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Ian chuckled as he turned around. “I really hope you’re a
better diver than actor because that was pretty bad.”

Temaru put his back to him. “And here I thought I was being
discreet.”

Ian grabbed Temaru’s ass with both his hands and clasped it
tight, pausing in awe at how solid the cheeks were. “I’m not worried about
being discreet, so you shouldn’t be either.”

“I’ll remember that.”

Ian slid his hands up to the zipper of Temaru’s wetsuit,
caressing the bare skin of Temaru’s back until it was sealed away. It made him
sad to see such beautiful skin locked away in the wetsuit, especially since he
hadn’t gotten the chance to lick it yet. He reminded himself again, this was a
date, not a hook-up. Dates meant talking and getting to know each other before
licking happened.

His cock rigid in the wetsuit, Ian tried to redirect his
focus as Temaru began to guide him through getting re-familiarized with the
diving gear. With Temaru’s help, he got the diving cylinders on and made
certain the oxygen was feeding through to his regulator properly.

Ian moved toward the edge of the boat, Temaru at his side.

Temaru glanced at him. “Ready to go in?”

Ian turned his back to the water, sitting on the boat’s
edge. “Yeah, I just hate this part. I still get nervous that I’m going to hit
the boat when I back roll into the water.”

Temaru kneeled in front of him, resting a hand on Ian’s
thigh. “Don’t be nervous. The water will move you away and your own buoyancy
will correct you.”

Ian rested his hand over Temaru’s, giving him a playful
grin. “Is this how you comfort all your nervous customers?”

Temaru drifted his hand farther up Ian’s thigh. “I’m giving
you special treatment.”

Ian spread his legs wider. “What all will that special
treatment entail?”

“At this exact moment? Knocking you over the edge of the
boat if you don’t drop your ass in the water yourself.”

Ian burst out laughing. “You’re a mean teacher!” He tugged
his mask down, grinning before putting the regulator in his mouth. “But
effective.”

Temaru stood. “I try.” He motioned to the water. “After you.
I want to make sure you go in okay.”

Ian nodded and took a deep breath. He willed his body to
relax, mentally counting, one…two…three.

Holding his mask and regulator in place, he rolled back and
toppled into the water. A spell of disorientation swirled through his head. He
kept his body loose, not fighting the water, letting it carry him away from the
boat. True to Temaru’s words and his own past experience, his buoyancy brought
him back to the surface. Treading water, he looked up to the boat, spotting
Temaru, and gave him a thumbs-up to let him know he was good.

Temaru returned the gesture and took his turn to back roll
into the water.

As Temaru surfaced, Ian swam closer to him, taking the
regulator from his mouth. “I should’ve asked this before I got in, but there’re
no sharks in these waters, right?”

“Yes, there are. But they’re not overly dangerous.”

“Beautiful. Well, if one shows up, I’m warning you now,
don’t be surprised if you see my ass swimming faster than Flipper back to the
boat.”

Temaru snickered softly. “Now I’m hoping we do, because
that’d be impressive to see.”

Ian splashed some water at him. “And I really need to bring
you home with me to Chicago if you think this water is chilly.”

“Invitation accepted.”

Ian smiled both at Temaru’s reply and the thought of taking
him home. Even if the thought of staying in Bora Bora with him was far more
appealing than dragging poor Temaru to the ice and snow of Chicago.

Temaru held up his mouthpiece. “Ready?”

Ian nodded, put in his mouthpiece and dove under. His
hearing became muted, his limbs weightless. The water stole heat from his body
and though it was far from cold, now that they were submerged he understood why
Temaru had called it chilly.

The visibility amazed him. He could see everything until the
brilliant blues and white sand faded far in the distance to indigo and violet
hues.

Temaru waved him closer and pointed ahead. Ian turned, the
beauty before him stopping his mind to all thought. From the distance they were
at, the coral reef swirled in a dizzying array of colors, constantly moving and
shifting from fish darting in and out.

Ian came out of his daze as Temaru extended his hand to him.
He took it and allowed Temaru to guide him closer.

As they neared, the reef began to take clearer form. Coral
of yellow, salmon and brown came in shapes of long finger-like points, flat
porous surfaces and feathery pieces that seemed so fragile the softest breath
would send them crumbling, all growing on gray rocks rising from the sea floor.
Tropical fish in shimmering blue, neon yellow, bright orange and rich emerald,
weaved among the coral.

