Innocence: Chapter 06
Chikorita-Trainer1
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"Hey," said Damian, opening his bedroom window. Jon flew in, holding his duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Hey," Jon said softly, kissing Damian gently on the lips.

"Did you bring your swimsuit?" asked Damian.

"Yeah, got everything I need," said Jon, gesturing to his bag. "I'm going to go change."

"OK, I'll see you in a sec," said Damian. Jon went into Damian's bathroom to get his bathing suit on, while Damian changed in his room.

"Don't laugh," said Jon, opening the door a crack and stepping out slowly.

"Why would I laugh?" Damian asked with a smile. "I've already seen you in less."

"Yeah, in the dark," Jon mumbled. "I'm just…so white."

Damian stared at his boyfriend. Jon was indeed white, but he was still incredibly muscular. His swim trunks were pulled around his waist via a white drawstring, tied in a bow, and the fabric was bright red, and hung down just above his knees.

Damian, being of partially Arabic decent, had a bit of a natural tan, and his bathing suit was much shorter and tighter. Not a speedo, but still pretty form-fitting.

"Especially compared to you," Jon sighed, staring at Damian's lean, toned figure. Damian grinned and walked up to Jon, and wrapped his arms around him, grabbing his butt.

"Will you shut up? You are so totally hot," he whispered aggressively. Jon smiled and kissed Damian deeply. Damian opened his mouth and met Jon's tongue with his. Both of them had become very fond of French kissing since first trying it.

"Alright, where's the pool?" said Jon.

"C'mon," said Damian, taking Jon's hand in his and leading him to the pool room.

The facility was large, with glass walls and ceiling, overlooking the back yard. It was as high-quality and beautiful as any resort.

"Must be pretty sweet being this rich," said Jon, placing his towel on a chair.

"Only now that I have someone to share it with," said Damian, tossing his towel on a chair next to Jon's. Jon smiled sweetly, and caught Damian off-guard, scooping him up in his arms and tossing him into the pool.

"AAAAGAHHHH!" cried Damian, landing with an ungraceful splat. Jon flew up in the air and spread his arms, then pointed forward, executing a perfectly vertical dive.

"Pffffft!" sputtered Damian, coming up for air, wiping his hair out of his eyes. "You dork!" But Jon just swam circles around Damian, showing off his super-speed.

"Meet me under," said Jon, taking a breath and ducking under the surface. Damian did the same.

The chlorine stung Damian's eyes, and he mentally cursed himself for having forgotten to wear goggles. It didn't seem to bother Jon of course, since he was half-Super. But Damian knew what Jon had intended, so he just swam forward, eyes burning, and met his boyfriend's lips underwater.

Damian's body naturally started to float up, even though he tried to keep himself submerged. Jon noticed this and wrapped his legs around Damian, weighing him down and pulling him back down under. Being as athletic as he was, Damian could hold his breath for quite a while, so he wasn't worried about drowning.

The boys kissed underwater for a few seconds, then came back up for air.

"Haha," laughed Jon. His hair was completely flopped in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.

"Hee hee," giggled Damian. "You look like a mop."

"Wait, wait, wait, watch this!" Jon said excitedly. He flew up out of the water, and spun himself around in a circle several times, the centrifugal force making the water fly off of him in every direction, until he was dry. Then he settled back down into the water, with his newly dried head sticking out.

"Hahahaha!" Damian laughed. Jon's hair, now air-dried, was all poofy and sticking out in every direction. "OK, now you look like a Tribble."

"A what?" asked Jon, treading water, and not accidentally playing footsie with Damian underwater.

"Those little puff ball thingies from Star Trek," said Damian.

"Oh. I've never seen Star Trek," said Jon.

"Me, neither. I just know that one thing," Damian admitted. Swimming closer to Jon, Damian put his hands on the Kryptonian's shoulders and pushed him up against the edge of the pool. "I love you," he sighed.

"I love you, too," Jon panted, as Damian kissed him hard. Jon wrapped his legs around Damian's body and held him close so he wouldn't float away. Tasting the chlorine on Jon's lips made Damian remember how much his eyes stung, and he suddenly pulled away and winced.

"Aahh!" he cried, squinting his eyes shut.

"What's wrong?" asked Jon.

"The chlorine," Damian mumbled. "It stings."

