Jake woke up at 5:30 on his alarm clock, stretched sweetly, jumped out of bed in one motion, and went out onto the balcony.

The weather was supposed to be windy today, just right for windsurfing.

He smiled, drummed a short tune on the railing with his index fingers, anticipating the fun, and went back into his room to grab his cell phone to text his kitten:

<Jake: "Good morning, I hope you're awake by now. Will we ride the waves before breakfast?">

Ten seconds later came the reply:

<Hope: "Morning! I'm all for it! Should we take someone else so it doesn't look suspicious?">

<Jake: "Bring them! We can invite the whole crew if they're awake. Meet me in half an hour at the hangar." >

<Hope: "OK! I'll post in the general chat. See you then!">

Jake's body shook with glee, as if he'd drunk a bucket of energy. Looking at their chat, he even kissed his cell phone in a burst of unbridled joy.

"How do modesty and passion even coexist in him? I can't stop, I want to tease that cute face all the time. Haha, Jake, I thought you'd grown out of that adolescent state by now," the man hurried to the shower with those thoughts.

***

At 6:00, there were three guys standing outside the hangar: Hope, C and Fridey.

"Good morning! Not too many of you here. Are the rest of you still asleep?" - Jake asked, walking over to the guys who were sitting on the sand, next to the structure where they were supposed to get their gear. Hope gleamed a neat row of snow-white teeth and stood up, greeting the man with an enthusiastic look.

"Coach, we just got here. A lot of people are getting acclimatized," C chuckled.

"Well, well, ha, I even know what kind of ailment that is," the man echoed him, sliding his gaze over the kitten. He was wearing a dark, tight suit: short shorts and a long-sleeved t-shirt. The mind immediately tossed up a couple shots of him unzipping, and Jake even had to mat his head to dislodge the arousing vision.

"I've called the manager, we'll be issued everything we need soon. We ride until 7:30, then showers, breakfast and activities on schedule," focusing on the case made it easier for the man to control his fantasies. - By the way, here he is most likely."

A craggy-looking handsome man in a green tank top and light-colored bermudas approached the group. Hope immediately turned gray and looked away, toward the shore, where the waves flirted with the sand. It didn't escape Jake's attention:

"Do they know each other?"

"Good morning, my name is Oliver. The manager couldn't come up. I'll fill in for him and help you out since I was planning on riding today anyway," the tan blond man rambled, glaring at the kitten, which made Jake's eyebrow go up and he immediately inquired:

"Morning. Are you an employee of the hotel?"

"I own it," Oliver replied and the two men locked gazes for a few seconds before he continued: "What kind of gear do you need?"

"Guys, what would you like to ride?" - Jake asked, catching the boys' attention, but the little boy shifted his gaze to his feet.

"Fridey and I are on the boards, and the captain will go sailing," C answered for everyone.

"Level?" - Jake clarified.

"Fridey's a mid-level, Hope's never sailed once, but he's stood on a board, I don't even know what pulled him in that direction. And my level is God!" - The kid reported back, sticking out his chest as the others again remained silent.

"Two regular ones and two for windsurfing, we'll talk about the details when we find the right ones," Jake mumbled.

"Good. I'll get them ready now. Hope, can you give me a hand?" - The blond man obviously knew the person he was talking to, and had a thing for the kitten, but it remained to be seen what kind. The captain was acting strangely, taking a step back, as if he wanted to shut the man out.

"Let the guys wait here. I can handle it," Jake stepped at arm's length from Oliver, blocking Hope, and gestured for him to come into the hangar.

While Oliver was getting everything he needed, Jake was looking at this rock:

"Handsome. Surely he's not lacking in attention from the outside. Why does he want a kitten? What ties him to my little one?"

"How do you know my team captain?" - Jake asked directly, stroking one of the prepared boards.

"We went to the same school and were quite CLOSE three years ago, and yesterday fate brought us back together," Oliver calmly explained the situation. Jake's serenity immediately faded after his answer, and he couldn't resist asking a follow-up question:

"And how close was your relationship, if it's no secret?"

Oliver gave him a hard look and said slowly:

"Closest."

"Shit! Fuck! Green-eyed bitch!" - jealousy immediately stirred his heart and with it the blood, the veins in her neck ballooned and the white-haired macho man apparently noticed it:

"And how does this concern his coach? Do you have some sort of prejudice against people of non-traditional orientation. Or else... As far as I can tell..."

"Let's call it a day. I'll get the gear to the guys, we'll take it from here. Thanks for your concern!" - Jake interrupted him and pulled a half-smile onto his face, literally spitting those words into a handsome face.

Jake took out the boards for C and Fridey first, and when he came out with the second batch, they were gone by the hangar, only Hope was waiting for him.

"This will be your first time sailing, right I take it? Let's go ashore and I'll explain everything to you. I think you should be able to do it right the first time... You'll like it," Jake started to speak in a cold voice with the sound of metal, for he was still feeling the anger of jealousy toward the hotel owner, but when he saw the kitten's burning gaze turned toward him, he softened and his words became more tender.

