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NSFW - Waves of Slaybrook - 6 (Gay)

"I thought you'd never ask," he whispered back, echoing his words from earlier that day. Then he was kissing Charlie again, slower this time but no less passionate as they took the time to undress each other properly, their hands lingering on every curve and contour of the other's body. Fingertips traced the lines of Charlie's collarbone before slowly dragging down, skimming over his chest and abs with a feather-light touch that left goosebumps in its wake. They savored each new expanse of skin as it was revealed to them, marveling at the feel of heated flesh beneath their eager hands.

Jayson took his time unbuttoning Charlie's shirt, one button at a time, letting anticipation build with each exposed inch. He leaned in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of Charlie's throat, tasting the salt of his skin and inhaling deeply to memorize his scent. His hands mapped out the planes of Charlie's back, kneading into the firm muscles there before dipping down to grip at his waist.

As the final remnants of fabric fluttered to the floor, Jayson paused, his gaze drinking in the breathtaking sight before him with an intensity that was almost palpable. He allowed himself a moment to simply admire Charlie's nude form, taking in every dip and curve, committing it to memory as if it were a priceless work of art. The air between them seemed to crackle with a palpable energy, a testament to the deep, all-consuming desire that had taken hold.

Jayson's eyes flicked upwards, meeting Charlie's smoldering gaze. Those captivating eyes held a universe of want and longing, pupils so widely dilated that only a thin ring of blue remained visible - a striking contrast to the quickening pulse at the base of his throat, which betrayed the depth of his arousal.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull any longer, Jayson reached out with trembling hands. He began his exploration at Charlie's shoulders, broad and strong beneath his touch, tracing the contours of bone and muscle with a reverence usually reserved for the most sacred of rituals. His fingers trailed down the length of Charlie's arms, mapping the play of sinew and strength that lay just beneath the surface of his skin.

Smooth as silk and warm to the touch, Charlie's skin seemed to invite Jayson's caress, to beg for more of his intimate attention. The texture changed subtly as he moved lower, becoming softer, more sensitive. Jayson could feel Charlie's pulse jumping beneath his fingertips, a primal rhythm that echoed the pounding of his own heart.

Dipping his head, Jayson nuzzled into the hollow at the base of Charlie's throat, inhaling deeply the scent of his skin - clean and masculine with an undercurrent of something uniquely Charlie. His lips brushed over the racing beat of Charlie's heart, tracing its path upwards to the peak of his shoulder. The heat radiating from Charlie's body was palpable, seeping into Jayson's own skin until he felt branded by it.

Unable to resist any longer, Jayson captured one of Charlie's nipples between his lips, drawing it into his mouth and suckling gently. The bud tightened under his ministrations, sending a jolt straight to Charlie's core. Jayson swirled his tongue around the sensitive flesh, coaxing out a gasp that he could feel vibrating through every inch of Charlie's body.

He lavished this newfound source of pleasure with all the skill and attention he possessed, determined to stoke the flames of desire higher and higher until they consumed them both entirely. In that singular, suspended moment in time, the rest of the universe seemed to dissolve away, fading into an insignificant blur at the periphery of their consciousness. The bustling city streets, the chatter of passersby, even the gentle rustling of leaves in the warm breeze - all of it receded, growing muffled and distant, until it was little more than a faint echo in the vast expanse of their shared oblivion. Their world narrowed down to an infinitely small point, a pinprick of existence that centered solely on the place where their bodies made contact, a boundary line drawn by fate itself.

At this nexus of being, every sensation became amplified, each nerve ending singing with heightened awareness. The texture of his shirt beneath her fingertips, the firmness of his chest as it rose and fell with each breath, the whisper-soft brush of her hair against his jawline - these minute details blossomed into a symphony of touch, a silent poem written in braille upon their skins. Their bodies pressed together like two halves of a long-lost whole, fitting seamlessly despite the vast differences in their forms, as if sculpted by the same unseen hand to interlock perfectly.

And yet, it was more than mere physical proximity that forged this intense connection; it was an invisible force, an electric current that crackled and snapped in the air between them. It danced along the fine hairs on the backs of their arms, raised gooseflesh in its wake, and sent shivers cascading down their spines like dominoes toppled by a gentle breeze. This palpable energy seemed to hum with a life all its own, pulsing in rhythm to the staccato beats of their intertwined hearts.

It was a force that defied explanation, a phenomenon as inexplicable as it was undeniable. A silent scream, a whispered plea, a thousand unspoken words all rolled into one - the connection between them thrummed with an intensity that bordered on pain, yet was so exquisite it was almost impossible to bear. In this moment, they were no longer two separate entities, but a single being, bound together by invisible threads of desire and destiny.

Jayson took his time preparing Charlie for his entry. Deftly using his fingers to lube and stretch Charlie open to make this as good for Charlie as it would be for himself. "Are you ready for this Charlie? I need to be inside you!"

Charlie nodded, a moaned 'Yesss. I'm ready." falling from his lips as he felt Jayson move into position behind him.

Jayson, with a look of intense focus etched upon his face, positions himself behind Charlie's upturned derriere. He takes a moment to admire the sight before him - the two perfectly rounded globes, the tight pink pucker nestled between them, quivering slightly in anticipation. Jayson reaches out, his large hands gripping Charlie's cheeks and kneading the supple flesh, parting them wider to reveal the hidden treasure within.

He leans in closer, inhaling deeply the intimate musk that rises from Charlie's most private place. The scent is heady and intoxicating, a pheromone-laced perfume designed by nature itself to drive desire. Jayson's heart pounds in his chest as he aligns himself, the thick head of his manhood prodding insistently at Charlie's tightly clenched entrance.

With a grunt of primal need, Jayson begins to push forward, his hips rocking steadily as he works his substantial length into Charlie's resisting hole. He feels the initial give, the outer ring of muscle stretching taut around his invading girth. Inch by excruciating inch, he sinks deeper, breaching the first barrier and driving onward.

Charlie gasps and clenches beneath him, his body instinctively tensing against the sudden penetration. But Jayson persists, his strong hands gripping Charlie's hips for leverage as he continues his relentless advance. He hilts himself fully, his heavy balls coming to rest against Charlie's taint, marking his complete domination of Charlie's most intimate space.

