There You Stand by Christina Lee

about was running my tongue around the long vein and thick head.
    Though this was the boldest I’ve ever seen Jude, I could also tell that revealing himself to me like this was colossal, because there was a small tremor in his fingers and right then all I wanted to do was reach for him, hold him, help steady his nerves.
    Then suddenly he walked with purpose into the cool liquid and I only got a glimpse of his tight ass before the water concealed it. My erection began throbbing in my pants and I tried to rein in my thundering pulse.
    “Is it warm?” I asked past the lump in my throat.
    He nodded.
    “You shouldn’t go any further because of your tattoo,” I said, mostly just to keep myself talking. “I wouldn’t want you getting an infection.”
    “Then come in with me to keep me in line.” His shoulders glistened in the moonlight and right then he was a vision, my every fantasy come true. He stood staring at me, water droplets hanging off his lips and chin from the light rain, willing me to discard my clothing and join him.
    This was a different side of Jude and I didn’t want to blow it. I felt a little heady, thinking that he desired me. Even if this was only a one-time crazy-ass thing.
    That thought drove me forward, the rain already forgotten. When I yanked off my shirt, Jude’s eyes turned positively savage and I swallowed thickly. When I took down my jeans and boxers all at once, his teeth bit into his lower lip.
    It felt good to let my erection loose. I was thicker than he was and now so damn hard that I was leaking pre-come. The cool water would help soothe the fire rampant inside of me.
    I strolled into the water and the cold liquid mollified me. “This feels amazing.”
    “This is as deep as the water gets,” he said, creating a gentle splash in my direction.
    I raised an eyebrow. “You tricked me.”
    “It worked,” he whispered.
    He gave me one of his rare smiles, which turned very serious after a few more seconds of gazing into each other’s eyes. My stomach was buzzing and my raging hard-on only felt tighter with anticipation.
    I was wading in the quarry in the middle of the night completely bare with a guy who not only wanted me but also made my head fuzzy with emotions I hadn’t felt in years.
    It was like being in a perilous game of chess. Jude stepped forward and instinctively I knew that he needed to be the one to make the first move. He was a guy running from something, the likes of which I didn’t understand, and if I wanted to find out anything more about him, I needed to play it cool.
    Especially since he didn’t even seem to know if he was in fact gay. I’d been with guys who weren’t out of the closet yet. Everyone moved on his or her own timeline but if one thing was certain, it was that I never wanted to be somebody’s dirty little secret again. And though my head was telling me that was exactly where this was headed, I still couldn’t stop myself from experiencing one taste of this man.
    We were inches apart and our breaths intermingled sharing a sliver of air between us. That’s when I knew unquestioningly that he wanted me like I wanted him. It was dark, sprinkling softly; the only light was our shared moon. I was exposed and standing so close to Jude York that I could have leaned over and sampled his wet lips.
    His eyes now travelled between my mouth and eyes as if he was contemplating his next move. “Cory.”
    Just as I sighed, his hands rose out of the water. His fingers glided to my neck and his thumbs slipped over my collarbone.
    Anguish filtered through his eyes as if he was fighting himself on something, so I remained silent and motionless—transfixed by the heat and texture of his hands on my skin.
    My lips parted and I leaned toward him, hoping his mouth would meet mine halfway. Instead, he inched his face away and tucked his head into my shoulder. I kicked myself for wanting to taste his lips so badly.
    “You don’t want to kiss me?” I whispered.
    His