Scott

Taylor's face fell.

"Damn," he muttered. "I was really hoping there'd be less people around than this."

"Yeah, like, no people," I replied, surveying the scene. At nine-thirty in the evening, half an hour before the pool was closed, it seems like every toddler in the building suddenly had to go swimming. There were numerous bored parents sitting by the pool watching their kids. Taylor and I stared through the tinted window onlooking the pool from the hallway. We stood in our trunks and a pair of t-shirts. We'd come to the pool in the first place to flee from Isaac, who kept asking if we wanted to play Yahtzee (um, no), and Walker, who never seemed to leave the room. But with so many people in the pool, there was no way we'd get any privacy, and we'd probably get recognized and cause some poor person to drown or something. Not a good thing.

Taylor adjusted the white cap he'd used to shield his eyes from onlookers. "God, there has to be somewhere we can go."

"Is there a secluded men's room somewhere around here?" I kidded, turning to Taylor and flashing him a saucy smile. Tay's eyebrows raised a few notches.

"Good idea."

"I was just kidding. I think they might have security cameras or something."

I suddenly reached out and ran my fingers down Taylor's bare arm, feeling his warm skin and light arm hair. He visibly shuddered, and then shot me a sly look.

"Damn, Scott, who needs a bathroom? I'll jump on you right here."

"I have no problem with that," I said honestly.

"Yeah, well, I wonder --" Taylor stopped and stared out the window. Then, he added suggestively, "There's nobody over there."

My eyes landed on the small, shed-like building opposite from the pool. And I smiled. Slowly. Evilly.

"Let's go," I said.

Opening the door and moving quickly so no one would stop and notice us and stare, we quietly made our way across the roof, the sounds of screaming, laughing children barely hitting our ears as both our heartbeats increased and filled our ears.

"Hot, but better than nothing," I commented. Taylor flashed me a smile, agreeing, his hand working the latch at the door. The door swung open, and our hair was blown back by a wave of hot air.

"Ugh!" We both grimaced. To think, we were already standing in the sauna known as Los Angeles, and we were about to climb into one that was ten times more humid and twelve degrees hotter. Our light T-shirts became sweat-drenched ermine cloaks as we stepped inside. I felt my legs wilt under the sheer heat - or maybe it was being with Taylor. I couldn't really tell. The wooden walls shimmered with heat and the two red light bulbs inside drenched everything with siren red lighting. It was sort of like stepping into Hell, only I was with an angel.

Taylor shut the door behind us. His white skin shone red, a fine sheen of sweat was already glistening on his cheeks. He tossed his towel onto the bench, and as he sauntered over to me, I did the same.

"We're actually alone," he marveled. As he stepped in close to me, I was overpowered with his smell, feeling his flaming body heat through my T-shirt and trunks. Finally, his skin came in contact with mine, and he slowly encircled his arms around my waist, pressing his body against mine. I felt that familiar twinge in my groin, and realized that I could feel his hard organ pressing into my pelvis. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the sweat beneath his hairline. His hair stuck to my moist skin.

"Hope Zac and Dave aren't hiding under the bench," I remarked. Taylor's breath, coming quick and smelling sweet, whispered against my face. We eyed each other, and both looked under the bench on a flash of paranoia. Of course, no one was there, and we chuckled at ourselves.

Taylor

"Well, even if they were there . . . who cares?" Scott asked, his eyes closing, his voice escaping from his throat in a husky sigh. Love overwhelmed me, and I grinned and gently leaned in to kiss him on his tender lips. His chest expanded deeply as he gasped. I stroked my hands up and down the small of his back, working his T-shirt up and slipping my fingers beneath it onto his clean, sweaty skin. The hot, murky air around us was causing us both to be covered in a light sheen of sweat.

His lips parted a little and that wet, wonderful tongue of his began to delicately lip my lips. I groaned, rolling my head back and allowing his tongue to tease me. He traced the tip across my upper lip, then skipped down and did the same for my lower lip. I breathed in the hot air and the smell of his hair and breath. Slowly, reluctantly, he slid just a bit of the tip of his tongue between my lips, and let my tongue reach forward to taste his. The erotic slowness was beginning to make my stomach ache with excitement, throbbing against Scott as he slowly moved his tongue back and forth over my bottom lip.

I whimpered.

Scott didn't stop. He took his time, slowly caressing my flesh. I wanted him to rush. I never wanted it to stop. Shivers crawled over my skin, even though I was practically boiling in there. All this sensuality between us was making my excitement climb to new levels. My skin burned not with heat, but with love and desperation for him, no blood ran through my veins, but rather sweet, singing, tingling fire.

"Scott," my voice broke desperately. "Please - oh, please don't . . ."

"You want me to stop that?" Scott's lips barely parted from mine. I began to tremble and my vision started to swirl around me.

"No . . ."