After a ten-minute briefing, Jake suggested Hope practice on the beach, and when he got up on the board, began to instruct him:

"Take a stable position. Feet shoulder width apart, stays exactly between your feet - this is very important, forefoot on the centerline of the board, never over the centerline to the side of the sail. Now take hold of the boom, yes, that handle on the mast. This rope, the launching clew, is what you'll pull on if the sail falls into the water. You're gonna dislodge your foot a little bit. It's a little wrong. I'll show you," Jake came up behind the kitten and pressed his whole body against it, pushing his thighs apart with his foot. The boy's body shuddered and he murmured softly:

"Hia, not so close, please."

The word 'close' triggered Jake, Oliver's words echoing in his head, "Close enough! Closer than that! Closer than that!"

(From the author: A "trigger" in psychology is a stimulus that reminds you of something that has happened before and provokes a memory. Such a stimulus can be anything: a person, place, words, event, object, etc.)

He felt hot, automatically squeezing the guy's hand, and couldn't hold back the question, asking it right in his ear: "Did you and Oliver have sex?"

Hope twitched and turned his head and began to swiftly wheel his head from side to side:

"No, Hia. Why would you... Nothing happened but kissing. It's not exactly a good story and I wouldn't want to bring it up."

There was genuine sincerity in those two oceans, and Jake immediately regretted falling for the green-eyed bastard's provocations:

"Relax. I'm a fool. His words got to me... I'm sorry."

"Did he say something to you? Yesterday he tried to... How should I put it, get me back after three years, but I dealt with it," Hope averted his eyes as he spoke. This guy was easy to read, all the emotions and understatements were as plain as the palm of his hand.

"So he tried... Why did I pick this particular hotel out of all the hotels. Well, that's okay, we'll figure it out. And you stay away from him. I guess he didn't get it, so I'll have to explain it to him again," Jake adjusted Hope's hand on the boom and ran his nose from ear to top of his head through his tangled strands of hair. The boy immediately reacted to the movement with a barely audible groan.

"Jake, you're an idiot! Get a grip on yourself! Everything you've done in the last few minutes is wrong!" - He told himself off.

"And you know, you wouldn't be the first to ask me to keep my distance from him. Grandpa included you in that list, by the way. And I can see why... You're making my head blow off," the kitten giggled nervously.

"My head is no better, believe me, kitten. Well, come on, let's get to practicing already... ahem, that's me about conquering waves," the man gulped. The boy laughed and, with a wink, dragged his board and sail toward the water.

Jake watched the neat figure with the wind-blown hair the color of dry, heated sand, moving away, and couldn't help but admit to himself:

"I LIVE next to him. My heart can't be deceived, I feel it... What is this feeling if not love. So I've forgotten Chom? No, you haven't. Have I betrayed him? Betrayed our love by plunging into a new one? I gotta put a stop to this whole thing. Jake, don't be a wuss. This is the man you'll be happy with. Chom, will you forgive me?"

When Jake saw his kitten stand up on the board and catch the wind, he put all thoughts out of his mind and raced with the board toward the water that beckoned him. In this sport, he experienced all kinds of thrills: from leisurely gliding on the water, relaxing and meditating in unity with nature, to fighting with the elements and with himself, while crashing through the waves at crazy speeds.

For the next hour, Jake kept glancing at the guy in the tight suit. You could see by the look on Hope's face how happy he was to curb this mode of transportation and ride the waves. He was tilting the sail forward and backward, turning the sails around the mast, and doing it all with such agility and grace that Jake's throat went dry and his breath caught, causing him to make a mistake for the first time in eight years of steady sailing, and he fell into the water.

Coming ashore he pulled off his soaked T-shirt and sat down on the sand, laughing to himself:

"You've not only lost your head, Jake, but your credibility in the eyes of a beginner who, unlike you, has never had a sip of salt water."

He waved to the guys and they took turns joining him, stretching out on the sand.

"That was awesome! Now I wish I could shower and take a nap for an hour," C stretched out.

"I'm thrilled! Thanks, P, for showing and teaching me. I want to practice more often," Hope kept his smile on his face.

"P'Jake, are you all right? I saw you fall... Sorry to remind you..." - Fridey mumbled.

"I'm fine! I was just staring at the sun, it kind of hypnotized me," replied the man smiling, looking at the happy kitten.

At that moment, Oliver walked up to them:

"How are the waves? I've been watching. Did pretty well, Hope. But your trainer clearly has balance issues," the blond man chuckled, adding, "I can give you a couple lessons if you need it

Jake smiled and decided to ignore the lunge, but the kitten couldn't bear the insolence and turned into a tiger. Jumping to his feet, he uttered:

"What do you allow yourself? Don't talk to him like that!"

"What did I say wrong? Your reaction...I always liked to read your face, it exposes all your feelings every time," his voice measured and not even the slightest hesitation on the blond man's face.

"You've gotten too chatty," the tiger boiled over.

The boys stirred, standing beside their captain, but their faces read incomprehension of what was happening.

