Wintertime Sadness
1760 Words
"Gray was so excited, we couldn't say no," I explain and Bax nods, understanding.
"We should go home," Fiona mutters, hugging herself, "We can go party somewhere else."
"No. I want to be here," Grayson states, standing very straight and with defiant posture without letting on how much he's freezing to death. Of course it becomes obvious that none of us share his opinion of staying, "You know what? It’s actually hot in here."
He takes off the sweatshirt he always wears, grimacing because he's obviously in pain from the beating he just took and stays shirtless, showing off his sculpted, chiseled body at the worst possible moment.
"Well, I am cold, so give it to me," I reach over to take the sweatshirt out of his hands and put it on, grateful that it comes halfway up my thighs and covers me a little more than my own clothes. And that it doesn't smell as bad as I thought it would, in fact it has a nice scent that I can't help but inhale, wanting to fill my whole body with it, "Gray, this isn't very smart. We should go back, we can come to the beach another day. Maybe when it's not winter."
"Angel, you should be on my side," Gray complains, pouting and shivering slightly, "I won. No one ever thought that would happen. It's a very exciting thing and I want to celebrate. Here."
"We can stay for a while, I guess," Bax tells him and Gray smiles toward him and nods, "But just for a while or we're going to get sick."
"Actually… the cold weather doesn't cause sickness, we could be naked here for hours and we'd still be healthy," I explain, getting everyone's attention, "Our bodies would settle in and protect us from the cold. We would be uncomfortable but in good shape. But the moment we returned to a warm environment, our defenses would go to shït and allow the arrival of any viruses hanging around, which can be..."
"That's enough information for today. Thank you for sharing your knowledge, but it's time to shut up," Gray says.
"I didn't understand," Fiona says to me, "So I could get in the water even though it's freezing and nothing would happen to me? Because I will. I like swimming."
"Not exactly, that's different. When in contact with cold water, your body..." I stop talking as Fiona's face takes on a grimace of confusion, "It's bad. Frozen water plus warm body equals sudden temperature change, which is bad, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes I do understand," he nods, "You don't have to talk to me like I'm dumb. That sum you did sounded like something you'd say to a grade school pup."
"It was. I was trying to get you to understand, which you weren't doing."
"Ah, in that case... thank you."
"You're very lucky you're pretty, Fi," Hans tells her and she thanks him for the kind comment, "And if Gray is going to force us to stay here freezing to death, we should start ingesting alcohol to stay warm if only on the inside."
"I'm not forcing you," Gray complains with a frown, "We're here because it's fun. Let's go over there and sit near the water."
I don't want to be near the water because I don't want to take any chances, but Gray is expecting me to move, so I sigh and follow him as the others get the bottles out of the car and walk behind us. I find a spot that's close to shore but not that close and I sit there on the rocky ground.
Everyone does the same, but Gray just stands there and starts to take off his shoes.
"I'm going to go play in the water," he decides, looking at us with defiance in his eyes and some anger too, "I'm not a baby with no sense of adventure like you guys. I want you to know that you all ruined my celebration."
He leaves after saying that and we stay quiet. I feel a little bad about that, but what did he want from us... for us not to complain? for us to get hypothermia from going in the water? Honestly, I don't know what he wanted but I can't do anything about it.
"He didn't even think to buy cups. As usual, he does everything halfway," Hans complains, shaking his head. The wind blows his skirt up and lets us see his white panties and his package, but he doesn't seem to mind, "This boy never changes. Two years ago on my birthday he planned a surprise party for me but didn't invite anyone. Then he got mad at me because I didn't appreciate his effort enough."
"He's getting better," Bax defends him, "But today he was really excited."
"Could you translate for me what the cute ginger says?" Fiona asks, covering her mouth so Bax won't read her lips. I still don't have the heart to tell her that he can hear her perfectly.
"He says Gray was really excited today about his win," I explain and sigh, looking at him at the edge of the water getting his feet wet and shivering from the cold. He's definitely going to be sick, "I'll go talk to him."