His game picked up again, and gently, he stroked my front teeth with that tender tip, exploring and memorizing my inner features. I was to spellbound to rush him, to swept away with torrent lust to take the lead, thrilled to let him do what he wanted. Scott slowly moved his hands down so they were resting on my shoulders and his forearms were resting on my chest. Gently, his fingers massaged my neck and shoulder muscles, rendering me so completely senseless and motionless that if he had let go, I would've fallen over and not known where I was for the next hour.

I did almost fall over when he softly began to suck on my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth. My heart was beating out of my chest. Nothing had ever felt this good, this honest, this open.

I found the power to kiss back suddenly, passion urging my lips forward, and Scott met me wholeheartedly. I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue back in. It went rampaging around, running over all my teeth, poking my tongue playfully, running up and down the ridge in the roof of my mouth, making me shudder and duel back.

I explored the tender, soft underside of his tongue, then the rougher top, my eyelashes fluttering, my hard-on just getting harder and harder, and in a swimsuit, you can't do shit to cover something like that up. My dick was sticking out so hard, as far as it could, touching Scott's inner thigh. Likewise, I felt Scott's erection on my leg, and I couldn't help it - it was so tempting - I reached my hand down, and slid it over his ass.

I could just feel his eyebrows perk.

Excitement raced through my body again as I felt the luscious flesh beneath my palm, squeezing it and feeling it. I was enthralled. I never thought that it could feel so good to just be touching the person I loved, to have freedom with their body, to know I wouldn't be stopped and I wouldn't be looked at funny. And apparently, Scott agreed, because he shook a little, put his head down on my shoulder, and uttered a moan to me. I swooned, finding the music in his moan, and moving with it. I raised my hand up his back again and slid my fingers beneath the elastic band around the waist of his swim trunks.

His muscles were taut beneath my hand, drawn close to his body as it tensed up. I massaged his left cheek gently, and he continued his relaxing shoulder massage.

"God, I love you, Tay," he blurted.

I momentarily stopped, letting the words slowly penetrate my brain. Noting my pause, Scott inhaled sharply.

Scott

Taylor completely stopped, shocked. I immediately felt like I'd make a mistake - what if he didn't want to hear that? What if he really didn't feel the same way? Oh my God, I so hadn't meant to tell him. It sounded like it was under the heat of an intimate encounter, and it wasn't, it was a legitimate statement.

I fought for the right words. "I'm sorry." Oh, God. Were those supposed to be the right words?!

Taylor breathed, his chest vibrating, and he said tentatively, "No, I love you, too."

Hearing those words from him was like being told that The Moffatts sold more records than anyone else, ever. It was so amazing and so exciting that I inadvertently clenched Taylor to me.

"Is it possible? You really do?" I murmured, so wanting to believe it was true.

"I really do." Taylor crunched me back.

I stepped back a little, and squeezed his hand. "Spread your towel out and lay down on it," I directed. The look on Tay's face was like a five-year-old's on Christmas morning. The unmistakable "I'm gonna get presents" look streaked across his features for a moment, and then passed as he carefully obeyed me.

Words couldn't describe the feeling that rushed through me as he lowered himself onto his back on the towel. He was just so beautiful. Not only outside, but inside, all over, in all ways, universally, emotionally, mentally, physically perfect for me. I stepped up to him quickly.

"Tay," I said, shaking my head, "this swimsuit has got to go."

He looked down at me as I took the very end of the hem on the legs of his trunks and tugged on them. Bracing his weight with his feet, he lifted his hips, and I licked my lips as I slowly revealed what was my present: an impressive, flushed, drooling, six-inch long penis. It sprang up with a intense force, and I breathed in excitedly. His pink balls were lightly jerking in his own arousal, and they were hairless. On the other hand, a soft bed of sparse golden-brown, wheat-colored pubic hair whisped around the base of his cock, climbing in a tiny trail upwards and disappearing before it ever reached the waist of his swimsuit or boxers.

Taylor let me take in the sight before me, but also couldn't help asking, "You see something you like, Scott?"

I shot him a grin. "I like it very much, Tay."

Taylor grinned, and helped me kick off those black trunks. Deciding to take the slow route again, I reached out and barely grazed my fingertips along his smooth shaft. Oh wow, it was fantastically smooth compared to my own. I know everybody's different and all, but it's not like I'd spent a lot of time feeling on other guys' dicks. Taylor's shoulders visibly trembled, and all the muscles in his stomach began to tighten. His skin glistened with sweat, little wavy heatlines shining off of us both, and his cock head shone radiantly with a sweet little pool of his clear, thick precome crowning the head. It slid deliciously down over my fingers, coating the tips with the slick stuff, and I quickly brought my fingers to my mouth to taste him. It was thick, not unpleasant, but the texture was different from my own and it would take some getting used to.