Ian could do nothing but float in place and stare.

This had been Aiden’s dream. It was the reason behind his
wanting to take diving lessons. Aiden had enjoyed the shipwrecks in Lake
Michigan, but always after every dive, he would talk of all the tropical places
he wanted to go. Even in his bedroom, he had hung a large photo print of an
underwater scene so much like what Ian was gazing upon now. But with their
hectic schedules, Aiden never got the chance, never took the time off, to come
to a place like this.

Now, maybe because he was doing something Aiden had always
dreamed of, a sense of peace settled over him.

Ian turned to look for Temaru. Temaru floated nearby, close
enough to reach him quickly, yet far enough away to not be invasive. Ian
watched as Temaru stretched his fingers toward a small, light-blue fish,
allowing it to mouth at his skin. Temaru glanced toward him, his eyes shining
in a smile, and he reached out for him. Ian took his hand again and swam with
him along the reef.

Time became lost to him until the first hint of fatigue
settled in his muscles. Seeming to sense it, Temaru pointed up at the surface
with his thumb. Though reluctant to leave the peace of the new world he’d
discovered, Ian nodded.

They swam languidly back to the boat and made a slow ascent
to the surface. Once they breached, Ian removed his mask and mouthpiece. “That
was incredible!”

Temaru gripped the rope ladder to the boat in one hand. “And
that’s the biggest smile I’ve seen on you since we met.” His tone turned
teasing. “I’m not sure how to take it that some fish could make you smile more
than I could.”

Ian swam to the ladder, holding it with one hand and facing
Temaru. “It wasn’t the fish that made me smile. It was a lot of things, some
that are hard to explain, but you’re definitely what caused it because you
brought me here.”

Temaru leaned toward him. “Then that makes me happy.”

Ian met him in a kiss, Temaru’s lips wet and cool. As he
opened his mouth, he tasted the salt water on Temaru’s lips. He savored the
taste. As Temaru’s tongue moved into Ian’s mouth, it melted away the coolness
left by the water.

Temaru eased back from the kiss, his eyes staying closed for
a few seconds as if he was also savoring Ian’s taste. He nodded toward the
ladder. “You first.”

Ian climbed onto the boat and began unbuckling the harness
for his cylinders. Temaru hauled himself on deck and went behind him, helping
him with the cylinders. Once they were off, he unzipped the back of Ian’s suit,
with Ian returning both favors to him.

Temaru pushed the top of his wetsuit down to hang at his
waist and opened a small chest, pulling out his watch. “We were down there
longer than I thought. It’s after one o’clock.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, it’s just I had an appointment this morning to take a
honeymooning couple snorkeling. After we made our date, I pushed them back
until two. I thought that’d leave us enough time to dive and have lunch, but
it’s going to cut things close. I’ll have to cancel with them.”

Ian moved toward him. “I don’t want you to do that. You’ve
already changed things around enough for me.”

With Ian having taken the top half of his wetsuit down,
Temaru touched the center of Ian’s chest and drew his fingers down. “But I’d
prefer to spend the afternoon with you.”

“I’d like that better too, but I don’t want to mess with
your job. We can do dinner instead of lunch.”

“We could, but,” Temaru laid his hands on Ian’s hips and
brought their bodies together, “then I’d be giving you something else later
than what I already promised.”

“True, but we’ve got a little time and now that I’ve gone
down with you…” Ian knew he didn’t need to finish the sentence. Temaru didn’t
give him a chance anyway. He claimed Ian’s mouth, the kiss demanding and
hungry.

Ian’s arms went around him, holding him tight as the kiss
grew in passion. He pressed against Temaru, asking him with his body to step
back toward the bench at the rear of the boat. Understanding what he wanted,
Temaru took a few steps backward until he reached it. He broke the kiss and
turned his back to Ian.

Ian watched as Temaru pushed the wetsuit off his hips, over
his ass. And that ass was the finest he’d ever seen, the cheeks rounded and
muscled. He noticed Temaru had tan lines, but they were faint, telling him
Temaru must spend time outside nude. That thought alone was enough to make him
ready to come at the lightest touch. Then, Temaru bent forward.

