Lions of the Desert-Part 6

Tae-Jin Yoo stared down at the flat, concrete floor of the Gregg County Aquatic Center swimming pool.  Despite the numerous legs and feet kicking and paddling near the surface of the choppy water, Tae-Jin felt strangely at peace there.  He was an arm’s length away from the bottom.  One more kick from his long, athletic legs and his fingers would touch the hard, smooth surface of the Olympic-sized pool.  The object he was looking for was there, he could see it right in front of him.  But Tae was hesitating.  Grabbing the item meant returning to the surface.  It meant going back to the noise, to the day already dragging on.  He wasn’t ready for that.  If only he could stay down in the depth of the pool forever.

Of course, he couldn’t.  Tae’s personal best was two minutes of holding his breath.  After that, his lungs felt like fire and his brain was dangerously foggy.  At the moment, he was at barely forty seconds.

Tae kicked forward with only half his strength.  His fingers reached the object that had been dropped.  He gripped it slowly, bringing it closer to his goggles.  It was an action figure.  Of whom, Tae had no idea.  He didn’t care.  A single air bubble slipped out of Tae’s nostril as he pushed off from the pool’s bottom with his bare feet, launching himself back toward the busy surface.

One moment, there was only blissful silence around him.  Then, Tae’s head broke through the chlorinated waves.  All at once, the echoing, eardrum rattling noise of the crowded aquatic center flooded the eighteen-year-old lifeguard’s ears.  Tae breathed out slowly, a mist of water on his lips spraying away from him.  Without much enthusiasm, he swam the short distance to the pool’s edge.  Setting the hefty toy on the spongy lip above the water line, Tae hoisted himself out of the pool.  He sat there silently for a moment, pulling his goggles off his face as he stared at the ten lanes of kids and adults splashing and swimming in noisy groups.

“There he is, Skyler,” said a woman walking hurriedly through a passing gaggle of middle-schoolers.

Tae turned his head to see the red-haired mom that had asked for his help quickly approaching.  She was urging the five-year-old in front of her along, her increasing frustration evident on her face.

“Hello again,” she said loudly, speaking over the ringing din of voices echoing around them.  “Were you able to-”

Tae reached beside him.  He held up the action figure from the bottom of the pool in his left hand.

“Oh, thank goodness!”

Tae smiled half-heartedly.  “Here ya’ go, dude,” he said pleasantly to the little boy named Skylar.  “Next time, how about keeping the toys at home, okay?”

“Don’t worry,” Skyler’s mom answered.  “We will be.  Come on, Sky.  Say thank you to the lifeguard.”

The five-year-old mumbled a very shy “thanks” before pivoting hurriedly away with his prized toy in hand.  “Thank you, again,” Skyler’s mom said before she followed her son away from the side of the swimming pool.

Tae watched them until they were out of sight.  He glanced at his watch then sighed with relief.  His last shift of the summer was finally over.

The main hallway leading away from the pool seemed just as loud and obnoxious as the pool area itself.  Kids were shouting as they hurried up and down the damp length of the coral-colored corridor.  Another lifeguard yelled at a trio of eight-year-olds who were tossing a volleyball over the head of a fourth in their group as they rambunctiously made their way toward the pool.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay another week,” Tae’s coworker asked with a half-hearted laugh.

“More than sure,” Tae said.  “Besides, classes start Monday.  Leaving for campus tomorrow.”

“Good luck,” the other lifeguard said, her voice projecting over the loud ruckus of the kids she was following.

“Thanks,” Tae said, though she likely didn’t hear him.  She had already turned her attention to the hellions racing out of the corridor.

The men’s locker room wasn’t much quieter.  Kids and adults slammed their locker doors shut before heading noisily into the hallway.  Laughter bellowed from the shower area.  Somewhere in the big, humid room a toddler was throwing a noteworthy tantrum.  Tae breathed in the soggy air, trying to keep himself focused and calm.  He opened his locker quietly.  His bag of toiletries was waiting for him under his towel hanging from the little metal nub inside the narrow cubby.  It would take him five minutes to shower.  Three minutes to dress.  One minute to style his hair.  And one minute to walk to the front door and to freedom.  Ten minutes and change until Tae could say goodbye to lifeguarding at the overcrowded complex, hopefully for the last time.

His towel was over his shoulder.  The little zippered pouch of soap, shampoo, conditioner, hair gel, and cologne was in one hand as he started closing the locker door with the other.  And then a voice behind him brought everything to a stop.

“Hey, TJ, got a sec?”

No, Tae thought angrily.  He didn’t turn around.  He didn’t want to look at the twenty-three-year-old standing behind him.  Actually, standing very close behind him.  Tae could feel the outer edge of a Speedo-covered bulge against the back of his thigh.  No, Tae said to himself again, scowling.

“Do I have a choice?  I’d like to clean up and take off, Carey.”

Carey Knowles was the senior lifeguard at the aquatic center.  At some point, he had convinced himself he was not only God’s gift to lifeguarding, but swimming as well.  “I should be hearing from the Olympic squad coach any day,” he was often heard saying to anyone who hadn’t been able to get away.  “I think he really liked the demo reel I sent him.”

Carey Knowles, in Tae’s opinion, was a five foot, eleven inch meat bag of worthless shit.  He was a halfway decent swimmer at best.  His freshman year of high school, Carey had been awarded a special achievement in swimming.  That was his only “medal” to date.  Meanwhile, Carey’s father worked for the Gregg County Supervisor’s office, assuring Carey his current position despite only passing his certification after a last-minute alteration to the standards test.

Carey smiled at the younger lifeguard.  “Of course, of course.  Humor me a little, huh,” Carey said with a chuckle.  “I am still your boss.”

Tae felt himself flinch when Carey laid his hand on Tae’s bare shoulder.  The eighteen-year-old glanced down at the tanned, wiry fingers.  Tae wouldn’t describe himself as annoyed by Carey.  “Annoyed” was not a strong enough word.  Part of Tae’s animosity was spurred on by Carey’s unrelenting arrogance and complete lack of self-awareness.  The other part was deflection.  Despite the older boy’s disaster of a personality, his lithe, young body was more attractive than Tae wanted to admit.

“Come on,” Carey said, urging Tae to turn around.  “His copper-colored eyes scanned down the very toned, tall body of the Korean American teenager.  Carey swallowed at the sight of Tae’s dime-sized nipples and then his tight, crimson Speedo that was so wonderfully filled out.  “I won’t keep you long.  I promise.”

Tae grumbled at himself for letting Carey lead him away from the showers and the exit he’d been looking forward to all summer long.

Carey’s office was past a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY and halfway down a narrow, fluorescent-lit hallway.  The walls were bright white.  The polished linoleum floor was just slightly off-white.  The narrow corridor was practically silent compared to the hallway they left behind them.  There were at least a dozen doors along either side of the air-conditioned passage.  Each door was stained an orange-brown hue and set into a metal frame painted flat black.  The hinges of Carey’s door chirped annoyingly when Carey pushed it open.  He ushered Tae inside the cinderblock box that was his office.  The hinges chirped again when Carey pushed the door closed behind himself.

“What is this about,” Tae asked, his voice edged with sharp frustration.  He put his hands on his hips, his jade green eyes watching Carey intensely.

Carey glanced at the glistening eighteen-year-old male standing in the middle of his office.  He hadn’t really noticed before how Tae’s deep-red Speedo contrasted so sharply with Tae’s light olive skin or his head of soft, black hair.  Carey was a little envious of how naturally styled the younger boy’s hair always looked.  Even now, the way Tae’s slowly drying bangs drooped at an angle over his furrowed brow made Carey jealous and turned on at the same time.

“I…uhh….” Carey started to say, then stopped.  He shuffled past Tae, breathing in the scent of chlorine lingering on the younger lifeguard’s well-sculpted body.

“Fuck, Carey.  What is it?  I’m really tired,” sighed Tae, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “I’ve got a lot to do.  I’ve been here since 5am.  Can I just-”

“You requested the early shift,” Carey said sharply from behind his desk, interrupting Tae.

“I know.  I’m not complaining.”

“It wasn’t the ideal shift for me to put you on.  It’s been better having you on mid to close, you know?”

“Yeah.  But I needed the afternoons this past week to get ready-”

“It’s just as head of Safety and Operations here,” Carey said, speaking cavalierly over Tae, “it’s better if I start the day.”

“I’m heading off to school in New Mexico this weekend.  My family has been trying to…”  Tae’s words suddenly trailed off.  He realized that not only were the two of them talking over each other, Carey was so busy boasting about himself he wasn’t paying attention to Tae’s words at all.

