...Tanner watched Keith go, admiring the flex of his ass as he stormed off.

It wasn’t fair of him to keep quiet, and part of him felt like a heel. But he also knew if and when Keith felt comfortable enough to tell him, then maybe it would be appropriate to make a move on him. Right now he was lost and adrift, and Tanner would be damned if he was going to be some flotsam for Keith to hang onto. Keith had to sink or swim on his own. It was too early to tell which was more likely.

Which didn’t keep Tanner from finding him far too attractive.

Now, alone with nothing to distract him from his own thoughts but the beer and the gentle hum of the Jacuzzi, he let himself wonder. A temporary indulgence. Nothing more.

Damn, he wanted Keith on his knees. He had a gorgeous mouth, and Tanner was definitely curious about how it would feel around his cock.

But getting him there was where the mystery lay.

Would Keith need a slow seduction or a brazen offer? Did he need to be teased and tempted, or did he prefer to be commanded?

Or would he take the initiative?

There was no telling, and frankly, all prospects appealed to Tanner.

He watched the clouds blowing past over the full moon overhead, but didn’t really see them. Instead, he was remembering Keith, the subtle proportions of his body, the dark hair making a line down his firm belly to an equally well-proportioned cock. Screw Keith on his knees. Tanner wanted a taste of that.

Taking another swallow of beer, he set the bottle aside and, instead, took hold of his own dick. If he was going to do this, then he was going to do it right. There wasn’t any chance of him being interrupted now, not when Keith was too embarrassed to come out of his room.

Tanner kept his strokes languid as he composed the scene.

The current setting was just about perfect. Keith had looked good in the water, the refraction and light hiding his more salient features from Tanner’s gaze, but emphasizing the sculpted muscles of his chest and shoulders, the snow contrasting with his black hair. If Tanner had slid over, it would have been so easy to lean close and tease at those full lips.

Ready for bed, he would have recently brushed his teeth, mouth tasting of lingering traces of mint. Fresh. And pliant.

Just the thought of kissing him was more erotic than it should be. Tanner could almost feel their bodies bobbing together in the water, the only contact accidental, except for his mouth on Keith’s and his hand cupping Keith’s head.

A hand, still mostly smooth, save for the faint calluses beginning to form, would wrap around Tanner’s cock. It would be sure, not hesitant. Keith was no novice. His grip would be firm as he got acquainted with what Tanner liked.

Tanner would take the time to caress down Keith’s chest, the water closing around his fingers as he followed the trail he had admired down between Keith’s legs. He could almost hear Keith’s soft groan as Tanner took hold of his cock as well.

Then Tanner realized he was hearing himself, groaning to the sky as he stroked himself under the warm water.

The thin layer of water easing his movements added just enough disconnect he could pretend the hand on his dick wasn’t his own.

It would be so easy to let the buoyancy of the water lift him to straddle Keith’s leg, pinning him to the side of the tub as he took both their cocks in hand. Even as he deepened their kiss, he would rock against Keith’s body, balls and chest caressing through the water as Keith dug his fingers into Tanner’s ass, encouraging every motion.

“Fuck me,” Keith would say when mere contact wasn’t enough.