Jayson pauses there, buried to the root in Charlie's hot, velvet vice. He savors the exquisite pressure surrounding him, the way Charlie's inner walls ripple and flutter around his throbbing shaft. After a moment of stillness, he begins to move, drawing back slowly until only the tip remains inside, before thrusting forward again, setting a deep, powerful rhythm that rocks Charlie's entire body with each forceful stroke.

The room fills with the crude symphony of their coupling - the slap of flesh on flesh, the creaking of the bed frame beneath them, and their escalating moans and grunts of pleasure. Jayson loses himself in the primal act, his hips pistoning back and forth as he claims Charlie thoroughly, staking his lustful desires upon the quivering flesh beneath him. He rails into Charlie's hole with wild abandon, chasing his own selfish pleasure even as he brings Charlie to new heights of ecstasy with every thrusting stroke. The lewd spectacle of Jayson rutting into Charlie's ass is a debauched vision of carnal lust unleashed, a testament to the raw, animalistic nature of their desire for one another.

"Yes, fuck! Take it, Charlie!" Jayson snarled, his fingers digging into the flesh of Charlie's hips hard enough to leave bruises. Sweat dripped down his chest and back as he pistoned in and out of that tight heat, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

With a guttural moan of ecstasy, Jayson finally reached his peak. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside Charlie's ass as he flooded him with spurt after spurt of hot cum, marking him from the inside out. "Oh fuck, Charlie! Yes!" Jayson cried out, his hips jerking sporadically as he rode out the waves of his intense orgasm.

Panting heavily, Jayson collapsed forward onto Charlie's back, his softening member still buried deep inside him. They remained like that for several long moments, basking in the afterglow and savoring the intimate connection between them.

Finally, with a gentle kiss to Charlie's shoulder, Jayson carefully pulled out, watching in satisfaction as some of his release dribbled out of Charlie's well-used hole. He flopped onto his back beside Charlie, throwing an arm around him and pulling him close.

"Wow..." Jayson breathed out, still trying to catch his breath. "That was incredible, Charlie. I love you so much." 

Charlie rolled over to face him with a lazy smile, trailing fingertips over the sweat-slicked planes of Jayson's chest. "I love you too, Jayson. More than anything," he murmured back softly before leaning in for a slow, deep kiss filled with tender affection.

They lay there tangled up together, basking in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking and the deeper connection they shared. The rest of the world could wait - right now, all that mattered was each other and the love they found in one another's arms... 

They lay there still tangled together, gasping for air and kissing one another.

Later, when it was finally Charlie's turn to take control, he did so with a fervor that stole Jayson's breath away. Strong hands gripped at his hips as Charlie pushed him down onto the bed, crawling over him with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He started at Jayson's throat, lips and teeth and tongue working in tandem to mark and worship every inch of exposed flesh.

Charlie took his time exploring Jayson's body like an explorer charting new territory - mapping out each dip and swell with lips and hands that seemed to be everywhere at once. He lingered over the sensitive spots he'd learned drove Jayson wild, tracing the shell of his ear, worrying his bottom lip between teeth, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the hollow of his throat.

As he worked his way down Jayson's torso, Charlie took his time admiring each muscle that twitched and jumped beneath his touch. He followed the line of Jayson's sternum with a teasing finger before dipping lower, circling Jayson's navel before dipping even lower still to wrap a hand around his straining arousal.

Jayson gasped at the contact, hips jerking up into Charlie's touch as a strangled moan escaped him. But Charlie just smiled against his skin, stroking him slowly and firmly until Jayson was reduced to a writhing, begging mess beneath him. He took his time lavishing attention on every inch of Jayson's body, determined to show him through touch alone just how deeply he adored and desired him.

With each press of lips, each caress of hands on heated skin, Charlie poured every ounce of his love and longing into the act. He worshipped Jayson like a man possessed, like he was trying to crawl inside his very skin to be closer to him. 

He leaned down to capture Jayson's mouth in a searing kiss as he reached for the lube on the bedside table. "Don't worry baby," Charlie purred against Jayson's lips, popping open the cap and slicking up his fingers. "I'm gonna take real good care of you..."

Charlie began to prepare Jayson with gentle, teasing strokes, circling that tight pucker and slowly sinking one finger in deep. He worked Jayson open with careful patience, adding more lube and fingers as he felt him start to relax and push back against the intrusion.

Soon, Charlie judged Jayson was ready enough. Settling between his spread thighs, he took himself in hand, stroking his thick length and aligning it with Jayson's entrance. He met Jayson's heated gaze, his own dark with desire. "Breathe for me," Charlie instructed softly as he began to push forward.

There was a moment of resistance before the head popped past that tight ring of muscle. They both groaned at the sensation and Charlie paused, letting Jayson adjust to the stretch. Then slowly, carefully, he pressed in deeper, inch by hard-won inch until he was fully hilted inside Jayson's silken heat.

"Fuck, Jayson," Charlie gasped out, overwhelmed by the incredible tightness gripping his cock like a vise. "You feel amazing... So hot and perfect around me."

Jayson could only moan brokenly in response, eyes fluttering shut as he savored being so utterly filled and claimed. He felt every ridge and vein of Charlie's thick shaft rubbing against his inner walls, stoking the fire building low in his belly.

When Jayson nodded that he was okay, Charlie began to move. He started with slow, deep rolls of his hips, letting Jayson feel every inch of him as he pulled out almost completely before sliding back in. The drag of his cock along Jayson's passage lit up every nerve ending, drawing high, breathy cries from his lover.

Charlie built a steady rhythm, picking up speed and force as Jayson started to meet his thrusts with eager upward rocks of his hips. Soon the room filled with the lewd symphony of their coupling - flesh slapping against flesh, headboard banging against the wall, and their mingled moans of ecstasy.

"Oh god, Charlie!" Jayson keened, fingers scrabbling for purchase on Charlie's sweat-slicked back. "Harder! Please!"

Snarling, Charlie complied, pistoning his hips with wild abandon as he pounded into Jayson's willing body. He changed his angle to nail that secret sweet spot deep inside on every thrust, determined to make this good for Jayson like Jayson had done for him.

Jayson came undone with a scream of Charlie's name, back arching off the bed as he spilled between their sweat-slicked bodies. The rhythmic clench and flutter of his inner muscles milked Charlie's cock as he chased his own rapidly approaching peak.

