This idea courtesy of Darklight Dragons. (:
Max's POV:
I had to admit, staying in a private luxury cabin was pretty damn nice. I rarely allowed the Flock to talk me into useless expenses such as this, but hey, it was time we had a true vacation. Nudge had talked me into it without much resistance - although expensive, a cabin in the forest with its own heated pool was quite the way for birdkids on the run to relax. I was resting in it, half-asleep, much like snoozing members of the flock indoors. It was late at night, later than I usually stayed up. But hey, why not take advantage of a pool heated purely for my use?
"Max?" I jumped at the voice, dangerously close to my ear. I whirled, as fast as the water currents would allow, and scowled when I saw who it was.
"Fang. What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be asleep!" Yeah, I get crabby when I'm caught off guard.
Fang, however, simply smiled in the face of my anger.
"I could ask the same of you." He responded. Stupid, arrogant, jerk-faced, cocky...
My mental name-calling was cut short when Fang reached down, and pulled the hem of his t-shirt (black, naturally) over his head. He then reached down, and began to undo the belt buckle on his jeans.
"Fang... what are you - " Yet again, my sentence was cut short, this time by Fang sliding into the pool next to me with nothing but his boxers. He turned to glance at me, and his eyes swept my figure, quickly, casually. I squirmed slightly under his scrutiny - I felt exposed in the tiny black bikini that Nudge had forced upon me. I tried to talk her into a one-piece, but I had to agree that with the whole wings situation, a bikini was much more practical.
"I like your swimsuit," he murmured in a low voice. His eyes swept me again, this time lingering on my bare stomach. Despite the fact that any one of the Flock could walk out of the house and see us, I felt the pooling of heat begin in my lower stomach. Fang moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding our bare flesh together. I tilted my head up just as he bent his down to kiss me. Just barely brushing each other's lips, we stood there for a moment, the current nearly palpable in the air between us. Fang's hands broke the spell as they tetchily moved over to my sides, where my bikini bottoms were tied in little bows that held them up. Any other time, I thought as I clung to Fang, they would have been considered inconvenient. But right now, as he pulled the little strings and it fell off my body, I was rather appreciative of the "cutesy" touch.
As Fang undid my bikini clasp with a practiced hand sliding between my wings, I slipped my hands under the elastic of his boxer swim shorts, and was rewarded with a groan. I slid my hands back up, looped a finger around the top of his boxers, and lowered my hands again, taking the fabric with it.
As he stepped out of the cloth, it floated away in slow-motion, looking like a black jellyfish in the eerie glow from the lights around the pool.
Fang pulled back from my mouth a moment to shake his wet hair out. It stuck to the sides of his head when he stopped, and water droplets slowly fell down the sides of his face. I reached up, and carefully brushed the little crystals away, as if they were obscuring my vision of his body. I could feel his chest rise as he inhaled at my touch.
I raised my eyes to his smoldering ones, which were so dark and beautiful that they caused a small gasp to escape me. Fang walked forward, pressing my back against the tiled wall of the pool. His mouth came down on mine, pliant yet firm, clearly showing who was the dominant one.
"Fang..." I sighed, more air than voice. His returning groan was rewarding, even as he moved his lips lower, hovering to suck at my jugular. I tilted my head back to give him better access, eyes closed in pleasure. After dedicating his attentions to my throat for a while, he moved lower, licking the crevice between my breasts. He circled outward, licking everywhere on my breast, except the one spot where I wanted him. I squirmed in his grasp, wordlessly begging.
"Fang.." I groaned again after a while. "Fang, please." After a little more teasing, he obeyed, closing his mouth around my nipple. I jolted with the shock of pleasure, instantly increasing the dampness between my thighs. I slipped my hand down his body, closing my grip around his manhood. Fang grunted against my breast, and I smiled as I slowly moved my hand up and down. He pulled away from my body to moan, hands gripping the edge of the pool. His head tilted back with pleasure as I sped my pace up slightly, feeling the waves of energy ripple away from my actions. I sped up as much as I could underwater, as the water resisted every movement. He let out one last, low moan, and opened his eyes again, moving closer to me, pressed against the wall. I felt the waves wash me against the side, water displaced my his movements. Fang took advantage of this, stepping close enough that our bodies were flush against each other, and I could feel his very prominent arousal.
Then one quick thrust, and he was inside me. both of our bodies wavering slightly in currents of the water. I could hear the gentle swish of the water flow as it circulated around us, moved by Fang's body.
As he moved, gradually getting faster, I could feel the slip and slide of him inside me. The water almost seemed to be an extra lubricant, adding only that much more pleasure to his already pleasurable actions. He filled me so completely, and moved in nearly perfect sync with my own body.
Fang leaned in the kiss me, tongue slipping against mine. One of his arms looped around the back of my knee, holding my leg in a raised position while his other arm moved to make contact with my most sensitive place. As his fingers touched my clit, my legs nearly gave out on me, and I moaned against his mouth. I could feel the tingles beginning to form in the bottom of my stomach, quickly evolving into a coiled heat. I could tell Fang felt it too, as the line of his shoulders tensed up, and his movements became more jerky. His jaw line clenched as he pulled back from my mouth, staring lustfully into my eyes. The fog of pleasure in his black eyes mirrored what was probably reflected in my own.
"Oh, Fang," I gasped, as his fingers continued to stimulate me. "I'm - I'm going to -"
"Oh, Max, baby, I'm gonna cum too," he groaned, and bent his head to bite my neck, and I wriggled in his grasp as my fingers came up to wrap themselves into his wet hair, plastered to the sides of his head. Sure to his word, his hips began to pump almost in a spastic way, and while it wasn't a very coordinated effort, it made me gasp in pleasure and cling tightly to his shoulders as I plummeted off the edge of pleasure. As I swam blissfully, I could faintly tell that Fang had reached his climax as well, from his groan, and sudden stop, pressed in to the hilt inside me. As we both came down from our high, panting, Fang didn't pull out of me, simply held me close, resting his chin on the top of my head.
"I love you, Max," he whispered.
I smiled. "Love you too. I get first dibs on the shower!" With that, I leapt out of his embrace, jumping out of the pool and sprinted towards the patio door, laughing all the way.
I feel like my always ending with "I love you"'s is getting a little cliche'd. Any suggestions? (: