Truth was, although it was an adorable trait, Gannon really was a bit nerdy. So, naturally, Cam had assumed he was simply skinny. Nope. He was cut. From where he stood, Cam could even make out the washboard abs and that sexy V that arrowed down between Gannon’s legs.

Definitely not skinny.

Not that it would’ve made a damn bit of difference. He liked Gannon. A hell of a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And now, watching him stroll down to the water, his fully hard, long, thick cock protruding up from his body, Cam fought the urge to grab his own dick and show it some five-finger love.

Sure, skinny-dipping with Gannon probably wasn’t the greatest idea he’d ever had. If he’d been smart, he would’ve settled for sitting on the sandy shore with Gannon next to him—fully clothed—but when he’d realized Gannon had a fear of the water, Cam had wanted to help him to get over that.

That was when distracting him had come to mind.

Once Gannon made it into the water, he continued to walk toward Cam, his movements jerky and slow. As though he didn’t trust the ground beneath him. Cam remained where he was, his body submerged up to his chest as he waited for Gannon to join him. Since it was early June, the water was cool but not too bad.

“I hope like hell those aren’t fish I feel,” Gannon muttered, his nose scrunched.

“Those are fish,” Cam confirmed with a chuckle.

Gannon outwardly cringed but continued to make his way into deeper water until they were standing only a few inches apart.

“I’m proud of you,” Cam told him, his tone sober.

“Well, if it weren’t for the fact you were naked out here, you can bet your ass I wouldn’t have left dry land.”

“Whatever it takes,” Cam answered, reaching for Gannon’s hand. “You know how to swim, right?”

Gannon nodded.

“Come on.”

Linking their fingers together, Cam led Gannon to deeper water, releasing his hand when they were deep enough to tread water.

“I promise, you’re safe with me,” Cam told him, swimming closer. “Relax.”

“Easy for you to say.” Gannon’s words were choppy, as though he was still nervous.

Knowing he would never get Gannon to relax by forcing him, Cam reached for his hand once again as he swam backward, searching with his feet for the ground. Once he was able to stand up, he tugged Gannon toward him, wrapping his arms around his waist, his fingers kneading the tense muscles of Gannon’s back as their bodies slid together.

Gannon hissed, his hands clutching Cam’s biceps. “This is dangerous,” Gannon whispered.

“Don’t I know it,” Cam said on an exhale, and like Gannon, he wasn’t referring to swimming at night.

The sexual tension tightened substantially as they stood there neck-deep in the water, skin to skin, motionless, staring back at one another. Cam knew one of them had to make a move. And soon.

Something swam by his legs, and Cam felt a tremor race through Gannon. The man was terrified, but he was still out there, and that meant more to Cam than anything.

“Put your legs around me, Gannon,” Cam ordered, pulling him closer.

Gannon hesitated only briefly but then allowed Cam to shift him so that Gannon’s legs were wrapped around Cam’s waist. He ignored his dick as it roared to life, sliding against Gannon’s ass.

Who thought this was a good idea?

The buoyancy of the water allowed him to embrace Gannon easily, holding him tighter until Gannon understood what Cam wanted. When Gannon’s arms wrapped around his neck and his lips came down over his, Cam dragged in a breath, allowing Gannon to control the kiss as he sucked Cam’s lower lip. They remained exactly like that for what felt like hours, mouths fused, Gannon’s hands sliding over Cam’s back, shoulders, and arms.

“Brace yourself with your legs,” Cam instructed, then released Gannon’s back so that his hands were free. With ease, Cam slid both hands between their bodies, gripping Gannon’s thick erection gently at first, watching those dark eyes widen.

Gannon hissed. “Cam...”

The single word sounded like a warning, but Cam didn’t heed it.

“Kiss me,” Cam demanded, continuing to double fist Gannon’s heavy cock, stroking slowly beneath the water as Gannon’s mouth returned to his. They were breathing too hard to maintain the kiss, though.

Gannon growled, hands clutching Cam’s head, holding him still as he rested his forehead against Cam’s. They were swapping air between them.

“We can’t…”

“Just this,” Cam whispered. “Just need to make you come for me.”

“Aw, fuck,” Gannon growled, his hips bucking forward, driving his dick into Cam’s hand. “More.”

Cam gave Gannon what he asked for, tightening his grip and stroking him more firmly. Faster. Harder.

He alternated, slowing his pace, thumbing the broad head of Gannon’s dick, then stroking him once again. He continued to watch Gannon’s face, enjoying the sexual tension that drew his mouth into a hard line. The distraction was definitely working.

“Cam.” Gannon’s breath fanned Cam’s face. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

“Kiss me while you come for me,” Cam said softly.

Cam changed the angle of his hands, allowing him to tug Gannon’s cock more insistently, jerking him beneath the water as their mouths crashed together, Gannon’s tongue working against his. Gannon’s kiss was unlike anything Cam had ever felt before. Powerful. Possessive. The way he used his teeth to pull at Cam’s lower lip… It drove him fucking wild.

And though Cam was holding Gannon, jacking him off right there in the water, Cam knew without a doubt that Gannon had complete control over this situation.

Over him.

Gannon’s arms tightened around Cam’s head as he held on, his mouth hovering by Cam’s ear.

“Fuck, Cam,” Gannon whispered, his body tensing. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.”

Cam didn’t stop; he worked Gannon’s dick faster.

“Oh, shit,” Gannon crooned. “I’m… Ah, fuck. I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me,” Cam insisted softly.

Gannon’s entire body stiffened, every muscle going rigid as his dick pulsed in Cam’s hand. Cam slowed, tightening his grip more, milking Gannon’s seed from him. When some of the tension in Gannon’s legs eased, Cam loosened his hand, caressing Gannon as he came down from his climax, arms still wrapped around him.

Although they were moving a little faster than Cam had intended, he couldn’t say he was disappointed.

Not by a long shot.

Thankfully they were in the water, because Gannon’s legs were shaky as he forced his feet back to the ground, arms still clutching Cam close.

“I didn’t expect that,” he admitted, sliding his lips against Cam’s smooth, warm neck.

“Are you relaxed, at least?”

Gannon pulled back and met Cam’s beautiful gaze. “A little.”

Cam flashed that brilliant grin and Gannon answered in kind.

“I told you I’d keep you safe. Now swim with me.”

Still trying to get his bearings, Gannon nodded. He suddenly realized he hadn’t paid any attention to the water or what critters were likely lurking beneath the surface while Cam had given him the best hand job of his entire life.

Though he was still nervous, not exactly excited to be in the dark water, he decided to trust Cam on this one. Forcing his legs to move beneath him, he followed Cam out into the deeper water. They didn’t remain out there for long before they journeyed back toward shore, and Gannon was grateful for that.

He trusted Cam when he said he’d keep him safe, but that didn’t mean he was enjoying himself. However, he was trying because he knew this was Cam’s world. The man was like a fish, moving with such masculine grace, body slicing through the water easily, effortlessly. Gannon was more like a fish out of water, flopping around, jerking wildly when something brushed against his leg. Quite frankly, it was embarrassing and he was glad it was dark.