Jake couldn't sit silently in this situation any longer. Getting to his feet, he walked over to Hope and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly with his fingers:

"Captain, take it easy. To raise a varan is to make a kang out of water. Though your friend probably won't know what I'm talking about. Being polite and ignoring is much more effective, and just as annoying. And as for you, mister, this fall was not part of my plans, nor was accepting your offer."

(From the author: Kang is a spiced rice, meat or fish dish.)

There was no response from the green-eyed rock, and the man turned to the boys:

"Let's turn in our equipment and move toward the hotel. And don't be late for breakfast!"

Taking the board and sail, Jake turned toward Oliver and, smiling, said:

"Oh, yes, and in return for your kindness, I'll give you some friendly advice to hold on to your swim trunks, just a little while longer and your 'things' will be on full display"

Oliver reached for the laces of his swim trunks, and Jake moved with the boys toward the hangar. His mood hadn't slipped a bit; he was confident in himself and his spunky little boy, and people like Oliver didn't cling to him if his loved ones weren't threatened by them.

***

Jake was sitting in the restaurant with all the guys. It had been ten minutes since breakfast had started, and eight people still hadn't shown up, including Hope, Pruit, and Jean.

A young English teacher walked over to the coach and gracefully sat down opposite. Radi Hongsawan was four years younger than him, a beautiful, neat brunette with dark eyes wearing expensive horn-rimmed glasses.

"Good morning, Nong Radi. Are you here to ask about the absent students?" - Jake began. He had long ago noticed her trying to flirt with him, so he tried to block-shoot her 'attacks' in advance.

"P, hello. It's been a long time since I've asked to talk fore friendly. I hope it happens soon," Radi smiled, resting her head on her thin arm bent at the elbow, looking the coach in the mouth.

"The kids still haven't come up. I'll go find them," Jake decided to ignore her again, and finishing the last piece of bacon, withdrew.

Stepping out into the lobby, he immediately dialed Hope. It was ringing, but he wasn't picking up. Then the man looked around and saw all the absentees behind the glass doors of the hotel. They were standing there, seemingly figuring things out. On one side Hope, Jean and Pruit and on the other side was Phichit with four girls from his class.

Jake sighed and walked towards the guys. Outside, he immediately heard Pruit's confident metallic voice and the tall thin headman of the M6-2 class. He couldn't hear the words, and when he approached the group of students, everyone fell silent at once.

"What's going on here? Breakfast has already been served. Do you need a personal invitation?" - Jake said it calmly, but firmly, and looked at the boys. Pruit looked like a bull looking at the red rag that was Phichit, and seemed ready to snap at any second. She, in turn, was expressing her displeasure and disappointment. Jean stood there looking lost, tears glistening in her eyes, while Hope put his arm around her shoulders and tried to comfort her.

"Yes, P'Jake, we're on our way. Jean, give me your hand!" - Pruit grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her toward the main entrance doors.

Phichit stomped her foot and followed there as well, along with her entourage. Hope rubbed his face with his palms as if trying to calm down and took a step in the same direction, but Jake stopped him:

"What's wrong?"

Hope looked up, there was a storm raging in the oceans, anger mixed with...with fear? Was he that worried about his friend? Jake wanted to find out what was wrong as soon as possible:

"You're coming with me. There's a café in the building next door. Have breakfast there."

The man texted the nurse that he would have a talk with the team captain so they wouldn't be looking for him for the rest of breakfast, and led Hope down a path buried in greenery.

Until they were seated at a table by the window, the boy was silent.

"Well, tell me. What happened out there?" - Jake's patience broke when the waiter brought the menu and left.

"Phichit saw everything..." - he said quietly.

"Saw what? Let's go in order," Jake placed his palm on the table, closer to the frowning kitten.

And Hope began to speak...

The beginning of the flashback

When Hope and Pruit went down to the first floor to go to the restaurant, they noticed Jean surrounded by other girls outside the glass doors of the hotel entrance, she was standing with her head down and Phichit was hovering over her and saying something while smiling echidically.

The guys immediately headed towards them to help their friend.

"So what do you say, slut? Soon everyone will know that behind the mask of Mistress Innocence hides a lecherous whore!" - Phichit spat with unkind words.

"What's going on here?" - Pruit was the first to burst into the circle and stood in front of Jean to protect her.

"There you are, Pruity! How many of you have been in her already?" - Laughing the demon in the skirt, the other girls backed her up with baying unkind laughter.

"What are you talking about?" - Hope couldn't stand by.

"My friends and I were walking along the beach yesterday and we caught these two in a dark hangar. Even got a couple pictures and videos of them coming out of there," Phichit shook her phone in front of Pruit's nose, who immediately stood next to Jean and took her hand and stated:

"You saw it so what? She's my girlfriend, we're dating, we're eighteen. We can do whatever we want."

Jean immediately looked up at him with a look full of love and gratitude.

Phichit made a surprised face for a moment, and then said with annoyance in her voice:

"That's how... Suppose I believe you. But still! It's hypocrisy to talk about chastity within the walls of the school and then do such a thing behind them. We heard her moaning."

