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Full Prompt: it’s almost 3am so I go down to the lake to skinny dip and you decide to join me but you don’t realize I’m naked
Barclay has some things he misses from the Pacific Northwest. Good craft beer, lots of bakeries, lots of ocean. Right now, he’s missing the fact that the air doesn’t feel like goddamn soup in the summertime.
It’s almost two in the morning. His room won’t cool down now matter what he does, and the humidity makes the effort needed to fall asleep feel insurmountable.
Time for drastic measures.
He slips on his shoes and heads off into the woods. About a quarter of a mile later he finds himself at the shore of a small lake, one that’s usually deserted during the day. Late at night, it’s as peaceful as the grave.
Had he just been looking to soak, he could’ve used the springs. But he has other ideas, pulls off all his clothes and folds them on a rock before slipping into the water. Sinking under the water he swims a few yards back before coming up to float on his back, sighing as his body finally feels cool and not sticky.
For awhile all he does is float. It’s not that he doesn’t love the lodge, love his friends. But he’s always had a solitary streak, and things have been so chaotic and terrible lately that he hasn’t had two minutes of alone time to rub together.
Just as he finishes this thought, there’s the sound of footfalls coming down the trail towards the small dock.
His mind flashes through possibilities as he shifts to stand on the lake bed, water up to his mid-chest: tourists? Other lodge residents? Hornets? An abomination?
“Oh, good evening Barclay. I thought I heard someone down here.”
It’s the worst possible option, then.
He turns towards the dock and waves awkwardly at Agent Stern, the man who’s literally hunting him. And the man who has morphed into a crush that Barclay is never going to admit to.
Stern is in shorts and a “Roswell, NM” T-Shirt, with a bag slung over his shoulder.
“Yeah, uh, couldn’t sleep so I came down here for a swim.”
“A wise idea. I’ve been on a stakeout in the woods since 10 PM and I feel like I may never be unsweaty again.”
“No luck on the stakeout?”
“No, as always.” He sits down on the dock, begins undoing his shoe laces, “don’t know why I thought I’d find Bigfoot out in the woods in the dead of night, but at this point I can’t afford to dismiss an idea. I think I’ll soak my feet for a minute before heading back.”
He dips his feet into the water and lets out a happy sigh and Barclay can’t help but smile; the man is a threat to him on a variety of levels, but it’s moment like this, where he’s vulnerable and relaxed and dressed like the paranormal-seeking nerd he is that have made Barclay grow attached to him. No reason he can’t chat with him for a few minutes, as long as he keeps his lower body safely under the waterline.
“Did I miss any excitement in the lodge this evening?”
“Nah, except Jake doing a very ill-fated cannonball into the springs.”
(And Aubrey accidentally setting a couch on fire, but Stern doesn’t need to know that).
Stern swings his legs in the water, clearly lost in thought.
“Any exciting plans this weekend?”
“Work, mostly.” Barclay shrugs.
“Would you be interested in-ow!” Stern slaps his arm, “Damn bugs. How are you not being eaten alive?”
“Water keeps most of me out of range.” He indicates how much of him is still covered by the lake.
(And mosquitoes don’t seem to like Sylph blood, but he keeps that to himself).
“Right, then, I’m joining you because this is unpleasant and I’m still. so. Sticky.” He strips his shirt off and folds it, rests his shorts on top of it and Barclay is screwed, he’s so screwed, because Stern is in his boxers and is now in the water. Mercifully he doesn’t swim towards Barclay, choosing instead to sink under the water and then pop up near some boulders to Barclays right.
“Good god that feels nice. You’re a genius, Barclay.”
“Pretty sure it doesn’t take a genius to know cold water takes the edge of a West Virginia summer.”
“I suppose, but allow me the pleasure of complimenting you alright?” Stern shoots back teasingly and Barclay’s about to stammer out a retort when he disappears under the water.
Goddammit, where did he go? He can’t get too close or he’s going to realize Barclay is skinny dipping and, no, no, body, he is not going to get turned on at the idea of his crush finding him naked by surprise.
Stern rises from the water to his side, now a little more than an arms length away.
“Hello.” He smiles, and he looks so boyish, so unlike his collected, intimidating self.
“Hi.” Barclay whispers.
“I will gladly leave you to you peaceful swim in a moment, if that’s what you’d prefer.”
“No, uh, no need to rush off on my account. Don’t mind sharing the lake.”
Oh come on, is he turning into Duck? Why didn’t he just lie and say he wanted Stern to leave?
It’s then he notices Stern has gotten closer, and seems to be examining his scars. He rubs his arm, trying to hide the nerves arising at the idea of the man asking about some of the ones that came from Pine Guard work.
“What happened to your wrist?”
“Oven” he lets himself relax, “it’s common for cooks to get a sort of permanent burn scar there from bumping their arm on the roof of the oven.”
“Sounds painful.”
“Nah, not the worst injury I’ve gotten in a kitchen.” He flips over his hand, shows his palm, “got that trying to break down a chicken.”
Stern winces, then reaches out and glides a thumb across the jagged mark on Barclays upper bicep.
