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Tintin entered the dinner room, where he expected to see Haddock taking the breakfast. To his surprise it was empty.

"Mister Tintin?"

The young man turned and saw the butler.

"Oh…Nestor."

"Mister Haddock is expecting you in the pool."

"What about the breakfast?"

"The Mister ordered me to serve it on the pool"

"Hum…right."

Tintin crossed the leafy garden to the large pool. The Captain was already there, sipping at the usual whiskey glass and reading the newspaper. The garden table was filled with the usual breakfast; the only different thing was a container filled with ice.

For the first time in his life, Tintin felt intimidated to see his friend. The fact that Haddock only sported short pool shorts didn´t help, either.

"Ah, here you are, lad…blistering barnacles! I feel like I have to rip my skin off from my flesh and you´re with that shirt?

"Hu…it´s a summer shirt, Captain. See? It has short sleeves."

"Do as you please, lad, but you will end up with the marking of the shirt in your skin. Besides…"

The Captain paused.

"We have to show what is good, don´t you think, my boy?"

Tintin was completely caught by surprise. Did he mean iit/i?

Haddock winked at him.

Oh, God.

"See? You´re already burning with that heat. You look like a tomato."

"Er…yes. I suppose you´re right."

Tintin striped off his shirt with trembling hands, putting it folded over the pool chair. He sat at table, trying to hide his nervousness, and poured orange juice into his glass. The young man could feel the Captain´s eyes on him. He noticed the older man stretching his arms behind his head and throwing it back. Tintin dared a quick glance and saw the strong throat and it´s muscles moving. He looked away quickly and began to sip at his juice.

"Want some ice, lad?"

"…No, thanks. I don´t like to drink very cold juice."

He began to spread strawberry compote over the toast. He knew if he met Haddock´s eyes he would lost it.

The Captain grabbed some ice cubes and threw some into an empty glass.

Tintin didn´t like it. Usually their conversation flowed at breakfast and it was funny and agreeable. But since the past hours something happened and Tintin couldn´t figure what it was. The only thing he was sure was his unexpected attraction for his older friend. Maybe he always had had that attraction but his catholic education and prejudice didn´t allow him to realize it.

As for the Captain, he surely was acting strangely, but there was no way he could feel the same. Haddock was too manly for that and even if he wanted a male lover, of course it wouldn´t be him. Not only was there a gap between their ages as he wasn´t attractive enough to call someone´s attention like his friend.

Chewing his toast, he dared another glance.

He almost chocked on it.

The Captain was sitting with his head thrown back, and was running an ice cube down his neck and collar bone. A wet track shone in his throat and his hairy chest rose and fell.

Tintin felt blood flowing at his groin. The sight before him was incredible and sensual. He knew it was too risky, but he couldn´t take his eyes off Haddock.

The older man lifted his head and met Tintin´s eyes.

"Oh, I´m just cooling myself, boy. That heat is killing me."

Haddock run a cube over his nipple and shivered.

"Ahh…"

Tintin grabbed his glass and began to drink. No, it was madness!

The Captain grinned to himself. The boy was losing it. Good.