The water felt great tickling his back while freeing his body of dried sweat. Levi looked down at his wet, trimmed pubes and flaccid member, his dark leg hair dribbling beads of water down to his feet. He grabbed the soap from the indented compartment in the tiled wall and lathered up his body ’till his skin was frothing with a glistening foam. Raising his arms, one at a time, he scrubbed away the sweat clinging to his armpits. He then repeated the same action between his legs, cleaning himself thoroughly. He resisted the urge to play with himself, wondering if Danny walking in on him earlier was a sign from above that he should save all his creamy load for Josh.
Levi let his eyes close, lolled his head back to soak his hair, while he ran through a mental checklist to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything important while packing his bag. Josh had told him not to worry about bringing any fishing gear, insisting that they could just use some of Dwight’s. While Josh was genuinely into fishing in a big way, and could spend hours upon hours at the beach casting out a line, Levi was more interested in handling the rod between Josh’s legs.
He hoped his best mate would surrender to his touch and enjoy the way he planned to stroke him, pleasure him, fuck him. Even if Josh wasn’t keen for what Levi had planned, and shot Levi down in shameful flames, it wasn’t like Josh would freak out about it and punch him.
I don’t think so at least.
Josh was a nice guy. He was level-headed—and a tad gullible. If the unthinkable happened and Levi failed to seduce the dark-blond stud then he could just tell Josh it was all a big joke, or blame it on being drunk. Josh wouldn’t question him. Josh wouldn’t judge him. That was the beauty of their friendship. They could tell each other anything and the other one would not pass judgement. While Levi had never fully used their friendship as a confession booth, Josh sure had.
Levi knew Josh’s deepest and darkest secrets, which weren’t all that deep or dark. This is why he assumed Josh had never fooled around with another bloke. It seemed like the type of thing Josh would feel compelled to share with him in private, as if somehow Levi’s knowledge absolved him of any guilt or shame.
Once the water had finished sloughing off the remains of the soap from his body, Levi towelled himself dry and slipped into the same clothes he’d been wearing before. When he got back downstairs, Levi found Mark leaning over the kitchen table, panting for breath, his t-shirt drenched with perspiration from his run.
“Do you need me to call an ambulance,” Levi asked, blatantly taking the piss.
“I.” Wheeze “Am.” Wheeze. “Perfectly.” Wheeze. “Fine.”
“You don’t look fine. You look like you’re having a fucking heart attack.”
“Language,” Mark rasped in a half-whisper, clutching his side.
Levi rolled his eyes, and walked over to the pantry and chucked his empty can in the bin. He moseyed back over towards the fridge to see what he could peck on before Josh arrived. He retrieved a slice of champagne ham and had just started slithering it into his gob when the doorbell sounded. With his mouth half-full he called out, “Come in.”
Excited footfalls followed the instruction and Josh soon appeared in the kitchen. He was in a loose hanging singlet and a pair of cargo shorts. His hair was styled with a cement-like wax to give the sexy impression he’d just rolled out of bed.
“Hi, Mr Candy,” Josh chirped and went over to shake Mark’s hand.
“Howdy, birthday boy,” Mark replied, straightening his exhausted body, pretending he hadn’t just been gasping for breath. “I hope you had fun last night.”
Josh nodded. “Most definitely. We had a blast, didn’t we?” He looked over at Levi swallowing down the last piece of ham in his mouth.
Levi gave a thumbs-up in response as he let his eyes drop down in a dazed gaze to the crotch of Josh’s shorts, wishing he had x-ray vision to see the beautiful cock beneath.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Mark said. “A hard-working lad like you deserves to have a night off and enjoy himself now and then.”
Levi groaned internally at the praise being bestowed upon his best mate. Praise that he knew he would never get from his stepfather.
“Cheers, Mr Candy.”
“Whilst I applaud your manners, Josh, I wish you wouldn’t call me Mr Candy. It makes me feel old.”
“That’s ‘cos you are old,” Levi muttered.
“Here we go,” Mark said loudly. “Smart alec over there thinks he’s gonna be young forever.”
“No I don’t. I just know that you’re about one hundred million steps closer to the glue factory than I am.”
Mark scowled at him before turning back to face Josh. “So what have you two boys got planned for the rest of today?”
“We’re going up to stay at my Dad’s place and go fishing tomorrow.” Josh casually reached under his shirt and scratched his tummy, exposing a strip of muscular lower belly between the waistband of his shorts and his singlet.
“Are you?” Mark flicked his eyes at Levi who was trying to discreetly check out Josh’s abs. “You didn’t mention anything to me or your mother about being gone overnight.”
“I didn’t think I needed permission to leave the house.”
Mark shook his head. “Nope. You don’t need permission. If I had my way you’d be gone all the time, Levi.”
Josh laughed, failing to pick up on what was a thinly veiled insult. “You two crack me up.”
“It’s always a laugh living with Levi,” Mark said, smothering the words in sarcasm. “Especially when he used to bring home his school results.”
Josh flashed Levi a swift grin, chuckling. “Yeah. They weren’t too shit hot were they, bro?”
Levi couldn’t deny that. Still, he didn’t appreciate his lack of academic achievement being treated as a joke. “Thanks for making fun of the retard.”
Josh’s face turned serious. “I didn’t mean that, bro… I-I don’t think you’re dumb if that’s what you mean. ‘Cos you’re not at all.”
“No, he’s not dumb,” Mark said. “Levi’s actually very bright, but he just doesn’t apply himself.” A brief flicker of complimentary seriousness shone in Mark’s eyes, quickly replaced with his usual glaring disappointment.
“Well, as much as I’d love to stay and talk about my failed potential, Daddy,” Levi said, rolling his eyes, “me and Josh better get going.”
Mark lifted his shirt to wipe his face, showing off his hairy, sweaty stomach. A stark difference to what Josh had just shown lay beneath his shirt.
“Gross,” Levi said loudly. “Put ya gut away, Chewbacca.”
Mark dropped his shirt, smiling away the insult. “Don’t you like Daddy’s tummy, son?”
Levi cringed while Josh (surprise, surprise) laughed again.
“I think you look really good for your age, Mr—I mean Mark,” Josh said genuinely. “I hope I stay in as good a shape as you after forty.”
“Thank you, Josh,” Mark said, nodding. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Both your parents look great for their age.”
Mark was only half-telling the truth with that returned compliment. Josh’s mother was an extremely lovely woman but with a dumpy figure and tired face, she looked every one of her forty-five years, while her younger fuckwit of an ex still had a youthful glow and fit physique at thirty-nine.