He ripped off his clothes, stripped to just his boyshorts, and cannon-balled into the water with a resounding splash. It was warmer than the rain outside, and Deimos embraced it lovingly. When Deimos resurfaced, he could hear Kalmin laughing, as well as the thunder and rain that still drummed outside.
Kalmin in glowing swimming pools was beautiful. His teeth were so white and skin so beautifully dark. The way the water shone on him made Deimos swoon. He was made for the sea. He was made for flowers. He was made for ice. Kalmin was made for everything.
“You’re so beautiful,” Kalmin said softly.
Deimos blinked, taken aback. “Wait, what?”
Kalmin chuckled. “You’re beautiful, dude! You look amazing.”
Somehow, Deimos found himself laughing. “No, you’re beautiful, dude. You took the word
