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“Bye-bye, Jer-bear, I'll pick you up later, baby, okay?”
Jeremy nodded as he got out of his ma’s blue car, a towel tucked up under his arm and swim goggles already halfway on his head. “Promise?”
“I swear. Now go have fun, maybe you'll meet someone to play with this time!” She smiled, blowing a kiss to her baby boy.
“See ya, Ma!!!”
His ma waved as she started to pull out of her parking space, window still rolled all the way down. “See ya, Jer! I love you.”
“Love you too, Mama!” Jeremy beamed, waving enthusiastically as he watched her drive away. Once she was out of his sight, he began to pad over to the public pool. He could feel the heat of the black asphalt through his flip-flops already; so hot they honestly should've started to melt already. The metal gate lining the perimeter of the swim area stung his skin as he let himself in too.
There were already a ton of people - usually he showed up way before lunch, way before the heat and the crowd, especially when it came to a sweltering Saturday like this. At least he spotted an open chair to hang his towel! Otherwise it would have just been hung wherever, which usually ended up being somewhere gross.
No matter, he would've still used it anyway.
Throwing his towel haphazardly onto the plastic chair and kicking off his flip-flops, he booked it to the waterslide. Almost knocking into numerous people he finally made it to the line, which was surprisingly short considering the amount of people in the area.
Waiting was the hardest part though, having to stand in one spot, and still too? It was the worst .
He fiddled with his goggles, trying to focus on anything but the fact he should be running up those steps and splashing into that water now .
11th in line.
Two toddlers throwing swim toys at each other, a bald man chatting up a red haired woman, a tall boy sitting at the edge of the pool just dipping his feet in.
9th in line.
He was really tall. And considerably tanner than everyone else in Boston. Not orange though, had to be a real tan.
7th.
His swim shorts were a nice dark red, went down to his knees. Had a plain cream colored t-shirt on though, not really correct swimming attire, but whatever floats your boat.
5th.
The boy was kinda far away, all the way at the other side of the pool. Despite Jeremy’s ‘absolutely perfect’ eyesight (according to his doctor, by the way!!!), he was still too blurry to make out any facial features. Jeremy was sure that it was another kid though, despite the height. He kept squinting that way, trying to make sure the boy didn't get up and leave.
2nd.
Well. He was sure that's a boy. The longer brown hair didn't really scream ‘boy’, but Jeremy was confident a girl wouldn't look like that. Too lanky and long to be a girl. And he's never seen a girl wear that stuff to a pool. That's why he and that kid wore shorts . Because they were boys -
“Hellooo? C’mon kid, I don't got all day here-” The lifeguard attending to the slide snapped Jeremy out of his thoughts.
“Oh- Yeah, yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” Jeremy apologized, quickly snapping his goggles over his eyes and jumping down the slide feet first.
His feet hit the pool, water ballooning out the legs of his shorts and jetting up his nose, all surrounding him in a mess of tiny air bubbles before floating back to the surface. He gasped and coughed, chlorine taste filling his mouth as the water poured down his throat. Nasty as hell, eughhh pee water!!! And it burnt , but it happened enough that Jeremy was pretty used to it at that point.
Jeremy looked around and spotted the boy in the same spot as before. Perfect. He took a deep breath and dove back under to speed towards him. Swerving around the other kids and parents in the pool, hopefully not splashing water up with his feet. The tan boy’s feet however, kept getting clearer the closer he got.
Running out of air, Jeremy popped back up just a bit before the tall boy, and man - he was tall. Hunched over, dark glasses on his face, picking at hair on his arms.
“Hey!” Jeremy waved trying to get his attention.
No reaction. Hm.
Jeremy splashed some water at the boy, making dark spots on his cotton shirt and wetting his skin. “Hey there!”
The boy looked up at Jeremy, bushy brows furrowed.
“Haven't seen you around the pool before!”
Still, he didn't respond back.
Still smiling, Jeremy kept pressing. “First time here?”
“...Yeh.” He mumbled out, in a surprisingly deep voice, but given his height it made a little more sense. Maybe he just hit puberty early…?
“Oh, are your parents here?” Jeremy moved his goggles to his forehead and scanned the area for other people with tanned skin and dark brown hair, but he didn't see anyone.
“Nah.”