With one final, brutal thrust, Charlie buried himself to the hilt in Jayson's spasming heat and let go. He came with a hoarse shout, painting Jayson's insides with spurt after spurt of his hot release as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sated limbs and racing hearts as they floated down from the heights of their shared passion. Charlie gathered Jayson close, peppering his face and neck with soft kisses.

"I love you so much," Charlie murmured fervently between kisses. "My beautiful Jayson... My everything."

Jayson hummed contentedly, nuzzling into Charlie's touch as he basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. He knew he felt the exact same way - that Charlie was his home, his heart, his soulmate.

And with that perfect, intimate moment, they drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms, ready to face whatever tomorrow might bring together... 

NSFW - Waves of Slaybrook - 5 (Gay)

His dad chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder. "Son, you're 19 - if you've found someone who makes you happy, I'm hardly going to give you grief about it just because that person happens to be a guy."

Charlie gaped at his dad in shock, overwhelmed by this unexpected show of acceptance from someone he'd been so sure would disapprove. "Wow... I mean, thank you Dad," he managed finally. "I wasn't sure how you'd react but... I'm really glad you're okay with it." 

"Of course I am," his dad said simply. "I want you to be happy Charlie, and if Jayson is a part of that now? Well, then he's welcome in my book."

They talked for a little while longer about Charlie's new relationship - his dad asking thoughtful questions but never pushing too hard or prying uncomfortably. By the end of it, Charlie felt lighter than he had in years... like a weight he'd been carrying forever had finally been lifted.

"Hey Dad?" Charlie asked as his father stood to leave, an idea suddenly occurring to him. "Would you maybe want to invite Jayson over for dinner sometime soon? I mean... if things keep going well between us and all..."

His dad smiled warmly at the suggestion, nodding right away. "I think that sounds like a great idea," he agreed readily. "You two can come over whenever you're ready... we'll cook up something special."

Charlie beamed back at his dad, hardly able to believe this was really happening - that not only had he found someone incredible in Jayson but that his own father was being so supportive about it too.

"Thanks Dad," Charlie said sincerely as they headed out of the room. "I'll let you know when we can make that happen."

And with a newfound spring in his step and heart full to bursting, Charlie picked up his phone again - eager now to share this amazing news with Jayson... and maybe even start planning their first real date together as a couple.

Because suddenly the future seemed so much brighter and more exciting than it ever had before - and all because of one incredible guy named Jayson who'd crashed into Charlie's life like a bolt from the blue...

And as he typed out a message to his boyfriend (he could hardly believe he was allowed to think that!) inviting him over for dinner soon, Charlie couldn't help but grin like an idiot... 

He had a feeling this was only the beginning of their adventure together - and he couldn't wait to see what other amazing things they'd experience side by side. But one thing was for certain...

No matter what challenges lay ahead? With Jayson by his side, Charlie knew he could face anything - as long as they faced it together. And that made all the difference in the world... 

(Day 3 - Later Evening.) 

Charlie's phone buzzed with an incoming call from Jayson just as he was about to hit send on his message. He smiled and answered, putting the device to his ear.

"Hey you," Charlie greeted warmly, already grinning like an idiot just at the sound of Jayson's voice. "I was just about to text you..."

"I beat you to it," Jayson teased back, but there was a slight edge to his tone that made Charlie pause.

"What's up?" he asked, sitting up straighter on his bed. "You okay?"

Jayson hesitated for a moment before sighing heavily. "Yeah... I just... You mentioned something about your dad knowing about us? And inviting me over for dinner?"

Charlie nodded before remembering Jayson couldn't see him and quickly replied, "Yeah, that's what we were talking about earlier..." 

He launched into the details of his conversation with his dad - how he'd basically outed himself and Jayson to his father, and how surprisingly accepting and supportive his dad had been about the whole thing.

"I can't believe it," Charlie finished excitedly. "I thought for sure he'd freak out or something, but instead he was like... 'Hey, if you're happy then I'm okay with it.' It's amazing!"

There was another pause on Jayson's end, longer this time. When he finally spoke again, his voice sounded more thoughtful than enthusiastic.

"Wow... That's great for you Charlie," Jayson said slowly, as if trying to process the information. "I mean... I'm really happy your dad is so cool about it."

Charlie frowned slightly at the hesitation in Jayson's voice - he'd been hoping his boyfriend would be just as thrilled by this development as he was. 

"But? There's a 'but' there somewhere, isn't there?" Charlie prodded gently.

Jayson sighed again, and when he spoke next, his words came out in a rush like they were being forced out of him. "It's just... I'm not used to people knowing about this part of my life, you know? About me liking guys and all that."

He sounded almost vulnerable for a moment - a side Charlie rarely got to see of the usually confident and charismatic man he was falling for.

"I guess I'm just worried it'll be weird if your parents know... what if they don't really like me or something?" Jayson admitted, a hint of insecurity coloring his voice. 

Charlie's heart melted at this rare glimpse into his boyfriend's softer side - and at the realization that even someone as put-together as Jayson could have fears and doubts too.

"Hey," he said softly but firmly, "They will love you, Jay... just like I do."

Jayson made a choked sound that might have been a laugh or a sob before quickly muffling it. Charlie smiled to himself - maybe this was harder for his boyfriend than he'd expected, but they would get through it together.

"I mean it," Charlie continued seriously. "You're amazing, Jayson - any parent would be lucky to have you in their kid's life. And my parents... well, they might surprise you with how chill and accepting they can be."

There was a moment of silence before Jayson spoke again, his voice stronger now with gratitude shining through every word.

"Thank you Charlie," he said simply. "For being so understanding about this... and for wanting to include me in your life like this. It means a lot."

Charlie grinned, feeling like his heart might burst from how happy and full it was. "Hey - we're in this together now, right? Whatever comes next..."

"Together," Jayson agreed readily, the smile clear in his voice now too.

And as they hung up with plans to talk more tomorrow and start figuring out a good time for that dinner invite, Charlie couldn't help but marvel at how far they'd come - from two guys who'd never even considered being anything more than friends... 

To this. To a real relationship built on trust, respect, and a deepening love that only seemed to grow with each passing day. And while there would certainly be challenges ahead (like Jayson's understandable nerves about meeting the parents), Charlie had no doubt they could weather anything as long as they faced it side by side.

Because sometimes the greatest adventures - and the most rewarding ones? Were the ones you never saw coming... but that ended up changing your life in the best possible ways. And for Charlie?