"Well, we'll be here, sharing spit," Hans mutters, taking a swig from one of the bottles and passing it to Fiona. I struggle to my feet and pull off Gray's sweatshirt. When I reach his side, I extend it toward him.
"I don't need it, I'm not cold," he lies, even though his lips are turning purple and he has goosebumps, "Go back to the others, I'm happy alone."
"You're lying, shaking and getting sick. All because you made a rash decision," I say, and he turns his narrowed eyes to me. I push the sweatshirt against his abdomen, "You have no right to be mad at us because we don't want to be freezing in the cold. You're acting like..."
"Like a dumbass? I know. I always do," he interrupts me, now completely annoyed and jabs a finger at his head, "Because I am. I'm dumb and I didn't think it was going to be cold and now we're all stuck here because of me."
"No, we're all here because we didn't think about it either. It's not your fault, it's everyone's," I take his arm and pull him with me so he's no longer touching the water, "We were all just as excited as you were."
Gray sighs and drops his shoulders. I can't help the surge of tenderness that comes over me, so I hug him. I don't like that he's always saying mean things about himself.
"I'm sorry. I don't like that everyone thinks I did something stupid because it makes me feel like I can never do anything right," he complains and hugs me too, "I just wanted to do something normal with my friends for a change. I was really happy."
"I was happy too... when you knocked Jake out, I screamed so loud my throat hurt," I say and pull away from him a little, trying to change the subject, "What did he say to make you so mad?"
"Nothing, just..." he rolls his eyes and squeezes his hands tighter around my waist. I can hear him scenting my neck, "Just something stupid."
"Whatever it was, it turned you into a machine and it was so fascinating," I mumble and get him to smile, starting to get excited again, "And your fans went crazy, they're such screamers."
"They are, aren't they," he smiles fully now and I let out a sigh as it seems everything else is now pushed to the side and he’s happy again, "I was very surprised. In my previous fights there weren't so many people supporting me. Lately I've won over a lot of people."
"It's your pretty face," I mutter and Gray blinks at me, "And those shirtless pictures you share."
"I knew it was a good idea to start showing off my body," he admits, "I didn't know you saw that... do you like my body? Did you like what you saw yesterday?"
"It was kind of dark so I couldn't see very well, but," I swallow and start to remember exactly what I saw, "I loved it."
"I loved what you sent too," he agrees, lowering his head until he has his forehead pressed against mine, "It was perfect. Your whole body is perfect, I can't wait to have permission to touch more, to do what you said you wanted me to do."
"Maybe soon," I whisper, thinking about what it will be like when I can let him do whatever he wants to me. I know it will be spectacular, but I need some training, just like he said. That's why I lift my face and give him a very light kiss on the lips, very careful not to touch the part that's open from Jake's blow, "If you kiss me, the process will speed up."
"But Bax is here. He can kiss you better than I can," he groans against my mouth, but doesn't move his face away, so I take that as a sign that he doesn't want me to stop, "Seriously. Even Hans..."
I don't let him keep talking, I press my lips a little more to his and sigh with pleasure. The fact that he's not cooperating doesn't bother me as much as it should.
Maybe it's because I've seen what happens when he does cooperate (grossness, lots of saliva, teeth and tongue in Gemma's mouth) that it doesn't bother me that he doesn't respond.
He relaxes a bit though and stops pressing his lips so tightly together, which gives me a chance to part them a tiny bit.
"That's enough for today," Gray pulls away just as the fun is beginning, when my tongue has touched his cold lips for the first time, "My mouth hurts. We'd better keep celebrating."
He takes a step back before I can even realize what's happening and grabs his sweatshirt from my hands to put it back on. He lets out a breath of relief when he's finally covered from the frigid air. But I still can't move because I liked a little too much how that millisecond felt when my tongue touched his lip. I want it to happen again.
I want so many things and he keeps ruining everything. He's not a very good sëxual mentor.
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