“Oh wow.”
“Told you, but wait until you see the inside.”
“What does Zane do for work?” Could a soldier afford this lifestyle? The grounds stretched wide with green lawn trimmed with every color flower imaginable. Triton wondered who took care of the place while Zane was deployed.
“Both of us inherited money from our grandfather. Zane spent his half on this, and I spent some of mine on my house and invested the rest in stock.”
“You’ll be set for life?”
“Yes.”
Diesel took his hand and luggage before guiding him up the front steps.
Molly bounded ahead of them.
The front entryway spilled open into a wide room with marble flooring. The dog’s nails clicked on the floor as she went exploring.
A massive kitchen sat off to one side and a large living room on the other.
The length of the house in the back was completely glass windows.
He moved toward the view. Below, tall pine trees surrounded the back of the house, enclosing a large garden and walling off the house from any outside viewing. The pathway was cobblestone through the grounds. Spring was displayed in every color imaginable in flower beds that lined the walkway. In the middle of it all stood a bubbling fountain.
“Oh wow.” He stared open-mouthed down at the backyard until Diesel drew him away. “Who takes care of the place?”
“Zane hires a local couple who come and keep the place clean and tend the grounds.”
“It’s like a mansion.”
“Come on,” Diesel said with a smile. “I’ll show you where the stairs are to access the garden below if you want to take a walk later.”
“I’d love that.”
Diesel dropped both of their bags near the end of the hallway.
“You’ll have your own bathroom,” Diesel said, opening the door to a large guest room. Disappointment swept over him at the separate rooms, but he smiled because this was better than the alternative of not being near Diesel at all.
“I’ll be taking Zane’s room since the bed is bigger.” Diesel smirked.
Triton smiled.
“Come on, I want to show you the best part.” He curled his hand in Diesel’s large palm. His pulse hummed when those large fingers tightened against his. Walking through a set of double doors off the living room, they headed down a wide set of stairs. Reaching the ground level, the whole room opened up.
In the middle of the room, with steam rising from the surface, sat a massive swimming pool with a Jacuzzi at one end. Along one wall looked to be a bar with liquor bottles lining glass shelves behind it. To the right of the bar, a door to a smaller room displayed a tidily made bed and a restroom.
“I’m in love.” He crouched and dipped his fingers in the warm water.
Here, just like the upstairs, the whole back of the house was glass. The garden was on full display at ground level with glass doors for accessing the cobblestone pathway.
“Come on, I want to show you where the firewood is. I want to make a fire tonight,” Diesel said.
Bundled up against the coolness, they followed Molly as she bounded down the wet path.
Reaching the woodshed, Diesel unlatched the door.
“Zane doesn’t keep it locked, but we do need to latch it so no wild animals get inside.”
“Okay.” Triton stepped inside.
“You load me up.”
Triton smiled and filled Diesel’s arms with several pieces of wood.
“I saw your wood pile on the side of your house beneath an awning. Does that keep it dry enough in the rain?” he asked, following Diesel back to the house and inside.
“It’s dry enough. The fire will dry it out enough to burn.” Diesel dumped the wood in the holder next to the brick fireplace and stacked a few pieces on the grate. After the wood was ready, Diesel stood instead of lighting it.
“Want to take a swim or eat before I light this?”
“I don’t have a suit.”
“You can go in your briefs.” Diesel smiled.
Pictures of Diesel’s massive body laid bare wearing only his boxers flashed through his mind and he bit his lip.
“Okay.” Did Diesel mean now? Or did he mean later? There was no way he could hide his hard dick through his briefs. The struggle was real.
“Let’s eat first,” Diesel said, ending his dilemma.
Triton
The warm water caressed his body as he floated. He wore nothing but his white briefs knowing the water showed the outline of his cock, but where before he’d worried a bit, now he couldn’t be bothered to care.
He gazed up at the intricate tile designs on the ceiling above his head. A splash signaled Diesel returning to the water after having made a drink at the bar. After the first initial shock of Diesel’s ass showing through the thin material of his boxers, Triton tried to keep from ogling the guy. But damn if he didn’t want to. He spun gently in the water and peeked up. Diesel’s eyes were on him and had been off and on for the past half an hour.
Flipping over, he gently swam closer. Diesel quirked a brow and eased onto his back, legs and arms outstretched, floating.
Triton curled his fingers on Diesel’s ankle and tugged until his chest brushed against the hair on the bigger man’s calf. He skimmed his fingers along the inside of Diesel’s knee.
Diesel stopped floating and rose to stand in the water, breaking their contact.
Triton licked at his lips, tipping his head back to gaze upward.
Diesel wrapped a large hand around his throat, forcing his head back. Triton drifted closer. Diesel’s other hand wrapped around his waist and brought him up against his body. The roughness and smattering of hair scraped his skin, and he arched, their bodies flush.
With a flash of desire in Diesel’s green eyes, his lips were suddenly brushing his throat.
“Oh god.” Triton’s head fell back farther, offering himself up, his own hands swept over the muscles along Diesel’s biceps and shoulders.
Diesel feasted on his neck, sucking, nipping, and tonguing his skin. Triton moaned and tangled his fingers into Diesel’s hair, gripping him hard.
Diesel’s flashing smile heated him almost as much as the man’s hand fisting in his hair holding him still. He fell into the lips taking his in a long possessive kiss. The building need pebbled his skin with goosebumps and his cock grew painfully hard.
Diesel released his mouth, and Triton gasped again, darting his tongue against his swollen lips. Diesel chuckled softly and began teasing his mouth all over again, from his lips, neck, to his shoulders, and then down to his nipples. Nibbling and licking them, Triton rose to his toes at the rough kisses.
The rough beard and mustache left pink patches on his wet skin and drew gasps from his throat.
Diesel divested himself of his boxers. Sounds of need came from Triton’s throat and his briefs were brushed away by Diesel’s strong hands.
“Please,” he whimpered against Diesel’s wet dark head.
Gloriously naked, he wound himself, arms and legs, around Diesel.
“I’ve got you, boy,” Diesel rumbled, taking the steps up and out of the water, carrying him poolside until they reached the spare room.
Snatching up towels for the bed, Diesel sat him on his feet and yanked back the comforter and then drew him to the bed.