He had a feeling his adventure with Jayson was only just beginning... and he couldn't wait to see where it would take them next. But one thing was certain - no matter what came their way?

They'd face it together... 

And that made all the difference in the world.

(Day 4 - Morning.)

Charlie woke up with a smile on his face, his mind still buzzing with excitement from the revelations and plans of the previous day. He reached for his phone and saw a good morning text from Jayson, complete with a cute emoji. His grin widened as he replied, already missing their heated encounter from yesterday but eager to see him again soon.

Unable to stand being apart any longer, Charlie called Jayson directly. "Hey handsome," he greeted when the other man picked up.

Jayson chuckled sleepily on the other end. "Well good morning to you too, beautiful. To what do I owe this early morning wake-up call?"

"Can't a guy just want to hear his boyfriend's voice?" Charlie teased. "But also... I was thinking you could come over today? Spend some time together, maybe have dinner with my family if they're around..."

There was a brief pause before Jayson responded enthusiastically, "I thought you'd never ask! Count me in."

"Awesome, can't wait to see you," Charlie replied, already feeling his heart race at the prospect of having Jayson all to himself for the day. They agreed on a time and said their goodbyes with airy kisses that made Charlie shiver.

The morning passed quickly as Charlie tidied up his room and showered, wanting everything to be perfect for when Jayson arrived. He settled on just throwing on a pair of boxers - it was casual but gave a tantalizing preview of what was underneath the thin fabric.

Just as he finished straightening up, there was a knock at the front door. Charlie hurried down the stairs and swung open the front door to reveal Jayson standing there with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a devilish grin on his face.

"Well don't you look... comfortable," Jayson remarked, his eyes raking appreciatively over Charlie's barely clothed form. He stepped inside and kicked off his shoes before pulling Charlie flush against him, hands settling low on the other man's hips.

Charlie hummed and nuzzled into Jayson's neck, breathing in that comforting, arousing scent he'd come to associate with home and safety and pleasure. "I thought you might like this look," he murmured back playfully, rolling his hips subtly against Jayson's to punctuate the point.

Jayson groaned softly and tightened his grip on Charlie's waist. "Oh I do," he rumbled low in his throat before dipping his head down to capture Charlie's lips in a searing kiss that quickly turned heated as they stumbled back towards Charlie's bedroom, mouths locked and hands already roaming greedily.

They tumbled onto the bed together with Jayson on top straddling Charlie's hips, his own clothes already starting to feel too constricting. Charlie reached up to tug impatiently at Jayson's shirt, desperate to get him naked and pressed against him properly.

"Hey," he gasped out between kisses as they ground against each other, "wanna make love? Like... really make love?" His voice was husky with need but also soft with tender affection.

Jayson paused and looked down at Charlie, his blue eyes dark and molten with desire. He brushed a gentle thumb across Charlie's cheek before leaning down to rest their foreheads together.

NSFW - Waves of Slaybrook - 4 (Gay)

Finally spent, they collapsed together on the couch, Jayson's softening cock slipping from Charlie's mouth with a wet pop. They made out lazily as they caught their breath, tasting each other's pleasure mingled on their lips and tongues.

"Wow," Jayson said eventually, his voice rough and sated. "That was... wow. You're a natural, you know that?"

Charlie flushed at the praise, ducking his head shyly against Jayson's chest. "I'm just happy I could make you feel good," he murmured back. "That was amazing..."

They cuddled quietly for a while then, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion - not talking about the deeper implications, but letting themselves enjoy this new intimacy without pressure or expectation.

But as the afternoon light began to fade outside the windows and their breathing returned to normal, Charlie knew they'd have to face those bigger questions eventually. This thing between them was moving fast... but he couldn't bring himself to regret a single moment of it.

Because for the first time in his life, Charlie felt truly seen and accepted for who he was - quirks, desires and all. And if that meant re-evaluating everything he thought he knew about himself and his sexuality? Well... he was ready for that adventure.

He glanced up at Jayson with a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth, their eyes meeting in a moment of perfect understanding and connection. They'd figure this out together - whatever came next. But for now?

Now they were content to simply enjoy each other's company... and maybe sneak in another kiss or two (or ten) while no one was looking. 

Because hey - even the most epic love stories have to start somewhere. And for Charlie and Jayson? This was just the beginning of theirs. The very best part, in fact... 

The part where they got to explore each other, learn about each other, fall deeper and deeper under each other's spell with every passing moment. It wouldn't always be easy - they both knew that. But it would be worth it.

Because sometimes? The greatest adventures are the ones you never saw coming... but once they start, you can't imagine your life without them. And for Charlie?

He had a feeling this was going to be one hell of an adventure indeed... 

(Day 3 - Evening.) 

As much as Charlie wanted to stay in Jayson's arms all night long, he knew they had to part ways for the evening. His parents would be home from their dinner engagement soon, and while they were pretty laid-back, Charlie wasn't quite ready for them to know about his budding relationship with Jayson just yet.

With a sigh, Charlie disentangled himself from Jayson's embrace, immediately feeling the loss of his warmth. "You should probably head out before my parents get back," he said reluctantly, starting to gather up his clothes that were strewn haphazardly around the living room where they'd been too eager to undress each other to make it to the bedroom.

Jayson nodded in understanding, looking just as disappointed to see their time together cut short. "Yeah, I should probably get going... my roommate will wonder what happened to me if I don't show up soon."

They shared one last deep, lingering kiss before Jayson reluctantly headed for the door, throwing a heated smile over his shoulder at Charlie. "Text me later?" 

"Definitely," Jayson promised with a wink that held the promise of many more heated encounters to come.

Jayson practically floated home, a permanent grin plastered on his face as he replayed every delicious moment of their time together in his head. He knew he was walking funny after their session, but he couldn't bring himself to care - let people think what they wanted. All Jayson cared about was the way his body ached so pleasantly and Charlie's taste still lingering on his tongue.

Charlie let himself relax and then started cleaning up just as he heard his parents' voices drifting from the living room. They had just gotten home mere minutes before. Bracing himself, Charlie headed to join them, trying not to look too guilty... or satisfied.

"Hey Mom, Dad," he greeted casually as he entered the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge in what he hoped was an innocent gesture.

His parents looked up from their own drinks and exchanged a glance that spoke volumes. Charlie tried not to squirm under their combined gaze, wondering if they could somehow smell sex on him or read it all over his face... 