Pruit, letting go of his girlfriend's hand, moved closer to the blonde and began to speak, keeping his eyes on her:

"Phichit! Don't you dare! You're far from an angel to moralize someone by talking about chastity and purity. The guys in your class also have pictures of you standing with two daddies in front of an expensive car. They have them clasping you on both sides, hands under your skirt, and your face is happy. If you keep up your baseless attacks on Jean, I'm going to leak these pics to the forum since your classmates won't dare. Do you understand me?"

Hope at this time put his arm around his silent friend.

"You! You! Don't you dare!" - Phichit shouted, spitting at Pruit.

At that moment, the coach came over and everyone fell silent.

The end of the flashback

"She could have seen us in that hangar yesterday... You know? The consequences would have been terrible... Just thinking about it, like that..." - Kitten almost whispered.

"Shh, sweetie. It's all turned out all right. We'll draw conclusions and be more careful. Agreed? It was my mistake, dragging you down there. I promise I'll be extremely careful here at the hotel and play the role of your coach. Nothing more," Jake could see the fear lodged in the blue eyes and blamed himself for making a mistake that would hurt his kitten.

"But! I... don't want to. What about...?" - Hope clearly didn't like this arrangement, and he envisioned this trip differently.

"Don't worry. Know that even though I'll keep my distance, in my thoughts and... and heart I'll be by your side," a thought flashed through Jake's mind as he spoke those words:

"Is that true? Is that how I feel? And Chom? Chom is there, too, in my heart and in my thoughts. Will I be able to say goodbye to him?"

"Good. We don't have any other choice anyway..." - he sighed and opened the menu.

***

After breakfast, all the students went to prepare for the Talent Festival to be held on Friday, the last night before they left for Bangkok. Jake, the only one of the adults not involved in the action, only watched from the sidelines and supervised discipline.

The boys were divided into ten groups, each preparing a different act, three teams chose to put on plays, and the rest were either making up songs or planning their variety show. The large assembly hall was cheerful and noisy.

Radi fluttered like a butterfly in her flowing light and slightly sheer dress from one group to the next, helping the boys, while glancing at the coach every so often, smiling and occasionally beckoning him to participate. Jake didn't react, he in turn glanced occasionally, blankly at Hope and thought about the upcoming conversation with his guardian:

"This man won't beat around the bush, but will ask a question head-on. I won't lie, I'll tell it like it is. After all, he won't kill me. Maybe he'll spare me and give me a chance. Hope, how do I feel? I only met him because I saw Chom in him. They really do look a lot alike. But they're so different in their personalities and their life principles.

Chom did not like sports and everything that was connected with it, did not combine in himself, like Hope, modesty and violent passion ... yes, he was more passive in bed .... Chom liked cats, and Hope, like me, liked dogs.

I was different with Chom, more calm and rational because HE was like this. Was I real around him? What was I really like? It's all a mess in my head...

Chom is no longer with me and never will be. Do I want to spend my life with Hope? I definitely do. He breathed life into me. He made my heart race again...

Chom, am I ready to let you go once and for all, to cut you out of my life, to put my heart and mind at rest? I think not yet... It's been too little time....

But it's not right for Hope.

To throw away half of your life and a loved one...

It's unimaginable.

Chom will be with me forever.

But I can let him go.

Hope is already in my heart.

I can't go on without him.

I want to find new happiness with him."

The students filed out, and the joyous clamor of a hundred people made Jake snap out of his thoughts. The hotel provided a snack for the children, after which they went to their rooms for a two-hour rest. The man failed to find his kitten in the crowd of students.

When Jake entered his room, his cell phone rang.

📞 «Hia, it's me," Hope whispered, apparently hiding in the bathroom.

📞 "I got it, kitten," the man smiled as he pictured his baby sitting on the floor with his arm around his knees.

📞 "When are you going to meet Grandpa?"

📞 "We're meeting in the lobby in half an hour."

📞 "Are you...worried?"

📞 "Ha, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't"

📞 "He loves me a lot and I love him a lot. If he starts being rude, please be easy with him... He's ex-military, don't mind if he starts giving out commands... and if he suddenly pulls out a little black suitcase, dial me MAYDAY and I'll come running right away."

📞 "Honey, hahaha, you're worrying too much! This is going to be a conversation between two grown men. Rest up and don't fill your head with heavy thoughts."

📞 "I really want you two to get along. That the two people I... Anyway, try to understand him. He's good."

📞 "Kitten?"

📞 "Huh?"

📞 "I missed you..."

📞 "We just recently... Yeah, me too. Really want to hug you and..."

📞 "Oh, your voice... makes me horny.... I suggest we talk before bed, it will be more time for various maneuvers."

📞 "Hiiiiia! Are you offering me phone sex?"

📞 "Well, if all goes well with your guardian and without the mysterious black suitcase... then yes, I am. Do you mind?"

📞 "..."

📞 "Kitten?"

📞 "You tease me all the time, Hia."

📞 "So, what about tonight?"

📞 "Agreed. Bye!"

Hope cut the call short.