"You should have worn goggles," said Jon, still not releasing Damian from his leg-lock.

"Yeah, I thought about it, but I didn't want to look stupid," Damian admitted.

"Why would you look stupid?" asked Jon, holding Damian's head behind his ear.

"I just didn't want to—I want you to like the way I look, OK? And I thought if I wore goggles, I'd look…ugly. I don't know," said Damian.

"Dami," said Jon, unhooking his legs from around Damian, and letting them both float back towards the middle of the pool. "Nothing about you could ever look ugly."

"I know you have to say that," said Damian, having trouble staying afloat now that he was using both hands to rub at his eyes.

"Let's get out," said Jon, picking Damian up bridal-style and flying them both out of the pool. He set them down on the chairs where their towels were. "Hang on, let me get you a washcloth." The half-alien used his super-speed to get to the locker room, find a clean cloth, and run it under cold water and get back to his boyfriend in record time. "Here," he said.

"Thanks," said Damian, pressing the cold washcloth to his red eyes.

"Brrr! I'm cold!" Jon shuddered, trying to get Damian's mind off of his embarrassment. He wrapped himself up in his towel, but it didn't cover his whole body.

"Yeah," Damian grunted, blinking repeatedly. "We can go in the hot tub, if you want." He gestured over to the corner of the room, to a jacuzzi that currently wasn't bubbling.

"Oh, word!" said Jon. He got up to turn it on. "Where's the dial thingy?"

"Uh, on the wall over there," said Damian, pointing to the wall without looking, as his face was still buried in the washcloth.

Jon turned the dial and the hot tub began to bubble.

"Are you OK?" the alien asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," said Damian, setting the cloth down on the chair and getting up to join his boyfriend in the hot tub. "Thanks."

"Of course," Jon said gently, kissing Damian on the nose.

Jon settled down on the ledge in the hot tub, and Damian was going to sit next to him, but Jon grabbed him by the waist.

"Sit on my lap," he said softly. Damian smiled and turned his back to Jon's chest, and hopped up on his lap. Jon began kissing his neck and shoulders.

"Mmm," sighed Damian, leaning his head back onto Jon's shoulder. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," Jon panted, still nipping and sucking at Damian's neck. "You're so amazing."

"You're amazing," Damian sighed. "You're so sweet, and hot, and I love you so much."

It didn't take long for Jon's ministrations and Damian's reception of them to turn into a full-blown make-out session. Damian turned around, straddling Jon's waist, gripping onto the tile edge of the hot tub while Jon held onto Damian's waist with his hands. Running his hands up Damian's back and into his hair, both boys were so overjoyed that they could be together like this without guilt.

All too soon, though, both boys started to notice how sticky and tangled their hair had become due to swimming in chlorinated water, and Damian suggested that they shower and wash their hair.

"Yeah, let's go," said Jon. Damian rose up off of Jon's lap, and was about to climb out of the hot tub, but not before Jon yanked him back down to give him one last kiss.

The two boys walked into the locker room, hung their towels up on hooks, and Damian turned on the water in one stall. Jon got his bottle of shampoo out of his duffle bag and joined Damian under the water.

"Will you wash my hair first?" asked Damian.

"Sure," said Jon, squirting some shampoo into his hands. "Turn around." Damian turned his back to Jon, smoothing his hair back, letting the water run through. "Hope you don't mind the smell, it's like coconut or something," said Jon.

"Mmm, it's fine," said Damian, tipping his head back. Jon gently worked his fingers through Damian's hair, and Damian relished the sensation.

Neither boy said anything else during this activity. It was far too intimate and borderline erotic for them to want to break the silence. Neither of them could even think of anything to say, so they just washed each other's hair and didn't say a word.

After they showered, they changed back into regular clothes, and settled down to cuddle in Damian's bed.

"So, your dad is OK with us? And what about your brothers?" asked Jon.

"My father has merely forbidden sexual activity between us, until we're both of age."

"Well, no problem there," Jon shrugged. "My parents said pretty much the same thing."

"And as for Todd, I don't care if he's scarred for life after what he's seen. It's none of his business."

Jon just chuckled.

"Well, I'm just happy to be with you, Dami," said Jon, kissing the top of Damian's head.

"Me too, Jon," sighed Damian, snuggling deeper into the Kyrptonian's chest.

END OF CHAPTER 06
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