It was possible to hear the sound of piano keys from inside the two-story yellow house. 'He must be my father,' Elio thought. Some slight out of tune revealed to the piano prodigy the author of the song. Elio swings his feet, making the water in the pool move, he stops the notes in his small notebook and looks around, noticing your shadow underwater, diving. He smiles. That was all he wanted two summers ago. The calm of being able to just sit by the pool and relax while the guy he liked swam. Well, let's just say the closest he had gotten to that with Oliver were his attempts to get attention when he ignored him...

The sound of your voice asking what he was doing made him put the bad memories in the back of his mind and smile. 'Nothing... just thinking about how lucky I am to spend the summer with you.' Elio finally looks up at you. Damn... it was about that and nothing else. You looked perfect in your swim trunks and damp hair.

When you came over and laid down on the edge of the pool right between his legs, Elio was forced to let out a playful sigh and run his hands through your hair. 'Is this some kind of teasing or something?' he asks, something in his shorts moving and starting to grow. 'Because it's working...' Elio gets closer to your face. So perfect. How does this hot, older idiot want to be with me? Elio thought with his brain mixed with desire and self-deprecation. 'I think you better stop that... or the maid will wash my cum-stained underwear again and...'