"What a shy guy! And when we're alone... Mmmmmm. I can't wait for tonight. I want to tease you. I wonder what it'll be like," Jake thought as he lay on the bed, adjusting his already battle-ready machine.

"Shower! And run to the meeting!" - he commanded himself and rushed into the bathroom.

He was already dressed literally on the go, as he had to take time to de-stress. He chose light gray pants and a graphite-colored shirt for the meeting. He quickly styled his hair with gel and ran out into the hallway. There was no way he could be late.

A hotel employee approached Jake in the lobby with the words, "You're expected," and escorted him to the meeting room.

Troy was already waiting for him, sitting in a green leather chair, sipping coffee from a miniature cup. He was wearing a muscle-bound black shirt and gray slacks.

"Good afternoon, Khun Troy," Jake greeted him.

"I don't know if it's a good one yet. Have a seat," the gray-haired man was deadly serious.

When Jake took a seat on the leather couch across from his companion, he started at once, setting his cup on the table and clasping his hands together:

"I'm going to ask you a simple question, and after I get an answer, I'll decide if we should continue the conversation."

"Yes, Khun Troy. You are a very important person in Hope's life, so I am ready. I will be as frank and honest with you as possible," Jake's heart started pounding against his chest and he had to take deep breaths in and out.

"That's good... The question is impossibly simple. What feelings do you have for my son?" - the man, as expected, didn't bother to ruminate.

"I... love him. But..." - Jake tried to find the right words as he was immediately interrupted:

"Interesting. You do know that anything said before 'BUT' can just be thrown in the trash, right?"

"Yes, you're right, Khun Troy, I'll restate it. Due to certain circumstances, I can't confess my love for your son just yet," Jake decided he would be as honest as possible and not quibble.

"Hmm. And what circumstances are those? You have to understand, Jake, this isn't just my idle interest. If something goes wrong... Hope's fate isn't vanilla cake, and if you add heartbreak to the mix, the kid's going to be broken. And I'll be the one to pull him out of that hole," the green eyes were burning, and the words made his body shake, but Jake tried to pull himself together and ran his hands through his hair and began to speak:

"Yes I understand... I'll tell you everything as it is. Just three months ago I lost my partner... He was brutally murdered, the killer still hasn't been found. I couldn't... I couldn't do anything for him. We lived soul to soul for 15 years, and... please understand, it's not like stepping over a puddle... I realize with my brain that it's time to let it go, but inside it's like there are thousands of hooks of love, guilt, bitterness, longing and grief clinging to him. I need some time to work through this pain."

Troy looked at Jake without looking away, and after a moment, lowered his eyes and began quietly:

"Jake, while you're dealing with the 'hooks', I suggest you stay away from Hope. I have a lot of life experience, and I can only advise you to rip it off like a Band-Aid from your skin if you're determined. I don't know what might be the catalyst for this action, you think for yourself. If my son and your, as you say, love for him can not help you to let go of the man, then do not screw the guy's brains out! You see, he's crazy about you, he has it all written on his face, he hides his emotions.... Don't you dare, you hear me? Don't you dare hurt him! Or I'll kill you!"

Troy's tone kept rising and his speech ended on a high note. The words stabbed into Jake like sharp-tipped arrows, but despite the pain, he was determined to convince the man that he was serious about his son by any means necessary. The brunet looked at Grandpa with clear eyes and slowly said:

"I understand. I'm willing to let it go. I can do it for him."

Troy sighed and spoke again in a calm tone:

"Okay. I'll give you a deadline to resolve this issue... Except I don't know how to go about it. Even two days will be a lot. You must realize that all this romantic atmosphere: the sea, the beach, sunsets, sunrises and you all the time under his nose in tight T-shirts, deepen his feelings for you. But I can't put such impossible conditions on you either. The pain of loss takes years to get over. Why don't you just give up?"

"No. That's out of the question! I understand you. Two days... I'll give it a try," Jake didn't believe it was possible, but he knew he'd do his best.

"That's good. Wednesday morning, meet me in the lobby at 9:00. Deal?" - Troy stood up and held out a wiry hand, adjusting his shirt.

"Deal. Thank you for giving me a chance," Jake shook the hand firmly and confidently from the man he was undoubtedly growing to respect even more after this conversation.

"I wouldn't have given it. Consider it a chance from my son," Troy tossed before leaving the room, leaving Jake alone with his boiling brain.

***

Jake laid in bed until 2:50 pm. The result of his long deliberation was:

"I can do this. I LOVE him, so it just has to work out."

The plan was to have water procedures in the afternoon: a spa complex with pools and entertainment on the shore. For convenience the students were divided into two groups, M6-1 class was in the first one, so Jake had to go to the spa, which was in the next building.

He undressed and left his clothes in the locker, taking only a small towel with him. He was wearing short swim trunks that were dark blue in color. After rinsing off in the shower, he entered the huge room, which was divided into two areas. One was for a fee and the other was free for all hotel guests. There were a couple of jacuzzis, two hammams, a sauna, a salt cave and a relax area with sun beds. A small pool was used to swim out to two huge, outdoor pools.

