Introverts

Testing The Waters

This is new. I wouldn't mind getting used to this...

I pull away with enough confirmation to continue onwards. "Now let's swim!" I get to removing my pants and he does the same, still a little cautious, but obviously more comfortable with showing himself to me. I feel jittery inside and I can't stop smiling. After taking off the rest of our clothes (besides our underwear) we make our way to the pool, Connor squealing as soon as the rain hits him. I laugh and jump straight in the water. It's warm compared to the rain. I splash around for a second before turning and looking up at Connor. His brow his furrowed and he dips his toe in before smiling with a look of delight. I giggle.

I take this moment to take him in without feeling guilty. He's wearing only his little black boxer briefs that hug him tightly in all the right ways. His hair is flat against his forehead giving him a young and innocent sort of vibe. Oh, and I can't forget to mention how he's dripping from the rain which is making it very hard not to stare. He looks at me and sits down, swinging his legs in the water gently.

"Connah! Get in!" I yell, splashing him even though he's already soaked. When he doesn't answer I swim to the edge of the pool and stand right in front of him, the water reaching just above my shoulders.

"Nope." He says with a silly smile that makes him look like he's at absolute peace. Which makes me feel exactly the same.

"But you're already soaked anyway!" I protest, smiling brightly when he laughs and looks down at me.

"Sorry 'bout sha luck." He says sticking his tongue out. It only take me a second to think of a plan. Since my first one worked out so perfectly, might as well test those waters again. I place my hand on his knee before dragging it upward painfully slow. His eyes widen as his mouth falls open.

"What was that Connah?" I try in my most seductively teasing voice. He looks to be in such disbelief as he stare at me, closing his mouth and clearing his throat.

"I-I said no." I smirk at how small and weak his voice sounds, happy that I can still affect him. I move my hand in a constant rate getting closer and closer to places neither of us thought we'd be going today. Part of me wants him to stop me and a smaller part doesn't.

"Mm, not the right answer Connie." I tisk, and he makes a face at the name. I'll keep that one in the box of things to annoy him with. "You can take my hand off if you want." I say, after he places his hand over mine. But he doesn't, instead he grips it harder, though I don't think he notices he's done it. I smirk.

"You're warm." He says, almost as an excuse.

"So are you. But I have a feeling it's for a completely different reason." I tease as he blushes deeply. "Or maybe not." I want him to know that all of this has me just as flustered as it has him but without actually saying it. He surprises me by leaning in and placing his forehead on mine.

"W-what are you doing?" I ask and he shrugs.

"I'm cold." I take this as an invitation and spread his legs, settling between them. I then move to wrap my arms around his waist and pull him against me.

"Better?" I say, surprised when he nods considering he can't see my lips from this angle. I get that familiar ping again.

This is different. It's almost-

"Troye Sivan Mellet!" I hear an all too familiar voice screech. I lurch back involuntarily sadly not hearing the rest of his intriguing thought. "What in god's name are you doing out here?" My mom is standing under the patio shade so the rain can't get to her.

"Swimming?" I say over the roar of the wind. She glares at me.

"Get out of that pool before you get sick and die." When I don't move she steps forward an inch. "Be inside in five minutes or you're grounded." I groan at her pathetic words and she turns to Connor. She does some weird sign language gestures then walks away. Connors neck slowly reddens as he watches her leave so I put a comforting hand on his knee. He jumps and looks back at me