Well if that wasn’t tempting. Sousuke kept his tongue about it until they got to the beach. It was nice to see the other boy fire off like that, racing into the sand and standing at the water’s edge as he scanned the area. He wondered if Ryouta got to go out to places like these very much. With modeling and all… probably yes, but not enabled to enjoy it. “It is,” he agreed as he headed towards the water himself.
At least they were safely alone. The swimmer paused as the basketball player headed back to him, then glanced to the towels he pulled out of the bag. Oh right, forgot they had those. Sousuke at least helped him spread them out, getting everything situated, before he straightened up and got treated to seeing Ryouta start stripping. He didn’t stare… much. At least not beyond the normal athletic glance over. Actually, he didn’t peg the other guy for olive-green as a color though.
Halfway through, he worked at his own clothes, sneakers and socks first, then shirt and finally his belt and pants, each of them semi-neatly folded for later use and placed on the towel. A pair of black boxer-briefs, rimmed in dark teal, clung to his hips and upper thighs, but he seemed fairly comfortable in them, standing here amid the sea breeze and surf. It wasn’t until Ryouta went for his own that Sousuke hesitated. You first, kind of deal. But the blonde did it, and Sousuke followed suite after.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been naked out here on the beach (even if the majority of times had been when he was a lot smaller and didn’t really care). But this was different. No locker rooms or swim teams . There were no cameras for Ryouta either. And like the other rare times as a teenager he’d done this, the same thrill trickled up the middle of his back and slipped into his head. It felt good.
A dark brow arched when Ryouta turned towards him, mostly at the trace of shyness in his smile. Well, not like there was anything to hide, and he let his eyes drop without trying to be discrete about it. Boys would be boys, right? And apparently Ryouta wasn’t lying. Neither had Sousuke, who was probably the most impressively-sized out of his group of friends, even besting Makoto (and earning Rin’s disbelieving ire the first time he and Sousuke saw each other because no they’re not competitive). Though he’d apparently both shaved and waxed entirely for his sport, despite, or perhaps because of, the skin-tight, lycra legskins he favored.
Okay, enough looking. Sousuke nodded in response to the gratitude, a little grin playing on his lips that sparkled with some oft-hidden childish delight. “Told you I would,” he said before abruptly dashing forward and shooting past Ryouta. “Race you!” So what he just got a head start.
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Date: 2016-01-26 04:50 am (UTC)At least they were safely alone. The swimmer paused as the basketball player headed back to him, then glanced to the towels he pulled out of the bag. Oh right, forgot they had those. Sousuke at least helped him spread them out, getting everything situated, before he straightened up and got treated to seeing Ryouta start stripping. He didn’t stare… much. At least not beyond the normal athletic glance over. Actually, he didn’t peg the other guy for olive-green as a color though.
Halfway through, he worked at his own clothes, sneakers and socks first, then shirt and finally his belt and pants, each of them semi-neatly folded for later use and placed on the towel. A pair of black boxer-briefs, rimmed in dark teal, clung to his hips and upper thighs, but he seemed fairly comfortable in them, standing here amid the sea breeze and surf. It wasn’t until Ryouta went for his own that Sousuke hesitated. You first, kind of deal. But the blonde did it, and Sousuke followed suite after.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been naked out here on the beach (even if the majority of times had been when he was a lot smaller and didn’t really care). But this was different. No locker rooms or swim teams . There were no cameras for Ryouta either. And like the other rare times as a teenager he’d done this, the same thrill trickled up the middle of his back and slipped into his head. It felt good.
A dark brow arched when Ryouta turned towards him, mostly at the trace of shyness in his smile. Well, not like there was anything to hide, and he let his eyes drop without trying to be discrete about it. Boys would be boys, right? And apparently Ryouta wasn’t lying. Neither had Sousuke, who was probably the most impressively-sized out of his group of friends, even besting Makoto (and earning Rin’s disbelieving ire the first time he and Sousuke saw each other
because no they’re not competitive). Though he’d apparently both shaved and waxed entirely for his sport, despite, or perhaps because of, the skin-tight, lycra legskins he favored.Okay, enough looking. Sousuke nodded in response to the gratitude, a little grin playing on his lips that sparkled with some oft-hidden childish delight. “Told you I would,” he said before abruptly dashing forward and shooting past Ryouta. “Race you!” So what he just got a head start.