Jake gathered the class and gave a briefing, after which the boys scattered with joyful squeals, the bulk of them heading for the pools.

The man followed Hope, who caught his eye and headed for the sauna with Pruit and Jean.

Jake took a wait-and-see stance on a recliner. A few minutes later, the red-faced girl popped out, followed by Pruit, and the man went straight into the warm sauna room.

Hope was alone, his cheeks red and beads of sweat streaked across his body. He looked incredibly sexy in that dim light. Jake swallowed and sat down next to him:

"Kitten, aren't you overheating?"

"I've been waiting for you, Hia," he spoke softly, turning toward his companion.

"You're insanely handsome right now," Jake stared into the two warm oceans of his lover's eyes as if under hypnosis, while his brain drew the bed around him... and now the next slide... two intertwined bodies on it... and Hope sweating, rosy-cheeked, just as he was now... under him... completely at his mercy.

"Grandpa didn't say anything to me. How did your conversation go?" - Hope brought the man back to reality.

"Not bad. We understood each other. I can't reveal the details. It's a military secret, ha ha," Jake decided to turn it into a joke to distract the kitten from his troubled thoughts.

"I see," the boy averted his eyes and lifted the corners of his lips slightly.

"Come on, let's go for a swim! You're about to get sick," the man took Hope by the forearm. When they stood up, the boy dropped his head on Jake's chest and kissed him on his jugular, then whispered softly:

"I was so worried, Hia. Really glad you two met, and I hope everything is as good as you say it is."

Jake stroked the kitten's head and glanced toward the door, ready to react at any second to avoid revealing their relationship.

"Sweetheart, it's time," the man, overcoming the urge to grab that supple body into his arms and pull it away into a passionate kiss, dragged Hope toward the door.

The boy straightened up and went on his own, rejoining his friends who were splashing around in the hot tub.

Два часа длились целую вечность. Джейк пытался расслабиться, но не мог:

«Aaaaaah, that's impossible! What's wrong with me? I can't stop thinking about him. I'm literally going crazy. I want to be closer, but there's always some obstacle between us: it's fucking time, it's people..."

Finally the languid two hours of entertainment came to an end. Jake made sure all his charges were out before heading to the men's locker room. The showers had separate stalls. Jake took off his swim trunks and, hanging them and his towel on a hook, went into one of them to wash himself.

He was surprised to not to find his things where he'd left them five minutes ago.

"Is this some kind of joke?" - He swore out loud.

He walked over to his locker while water ran down his naked body. Quelling his irritation a little, he opened the door with the magnetic key that was on the silicone bracelet and... He was in for another surprise!

Checking the numbers on the locker again, he confirmed that it was his favorite number 25, with which he defended the honor of his school in basketball competitions.

But! There were none of his belongings in it. Just a pink thong and a woman's beige sweatshirt.

"What the hell is going on? Who has such flat jokes?" - A couple of men changing in the same locker room threw stern looks at the imp, and Jake shut up. The students weren't here anymore, there was no one to ask for help.

Jake sighed and, putting on what was available, went to the exit. The thong was tight around his not-so-small manhood, and it fit snugly into the cleft between his two firm buttocks. The size was clearly too small.

It was only two hundred meters along the path, buried in green plants, and the worst part - to pass through the hotel lobby. He immediately decided that he would take the stairs so as not to embarrass the people in the elevator.

The plan was simple, but after fifty meters he saw the hotel owner standing on the walkway, crossing his arms and leaning against the trunk of a tree, his eyes smiling:

"How do you like my present? Are your panties not tight?"

"Huh, and I inadvertently thought it was my students that did the trick. There are younger kids in this place," Jake stopped, not trying to cover his naked body, because he knew there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He was a hundred percent sure of his physical beauty.

Oliver wanted to say something else, but there was a crowd of students coming toward them, all of them holding an ice cream cone; apparently they had gone to the cafeteria at the spa, so they hadn't reached their rooms yet.

Both classes were here, which meant almost sixty people. As they passed Jake, the girls covered their mouths and giggled, to which the man grumbled to himself and covered what part of himself he could with a short cardigan, but felt that his buttocks as well as his front part were in full view.

C slowed his step as he passed the coach and gave him a thumbs-up in approval. Jake wanted to fall through the ground at that moment; he didn't know which way to turn; it seemed that no matter which way he turned, it was pointless.

Then it was Radi's turn - slowing down, she stared at his lower body and literally ate up everything she saw with her eyes.

"P, you look superb today. Just a treat for my eyes. Just in case, my number is 243, not far from yours," she whispered.

"Nong'Radi, keep your cool. Your students are here," Jake was seething, wishing this string of people would go away so he could get to his room in peace. The woman turned on her brain and moved on.

The laughs of the girls, the approving looks of the guys, the whistling of the national team players - he endured it all with dignity. Until the golden trio approached him. Hope stopped and looked at Jake with a burning gaze, oceans boiling. The boy stuck out his tongue and licked his popsicle, causing the man's hands to drop sharply downward, and whatever had been covered was immediately bare again. Pruit immediately covered Jean's eyes with his hand and, shaking his head, nudged her in the direction of the hotel.