But after a beat of charged silence, his dad just cleared his throat and said, "Hey son. Have a good day?"

Charlie relaxed slightly at the neutral question, nodding. "Yeah, I did actually... hung out with Jayson mostly." He shrugged like it was no big deal even as his heart raced at saying Jayson's name in front of them.

His mom hummed noncommittally and Charlie waited for the inevitable questions about what he and Jayson had been up to. But she simply sipped her wine and changed the subject to their own evening, leaving Charlie feeling almost... disappointed? Had he really wanted them to call him out on his obvious post-coital glow?

He shook off the weird sense of anti-climax and finished his soda before heading upstairs to hide in his room with a sigh. As much as he'd been dreading his parents' reaction, some small part of him had maybe wanted them to acknowledge what was happening between him and Jayson... but they seemed determined to pretend everything was normal.

Charlie flopped back on his bed with a huff, staring up at the ceiling. He supposed he should be grateful for their discretion - it wasn't like he wanted to have 'the sex talk' with his parents or anything. But still...

He rolled over and grabbed his phone off the bedside table, smiling when he saw a new text message from Jayson. Just a simple 'miss you already', but it was enough to make Charlie feel warm all over again.

Maybe his parents didn't need to know about him and Jayson right now... but that didn't mean Charlie had to stop thinking about the incredible man who'd blown his mind in more ways than one today.

And with a secret smile, Charlie started typing out his response - eager to keep their new connection alive even from afar...

(Day 3 - Late Evening.) 

Just as Charlie was about to hit send on his flirtatious reply to Jayson's message, he heard a soft tap at his bedroom door. He glanced up just as it swung open slowly to reveal his dad poking his head in.

"Hey champ," his dad greeted with a small smile. "Got a minute?"

Charlie sat up straighter, surprised by the interruption but nodding for his dad to come in. "Uh, sure... is everything okay?"

His dad settled himself on the edge of Charlie's bed, looking thoughtful as he studied his son's face. "I was just wondering if you wanted to talk about anything... like maybe why you've been spending so much time with Jayson lately?" 

Charlie blinked, caught off guard by the direct question - especially coming from his usually laid-back dad. He hesitated for a moment before deciding there was no point in lying.

"Well... I guess you could say we're getting pretty close," Charlie admitted carefully, gauging his dad's reaction. "We've been hanging out a lot and... I think there might be something more going on between us."

He held his breath, waiting for the inevitable lecture or disappointment from his dad - but it never came. Instead, his dad just nodded slowly as if considering this new information.

"Ah, I see," he said eventually, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Well... I'm glad you feel like you can tell me about it."

Charlie stared at him incredulously for a moment before bursting out laughing in disbelief and relief. "Wait, seriously? You're okay with this?"

NSFW - Waves of Slaybrook - 3 (Gay)

"I guess what I'm trying to say is..." Charlie took another deep breath, finally meeting Jayson's stunned gaze head-on. "Are you maybe... interested in more than just being friends? Because I think about kissing you all the time now and it's driving me crazy."

There it was - the confession that had been brewing between them for days now, hanging heavy in the air like a challenge. Jayson knew he should say something, anything... but his brain seemed to have short-circuited entirely.

Charlie looked away then, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously as a fierce blush spread across his cheeks. "Fuck, I can't believe I just said that out loud," he muttered, more to himself than to Jayson. "You probably think I'm a total freak now... I get it if you want to bail."

But Jayson couldn't move even if he wanted to - he was frozen in place by the sheer enormity of what Charlie had just confessed. Because somewhere along the way, he'd started having those same thoughts himself... and now here they were, laid bare between them like a dare.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Jayson reached out and placed his hand over Charlie's on his knee. "I don't think you're a freak," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I think about kissing you too... all the time."

Charlie's head whipped around to face him then, his eyes wide with shock and tentative hope. "You... you do?" he breathed.

Jayson nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as the weight of their shared secret lifted off his shoulders. "Yeah... I really do." And before Charlie could respond, Jayson leaned in and closed the distance between them, pressing their lips together in a soft, tentative kiss that sent shockwaves through every nerve ending.

For a moment they just stayed like that - frozen in surprise at the electricity of finally touching like this. But then Charlie made a low noise in the back of his throat and deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to tangle in Jayson's hair as he pulled him closer.

Jayson melted into it, any remaining reservations dissolving away as he lost himself in the feel of Charlie's lips moving against his own. It was everything he'd ever fantasized about... and so much more besides.

When they finally broke apart for air, both of them flushed and panting, Charlie grinned at him with a look of pure joy and relief. "Wow," he said softly, shaking his head in amazement. "I can't believe that actually happened..."

"Believe it," Jayson murmured back, leaning in to press another quick kiss to the corner of Charlie's mouth. "And it's not going to stop happening either... if you're okay with that."

Charlie laughed then, a sound of pure delight and anticipation as he pulled Jayson in for another long, lingering kiss - one that promised so many more to come. And though they both knew there would be challenges ahead... they also knew that whatever came their way, they'd face it together.

Hand in hand, heart to heart - ready to write the next chapter of what was already shaping up to be an epic love story for the ages.

(Day 3 Afternoon)

As the morning gave way to afternoon and the gray skies began to clear, Jayson and Charlie found themselves tangled together on the couch, lost in a haze of kisses that grew increasingly heated with each passing moment. The conversation they'd been avoiding for days hung heavily in the air between them - the unspoken acknowledgment of their growing feelings and desires.

Charlie's hands roamed restlessly over Jayson's body as they kissed, mapping out the contours of his muscles through his damp t-shirt. He could feel himself getting hard, his cock straining against the confines of his board shorts as he ground against Jayson's thigh.

Jayson gasped softly into Charlie's mouth when he felt that telltale hardness pressing insistently against him. Emboldened by Charlie's obvious arousal and the knowledge that they were finally being honest with each other, he reached down to palm Charlie through the thin fabric of his shorts, relishing the way it throbbed under his touch.

"Fuck," Charlie groaned, breaking away from the kiss to bury his face against Jayson's neck. "That feels so good... don't stop."

Jayson smirked and kept stroking him through his clothes as he peppered kisses along Charlie's jawline and down his throat. He could feel Charlie trembling against him now, his breathing ragged and shallow with desire.

