Another Morning With You

Mike looked down, not knowing what to say next. He hated the fact that they just stood there; not moving, facing each other. Brian didn't seem to mind.

"I... huh..." Mike began. "... d'you want me to bury you in the sand?" he finally asked, smirking.

"We'll see," the bassist laughed.

They got on the ground and Mike started tossing sand over Brian's feet, making a very thick layer of the rough material around. He moved up gradually to the legs.

"Let's just hope the water doesn't crawl up to here," he joked.

"Hey! Don't do that," Mike said quickly, patting the sand back in place. "The water won't come up here, and even if it did, you'd be able to get out anyway."

He laid Brian on his back, gathering the sand now on his stomach, later his arms. Finally, only Brian's head was popping out of the sand.

Mike stood back to admire his work.

At the thought, Mike asked himself if he'd really let someone else take Brian, and wondered how he would react, but tried to shrug it off. It didn't matter now. It wouldn't matter anymore.

His mood faded, but his smile stayed.

He suddenly had the brilliant idea to sit (carefully) on Brian, sitting down on the lump of sand.

"Ha. Try to get out now."

"Hey!" Mike yelled, jumping up from him. "Don't... don't do that," he added, the skin bellow his belly button turning slightly red.

Mike blushed, but didn't reply anything. Actually, it was hard to tell if Brian was serious or not.

"Seriously, that's hurts," he said, rubbing his belly.

"Sure," Mike replied, rolling his eyes. "Don't forget that you can't swim in shallow water. And that there is a beach just over there," he added, grinning.

He kneeled down beside Brian. "What'd'you wanna do now?"

Mike raised his shoulder. "Sure, whatever."

Just a few steps away from the beach itself, the building was well placed to attract customers.

He grabbed Brian's arm and he started to make his way toward the club.

Trying to hide his smirk, Mike looked around, especially through the glass door. On the other side of it was a fancy spa and a wooden door that probably led to a sona. He hurried inside, dragging Brian along with him.

"Wow. Cool place," he commented, looking around and playing with the twenty switches that were disposed. It went from activating the heat of the water, to switching light ambiance, to producing bubbles... even spinning little mechanism were installed in the hot tub to create some sort of massaging system.

He turned on the heat of the water and quickly got in, not bothering on whether they were allowed or not on being here.

Mike giggled at the thought. "Blowjobs, heh?"

He sank in the water, leaving only his head out.

"Could you turn on the bubbles?" he asked playfully.

Blindly reaching out, Mike wrapped one arm around Brian's waist and dragged him close to his body. The bubbles started.

"Thanks," he replied.

"Ok... so the bubbles turn you on and not me?" Mike joked.

He faked pushing Brian away, letting his arms go from him a little bit.