“Me either, Ma drops me off here almost every morning in the summer, but she was a little late today. My stuff is over there though,” Jeremy pointed to his chair where his towel and flip-flops still sat, completely untouched. “You bring anything?”
The boy with sunnies shook his head. He was very quiet, Jeremy noted, on a mission to get him to talk a little more.
“You're really tall, y’know? Could see you from all the way over there!” He pointed again, this time to the top of the slide across the pool. “You gone down it yet?”
The boy hunched over further, presumably in shame. “Nah.”
“Do you want to? I can go with you!”
“Er, no thanks.”
Jeremy also noted he definitely wasn't from around here. People in Boston didn't sound like that. “Well that's okay! Slides aren't for everyone. Oh yeah-” He swam a little closer, and rested an arm on the tile the other boy sat on. “How old are you?”
“Um, twelve.”
“Well I'm,” Jeremy held up both of his hands in front of the boy's face. “Ten! You're really tan, are you from here? And you talk funny.”
He grimaced at what the strange blonde boy said. It probably didn't have any malice however; he didn't seem to be too bright. “Oh, er, I’m from ‘Stralia. ”
Jeremy cocked his head. “Straya? Where's that?”
“No, no- Er, Aw-strail-eeyuh .” The boy tried saying his home country in an American accent, hoping the other boy would get it.
“Ohh!!! The country that's also a big content!”
“ Continent? ”
“Yeah, that. Did you just move here?”
The boy took a minute to mull over the days. “Last week.”
Jeremy jumped up in the water and splashed a little more onto the tall boy out of excitement. “Aw sweet! You'll be in school with me then!!! What's your name?”
He cleared his throat. “M-Mick.”
“Mick, Mick… ” He let the name roll around on his tongue, getting a feel for it. It was new, but he liked it. Fit the boy. “My name's Jeremy! Actually, I've got 7 brothers too, and they all have J names. You have brothers? Sisters?”
“Nah. Neither.”
Jeremy’s eyes widened so fast they might as well have just fallen out of his head. “None? You don't have any? Must be nice being the only child, I'm the youngest and they pick on me all the time and go through my stuff and take it without asking, just ‘cuz they're older. It's sooo annoying.”
“It's lonely.” Mick mumbled once again.
“Hm?”
Clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck, he opened his mouth to speak again. “I- it's lonely .”
Jeremy frowned. “What about your Ma and Pa?”
“I’m adopted. ‘Nd they're old folks.” Mick started to pick at his arm hair again, quite embarrassed by his predicament. He was nothing like this other boy, must’ve been boring him to death-
“You can come to my house!” Jeremy offered. “My ma says I gotta make friends, and she cooks reaaally good food. You eat at home?”
“Er, sometimes.” Mick admitted sheepishly. He tried, but he felt really gross whenever he ate. He was already freakishly tall for his age, and he worried that putting on more weight would make him stand out even more.
“Sometimes? Do you just- What do ya eat?” The smaller boy lifted the bottom of Mick’s shirt, getting a glimpse of protruding ribs and a near-sunken stomach, before his arm was smacked away. “Are ya okay, Mickey?”
God damn it, he sounded so sincere. Mick almost felt bad for the kid having to see him like that. And Mickey? Really? “I'm fine.”
“Well, I'm just sayin’, pal. Ya can always come to my house, or I can come to your house if that's better. You're just… all skin an’ bones!” Jeremy patted Mick’s knee in reassurance, glad to see he’s not trying to inch away.
“It’s not that my folks don't make anything, It jus’... I dunno. Makes me feel bad.”
“Why?”
The brown haired boy sighed. “Hard to explain. People already stare and talk about how tall I am… So maybe if I'm not wide either they won't do it as much?”
“Oh.” A little embarrassed, Jeremy remembered how the whole reason he even wanted to talk to Mick was because he looked odd. Even mentioned his height to him when introducing himself. “Well… Um, I think you're uh, pretty cute anyways…”
Mick's face turned red and he turned his head away. “You're just sayin that to try an’ make me feel better.”
“Am not!!!” Jeremy pouted and splashed more water onto Mick.
“Awh, got me soaked again, a right dill ya are-” Mick kicked back at Jeremy, wetting his hair again with the wave.
Giggling, Jeremy lightly grabbed at Mick's ankles and faked pulling him in as punishment for splashing around. His grip slipped a little since they were both decently wet. “C’mon, get in Mickey!”