"I want to taste you," Jayson murmured hotly in Charlie's ear, his voice low and thick with want. "I want to wrap my lips around your cock and make you cum..."

Charlie shuddered hard at the filthy words spilling from Jayson's mouth, a fresh surge of blood rushing south to leave him aching and leaking. "Yes," he breathed out fervently, his own hands sliding under Jayson's shirt to explore the smooth skin beneath. "Please... I need your mouth on me."

Jayson didn't hesitate - he practically shoved Charlie down onto the couch and tugged at his shorts impatiently until Charlie lifted his hips to let him pull them off completely. His boxers followed a second later, leaving him bare and flushed and utterly gorgeous splayed out before Jayson's hungry gaze.

"God, you're fucking perfect," Jayson growled appreciatively as he drank in the sight of Charlie's impressive erection rising up from his body, the swollen head already glistening with precum. Then he was diving forward, wrapping one hand around the base and swallowing Charlie down to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"Oh fuuuuck!" Charlie cried out, back arching off the couch as Jayson's hot mouth engulfed him fully. His hands flew to tangle in Jayson's hair, gripping tightly as he struggled not to thrust up into that perfect, slick heat. But Jayson seemed to sense his dilemma and started bobbing his head steadily, fucking himself on Charlie's cock with clear enthusiasm.

It was almost too much for Charlie to take - the sight of Jayson's lips stretched around him, the obscene slurping noises filling the room, the exquisite drag of that talented tongue along his shaft... he could feel his orgasm building already, his balls drawing up tight and ready to explode. 

"Jayson," he gasped out desperately, trying to warn him even as he lost himself in the overwhelming sensation. "I'm gonna come... fuck, I can't hold it..."

But Jayson just hummed around him encouragingly, one hand coming up to fondle Charlie's heavy sack, coaxing him closer to the edge. And with a strangled shout of Jayson's name, Charlie was coming undone - his cock pulsing and jerking as he spilled himself down Jayson's eager throat.

Jayson swallowed it all greedily, working Charlie through every last aftershock until he finally collapsed back against the cushions, boneless and sated. Only then did Jayson pull off him with a lewd pop, licking his lips and grinning up at Charlie like the cat that got the cream.

"That was incredible," Charlie panted out, reaching down to haul Jayson up for a filthy kiss - tasting himself on Jayson's tongue as they made out sloppily in the afterglow. "But you're still hard... let me return the favor?"

Jayson bit his lip and nodded eagerly, already shimmying out of his own shorts to free his aching erection. Charlie licked his lips at the sight of it - so big and thick and perfect, just begging for his mouth.

"Fuck yes," he growled before taking Jayson into his mouth without preamble, swallowing him down just like he had been swallowed... and setting out to blow his mind all over again.

(Day 3 - Later afternoon.)

Charlie took a deep breath through his nose as he gazed up at Jayson, his eyes dark with desire and determination. He'd never done this before, but he was determined to make it good for Jayson - to show him how much he wanted this, wanted him.

He started slowly, running his tongue along the underside of Jayson's shaft from base to tip before swirling it around the leaking head. The taste of Jayson's precum exploded across his tongue and he groaned appreciatively, emboldened by the flavor.

Charlie wrapped one hand around the base of Jayson's cock, squeezing gently as he leaned forward to take him into his mouth inch by thick inch. He couldn't fit all of Jayson's impressive length, so he used his hand to make up the difference, stroking and squeezing in time with the bobbing of his head.

It was clumsy at first - Charlie gagged a little as he tried to relax his throat, saliva dripping down his chin as he struggled to find a rhythm. But Jayson just groaned encouragingly above him, one hand coming down to tangle gently in Charlie's hair, guiding him but not forcing.

Determined to please, Charlie doubled his efforts - sucking harder, moving faster, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head of Jayson's cock every time he pulled back. He could feel it throbbing against his lips, hear the hitch in Jayson's breath as he got closer and closer to the edge.

Charlie looked up then, wanting to see Jayson's face when he came undone... and the raw, unbridled lust he found there pushed Charlie right over with him. With a muffled cry around Jayson's cock, Charlie climaxed again just from the taste of him, his own spend dripping down his thigh as he worked Jayson through his release.

Jayson came with a hoarse shout of Charlie's name, his cock pulsing and jerking as he spilled himself down Charlie's eager throat. Charlie swallowed it all greedily, reveling in the taste and texture of Jayson's release - feeling a fierce sense of pride that he'd been able to do this for him.

NSFW - Waves of Slaybrook - 2 (Gay)

They surfed for what felt like hours, their bodies slicing through the waves in perfect synchronicity even as Jayson tried not to notice how Charlie's muscles flexed with each movement or how droplets of saltwater clung to his skin. They laughed and trash-talked each other good-naturedly between sets, falling into an easy camaraderie that belied the tension simmering beneath the surface.

As they finally trudged back up onto the beach, exhausted and grinning, Charlie plopped down on Jayson's towel and patted the spot next to him. "You're not so bad," he said teasingly as Jayson settled in beside him, their thighs brushing and sending sparks through Jayson's nerves. "For a straight guy."

Jayson tensed at the mention of his carefully crafted persona, his smile tightening slightly even as he tried to play it off. "Yeah, well, don't go spreading rumors," he joked back, hoping Charlie couldn't hear the slight tremor in his voice. "Wouldn't want to ruin my reputation with the ladies."

Charlie just laughed at that, leaning back on his hands and tilting his face up towards the sun. "Don't worry man, your secret's safe with me," he said, shooting Jayson a wink that made something in Jayson's chest twist painfully.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while after that, listening to the crash of waves against the shore and the distant laughter of other beachgoers. And even though they both pretended otherwise, there was no denying the charge that crackled between them - the way their eyes lingered just a little too long when they thought the other wasn't looking, or how they always seemed to find excuses to brush hands or shoulders "accidentally."

It was maddening and thrilling all at once, this game of cat and mouse they were playing. Jayson knew he should put an end to it, to nip any potentially dangerous feelings in the bud before they could take root... but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not when being near Charlie made him feel alive in a way nothing else ever had.

So instead, he just sat there beside him and let himself dream - dreaming of a world where he didn't have to hide who he was, where he could be free to pursue the connection he felt pulsing between them... even if it meant risking everything he'd built his life around. But that was still a long way off, and for now, Jayson knew he had to be content with stolen moments and lingering glances.

