Cool Heat

OK, so the last little bit of this fic *is* based on a true incident Theresa Sokryka spoke of during that infamous Vicki Gabreau interview, but everything else is just the product of my twisted and curious imagination. That is all.

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Skinny-dipping in the mansion pool on a clear summer day- harmless fun, or recipe for disaster? It depended on which of its two current occupants you asked.

"Oh come on, Josh, don't be a wuss," chided Jacob, who was floating on his back.

Josh shivered from his corner of the pool where he shielded himself. "Aren't you even a little worried? I mean, there could be paparazzi on the highway...paparazzi in helicopters..." He nervously looked to the sky.

"When you've got a great bod like mine, you could care less," the young man chuckled and paddled over to his lover.

"I dunno." Josh sat on a pool step. "If a complete stranger saw me naked I'd be-"

"Traumatized?" Jacob asked and submerged himself.

"Yeah. I'd probably run off to Tibet and be a gay monk or something." The older man attempted bravery by stepping further into the water, but he felt Jacob grab him by the ankle and pull him down before he could even protest.

After his vision adjusted to the water, he saw Jacob backing away and beckoning, a catch-me-if-you-can gesture. Josh chuckled to himself and swam over to catch up. He was up for a challenge.

The young man puckered his lips and made moony eyes as he kept backing up, all too clear about what he wanted. Josh closed his eyes and dove right for his target-

Can't breathe can't breathe!

He quickly shot up to the surface and soon heard Jacob's emerging splash afterward. "You OK, man?" the young man asked in genuine concern.

Josh coughed, gagged, spat out pool water. "Bleh, forget it! Kissing underwater just isn't like in the movies."

Jacob's only answer was one of his mischievous smiles.

"What are you thinking?"

"Something that could work like in the movies." He pressed his lean wet body against Josh's (making the older man shiver), brought his lips near an ear, and whispered his idea.

Oh, my... Josh blushed and felt himself melt. "And what movie did you see that in?" he huskily asked.

"Trust me." Jacob kissed his cheek, "No one's gonna notice." He took Josh by the wrist, brought him back to the pool steps and sat him down. The young man's eyes were half-closed in the deepest serenity. "You'll love this," he whispered and planted a soft kiss on Josh's lips.

"Mmm..." Josh shut his eyes and began using his mind as he felt kisses every few inches down his body. He shivered in anticipation and could already feel himself tightening as the kisses progressed below the water, cool, wet, smooth, and ohsogood on his skin.

"Uhh!" He just felt Jacob's long fingers wrap around him stroking him, teasing him, making every nerve in his body stand on end, and were soon joined by luscious lips with a sexy silver hoop and textured tongue. "Oh my...oh, Jacob..." Josh felt the heat rush to his face and he sank lower into the water until only his head stayed above. Jacob only kept sucking and stroking like it was his duty, which just made the older man feel that much hotter.

He whispered, "Oh, don't stop, Jacob, please not now...you're so close- this is so hot- oh, yes Jacob yes uhh!-" The familiar tension built up inside him released itself in the most sensational way, urged on by the tickle of the young man's tongue. Josh held onto the pool steps and bit his lower lip as he felt himself being drained, pleasure and pain mixed so delightfully. "Jacob-" he whimpered as his orgasm finished and Jacob's mouth left him, but he quickly heard an emerging splash and felt those smooth lips landing right on his own.

"Like that?" Jacob murmured.

"Loved it."

They wrapped their arms around each other and lay comfortably against the steps, loving the feel of each other's wet skin. Josh moaned in contentment and peppered kisses on his lover's shoulder. If time froze right now, I wouldn't mind staying out here like this all day...

Jacob's tone interrupted his good vibe.

"Shit."

"Huh?" Josh backed from the embrace.

"Our clothes are gone."

"No way-" The older man turned around and sure enough, there was an empty spot where said clothes once lay. "Aw, crap..."

"Ten to one someone took 'em when we weren't looking. Bet it was Kaleb, that pervert," Jacob muttered.

"As in someone was out here while we were-" Josh couldn't bear to finish that thought, and submerged to drown himself in humiliation, but the young man grabbed his arm and pulled him back up.

"Quit goofing around, man! We gotta figure out how to get back in the mansion."

"No way, nuh-uh." The older man crossed his arms and shook his head. "How much you wanna bet there's fangirls and paparazzi just waiting with their cameras at the gate?"

Jacob rolled his eyes. "I meant the back route. There's enough bushes and that no one's gonna notice. We'll sneak in the back door and up to our room."

"If you think I'm going out starkers, you're crazier than we all thought."

"We can cover up."

"With what?"

As if on cue, the beach ball with its alternating white and colored stripes lazily floated by. The young men regarded it for a beat, then Jacob said: "That could work."

Josh waded over to it and picked it up. "I don't think it's big enough."

The rocker comically wiggled his eyebrows. "It's not the size of the beach ball, it's how far you can toss it. Y'know what I'm saying?"

"Pfft. Whatever, let's just do this."