“But my shirt-”
“It’s wet anyways!!! Come swim with me!” The small boy whined, grin creeping ear to ear when Mick kept inching further off the edge, before dipping completely into the pool. The water just barely came up to Mick’s chest, while it was most definitely right under Jeremy’s chin even on his tippy toes. “Oh man, you really are tall .”
“Shut it, Jer .” He pinched the boy's lips together, watching his pale blue eyes go wide, and cheek burn for reasons other than the sun. Admittedly, he was quite cute too.
Okay , he was downright adorable.
The shortness definitely made Mick's heart flutter a little extra. He was still so boyish and young looking compared to himself, despite being only two years younger. Maybe he really did like boys.
Jeremy whipped his head out of Mick’s grasp. “Jeez, hands off the goods!”
“The goods…?”
“Duhhh, how else am I gonna tell the world what I gotta say!”
“I… suppose.”
Scout took his goggles off completely now, and held them just above the water. “You go swimming back home? Well, before you moved.”
“Nah. Lived near the middle, on a farm.”
“No water at all?”
“Just sheep. And maybe a roo or a cat.” Mick looks down solemnly. “Or a dingo.”
“We have cats sometimes, in the alleys. Ma says I can't take them home though, but they just follow me, swear!”
“The sheep would follow me too. I miss them.”
“Were they your friends?”
Mick stopped for a second. “...Yeah.”
“Don't feel too bad, ya got me now!!!” Jeremy gave Mick a toothy smile. “Ah, wait, here-” He lifted his hands, motioning for Mick to switch out his sunnies for the goggles. “Try that out!”
The older boy let Jeremy hold his glasses by the temple pieces. “Don't get even a drop’a water on ‘em.” Mick furrowed his brows at the boy as an implied threat, and put the goggles over his eyes. They were tight and uncomfortable, but it was better than chlorine in your eyes. He slowly lowered himself into the water, able to see about 10 feet in front of him before the water started turning an opaque teal, and people’s skin turned really pale. Looking over to Jeremy, he could see all of him up to his chin - minus the arms held above the water. His small feet on the tile at the bottom with toes digging into the grout, swimshorts billowed out the legs, his s- fuck - soft and flat stomach smoothing into a slightly visible rib cage and two tiny collar bones…
Coming back up for air, Mick tries not to make a Splash.
“Good, yeah?” Jeremy almost shakes with glee.
Mick swapped the goggles back for his sunnies, slicking back his hair so it didn’t drip down his forehead and onto his glasses. “Couldn’t see for very far. And, er-”
Jeremy looked at him expectantly, leaning in a little.
“Erm. Ya were blockin’ most of it.” Mick coughed out. He watched as the other boy deflated a bit, but got his pep back almost immediately after positioning the goggles on his own eyes.
Jeremy started up into a small doggy paddle, swimming circles around Mick. “Ya wanna watch me swim around the pool really fast!?”
“Uhhh, sure?”
The lighter haired boy took a big breath and dove under the water, making a huge splash unlike his new pal. Weaving through the crowds of people, in between games of catch, only coming up for air every 15 seconds or so. And soon, he was gone.
Mick squinted, unable to see him under the water anymore from so far away. Judging from just the speed of the small boy, Mick traced his eyes over the surface of the pool, guessing where a head might pop up- and ooh- there he was!!! He was at the shallow end, waving vigorously back at Mick, who only gave a shy hand raise in acknowledgement.
Then back under he went. He picked his speed back up, easy as pie, jetting through groups of people yet again. What a silly boy.
He reached back to where Mick was, and got his head out of the water for sure this time, heaving and panting at all that hard work. “Did’ja see me, Mickey!? I went all the way around!”
“That you did.”
The boy caught his breath finally after an unusual bout of silence. “Was it cool?”
Chuckling at Jeremy’s constant need for approval, he nodded. “It was very cool, Jer. Wish I could do that.”
“Jus’ gotta come out here more.” Letting his goggles rest on his forehead with a snap, he lightly grabbed at his new friend’s arm. “Mickey, I gotta pee-” Jeremy whined quietly in Mick’s ear, careful to not let anyone else hear.
Mick just looked at him funny and whispered back, “Jus’ go in the pool like everyone else.”