I returned my hand to his organ and wrapped my fingers lightly around him, refusing to put any pressure on him, and using my thumb to quickly fondle the red-violet mushroom sitting on top of the thick shaft. Oh God yes, he was indeed thicker than me, even though he was a little shorter. I wouldn't have expected this - his body was so long and tall that one would automatically assume his genitalia would reflect him, but it didn't, like it had a personality of its own.

Taylor's calves looked like a soccer player's the way they were suddenly so tight with corded, hard muscle, not to mention the rock-like thighs that shuddered as I touched him. I knew in his mind he was begging for me to get on with it, and I knew his balls were probably aching, but I so loved the soft touches that I regretted going faster. For Tay's sake, I tightened my grip and began to jack him off.

"Oh . . ." he arched his back, enabling him to roll his head back, and let out a shameless moan. Delight tingled in the back of my throat. This was so cool - his reactions were absolutely priceless. Like me, he'd never had anybody else do this to him before, either.

I watched his nipples grow rosier, becoming stiff as the rest of his body received the pleasure his cock was getting. His fingers clenched a little as they rested by his side. One of his knees jerked up a little bit with a spasm of self-control loss. I knew how wonderful it was feeling for him.

I flashed back to the previous night, like I'd done hundreds of times that day, and it played like a familiar old movie or song I knew all the words to. Yes indeed, I did know how great it was.

But I also knew how great other things were.

I had no hesitance.

I flashed him a grin, and bent down, and touched the tip of his cock head to the tip of my tongue, eliciting another powerful groan from him. The thick precome he was oozing slid all over my tongue, and my mouth was invaded with his taste, leaving no room for anything else. I sucked it up, eager to taste and know everything, and teased his little slit with my tongue a little. He reached with a shaky hand to grip the small rim of the bench.

"Oh, God, that feels good!" he then practically shouted, because he could, because that's how the feelings felt, because it was overwhelming. But I had a few other things to do.

I began to quickly swirl my tongue around his crown, kissing it, licking at it, and bathing it in a mixture of the shiny precome and saliva. His bellybutton was sinking in and out quickly as he breathed hard.

Taylor

I could barely differentiate between one thing Scott was doing to me and another, but it all felt so good that I couldn't think of anything but relief; coming, that big fireworks finale of the show.

I felt my hips begin to rise from the bench, trying vehemently to reach that point. I could feel it, so close, just around the corner, if only I could run a little faster!

I said nothing, but my mind was screaming praises to God as I tripped over the hurdle and my body gave a give-away jerk. Scott backed away and let me shoot up into the air. The white globs of liquid pleasure simply fell back down, but neither of us really cared where they went to. I felt like crying out with joy, and when I tried to, only an exhausted laugh came out. But I couldn't stop laughing. I was just so happy.

Scott looked breathless, and I reached out to him, laughing my exalted laugh, and he climbed over me, and I pulled him down so he was laying on top of me.

"What's so funny?" he asked me, stroking my sweaty hair out of my sweaty, dripping face.

I shook my head. "I just - I - I - oh my God," I giggled, gasping, fighting for breath. "Sorry. So good."

Scott kissed me on the tip of my nose.

"Glad you liked it. And, as much as I'd like to lay here with you in this frying pan, you're naked and the pool closes at ten. We should really go before some random hotel employee decides to check the sauna just in case there are two horny teenaged musicians using it for their personal relief."

This made me crack up even more.

"Yeah, yeah . . . I know."

Scott climbed off me and helped me up. I felt completely relaxed, arrested within the realms of ecstasy, satisfied, and just plain slap-happy. I chuckled endlessly, until I had Scott chuckling with me. He handed me my trunks, which I put on quickly, and we gathered our stuff.

"One last kiss before we get out," I commanded of him as he began to open the door. He reached out to peck me on the cheek and I caught his face in my hands and pulled him to me.

"Hey! Stop that, let's go somewhere else and do this," Scott scolded me, awarding me with a lovely grin.

"Oh, fine."

We stepped outside, into the mild air. It was quiet. The pool was deserted, calm, and the breeze ruffled the umbrellas and towels left on the beach chairs.

I took his hand as we headed over to the door, both joyful in our steps.

"I wonder what time it--" Scott's hand jerked at the door handle to the hallway. He rattled it around a couple of times. We shot each other looks of disbelief, and I absolutely cracked up. "Are we locked onto the roof?!"

Scott continually tried to rattle the door, but it was locked, and it was the only door. I tossed my towel up in the air and shrieked with laughter.

"Taylor, really . . . we're trapped up here!" Scott insisted. I nodded, tears forming in my eyes.

"I know . . . but . . . now we have all night alone," I explained, just too happy to care about the stupid door.

"Tay, no way, I'm not staying up here. I wanna go back to the room and take a shower."

"Scotty, I don't know why you're still rattling that thing around. It's locked," I told him. Scott sighed.

"Okay, so now what do we do?"