Naked Hero - The Journey Away

hope.”
    Jim shook his head. “No! No! It’s too big an occasion for that sort of nonsense to be allowed. A few cat calls maybe, but they’ll wash over Lewis now.”
    Lee looked over to the television where a tennis match was freeze framed. “Don’t let me interrupt what you were doing. Just say if I’m getting in the way of anything. I don’t want to interfere with Lewis’s preparations.”
    “Och, I’m just keeping busy that’s all,” answered Jim. “It calms the nerves… Lewis is out by the pool if you want to go and let him know you’re here. It’ll be another hour before he needs to get ready.”
    “Sure, I’ll do that. Through there?” asked Lee nodding towards the patio doors.
    “Aye, that’s the way,” replied Jim. Then as Lee started to move off, he added, “He might not show it, but Lewis is a bit on edge at the moment. He needs to unwind and relax. As you’re here and... Well, as you’re not directly associated with the sport - maybe you could talk to him about something other than tennis. Take his mind off it for a while. It’ll be my job then to bring him back.”
    “ Of course,” agreed Lee. “I’ll do what I can.”
    Lee saw him immediately as he stepped outside. Wearing only a pair of blue Speedos, the notorious Macleod was lying face down on a sun-bed by the side of the pool, music blasting from an iPod directly to his ears - too loud for him to hear anything else, like the discreet cough Lee made once he’d closed the patio doors behind him.
    It was a bit naughty, but Lee couldn’t resist taking advantage of the situation. He stood for a moment making no further sound as he examined the basking young man. What he saw was a collection of minor flaws that added up to a spectacular whole – something different and unique, so unlike the stereotype gym-forced perfection that Lee himself had achieved, and was the staple of his sexual diet. The shoulders looked strong but the back was less developed, and Lee knew that the same would apply to the chest. The legs were great, fit for their purpose of explosive sprinting around a tennis court, but not in ideal proportion to the upper body. Despite his current efforts, Lewis’s skin wasn’t evenly bronzed – the lower legs and left arm had a darker colouration as a result of the excessive exposure his tennis gear allowed. The right arm was different, covered by the tattooed sleeve. And now that Lee looked closer, he could see that it was much thicker on the forearm than the left – muscles developed as a consequence of his sport, due to years of holding a tennis racket tightly. Without the tattoo it would have looked slightly freakish, but the sleeve drew the attention away from the anomaly. Lee wondered if this was another example of Lewis hiding what he was. That was something to ask about perhaps, but not today.
    Lee continued to look, enjoying his stolen voyeurism. He liked the effect the process had created – Lewis’s body glistening with its covering of suntan oil. And sweat of course – there was plenty of that! Lee could make out the drops of moisture that ran down Lewis’s nose, and collected on the ground below him, forming a small pool of its own. Another pool had gathered at the base of his spine, fed by the sweat from his gently sloping back. Beyond it, the covered mounds of his buttocks rose more sharply; and it was there that Lee halted his inspection, wishing that propriety allowed for a more thorough investigation.
    ‘If only,’ thought Lee, mightily tempted to use a bit of initiative in doing Jim Murdoch’s bidding and take Lewis’s mind off of tennis the best way he knew how.
    Imagining that bliss, Lee walked over quietly, savouring the view as he did so. He knelt by Lewis’s head and removed the earphones - only altering the gaze that had remained steadfast throughout when Lewis jerked at the interruption.
    “Sorry. Did I wake you up?” asked Lee smiling down at him.
    “No, I was just day dreaming,” said Lewis, blushing slightly. He had been dreaming about Lee in a similar vein to what Mr. Porter had just been envisioning. “Nice suit!” he added on seeing the clothing, surprised but decidedly impressed – he did look just as good in one as Scott – better in fact, because he was here and the American wasn’t!
    Lee flicked a glance down to the shimmering material. “I got it today,” he confessed. “Designer shops are always my favourite sights to see in any new town.”
    Lewis