Chapter 4
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Grange was muttering as he held him tight.
“Can you stand?” Milo asked, hating the tremor in his voice.
“Yes, it’s fine, I promise. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Grange was wading to the edge with Milo trembling in his arms. He managed to push Milo out of the water. He rolled awkwardly onto the blanket as naked relief washed over him, and watched as Grange pulled himself up, water streaming from him as he did so. His sodden clothes clung to him, showing contours of muscle and to his mortification, even in his wet, terrified state Milo grew instantly hard. His whole body ached with a rush of lust so intense he didn’t know what to do. He flailed about trying to grab the blanket, anything to cover himself, but then Grange was towering over him, panting.
“Don’t stare at me.”