“I’m not wearing my pants into the water,” Tate teased with mock affront.
Reno narrowed his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“C’mon.” Tate grabbed Reno’s hand to lead him toward glass doors that framed the steaming springs on the other side. Over his shoulder, he shot back to Linda, “Let’s go get naked.”
She shook her head and snickered under her breath, while Reno groaned and mumbled, “Oh my god.”
“Not so fast, mister,” Linda called. There was a note of amusement in her voice that made Tate want to keep teasing her. She pointed in the opposite direction. “Go in that room, put on a robe, grab a towel, and meet me on the deck.”
“You’re a good sport, Linda.”
“You’re testing me,” she retorted.
Linda was waiting for them on the slab rock deck when they exited the change room, stripped down to their briefs and bundled in the thick white robes.
Reno whistled. “This is gorgeous.”
“Wait until you get in the water,” Tate said eagerly.
They followed Linda along a path, lit by small lights set into the rock floor, that weaved through boulder-framed pools. There were a few small pools and some larger ones, some with people and some empty, and some with round lights surrounding them that lit up the water’s surface in invitation. They stopped at a spring the size of a hot tub that was partially tucked into a cave. The steaming pool was half exposed to the falling snow and half protected under a shelf of the rock that offered near total privacy.
“Be good, boys,” Linda said as she gestured to the pool and then looked pointedly at Tate.
“Of course.” He nodded and grinned like he had no intention of behaving himself, and Linda knew it.
She shook her head and left them alone, mumbling under her breath about thirsty boys.
“You’d better not get us kicked out of here,” Reno teased as he opened his robe.
“Oh, come on. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Keeping itself from getting thrown in jail for indecent exposure and lewd acts in public,” Reno shot back.
“And you’re the rock star? Pfft,” Tate teased as he shook his head.
Reno laughed. “What, because I’m a musician, I should be throwing TVs out of hotel room windows? You’re the scientist. Aren’t you supposed to be all glued to a computer and inhibited or something?”
Tate snorted. “I’ll show you inhibited.”
He shucked both the robe and his boxers. His breath caught, and his exposed skin pebbled from the chilly bite of winter air. He quickly stepped down into the pool and sighed with relief as he lowered himself into the soothing hot water.
“What are you doing?” Reno stage whispered as he looked over his shoulder, no doubt making sure no one was around to see. They were well hidden from the other springs and would only be seen by someone coming directly toward their pool. Linda did good.
Tate gasped. “If you think I’m wearing wet underwear in this weather, you’re crazy. My nuts don’t need that kind of shock.”
“You could always go commando,” Reno offered and raised an eyebrow that said. “I dare you.”
“And have one less layer of protection from the elements?” Tate shuddered. “No, thanks.”
Reno stood there for a few seconds, as though weighing the odds. He worried his lower lip with his teeth.
“Good point.”
He took one more look around for prying eyes, dropped his briefs, and practically dove into the pool. But not before Tate got a quick look at a fully nude Reno. He had a light smattering of hair over pectorals that were well-defined. His stomach was smooth with a subtle six-pack, his muscles long and lean, and his shoulders were broad, like a swimmer. A thin treasure trail started below his navel and led to a trimmed thatch of light brown hair. His cock was cut, long and slender, and rested over lightly furred, heavy balls. Tate’s mouth watered, and desire flooded his veins. He couldn’t tell if he was so hot and flushed from the heat of the pool or the sight of Reno in all his glory.
“Oh my god.” Reno groaned, and the sound shot straight into Tate’s groin.
Oh my god is right.