“Wait, what,” Tae asked, glaring at Carey in disbelief.  “Head of what?”

Carey blinked.  He considered Tae’s question then scowled.  “That’s my job title.”

“You’re just the head lifeguard.”

“There’s more to it than that and you know it!  Or at least you should.”  Carey crossed his arms over his chest.  “Which brings me to a point about your job performance, especially this summer.”

“Fuck you, Carey!  My summer is over.”

“You can still leave on a high note.  I’ll be able to hire you back next summer.”

Tae blanched.  He almost laughed.  “You?  Hire me?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not the boss, Carey!”

“I’m just saying,” said Carey, his tone flippant even as he tried to sound defensive.  “Look, come back at four today and work the closing shift for me.  Follow the proper closing procedures and then you and I are golden.”

Tae blanched again.  He actually felt stunned by Carey’s words.  He couldn’t help but stare speechless at the twenty-three-year-old.  Everything about him angered Tae, especially in that moment.  From his perfectly combed, clay-colored hair flecked with bleached highlights to his dimpled chin, his boney shoulders, his bottlecap-sized brown nipples, and his official lifeguard-red Speedo brief filled with a bulge bigger than Carey deserved.

Tae stood conflicted in that small office.  He wanted to snap Carey’s scrawny, twink-like body in half.  But he also wanted to tear that barely damp sheath of red Lycra spandex off and do very dirty things with him.  It wouldn’t have been the first time.

“You’re crazy,” Tae finally said, finding a semblance of resolve.  “I…I’m not coming back in.  I’m done.  My shift is over.”

Carey stepped around the desk.  “You’re done?  No.  You’re done when I say you’re done.”

“I leave for New Mexico in the morning, Carey!”

“That’s more your problem than mine.  Our summer season here isn’t over yet.”

“I already turned my notice in to Mr. Ortega.  You know, our real boss!”

Carey shrugged his shoulders.  “Mr. Ortega is out of town until the end of next week.  I’m overseeing the schedule until then.”

Tae turned around in a huff.  He breathed deep, watching his breath make the closed blinds draped over the boxy window in front of him shake and billow.  On the other side of those blinds and the thick, square, glass pane was the crowded pool Tae was trying to leave behind.  Then it struck him: Who the hell cares? I don’t owe him anything!  Why am I stressing?  I can just leave!

“Of course,” said Carey in a weird, impudent tone, “you could always just suck my dick instead.”

Tae had closed his eyes when Carey first began to speak.  Then the other lifeguard’s words hovered in Tae’s ears.  Tae opened his eyes with a start, looking ahead at the spotless, beige-colored blinds.  “What,” he asked, slowly, without turning around.

“You heard me,” Carey said.  “We both know you want to.”

Tae turned around.  Carey was leaning against his desk, one hand rubbing the firm mound at the front of his tight Speedo brief.  His eyes were locked on Tae.  Carey’s smirk was revolting.  His body was something else entirely.

“Suck my cock, right here, right now, and you can leave.  No closing shift tonight.  No shifts you’ll miss next week and get written up for.  Let me have that mouth one more time for the year.”

Tae didn’t move.  The door out of the office was four quick strides away.  It was half that distance to the spot Carey was standing, still groping and stroking himself.  Conflict boiled inside of Tae.  He wanted to break Carey, not blow him.  Tae swallowed hard, his throat burning.  The problem was, he did kind of want to blow him, too.

“Let me make it easy for you,” said Carey, his voice low.  He hooked his thumbs under the thin line of fabric at the top of the tight, red swim briefs.  With a hard flick of his wrists, Carey pushed the Speedo down his legs.  He hadn’t been near the pool yet so the small, dry garment slipped almost effortlessly down to his ankles.  His hard, beefy five-and-a-half-inch cock bounced freely above his heavy balls.  His wiry, brown pubes were trimmed thin, making the slightly downward curving shaft appear just a centimeter or two longer.

Carey swiped his index finger across the engorged pink tip of his hefty tool.  He caught a bead of precum and brought it, slowly, to his lips.  He sucked his finger clean with a noisy smack then winked at Tae who was still standing by the window.  “Come one, TJ,” said Carey, his voice still low.  “Let me have what I want.”