“What? No! That's gross!” He exclaimed, making a disgusted face.
“Well-”
“C’mon, you gotta come with me, let me get my shoes-” Jeremy splashes his way back to the ledge, pulling himself up and padding quickly over to his towel to dry off as much as he can, and put his flip-flops on.
Mick watched the blonde boy run back over to him and start tugging at his arm to pull him out of the water. “Jer, lemme- let go so i can pull myself up-” But Jeremy just kept pulling his wrist. “Lemme put my sandals on!”
He just barely slipped on the back of his sandals before being pulled so hard he almost fell over, struggling to keep balance and follow the small boy as well.
Jeremy led him quickly into the men’s room, spotted a slightly bigger stall, and locked them both inside.
“Jer, you sure about th-” Mick turned around to see Jeremy struggling to shimmy down his swim shorts that clung to his skin. Wow.
Jeremy was in fact not rocking a set of dick and balls like Mick expected, rather a sweet, little cunt. Finally getting to sitting down and taking a piss, he sighed in relief, tension finally released from his entire body.
Mick watched Jeremy's every move with baited breath, unable to tear his eyes away.
After the last dribbles, the younger boy blotted himself with the toilet paper, stood up to fix his pants, then flushed the toilet, just like anyone else would.
“‘Kay, Mickey I'm done-” Jeremy reached around to undo the latch but was stopped by Mick’s own hand before he could actually slide it open.
“Can't.” Mick blurted out, interrupting the smaller boy (girl? Truthfully, he was a tad confused).
“What?”
“Can't leave.” Mick repeated again, holding the front of his shorts, face splashed with a dark red. “No, Jer don't look-”
He definitely looked. “ Oh. ” Jeremy said softly, backing away a little to give Mick a bit of space.
Mick though, started to stumble over his words again and get all quiet and clammy. “I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, I- I shouldn't have, this is-”
“Y’know, I seen what my Pa does to my Ma when that happens to him, then he feels so much better after.” Jeremy attempted to comfort the older boy, although he was definitely blushing too. “I think at least, ‘cuz that's what it looked like.”
“Er- Are ya sure?”
“Yeah, one of my brothers told me about it before too. Called it sex?”
“Oh, I learned ‘bout that on the farm.”
“Ya did? Well, my brother said when your thingy is standing up like that, you're supposed to put it in a girl.”
Mick’s mouth went dry as he struggled to form words. Was Jeremy a girl? He had girl parts, but he looked and acted like a boy… God, why couldn't he just have a wank by himself right now? “Um- I don't-”
“You can put it in me, Mickey.”
“I- Are ya sure?”
“If it'll make your thingy stop bein’ like, dat…” Jeremy gave Mick a reassuring smile before bending over and putting his hands on the cool brick wall.
Mick hesitantly put his hands on Jeremy's hips, and rubbed his crotch against the smaller boy. Jeremy jumped when Mick’s clothed erection poked at his bottom, insistently rubbing over his own swim shorts.
Jeremy huffed out some hot air, feeling a bit heated between the legs now himself. “Issat good, Mickey? Is- is it helpin’?”
Mick gripped Jeremy tighter, draping himself over the boy's back as he hugged his torso. “I don't- I dunno, it's still hard-”
The younger boy repositioned himself to press his forearms against the wall instead, since Mick was putting quite a bit of strain on his wrists. He whimpered, spreading his legs wider. Mick's bulge pressed intently into Jeremy, shallowly humping at his hole as he let out soft sighs. Now his tummy started to flutter, making him feverish and desperate for more.
Mick lifted his head, noticing Jeremy looking over his shoulder and panting and all red in the face and- fuck , he looked as gorgeous as a buck-toothed ten year old could get. Which apparently was quite a lot to Mick; he could've sworn he only got harder . All this humping was barely doing anything for his dick and his heart was starting to feel funny for this odd little boy. Pulling away for a second, Mick slipped his shorts down enough to pull out his prick and honestly just stand there. Should he just jerk off? He never in a million years thought he'd be doing… whatever this was. Only ever had experience with early morning wanks before going out to feed the sheep for the day.
Jeremy seemed to get the hint and pulled his own swim shorts down too, holding them at his knees. “Maybe…?” He pulled at himself, presenting his little pussy.
