Marcus was breathing hard and wiping his face trying to clear the water from the falling rain. "I don't want to talk about it," he said between clenched teeth and turned to walk away from him again.
"Oh no, you don't! We just made a break through. We're going to talk about this," Ethan said grabbing his arm again.
Marcus yanked his arm back, grabbed Ethan by his shoulders and pushed him hard. Marcus was almost equal in size to Ethan and with the ground being slippery from the rain Marcus' push sent Ethan flying to the ground ... but he was not alone.
Ethan felt his feet leaving the ground and quickly grabbed Marcus' tee shirt pulling him to the ground with him. Marcus landed hard on top of Ethan with a muddy splash. He looked down into Ethan's face with his wide eyes and mouth opened. Ethan looked back at him with a bright smile.
"I kind of like where this is going, Marcus. Why don't we just pick it up right here?"
"Let me go, man! You're insane!"
"Do you always make people go through this type of thing to be your friend?" he asked ignoring Marcus' outburst. "It makes me wonder what hoops I'll have to jump through to be your lover."
Marcus let out a frustrated growl and reeled back off of him, but Ethan wouldn't let go. Ethan let Marcus roll off of him, but then he rolled them across the wet grass over and over until they landed in another mud puddle. This time Ethan was on top of Marcus. Ethan took Marcus' hands in his own and held them over his head holding Marcus in place. They were soaking wet, muddy and breathing hard and yet Ethan was still smiling.
"I stand corrected, Marcus. I think I like this position much better. You know, this was the best part of playing football to me; the whole rolling around in the dirt and mud. I could do this all night, especially with you, Marcus," he added and then kissed him hard.
Marcus' eyes grew even wider and he was still breathing hard as he looked up at Ethan. "Stop it, Ethan! I don't want this!"
Ethan cocked his head to the side in mock confusion. "Really? Well, if that's the case how come I feel your dick pressing into my stomach hard as a rock? You and your body need to be more in sync, Marcus. Your two heads are definitely on two different pages."
Marcus pressed his lips into a thin line refusing to laugh with him. He turned his head sideways letting the water run off his face.
Ethan placed soft kisses on his exposed neck. "Now don't be mad at me, Marcus. Lying under me doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know. I can make it very good if you let me."
"Ethan, why are you doing this?"
"I thought that would be obvious by now. But if you need to hear it, again, okay. I want us to be more than friends, Marcus." He continued to kiss his neck. "I have seen that beautiful hard cock of yours before, you know, and I want to see it again."
Marcus turned back to him with a disbelieving look on his face.
Ethan chuckled softly. "Oh, yes, and it has burned a place in my mind forever." Ethan moved his kisses onto Marcus' cheek and chin. "It was a few nights ago when you were taking a late night swim," he said between kisses.
"You, you were spying on me?" Marcus asked breathlessly.
"Of course not, my beautiful, Marcus; I would never do anything like that to you. The splashes of your nocturnal swim woke me from my dreams."
Marcus started to accept his kisses with light moans and pressing his face up to him silently asking for more. Ethan could feel the soft moans rumbling go through Marcus' chest and his cock jumping beneath him. Ethan was pleased with the effects and hovered over his lips brushing them with his own.