That was it.  That was the moment Tae snapped.  He could feel it inside of himself, the way his restraint suddenly and violently fractured.  He hated it when people called him “TJ”.  It was especially grating when a witless moron like Carey Knowles insisted on using that name for him. All Tae felt then was rage.  Hot, sexually fueled rage that boiled inside of him.  It made Tae’s ears ring and his pulse race.

“Yeah,” he asked Carey sharply.  His own words sounded muffled and distant behind the powerful anger Tae had become overwhelmed with.

“Yeah,” Carey answered.  He lifted his left foot out of his Speedo before kicking his right leg, letting the red briefs fling away toward Tae.  Carey rubbed his hands down his narrow, naked hips toward his cock.  “That’s what I want.”

Tae looked down at the discarded red Speedo lying at his feet, then back up at the naked lifeguard slowly stroking his bare meat.

In a flash, Tae had crossed the room.  His towel was somewhere behind him, his toiletry bag on the floor.  Immediately in front of him was a thin bush of golden-brown pubic hair and a throbbing shaft of young man flesh aching for attention.  There was no finesse, no grace or romance.  Tae wasn’t in the mood to tease.  He was a man on a mission.  His tastebuds were saturated with the flavor of Carey’s cock as he dove onto it.  Tae swirled his tongue across the hot, silky skin of the turgid shaft while his lips tightened around its base.  Precum squirted against his tonsils.  Tae swallowed each oily drop without a second thought.

Carey gasped as soon Tae’s mouth was on him.  He grit his teeth, groaning in the overwhelming delight of feeling his glans brush against the back of Tae’s throat.  “Oh yeah, baby,” Carey hissed.  “That’s so good.  Suck my cock.”

“Mmm,” Tae hummed, sliding his mouth backwards in a long stroke up Carey’s pole.  He felt the twenty-three-year-old flinch from the vibration on his sensitive skin.  Tae smiled wickedly inside himself.  He let his lips hover just below the flared, pointed head of Carey’s pulsing dick.  Tae listened for Carey to breathe in while his tongue traced tightening circles around the spit-soaked knob.  Then, Tae shifted his mouth quickly, subtly.

Carey yelped. Loudly. The high-pitched noise escaped from the head lifeguard as soon as Tae’s teeth sank lightly into the faded circumcision scar under the ridge of Carey’s glans.  Tae gripped Carey’s buttocks when he felt the other lifeguard trying to step back.  He leaned into Carey’s momentum, shoving the twenty-three-year-old’s naked body backwards against the desk with enough force to make Carey grunt.  In the same instant, Carey couldn’t help but groan as Tae’s mouth slid all the way down on his cock a second time.

Tae didn’t linger.  As soon as he touched the base of the stout, throbbing rod, with his nose breathing in the scent of Carey’s trimmed bush, Tae tightened his lips.  He sucked hard, pulling his head halfway back up the smooth stalk before immediately going back down again.

“Ohh, fuck yeah, baby,” Carey moaned loudly.  “Suck that cock.  Suck it like you love-OWW!”

Tae bit the shaft again, his teeth just barely sinking into Carey’s flesh.  Tae’s fingers strangled each of Carey’s ass cheeks, keeping the older boy from getting away.  He pulled the head lifeguard closer, sucking him deeper and harder.  A half stroke, a full stroke. Then a bite.

Carey yelped again.  He flinched sharply and in that moment was lifted off his feet.  Tae had maneuvered his arms to grip Carey’s thighs.  With his fingers still locked onto Carey’s ass, he tossed the lifeguard onto the top of his own desk.  Pens crashed to the floor.  A lamp fell over.  A cup of…something…was knocked aside. 

Carey grunted loudly and painfully from the impact.  “What the fu-” he barely managed to breath out. But Tae suddenly pressed his mouth against Carey’s.  The head lifeguard’s eyes bulged in surprise before slipping closed as he let himself moan into Tae.  Their tongues dueled wetly for a long, passionate second.  Carey could taste himself in the younger boy’s saliva.  He swallowed hungrily, kissing back onto Tae like a desperate soul searching for life.

Suddenly, Tae pulled back.  “You like that,” he asked, breathing fast.

“Fuck yeah,” Carey said, growling weakly.  “More.  I want more.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Tae yanked the top of his Speedo away from his waist.  They were still damp from the pool.  He pushed the swimwear down hurriedly, stepping out of the crimson briefs before kicking them away behind him.

