway to the lower deck I feel something lash against my thighs, soft but strong.I look around but don’t see anything.“Something’s swimming around me,” I call out nervously.Saying it makes it real, makes my skin crawl.“Did you get bitten?” I hear Clemente ask.I’m turning to answer when I feel it again: a soft but powerful thump against my thigh.This time I notice bubbles foaming up against my chest—and I realize what it is, and laugh.It’s no sea monster, no shark, no bloated corpse, just water shooting from the idling boat, an extra-large version of the jet in my pool at home.A gigantic new boyfriend, Ryan would say.I put my hand on the hull and center my dick in front of the stream.“McHenry, did something bite you? Answer me!”“No.” I close my eyes, feel them roll back.“Clemente, come here a sec.”“What is it?” He swims toward me, looking at me funny.“Closer.”He comes, but cautiously, as though I’m going to spring a trap.I move back enough to share the stream.When it hits him he says “Whoa!” and splashes backward.“What is that?”“My new boyfriend.”“Your what?”I grab him and guide him back to the right place.“It can be yours too.”“Oh,” he says.And then, when he’s realized what the fuss is about, he says it again in a totally different way: “Oohh.”For a minute he floats with his eyes closed, bubbles foaming around his chin like a white beard.He has a little grin.I watch him.The stream is wide enough to pummel me too—we’re in it together.Is this becoming something?When I’m about to touch him, but before I’ve moved to do it, he laughs and shakes his head and swims out of the stream.Treading water, he says, “OK, I think that’s enough.”“What? Did you come?”“No,” he says, blushing a little, “no.”“Don’t you want to?”“Want to what?”“You know.”He just looks at me.Then he looks back over his shoulder; the other guys aren’t in sight.He claps his hand over his face.He’s grinning.“Will you go make sure no one comes around?”“I can do that,” I say, disappointed.“Because you’re right,” he adds, “I’m sick of jerking off in that tiny bathroom.”I laugh, but really I’m surprised by how hurt my feelings are.Our shoulders and outer thighs brush together as he swims past me.I watch him from behind as he looks for the stream, can tell by the way his shoulder muscles contract and then relax, that he’s found it.Reluctantly I turn and swim back to the others.They’re on the sunny port side.Piper is floating on his back.Marcus is with them now and he’s brought a few foam kickboards down with him.“Where’s your other half, Boots?” Colby teases.“Giant squid pulled him under,” I reply, grabbing a kickboard.“Nice here in the sun, huh?”Piper looks at me, turns his mouth up at the corner as if to show he suspects Clemente and I were up to something, then lies back and resumes floating.Horizontal atop the waves, his penis hidden just beneath the rippling surface, he seems to be daring me to look at him, daring me not to want him.And Clemente is on the other side of the boat, 300 million miles away, getting off with my boyfriend without me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]