They slowly retreated backwards out of the pool, looking over their shoulders every few seconds so they didn't bump into anything, and kept backing up until they were firmly against the wall and the grass crunched under their feet. They both had their hands on the beach ball and were both pressed together tightly so they were strategically covered.

"OK," Jacob breathed when he had his plan figured out. "Scoot to your side 'til we're around the corner, I'll follow you, no sudden movements, and whatever the hell you do, don’t let go."

"I think I saw something like this on The Simpsons once..." Josh mused.

"Just go!"

The older man shut his eyes and began scooting. He was not comfortable at all. He was shivering naked in open air, grass and dirt and who knew what under his feet, the mansion's outside wall scratching at his back, and the hum of the occasional bout of traffic was not helping his nerves. Please don't let anyone spot us please oh please oh please I'll never do this again just don't let anyone catch us-

After what felt like forever, the scratching ended and Josh felt a sharp corner. He opened one eye and peeked around to see the backyard with the trampoline and baseball field. Thank you thank you thank you thank you- "OK, Jake, make a break for the trampoline. Go!"

The two couldn't have run over and leapt on faster if their trails were on fire. The trampoline met them with a welcoming bounce and the beach ball merely rolled around in freedom. "Thank you oh my God thank you nobody saw us thank you God-" Josh protectively lay down and murmured several gratitudes as the bouncing came to a slow finish. Jacob only wiped the dirt and crud off his feet.

"Alright, a sneak-in through the back door and we're home free."

Josh, looking and feeling like a cold drowned rat, shook his head. "I don't think we can do that yet."

"Hunh?"

"Well, we can't sneak into the mansion soaking wet."

"Shit!" Jacob slapped his forehead. "I forgot about the towels!"

"I'm not going back for them." The older man drew his knees closer to his chest.

Jacob shook his head. "Never mind that, we'll just have to dry off here." He started swiping his hands along his body to flick away the pool water still lingering. The sunlight made every drop glisten on his skin like diamonds-

Josh blushed at his thought and quickly turned away. The heavy concentration of trees in this part of the yard made the two invisible from traffic, and looking up assured him helicopters wouldn't be passing by any time soon.

He must've been lost in thought for a minute but was brought back to reality by Jacob's hands swiping along his arms. "What the-?" He turned back to see the younger man's intent expression while he flicked away the water.

"Well, you weren't doing anything about it," he said matter-of-factly and moved his hands to Josh's legs.

Josh didn't know at first what made him shiver more- the coolness of the afternoon air, the water on his bare skin, or his lover's touch. But given the delight of the way he quivered, he soon has his answer. "You missed a spot," he said huskily, and reached to flick a hand across Jacob's chest.

"I was getting to that," the young man answered in a matching tone and moved his hands to both sets of Josh's curls.

It went back and forth like this, alternating swipes of the hand translated as teases, until they were in each other's arms, not caring about their situation or surroundings. Jacob lay on top and touched his lover all over; he seemed to have as many hands as people have fingers, and Josh couldn't help moaning and writhing in every sensation. He felt more suspended off the ground than he already was, and loved how he could tilt his head back, see the bright blue sky, and feel at peace. Jacob's head was in view too, but it was a distraction he didn't mind.

The young man slid his way inside and Josh gasped and bit onto his lower lip initially, but soon the pain passed and left pure pleasure. The squeaking of the trampoline counted the beats of their lovemaking, slow and gentle at first, but soon fast and frantic, wanting to reach ecstatic heights and willing to do anything to get there. Josh moaned at every pleasant jab and begged for more, while Jacob panted with heated exertion, his breaths only interrupted by deep, warm kisses upon his lover's lips. They clung desperately to each other and cried out together as their climaxes overtook them, lost to everything except each other.

After the feel of the flame dwindled down to a match-spark, the young lovers lazily rolled onto their sides and Jacob slowly pulled out. "That...was...damn...hot," he panted, and rubbed along his waist where Josh came.

"Mmm..." The older man sat up, stretched, and carefully stepped off the trampoline. "Guess it's safe to sneak in now."

"Whatever you say," Jacob answered and deftly licked his fingers.

Josh jiggled at the back doorknob, but it wasn't budging. "Dammit! It's locked!"

"You sure?" Jacob looked over.

"Pretty sure." The older man climbed back on the trampoline. "Betcha whoever took our clothes did this too."

"Damn." Jacob craned his head up to see a window. "Hey, I think we're outside the girls' room! Maybe they can unlock the door."

Josh was ready to protest, but he sighed in defeat and grabbed the beach ball to cover them up. "They'll just have to understand."

"Yeah. Hey!" the young man called. "Anybody up there?"

A quick flash of auburn hair was their answer. "Theresa!" Josh called up. "Hey, Theresa!"

"Yo, T-Bone!"

They heard a faint "Hmm?" from inside the room and a figure stepped to the window. Theresa poked her head out. "Yeah, what's the matt- oh my God!" she called out in shock and quickly popped back in. A litany of surprised exclamations drifted out to make the air even bluer.

Jacob only turned to Josh and said, "You're right, it wasn't big enough."