“Fuck yeah,” Carey said when Tae was naked.  His eyes traveled down the length of the eighteen-year-old’s ROTC-chiseled body.  His mouth watered at the perfect, seven-inch, erection pointed straight out from Tae’s smooth groin and heavy, hairless balls.  Carey realized he’d never noticed how smooth Tae kept himself.

The fleeting second to admire the six foot one Korean boy had passed.  Carey’s cock was back in Tae’s hot, tight mouth.  He groaned and lay back, pushing more of the stuff on his desk onto the floor as Tae sucked up and down once, twice, then a third incredible time.

All at once, Tae’s mouth left Carey’s dick as he took in a loud, wet gasp of air.  Tae watched his saliva run down the pulsing shaft for only a few heartbeats.  As Carey lifted his head to look down his own naked form to Tae, he felt the powerful boy grab his feet.  Carey’s thighs burned as they were suddenly stretched back so that Carey’s own knees were hovering above him.  Carey squeaked when hot breath brushed against his taint before a strong, wet tongue stabbed at his hole.

Carey yelped in surprise.  “Ohh, fuck yeah,” he groaned, tossing his head back.

“Like that,” the younger lifeguard asked from under Carey’s balls.

“Ohh yeah…yeah…fuck yeah,” Carey whined, lost in lust as Tae’s tongue ravaged his hole and perineum.  He felt the muscles down there quickly surrender to the oral assault.  “Ohh, yes!  Please, more!  Fuuckk yeah!”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Carey said breathlessly, his fingers caressing Tae’s scalp desperately.  “Fuck yes. So good.”

“Yeaf,” Tae asked into Carey’s ass.

“Yes!”

“Yef?”

“Yes!  Fuck, yes!”

Carey breathed in deep, the slightly chilled, moist air of his office suddenly hitting his slickened hole.  Tae stood up, gripping Carey’s legs tightly.  With little remorse for his aggression, without any care or gentleness, the eighteen-year-old flipped the dizzy lifeguard onto his stomach.  Carey’s legs dangled weakly over the edge of his desk. The tips of his toes grazed the cool, linoleum tiles on the floor.  His painfully hard cock pointed downward, jammed in place between his body and the front of the desk.  His naked ass, wet from Tae’s spit, was pointed vulnerably outward.

“Spit,” Tae said, his voice right above Carey’s right ear.

“Wha-”

“Spit!”

Tae’s hand was right there at Carey’s mouth.  He could smell the storm of chlorine, sweat, and precum on his palm.  Carey gathered as much saliva as he could into mouth.  Tae watched the head lifeguard drool onto his open palm.  He brought it to his cock, rubbing his pale shaft with the thin layer of borrowed spit.

“More,” Tae said.  There was no emotion in his voice.

Carey did as he said.  He felt Tae’s fingers probe into his mouth, collecting the spit from between his cheeks and off his tongue.  He could hear Tae masturbating behind him, the tip of his hard, hefty Koren prick swiping against his wet hole.

“You want more,” Tae asked, pushing the head of his hot and ready shaft against the quivering muscle of Carey’s hole.  Tae felt the puckered flesh give way slightly.

The twenty-three-year-old tensed, a soft moan he was trying to contain escaping as he panted excitedly.

“Huh,” Tae asked.  He applied more force.

“Mmm, yes,” Carey whined, forcing himself to relax.  “Yes…more.  Moorre…”

Carey’s vision swam.  Behind him, Tae watched his long cock sink into the older boy. In a single, long stroke, his seven inches had penetrated deep into the tight, searing confines of the horny head lifeguard.

“Ohhh, fuck yes.  Fuck, yes.  So good,” Carey said groaning and panting wildly.  He hadn’t felt so filled up like that in a long time.  It was painful and exquisite.  “I want it!  Fuck, yes!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!  Deep! Ohhh so deep!”

“You like this eighteen-year-old fucking your tight ass?”

“Yes! Fuck me so good! Feels soo good!”

“Yeah.  You love having this big dick in you?”

“Yes!”

“You love this big Korean cock deep in your hole?”

“Unnf-yeah! Fuck, it’s so good!”