Mick held his breath, gripping his cock nervously as he ran the tip over the other boy’s privates. He could feel Jeremy shiver with each drag over his cunt. “Ya want me ta’-” He weakly whispered, eyes flicking between Jeremy’s and their privates, words dying in his throat.
Jeremy hummed out the only confirmation Mick needed, hissing as the boy slowly pushed into him. His head hit against the wall, making a soft thud as all his air was expelled out of his lungs. Mick was inside him!
And it was hot . And good lord it was wet. Nothing compared to the feeling of Jeremy’s itty bitty girl parts clamped around his dick. He was only halfway in and already starting to lose it. “Jer- oh god-” He whimpered into Jeremy’s skin, head still limp against his back. “Feels funny-”
The smaller boy gulped. “B-bad funny…?”
“ Good ,” Mick gasped out. He pushed the rest of the way in and stayed there for a bit, reveling in the way Jeremy tightened around him in different spots. “God, it's so good.”
The tingle in Jeremy's guts was to die for. It pooled in his lower abdomen, flaring whenever Mick would twitch or roll his hips a bit, creeping up to his chest and spiraling around his throat. He was making such odd noises, like a hurt animal, but he wasn't… hurt? The very opposite. And they were both trying to be quiet, not quite like the yelping a baby deer would make for its mother.
Jeremy was broken out of his thoughts when Mick pulled out a bit and thrusted back in again, a wet slap echoing in the stall. Their skin stuck to each other, still damp from the pool water. It felt much like when the back of your leg would stick to the chairs in the classroom on a humid day; you had to keep unsticking it from the smooth seat of the chair because it seems your leg wanted to fuse with it.
Now that he thinks about it, that was pretty darn accurate. Fusing with Mick like this would be amazing . Most definitely the best thing he's ever felt, like he was being touched so deeply in more ways than just the obvious.
Jeremy let out a pained whimper, arms sliding down the wall from all the short thrusts.
Mick however, kept moaning softly into Jeremy’s ear, eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy. One of his hands slid down the boy’s stomach, smoothing over his navel, down further until his fingers found the wet skin of where they were connected. He brushed over his own length for a second, deciding to rub at Jeremy instead. Each press against the boy’s folds and clit made him tremble in Mick’s arms.
He squeezed so eagerly around his friend, hopeful to help with his affliction. The fuzziness in his head was a little selfish though, made him start wanting to get something out of this too. His insides started to cramp and flutter, unlike the painful cramps he’d get after a long pee wee baseball practice. These were nice; like he was getting somewhere, and fast.
“Jer,” Mick choked out through pants, “I’m- Ah-” His hips lost their rhythm and became frantic.
Harsher grinds forced Jeremy to lean further into the wall, back arching more drastically. Mick continuously hit the spot inside him that made his cunt tighten and his legs lock. “Mick, Mick- Mickey I'm gonna pee-”
“Yeah?” Mick grunted through gritted teeth, pushing through the familiar burning in his loins.
Jeremy bit his lip with those buck-teeth and squirmed in Mick’s grasp as he thrusted in one last time, filling the younger boy right up. He sighed dreamily, wiggling his hips into Mick's.
Mick let out a low moan. “Lemme- lemme stay for just a little longer.” He whispered, holding Jeremy's torso against his until he went soft. When he pulled out, a slimy string of clear stuff connected their privates, snapping as Mick tucked himself back into his swim shorts.
Jeremy felt something running down his leg. He swiped it, the translucent white glob dripping out of his pussy now smeared across his fingers. “Oh yuck, what is that?”
“It uh, that's what came outta me.”
“Ohhh, m‘kay…” He wiped his fingers off on a square of toilet paper. “That stuff comes out and your thingy isn't standing up anymore?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Heh, that's silly.” Jeremy pulled up his swim shorts, inner thighs still slick with Mick’s pubescent cum. He looked at the other boy with his usual peppy grin and confident posture. “Ah, one more thing-”
Unexpectedly, Mick was yanked down by the already loose collar of his shirt, and given a little peck on the cheek. That definitely would've had people outraged, as innocent as it was. But god, even though the kiss was quick, he could feel Jeremy’s smile against him, and if he wasn't already melted by this boy, that would've done him over tenfold.
Mick sputtered over his words, rigid as a board even as Jeremy let go of him. “Wh- what was that for?!”