“What about this?”
“Dog attack.”
(A dog shaped abomination).
“This one?”
“Rock climbing incident.”
(He had to get away from that camera crew somehow).
“You’ve lived quite a life.” Stern murmurs, hand still moving up and down his arm and giving him goosebumps, his body screaming at him to to reach out and reciprocate the gesture.
“What about you, any battle scars?” He nudges Stern playfully.
“Other than these,” he indicates the two semi-circles on his chest, “hmmmm. Oh!” He tugs the edge of his boxers down to show his hip, “I got this falling off a roof.”
“Ouch, were you sneaking out to meet a guy or something?”
“No….I was trying to look for UFOs and lost my balance.”
Barclay covers his mouth as he laughs, tries to speak as he does, “that’s-”
“Silly, I know.”
“I was gonna say adorable.” He grins, then realizes what he just said.
Stern laughs softly, clears his throat trying to dispel the strange feeling building in the air.
“You have the twin of it, look.” He places his index finger on Barclays hip and moves it down. Then keeps moving it down, eyes widening in realization.
“That’s why you were staying so far from shore.”
“Yep.” Barclay is frozen in place, voice tight, in part because Stern hasn’t stopped gliding his finger along his skin.
“In retrospect, I should have noticed your underwear folded on top of your pants on the shore.”
“In my defense, I wasn’t expecting company.”
“In my defense, I wasn’t expecting to find the best looking man in the state swimming in the moonlight.”
“I, uh, wait, what?”
“I’m very attracted to you, Barclay, I thought I’d made that obvious.” His hand comes up, rubs lightly across Barclays chest.
“Kind of, maybe, I, uh, goddamn it I can’t focus when you’re doing that.”
“Should I stop?”
“Please don’t.” He tips his head back with a groan as Stern closes the remaining distance between them, wraps one arm around him while the other continues tracing along his body. He brings his hands to rest on Sterns hips, feels the front of his boxers rubbing against his cock.
“Mmmm, and how long have you been dealing with that situation” Stern rolls his hips and Barclay shudders.
“Since you took your shirt off.”
“Holy shit, Barclay.”
“Not my fault you’ve got a body that makes me drool and a face I can’t stop picturing between my thighs.” He mumbles against the top of Sterns head as the smaller man begins frantically kissing his neck. On a whim, he lowers his hands down and squeezes Sterns ass, earning him a rather surprised moan. Does it again, starts grinding against him and Stern meets his eyes, panting.
“I was, I was going to ask you to dinner tomorrow night but I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“For whatAHhhhn, yes, babe.” Fingers close around his cock, stroking it lovingly and he buries his face against Sterns neck to muffle a growl.
“Good god, this is just as impressive as it looks in your jeans.”
“Rude to ogle a guy when he’s working.”
“Not as rude as staring at a guest in the hot springs WHoahoh.” Stern loses his balance slightly, letting go of Barclays cock to as he does so and the larger man steadies him.
“We oughta move this somewhere we aren’t gonna fall on our asses.”
“Anywhere, name it, hey!” Stern yelps out a laugh as Barclay lifts him by his ass and hooks his legs around his hips, that position and the buoyancy offered by the water allowing him to carry him over to the nearest patch of shore. Barclay sets him down carefully, waits for him to toss his boxers aside before pouncing on him. Stern whimpers and bites at his lips as they kiss, hips moving up and down in the air between them.
“Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of you.” He presses his fingers against Sterns dick, rolling his thumb along it in a way that makes Stern dig his nails into his shoulder. When he slips two fingers in Stern gasps, sits up on his elbow so he can resume stroking Barclays cock.
“Good?”
“Yes, Barclay, so good, oh god.” His grip on him tightens and he adds twists to his upstrokes.
“Fuck, that’s it. Goddamn, you look so good getting fucked open like this”
Stern moans, licks his lips as he opens his legs further so Barclay can add another finger.
“Oh, you like that don’t you, dirty boy? That why you’re trying to get my cum all over that gorgeous stomach?”
“Uh huh, so much, god, love it when you talk like that.”
A growling laugh leaves Barclays chest at that.
“Then make me cum on you, babe, c’mon, ohhhhshit!” His hand tenses inside Stern as he cums across his stomach and chest, and for a moment all he can do is marvel at the absolute mess of a man beneath him and how much he wants him.
And then he drops down to kiss him, hand fucking him relentlessly and mouth swallowing up his cries and then fingers dig into his hair and shoulder and the movements of Sterns hips die down to small pulses. He slips his hand out, presses soft kisses against Sterns cheek and neck as he comes down from his orgasm.
“Barclay?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m getting mosquito bites in places I don’t want them.”
“Can’t have that.” He slowly sits up, Stern mirroring the motion, “and I got you sticky again. Sorry.”
“I have no regrets, that was completely worth it. Although…” he gazes at the water, then back at Barclay somewhat flirtatiously, “I wouldn’t mind another dip in the lake.”
Barclay smiles, stands, offers his hand and begins guiding Stern back into the water as the stars wink happily above them.