Oliver's POV


I blushed and sighed. "Polo." I was a little reluctant to play at first, because I had hated this game since I was a little kid, and there wasn't much fun in only having two players, but... now, it didn't seem so bad. Len had his eyes closed. So that meant I could stare at him. I could stare ALL I WANTED.

I decided maybe I didn't hate this game after all.

I watched as Len splashed towards the sound of my voice. "Marco?"

I scooted to the left. "Poooloooo!~" I replied in a sing-song tone before silently moving through the water again.

It was fun to watch Len's muscles move through the water. They weren't overly large, or nonexistent, but JUUUUUST right.

But Len wasn't very good at this game, and I had to start moving slower to make things easier for him. Once I did, what had previously been a large space between us grew smaller and smaller with every "Marco!" and "Poooloo!"

I was glad to be able to see him more up close, and I let us get even closer before I moved next time. Then I let him get so dangerously close that I had to spin and hurry to get away, but then I felt his hand.

On my ass.

I squealed and shot away from his hand, a deep blush on my face as I instinctively covered my bottom.

Len opened his eyes. "I finally got- Are you alright?"

I blushed even more deeply and laughed nervously. "Uh, yeah, you just kind of tagged me... In a weird place..."

Len looked down at where my hands where and his face immediately blossomed a dark red. "Oh my god! Did I grab your ass?!"

I blushed darker and moved my hands away quickly. "N-no... W-well, that is to say, yeah... Kinda. You didn't squeeze it or anything."

OH MY GOD, WHY WOULD I SAY THAT?! I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT! 'YOU DIDN'T SQUEEZE IT OR ANYTHING?!'

I should've trusted my first instinct- this game was NOT a good idea.


A/N: Haha looking back at this chapter, I can only wonder what the hell I was thinking as I wrote this! ...I quite like it! XD