“I told you already,” Jeremy insisted. “I jus’ think you're cute, Mickey!”
“Awh, Jer, you sure are somethin’...” Mick blushed, all embarrassed from this silly little boy he just met today.
“C’mon, let's go now!” Jeremy giggled as he grabbed Mick’s wrist again, dragging him out of the stall, not even bothering to wash his hands, and back out by the pool. He looked around, happening to spot his Ma’s car in the parking lot next to the establishment.
Pointing over to it, Jeremy tugged on Mick’s sleeve. “Look, look! My Ma is here! Oh you should come meet her!”
“I- I'm not too sure about that-”
“Oh psh, you'll be fine, just lemme get my towel.” Jeremy patted Mick's back, leaving him to stand there awkwardly for a quick second as he swerved through the crowd to get his towel.
Mick fisted the bottom hem of his shirt. Bugger. Did he really need to meet his Ma? He did just nut in her baby… But wouldn't that make it more suspicious? Now she’d have a face to put to the crime, and oh god he looked more like 16 than 12-
“C’monnn Mickey, she's really nice I swear!” The younger boy insisted, pleading with his eyes too.
“Fine.”
Irresistible.
Mick followed behind Jeremy's skipping with long strides until they got to the car - and wow it was beautiful. He wanted to run his finger along the smooth hood, cup his palm over the curve in the front… It was a 1949 Cadillac Series 62 Convertible, such a gorgeous round build, retractable hood to feel the wind in your hair, all around dream car. Mick’s folks always had way older trucks; beat up rust buckets, because in his dad’s words, “If it got you to point A to point B, that's all you need.” - minus the slurring of words and a few curses thrown in.
“And who is this, Jer-bear?” Jeremy’s ma beamed at him, then looked his friend up and down.
The boy tugged Mick over a little closer, grabbing his wrist to make him wave to his ma. “This is Mick!!! He's from Australia!”
“All the way over there? Quite the trip…” She rested her elbow on the side of the door and slid her sunglasses down her nose a bit to stare right at Mick. “How- How old did’ja say ya were, honey?”
Mick stood there dumbly confused as to if Jeremy mentioned his age prior, and he just managed to miss it. Jeremy kicked him though, and he took the hint. “Er, 12. I'm 12, miss.”
“Is that right…” She said, more like a statement than a question.
“Yeah, and he's really hungry! Can he come home with us?” Jeremy begged, grinning.
“Baby, I'm not sure his parents would like that without asking first.” She looked to the taller boy. “You want me to just take ya home, Mick?”
Mick nodded.
“Well then,” She tilted her head to the passenger side of the car and pushed her sunglasses back up. “Come on this side and put the seat down so you two can sit in the back, hm?”
Jeremy cheered and tugged Mick along, pulling him from his stupor. Surprisingly though, Jeremy was quite gentle with his ma’s car door and with putting the seat down despite his excitement and impulsive nature. They both crawled over the seat and buckled up in the back.
Mick picked at the bottom of his shirt again, knee knocking into Jeremy's as he tried to scoot closer to him.
The woman turned around to face them as she backed out of her parking spot. “So, you boys have fun?”
Mick flushed.
“Yeah! We swam a lot, and I went down the slide, and then I had to go pee, and then-” Jeremy was cut off by Mick squeezing his thigh as hard as possible and giving him a look.
“...And?”
Jeremy stumbled over his words for a second. “And, um, and there were lots of people there, Mama.”
“Mm, yeah. Was real hot today, but it cooled down a bit so I could take the top off. You ever been in a car like this before, Mick?” She asked, looking in the rear view mirror briefly at him.
“N-nah.”
“Don't talk much, hm?”
“N-no miss.”
“Suppose that'll more than balance out Jeremy’s motor mouth!” She giggled. It was real cute and soft like Jeremy's was.
Jeremy whined, face redder than strawberry. “Maaaa-”
“I'm just teasin’, baby,” The woman laughed again, now speeding up a little bit. Her bangs fluttered in the light wind. “You know I love your stories.”
Mick closed his eyes, feeling the breeze through his damp hair. The setting sun on his skin warmed him too. It felt so nice . Peaceful.
He peeked an eye open just a little bit to see Jeremy trying to hold his hand while still blushing and looking away. Mick interlocked their fingers and smiled a teeny bit.
For the first time in forever, this felt just right.