Ian stared at Temaru’s shaven sac hanging heavy between his
legs. All he could think was how badly he wanted to drop to his knees behind
him, lick and suck the sac and devour the small hole bared to him.

Ian took a half step forward before he realized it. He
stopped short as Temaru faced him. He’d thought nothing would be able to top
the perfection of Temaru’s ass…and now he saw his cock. It jutted up toward
Temaru’s navel, long, thick, uncut. His own cock ached in response at the sight
of it. He wanted to lick every inch from the slit to the base and tease the
foreskin until Temaru was coming hard in his mouth.

Temaru stepped close to him and gripped Ian’s wetsuit. He
brought his lips a fraction from touching Ian’s. “I think you’d be more
comfortable without this.”

Ian nodded, too distracted for words with having Temaru’s
cock within range of his touch. He felt Temaru edging his wetsuit down, but not
even that could stop him from reaching for the hard rod. He brushed his fingers
down the shaft. Temaru’s eyes closed, a low groan rumbled in his throat. Ian
clamped his other hand on Temaru’s hip to steady himself, more because of how
sexy Temaru sounded than from the boat’s rocking.

Temaru drew the wetsuit lower. The broad head of Ian cock
appeared, the slit wet with pre-cum. As he shoved the suit down to Ian’s
thighs, he couldn’t pull his gaze from the long rod with its thick girth. He
brought his hips close, his cock bumping against Ian’s. Reaching between them,
he wrapped his fingers around both and squeezed them together.

Ian groaned low in his throat and slid an arm around
Temaru’s lower back.

Temaru brushed his lips over Ian’s. “With you being cut,
you’re going to have to let me dock you.”

A heated rush surged through Ian. “I’ll let you do whatever
you want to me and I’ll definitely let you do that. I’ve never cock docked
before.”

“I’ll have to rectify that.”

“Now?”

Temaru grinned at Ian’s eagerness.

A wave sent the boat rocking. Ian spread his legs wider for
balance.

Temaru kissed him lightly on the lips. “Get on your knees.”

Ian lowered to his knees, his cock sliding through Temaru’s
hand. Temaru kneeled tall in front of him. With his index finger, he beckoned
Ian closer. Ian shuffled close to him, wrapping his arm around Temaru’s lower
back.

Temaru took Ian’s cock in his hand and brought their lips
together at the same moment. He thrust his tongue into Ian’s mouth in time with
the up and down motions of his hand.

Ian reached for Temaru’s cock, his fingers moving lightly
over the foreskin before gripping the shaft. He matched Temaru’s steady pace,
despite wanting to pump him hard and fast and drive them both to come.

Temaru bowed his head, his forehead resting on Ian’s. “So
you know, I’m clean. I thought you should know before we get too far.”

Ian tried to push through the pleasure-drunk haze in his
mind to respond. “I appreciate it and I am too. I just got my most recent results
before leaving for here.”

“Good to know.” Temaru rubbed his thumb over Ian’s slit,
smearing the pre-cum over the head, and took Ian’s mouth in another kiss.

The slick moisture increased Ian’s pleasure. He thrust his
cock into Temaru’s hand.

Temaru slowed the kiss to an end and stopped stroking him.
With the fingertips of both hands, he carefully pulled his foreskin over his
cock head. He positioned Ian’s cock so the tip touched his own. “Hold yours
steady for me.”

Ian took hold of his cock, holding it pressed to Temaru’s,
watching as Temaru gently stretched his foreskin forward. The soft skin covered
the tip of Ian’s cock. Temaru let it slide back off it, then edged it over once
again, pulling it to cover Ian’s full cock head.

Ian closed his eyes, his lips parted to allow his breath to
escape. All the things he’d done sexually, but this was a sensation like
nothing he’d ever felt. Temaru’s foreskin, so soft and tight over his cock
head. But it was more than that. Kneeling with him, their bodies so close,
Temaru’s warm breath on his lips, their cocks pressed slit to slit, joined
together by Temaru’s foreskin, there was a sense of intimacy greater than
anything he’d felt in such a long time.

Temaru lightly wrapped his hand around his foreskin to keep
it in place. He whispered against Ian’s lips, “How does that feel?”

“Fucking incredible,” Ian breathed out.

Temaru lightly bit Ian’s bottom lip. “And we just started.”
He moved his hand in small, slow strokes.