‘Water and Dust’ goes on: contempoary m/m fiction

[jacquelineb]

Previously

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Brendan slipped in the water. It rippled, a distorted mirror, fracturing and wavering the trees in the reflection. Marc lowered what he carried to the ground. Once, the sight of Brendan naked and wet, his skin reflecting the moonlight, would have sent blood rushing straight to his cock. Now, as he watched Brendan glide through the water to the centre of the pool, his body filled with the warm hum that comfortable and familiar bring when they surprise you with an image of stark beauty.

Brendan glanced back, face serious. “Are you coming?”

Marc started to take tentative steps over the rocks to the water, when Brendan laughed.

“Jeans off, you fool!”

TBC

Photo by mira66, found on flickr and used under the Creative Commons License.

Mirrored from jacquelinebrocker.esquinx.net.