Hope looked slowly over the man's tanned and pumped-up body, and then, looking into his eyes, dipped his open lips into the sweet white ball in the waffle cone. The movement sent a huge herd of goosebumps coursing through Jake and made his lower abdomen warm. The barrel jerked involuntarily toward the provocateur and Jake whispered in a voice not his own:

"Go already."

"Coach, I'll drop by in three minutes for a serious talk about the upcoming match," Hope licked his sweet lips and, smiling, skipped down the path following his friends.

"What's your connection to him, Coach?" - came from behind him, and Jake turned around and saw Oliver coming out from behind a bush.

"P and Nong's usual relationship, nothing more," Jake covered his nakedness as best he could and moved toward the hotel.

"Well, well, well," came from behind him, but Jake didn't care about the goofball, he wanted to get to the room as soon as possible.

The man collected all the stares of the hotel guests as he made his way toward his destination, and only when he got to his room and closed the door he could relax.

Knock-knock-knock

"Who else is there?" - Jake opened the door, and a blond kitten squeezed through the small gap.

He literally pounced on the man, ripping off his cardigan. Jake's second shock was replaced by intense arousal. The kitten kissed his neck, leaving red marks as his naughty hands squeezed his bare firm buns.

"Honey... shhh... baby... there's no way we can't... here," part of his mind not clouded by arousal called out for discretion.

"I just wanted to shake them so badly," Hope chuckled, pausing for a second but not removing her hands from the man's buttocks. Their gazes met and a second later they were laughing at the same time. Jake raked his wonder into his arms and whispered in his ear:

"Be a good boy and go to your room. Otherwise we'll attract unnecessary attention. I'll call you at 9 p.m. after the game. Be ready."

"Always ready," the kitten said quietly and stood up on his toes and gave the man a quick kiss on the lips, "I'll go...even though I don't feel like it at all."

The boy took a step back and turned around. Jake immediately walked over and clasped his hands together, wrapping his arms around his waist:

"Babe, I miss you all the time when I'm without you."

"Hia...I thought I could be closer to you here, but it turned out to be nothing like that...just another maximum security prison..." - The kitten was sad.

Jake turned him around and slowly approached the boy's lips, sinking into them, instantly feeling the sweetness of vanilla ice cream. The kiss was long, tender and deep. Their tongues intertwined over and over, bringing incredible sensations, Jake felt warmth in his body and soul, like hot chocolate, slowly enveloping his whole being.

How long did this pleasure last? The man forgot himself in this sweet intoxicating act, and when Hope pulled back slightly to take a breath of air, he finally woke up.

"You've got to go, my love," his brain was saying one thing, but his arms continued to hold the boy tightly in their embrace.

"Eh... I'm off. I'll see you at dinner?" - Hope said slowly, and Jake watched the movement of his pinkened and slightly swollen lips.

"Uh-huh. And then we'll play the ball. And then...I'll call you."

The guy was out the door, and Jake took the three steps to the bed, plopped his face into the pillow, and shouted:

"I love you so much!"

***

At dinner, Jake was the most talked about person, the brightest star of the day. He could hear the whispering and the discussion of his fancy pink panties every step of the way. He promised himself he'd be sure to slap Oliver if he got the chance.

After the evening meal, the man put on his gym uniform and went to the playground. The boys greeted him with applause. C wouldn't be C if he didn't say something:

"P'Jake, pink thongs are on trend now! The guys won't admit it, but I'll be blunt - everyone wants to buy one now! Ha ha ha. They looked sexy as hell on you!"

Everyone laughed good-naturedly and expressed agreement, only Hope stood back and nibbled his bottom lip while smiling.

"Ha, I'm forced into this situation, and I'll try not to get into it again. Now finish having fun and go ahead and practice. Ten laps around the court, and let's start playing."

Jake liked his team. He enjoyed teaching and guiding these guys. Some of them had innate talent, Hope was one of that group, and some of them had to work hard to achieve a goal. What they had in common was their love of the game, and they were a supportive family. Jake was overjoyed to be an integral part of these perfectly matched puzzles that came together to create an incredibly beautiful picture.

The image of Hope with the ball in his hand gave him a special kind of pleasure. Jake caught every movement, every glance of playful eyes, every confused breath and exclamation.

"I can't get enough of you, kitten. I hope no one can see from outside how carnivorous I'm looking at you... Jake, be careful," the man reminded himself to be prudent every time.

The sky and the sun slipping below the horizon once again lent the team indescribable beauty. The man had never thought the game could be so romantic.

The day was coming to an end. Jake had showered and was already lying in bed when he got a text message:

<Hope: "I'm waiting for your call, Hia."

The man laughed and said looking at the text, "So cute, hurry up. There's still a whole four more minutes until 9pm. I won't keep you waiting, baby, since you're already ready."

He dialed Hope and one dial tone later he heard:

📞 "Yes, Hia!"

📞 "Kitten, and you happen to be so impatient. Really want to play?"