After all, in a world that didn't always make room for guys like him, sometimes the best love stories were the ones you had to fight tooth and nail to bring to life... even if you weren't quite ready to admit out loud what it was you were fighting for.

 (Day 3)

The next morning dawned gray and drizzly, the kind of day that usually kept most beachgoers tucked snugly in their beds. But not Jayson - he'd always been an early riser, and the promise of a quiet beach with few distractions was too tempting to resist.

He was just finishing up his morning run along the shore when he spotted a familiar figure hunched over a picnic table near the boardwalk, nursing what looked like a cup of coffee. Charlie. Jayson hesitated for only a moment before changing direction and heading towards him, telling himself it was just to be friendly... even if the flutter in his chest suggested otherwise.

"Morning," he called out as he approached, shaking off the light drizzle clinging to his skin. "Not exactly the best weather for surfing."

Charlie looked up at Jayson's approach and flashed a grin, gesturing for him to take a seat on the bench across from him. "Nah, it's perfect for other things though," he said cryptically, taking a sip of his coffee. "Like thinking... or talking, if you're into that."

Jayson raised an eyebrow but sat down nonetheless, folding his hands on the damp wooden tabletop. "Talking, huh? I guess I can spare a few minutes." He tried to keep his tone casual, even as he found himself captivated by Charlie's intense gaze.

They fell into an easy conversation then - talking about their favorite childhood movies, the books they'd read recently (or in Jayson's case, claimed to have read), and the weird quirks that made them tick. With each passing moment, Jayson felt like he was getting a glimpse of Charlie beyond the handsome jock facade... and he liked what he saw.

But there were still walls between them - carefully constructed barriers born from years of habit and fear. Jayson could sense it in himself, in the way his voice tightened ever so slightly when the conversation veered towards relationships or attraction. And he wondered if Charlie sensed it too, if that was why their talks always felt like a dance around something larger and more complicated lurking beneath the surface.

It wasn't until they were walking back to their respective places (or at least, the place where Jayson had left his towel) that things took an unexpected turn. They were talking about their families, about the pressure to live up to expectations... when Charlie suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to face Jayson fully.

"Can I ask you something?" he said quietly, his dark blue eyes searching Jayson's face as if trying to discern a hidden truth. "And I want you to promise not to freak out or anything..."

Jayson felt his heart start to race but forced himself to keep his expression neutral. "Shoot," he said carefully.

Charlie took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for something monumental. And then... he shook his head and laughed, the moment breaking like a soap bubble. "Nah, forget it. Doesn't matter." He started walking again, leaving Jayson to scramble after him in confusion.

"What? No way man, you can't just leave me hanging like that," Jayson protested, even as relief and disappointment warred within him. Part of him was terrified of where Charlie's question might have led... but a bigger part yearned to know what secrets lay behind those captivating eyes.

Charlie glanced back over his shoulder at the urgency in Jayson's voice, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Fine, fine," he relented teasingly. "But not here - my place is just up ahead. You're coming in for coffee... and to hear me out."

It was phrased like an invitation rather than a question, but Jayson knew it was a turning point nonetheless. He hesitated only briefly before nodding his assent, feeling like he was stepping across some invisible line into uncharted territory.

Little did he know, that small decision would set in motion a chain of events that would change the course of both their lives forever... even if they didn't quite realize it yet. But hey, sometimes the greatest adventures begin with nothing more than a tentative step forward - and a willingness to see where the path might lead.

As Jayson followed Charlie up the stairs to his second-story apartment, he tried not to let his nerves get the best of him. He told himself that this was just two friends hanging out, nothing more... even if every fiber of his being screamed otherwise. But he would play it cool, keep his guard up, and see what secrets Charlie had in store.

Little did either of them know, the truth they both so desperately needed to confront was closer than they thought - and it wouldn't be long before their carefully constructed walls came crashing down around them... one steamy glance and heartfelt confession at a time. But that's a story for another day.

For now, there was coffee to drink, secrets to uncover... and the first tentative steps of what would become an epic love story in the making. And as Jayson stepped across the threshold into Charlie's apartment, he couldn't help but feel like this was only the beginning of something truly extraordinary... even if they didn't quite know it yet. 

As Charlie busied himself with pouring them each a steaming mug of coffee in his small but cozy kitchen, Jayson took a moment to collect himself and try to calm his racing heart. He knew he needed to keep his wits about him if he was going to navigate whatever lay ahead.

Charlie returned a moment later and gestured for Jayson to take a seat on the worn leather couch. As they settled in, Charlie's knee brushing against Jayson's sent a jolt of electricity through him. Charlie seemed oblivious though, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees as he stared down into his mug.

"Okay, so here goes nothing," Charlie said finally, taking a deep breath. "I've been trying to figure out how to say this for days now... ever since we started hanging out." He glanced up at Jayson then, his dark blue eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and intensity that made Jayson's mouth go dry.

"I think you're really cool," Charlie began slowly, as if choosing each word with great care. "And I don't mean just as a friend... I mean like, in the way that maybe makes me think about things I've never really thought about before." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

Jayson felt like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. Was Charlie saying what he thought he was saying? It couldn't be... could it? His heart hammered wildly in his chest as he waited for Charlie to continue.

NSFW - Waves of Slaybrook - 1 (Gay)

 (Spotting)

It was another sweltering summer day in the sleepy coastal town of Slaybrook. The sun hung heavy and bright in the cloudless azure sky, its rays shimmering off the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean like a million diamonds strewn across an endless blue canvas.

Jayson trudged down the sand dunes towards the beach, his bare feet sinking into the hot, gritty grains with each step. He was dressed in his typical straight-bro attire - faded denim cut-offs riding low on his hips, a loose white linen shirt left unbuttoned to reveal his chiseled, sun-kissed torso, and a pair of aviator sunglasses perched atop his strawberry blond hair that fell in casual waves around his pale face. His eyes, a striking pale blue with hints of silver, were hidden behind dark lenses as he scanned the beach, always vigilant to not let anyone suspect the truth lurking beneath his carefully crafted heterosexual persona.

At 21, Jayson had already honed the art of deception into an Olympic-level sport. To the world, he was just another surfer dude - easy-going, laid-back, with a penchant for picking up random chicks at beachside bars and fucking them in his van under the moonlight before sending them packing come dawn's light. It was a lonely existence, but it kept suspicion at bay... or so he thought.

