They crept their way slowly to the water, releasing the branches quietly in front, cautious of any noise that might draw attention. Kolya sighed happily. “I love the sea at this hour.” “Yes, my friend. I never look out without missing a ship beneath me.” His eyes hardened at the memories. Kolya gazed at the man sadly. “One day you will have another.” “Aye. That I will.” Kolya discarded his clothing, his mouth set in a grim line. Walking gracefully to the water’s edge like a beautiful panther, his hard muscles rippling as elegant as the morning tide, he turned back towards Justin. Catching his pained look, he smiled softly, meeting his gaze. For one brief moment, they shared a private awakening. Kolya ran powerfully into the oncoming waves, diving into it vigorously. Surfacing, he faced his friend, still gazing at him. Shaking himself back to control, Justin tore his garments off angrily. Diving into the waves as swift and exquisite as Kolya, he swam far out as if he were attacking the sea. Kolya shook his head. Taking another dive, he swam out to join his friend. “Planning on swimming to the Americas?” Justin gave him a devilish smile. “I’ll race you back!” Side by side they swam vigorously back towards the sandy beach, stroke for stroke in matching perfection. Justin hurled himself from the water, eyeing Kolya with a roguish grin. “Well, I guess you know who the best swimmer is!” Kolya sprang out, lunging into him and knocking them to the sand. Rolling playfully over and over, Justin finally held him in a headlock. Smiling, he tightened his hold. “Give up?” “Never!” shouted Kolya. Justin gazed into the beautiful face beneath him. Much too beautiful for a man, he thought. His face glistened up at him, his features straight and perfect in form. His mouth was sensual and not thick like the other Africans, hinting that there had been a white woman somewhere in the past. His face reeked of magnetism, sculptured with an expression and strength of a warrior. Kolya shifted beneath him, softly meeting his gaze. Suddenly, he released his hold and jumped up. “Best get started.” “The hunt continues,” smirked Kolya, donning his clothes.
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