Sam's Secret (Icehome)

Sessah holds a big hand up. "You will never drink alone."

An hour or so later, we're absolutely plastered and I've never had so much fun.

"My turn," I announce loudly, and raise my arms over my head, pretending I'm an Olympic swimmer about to perfect a swan dive. Then I race for the edge of the pool, my feet slipping on the damp stones, and the moment I hit the edge, I do a cannonball, splashing Sessah where he waits on the sidelines.

When I come up from the water, he wheezes with laughter, leaning over on his side and clutching his ribs. "What was that?"

"A mess," I declare, giggling. My head is pleasantly foggy, and everything is so nice right now. I swim over to his side and hop up on the ledge next to him, naked and dripping, and reach over for another drink of sah-sah. We're on bottle two—or is it three?—at this point and I haven't felt so good in a long, long time. "Gimme a drink."

He holds it over my head, laughing. "You drink too much already."

"Bullshit," I declare, getting to my feet and immediately snatching it out of his grip. "You're just trying to keep it to yourself."

"I need more drink than you," he agrees, watching me take another swig. "I am much, much bigger. You are puny and human."

I cough on the drink. "Puny?! " I hand it back to him and watch as he drinks, a few dribbles stealing down his chin. "I'll have you know I am a perfectly adequate human." I poke his arm. "You're the one that grew three sizes when I turned my back."

"I am a man," Sessah agrees.

"Man with a capital 'M' now." I nudge him when he takes another drink. "Your turn."

He hands the container back to me and then gets to his feet. His tail whacks me in the face and I sputter, laughing, as he slips and slides his way to the edge of the pool. He looks really good naked, too. His hair was coming loose from his braid so he took the tie out and shook it free, and now there's just this cascade of wet, inky black hair going down his back and brushing against the base of his tail. Sessah moves to the far end of the pool, pauses, then runs in and jumps, splashing me and the nearby leaves.

"That was a puny splash," I hoot as he surfaces, flinging his hair back. "A human-size splash! You suck!"

"It was a good splash," he protests, his pretty eyes framed by wet lashes. He moves to my side of the pool and hangs off the edge for a moment, gazing up at me. "I think your mind is slowed by sah-sah, or you would know that was the greatest splash a hunter has ever made."

I snort. "Two words for ya. Bull and shit."

He climbs out of the pool as I drink, and nearly gets me in the eye with that big, stabby cock of his that's sticking straight out. It's been like that ever since we started swimming, but Sessah's paid no attention. I'm too drunk to ignore it now, especially since it's in my face. "There's your problem."

Sessah pauses, still standing over me. "What is my problem?"

I wave a hand at his cock. "That. You're not streamlined enough to swim properly. Your aerodynamics are all off."

He squints at me, then down at his cock. His khui is raging—mine is, too—but being drunk makes it easier to ignore. Maybe we'll just stay drunk forever, I decide. Me and Sessah both, just hanging out by the pool for the rest of our lives, drinking and giggling and cannonballing.

"It will not go down," Sessah admits, gingerly touching the tip. It lets out a bead of pre-cum the moment he does, and I can't help but stare. "When you are around, it reacts."

"Then take care of it again," I tell him, hugging the drink to my chest. I keep staring at that bead of liquid on the tip of his cock, watching as it slides down the velvety, almost-purple head and dribbles along the underside. "Like you did the other day."

"Touch myself?" His voice grows thick, his words slurred.

"Yeah," I breathe. "Take the edge off."

"Right now?"

"I don't mind." I take another sip of sah-sah, but it's not providing the same distraction it did a few minutes ago. "Man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."

Sessah gazes at me thoughtfully. His hand steals toward his cock and he watches me, as if waiting to see my reaction. When I don't panic, he wraps his hand around his shaft and sucks in a deep breath.

"Sensitive?" I ask softly.

He jerks his head in a nod and squeezes the base, letting one finger brush over his balls. His hand glides up a bit, moving over the ridges that grace his shaft, and he heads for the crown.