Unbeknownst to Jayson, fate had other plans that day in the form of Charlie, a strapping 19-year-old who had just moved to Slaybrook with his family. Charlie was already causing quite the stir among the local ladies - and not a few of the men - as he strutted down the beach like Adonis come to life. His honey blond hair glinted in the sun, curling slightly at the nape of his neck, and his dark blue eyes smoldered with an intensity that made even the most hardened beach bunnies swoon.

Jayson first laid eyes on Charlie as he was setting up his beach towel near the shoreline. He tried to look away, to keep up his aloof exterior, but something about the younger man drew him in like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was the way Charlie's swim trunks hugged the impressive bulge between his legs... or perhaps it was the way he moved with such easy confidence, as if he owned the very sand beneath his feet.

Whatever the reason, Jayson found himself watching Charlie from afar throughout the day - when he wasn't busy flirting with a bevy of bikini-clad beauties, that is. He watched as Charlie challenged some locals to a game of beach volleyball, his muscular physique glistening with sweat as he dove for spiked balls and laughed freely at his own triumphs.

And then, in a moment that would change everything, their eyes met across the crowded beach. Jayson felt a jolt run through him like electricity at the intensity in Charlie's dark blue gaze. He quickly looked away, cursing himself for letting his guard down... but not before noticing how Charlie had paused mid-step, a flicker of intrigue - or was that confusion? - crossing his handsome face.

Little did Jayson know, he had just set something in motion that could never be undone. For as much as he tried to deny it, the spark between them was palpable... and growing stronger with each passing moment spent in close proximity on that fateful beach day.

But would either man acknowledge what they felt before one of them left Slaybrook for good? Or would Jayson's fear of exposure and Charlie's stubborn heterosexuality keep them from exploring the undeniable connection simmering beneath the surface?

(They meet - Day 1)

Only time - and a whole lot more steamy, unspoken glances exchanged between beach towels - would tell if these two lost souls could find their way to each other... and to the love story neither of them knew they desperately needed. But hey, that's life on the beach for you: unpredictable as hell, but always full of surprises waiting to happen. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in brilliant hues of orange and pink, Jayson found himself drawn towards Charlie like a magnet. He told himself it was just to grab another beer from the cooler near where Charlie's towel lay, but deep down he knew it was something more.

Charlie looked up as Jayson approached, his dark blue eyes narrowing slightly in thought. "Hey man," he said casually, taking a swig of his own beer. "You're Jayson, right? I'm Charlie." He extended a hand in greeting.

Jayson hesitated for just a moment before grasping Charlie's hand firmly, feeling the calluses on his palm from years of surfing and sports. "Yeah, hey," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just moved here, huh? What brings a guy like you to a boring little town like Slaybrook?"

Charlie chuckled, leaning back on his elbows as he regarded Jayson with a curious gaze. "Nah, it's not so bad," he said easily. "My family's always loved the beach, and I figured it'd be a good place to unwind before starting college."

Jayson nodded, taking a seat a respectful distance away on his own towel but angling himself towards Charlie. They fell into an easy conversation then - talking about surf spots, local legends, the best places to grab a burger. Jayson found himself drawn in by Charlie's quick wit and laid-back attitude.

As the stars began to emerge overhead, their laughter and banter continued to flow freely, punctuated occasionally by swigs of beer. Jayson felt a lightness in his chest that he hadn't experienced in years - it was exhilarating to let his guard down, even just a little.

But as quickly as it had begun, the moment shattered like glass when Charlie's phone pinged with an incoming text. He glanced at the screen and chuckled again, but this time there was a different tone to it. "Duty calls," he said, standing up and grabbing his towel. "A few of the guys are headed over to O'Malley's for some pool. You should come."

Jayson felt a pang of something - jealousy? disappointment? He quickly pushed it down, reminding himself that Charlie was straight and he needed to keep his own attraction hidden. "Nah, I'm pretty beat," he said with a casual shrug. "You guys have fun though."

Charlie hesitated for just a second, his eyes searching Jayson's face as if trying to discern something hidden there. But then he shrugged himself and grinned. "Suit yourself, man. Catch you tomorrow maybe?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Jayson replied easily, even as his heart stuttered at the thought of seeing Charlie again. As the younger man walked away, Jayson let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

Little did he know, that conversation on the beach was only the beginning - the first tentative step towards something neither of them could have anticipated or predicted. The road ahead would be filled with twists and turns, moments of confusion and longing and fear... but it would also lead to a love story for the ages, as long as they had the courage to follow where their hearts led.

For now though, Jayson watched Charlie go until he disappeared into the night, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Just like that, life on Slaybrook beach had thrown him another curveball - and for once in his carefully controlled existence, Jayson found himself hoping that this surprise would be one worth holding onto.

(2nd meet - day 2)

 The next day dawned bright and clear, just like the one before it. Jayson found himself drawn to the same stretch of beach, his heart pounding in anticipation even as he told himself he was being ridiculous. Of course Charlie would have moved on by now, found other friends to hang out with at the beach and the bar. Guys like him didn't go for guys like Jayson... not that Jayson wanted them to, of course.

But as he spread his towel out on the sand and settled in to wait for the tide to come in, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease mixed with excitement fluttering in his gut. And then, just as he was starting to convince himself that he was being stupid, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Hey, I thought that was you." 

Jayson turned around slowly, trying to keep his expression neutral even as his heart leapt into his throat at the sight of Charlie standing there, surfboard tucked under one muscular arm and a grin on his handsome face. "Oh, hey," he replied casually, sitting up and brushing sand off his shorts. "Didn't think I'd see you again so soon."

Charlie shrugged, settling himself down on Jayson's towel without preamble - a move that sent Jayson's pulse racing even as he tried to act nonchalant about it. "I'm here every day," Charlie said easily. "Figured I might as well come say hi since we're like, neighbors now."

Jayson raised an eyebrow at that, but before he could respond, Charlie was already standing back up and grabbing his board. "Wanna catch a few waves with me?" he asked, jerking his head towards the water where the waves were starting to build.

Jayson hesitated for just a moment - surfing together would mean getting close, touching... all sorts of dangerous things if he let himself think about it too much. But the thought of spending more time with Charlie was too tempting to resist. "Yeah, sure," he said finally, grabbing his own board and falling into step beside Charlie as they walked down to the water's edge.