Tae couldn’t help himself.  His own groans and grunts escaped his throat as he stroked his pulsing pole in and out of Carey’s hot core.  He thrust deeper, harder.  He wanted this older boy who pretended to be a man, who called himself the boss, to feel every throbbing ridge and vein of his penis. He wanted him to moan and whimper, to be totally transformed into the helpless, quivering bitch he truly was.  Tae was getting closer.  His body was enjoying the fuck more than he realized he would.  The point of no return was fast approaching. But he wasn’t done with Carey yet.

“Ohh, fuck,” Carey exclaimed.  “So hot!  You’re so hot!  I want it!”

“Yeah,” Tae growled, pushing down into Carey’s back with one hand while holding Carey’s head against the top of the desk with the other.  “Yeah?!”

“Fuck, yeah!  Give it to me!”

“You want my cum?  Huh?! You want this young Asian seed inside you?”

“Yes!  Yes!  Flip me over again!  Ohh fuck!  Flip me over!  Suck my cock while you cum inside me!”

“Yeah?”  Tae thrust harder.  The whole desk bounced.  “That’s what you want?”

“Yes!  Fuck!  So close!  Please,” Carey practically screamed.  “So close!  I’m…I’m…”

“Yeah?!”

“Ohhh…”  There was nothing Carey could do.  Tae’s long, girthy shaft kept up its overwhelming assault on Carey’s prostate.  His balls drew up unstoppably.  The trigger in Carey’s body had been pulled, unleashing ribbons of hot semen that splashed against the front of his desk.

Tae’s eyes went wide as the muscles enveloping his shaft squeezed him tightly again and again.  “Oh, fuck,” he shouted.

“Ohh,” Carey moaned weakly, stars swimming in his vision.  His body was still on overdrive from the pleasure Tae was creating.  “Give it to me!”

“Ummph…is that what…fuck…is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Carey said breathlessly.  “Fuck, yes!”

The desk was inching noisily across the linoleum as Tae thrust into Carey again and again.  The stirrings in Tae’s testicles were almost electric.  His whole body tingled with hot excitement.  “You want this,” he asked again, moving the hand holding Carey’s back upward toward his neck.

“Yes!  Fucking give it to me!”

Tae wrapped his fingers around the thin, nylon rope draped around Carey’s neck.  He spotted the whistle attached to it laying under Carey’s chin.  The eighteen-year-old inhaled sharply.  His balls burned as he pushed his cock hard into Carey one more time.  The older boy was still pleading for Tae’s cum as Tae suddenly pulled all the way out.  He yanked on the whistle rope as hard as he could in the same motion, towing Carey mercilessly off the desk.

The twenty-three-year-old was moving before he knew what was happening.  His throat stung sharply where the string securing his whistle bit into his skin.  Even the brass noise maker itself pinched viciously into his neck.  Carey choked in a breath then gasped out. The small rope went slack.  But the muscles in Carey’s back and ass cried out in stinging pain as his body slapped against the chair facing his desk.  His weight crashed into it so hard, so suddenly, one of the wooden legs under the seat cracked and gave way.  The old chair collapsed, sending Carey backward to the floor. More pain exploded through his naked body when his head hit the hard linoleum floor.  It sent a fresh round of dizzying stars shooting across his vision.

Without missing a beat, Tae was there.  He crouched directly above Carey’s face.  It took less than five quick strokes on his wet cock before his orgasm hit.  “Ahhhfuckyes,” the eighteen-year-old exclaimed in a single excited breath.  His dick had become a hose as gush after gush of scalding sperm sprayed across Carey’s face and open mouth.  Tae came so hard it actually hurt.  He blinked away a wave of exhausted dizziness and stood up.

Cum was still dripping from the fiery red tip of his hard dick when he looked down at Carey.  The older boy looked helpless in the broken chair on the floor, his face coated in streaks of wet, salty spunk.  Tae breathed in and out until he could speak.  He leaned his torso down slightly, shouting as loudly and ferociously as he could, “YOU DON’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT!

Carey flinched at the roar of Tae’s voice.

“ASSHOLE!”

Carey flinched again when the young lifeguard’s spit hit him in the eye.  Tae swept up his towel and his toiletry bag.  He stood over the twenty-three-year-old, his jade eyes glaring with a fire even Tae had never felt before.  Carey saw him clench his fist.  He looked into Tae’s hate-filled stare, pleading silently.

Tae moved. Carey clamped his eyes shut, bracing for the punch he knew was coming.  Then, the hinges on his door chirped loudly. Carey opened his eyes.  

Tae was gone.

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