📞 "Me? That's you... Ugh... I want to, yes," the honest little guy admitted after all.

📞 "Where would you start?" - Jake's voice grew increasingly languid and velvety.

📞 "Mmmmm, I want all of you at once," the voice on the phone mirrored the man's tone.

📞 "Noooo, that won't do. Foreplay is our everything, no way without it. Let's start with clothes... I put the phone on speaker."

📞 "And I'm wearing headphones... I can hear you fine... and my hands are free."

📞 "Great. Good boy. I'm taking off my shirt and I want you to do the same," Jake didn't know how it was going to go with this modest boy, he was excited since this was also his first time of intimacy via cell phone.

📞 "Done, Hia."

📞 "Turn off the main light, walk over to the mirror and turn on the lamp by the sink," the man lay back and visualized the baby with his bare torso in the dimly lit bathroom.

📞 "Yes, Hia... Done."

📞 "Now, kitten, wet your nipples with warm water... good boy... close your eyes and rub them with your fingers... When I'm lucky enough to be near you, I'll explore every millimeter of your body and find all the erogenous zones... I'll start with your little tubercles on your breasts, suck them... and play with them with my tongue. I move to your ears... go down kissing your neck... inhale its scent... your smell intoxicates me..."

📞 "Hia... ah... I love it..."

📞 "Baby, let's get your pants down... My buddy is already standing... Do you want to touch him?" - Jake put his hand on his now aroused cock.

📞 "Yes, Hia! Yes! I really want to."

📞 "Then touch it, and I'll put my palm around yours... press my thumb lightly on the hole and rub your juice on the head with my finger...," Jake slowly ran his hand over his shaft.

📞 "It...feels...really good...Hia...Like that time...in the shower...aaaahhhh...it takes me away..."

📞 "Good... kitten... I want to kiss you insanely... everywhere. I want to taste... your cock... arrrrrrrrrrrr," Jake was getting more and more turned on until he heard it:

📞 "... Ah... I want you to come inside me, Lion! Right now, do you hear me?"

At those words, the man sat up abruptly at the surprise of what his kitten had said.

📞 "Baby, you know this is going to involve pain, especially the first time, right?" - Jake tried to speak as gently as possible so as not to throw off the mood, but what he heard next just shattered the boundaries of what he thought of his lover:

📞 "I don't think it's going to... hurt much... I... I try to prepare myself... give it most of my free time... ah..."

📞 "You're... not kidding?" - The man asked quietly, swallowing his saliva, he was in shock, his baby wanted him so badly that he had started preparations in advance. How many days had he been doing this already? The images of the guy stretching himself were so erotic it blew Jake's mind.

📞 "No... right now already two fingers are quietly entering my ass..."

📞 "..." - Jake couldn't utter a word, he just quickened the pace of his hand's movements on his piston.

📞 "Hia... ah... why are you silent? are you here?"

📞 "Yeah... kitten... it's just that I'm furiously jacking... my cock... mmmmm... sorry, you never cease to amaze me... good boy... mmm"

📞 "Hia... it's so tight in me... ahh... and warm... Do you want me, Lion?"

📞 "Yeahhhh... madly want... kitten, add another finger," Jake closed his eyes and imagined his baby boy's desirable body beneath him, he arched and moaned, lips ajar and eyes begging for more and more...

📞 "Already... they're moving freely... it feels so good... ugh..."

📞 "Then add a fourth..." - Jake felt like he was about to cum so he slowed down, he wanted to do it along with the kitten.

📞 "...Aaaah...Hia...I want to feel...you in me...ah...ahhh...this is going to be...magical."

📞 "Honey...I'd give anything to...be right next to you right now," Jake was already running down the hallway to Hope's room in his thoughts.

📞 "I want you to come... and grab my buttocks... like I did you today... to lift me up and put me... aaahhhh... on your huge..."

📞 "Yes...kitten...I will and more than once...I'll be gentle with you the first time...mmmmm...but then...ahhh...no mercy. I want to thrust into your ass...all the way in...I want to hear your moans turn to screams...you'll arch your back...and your ass will beg me for more..."

📞 "Ahhhh... Hia... I... I'm... I'm already... now... ahhh..."

His cum filled his palm and poured over the edge onto the sheet, and he laid his head back on the pillow as his eyes darkened and breathed frequently. A contented smile lingered on his lips.

📞 "Hia... I love you..."

📞 "Kitten, I do too..." - The words stuck in his throat.

📞 "It's okay. You don't have to... I feel good with you... even on the phone," the little guy giggled.

Jake pictured his happy face and promised himself again that he would do his best and let go of his past.

📞 "Good night, honey. I want you to come to me in my dreams," the man whispered.

📞 "I'll come to you in your dreams, Lion... I'm hanging up."

"I... love you, kitten. I LOVE you!!! I love you so much already," the words pulsed through his head and Jake squeezed his eyes shut. – "It's going to be okay. I will make it."

Showering again, the man lay down on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. For the first time, instead of Chom, he was dreaming about the captain of the team, with flushed skin and beads of sweat on his body..