Drenched, Part 1: Soaking It In

Palms sway around jagged lava formations, their roots dipping into a turquoise tide pool. Falcon Exclusive Brad Patton tests the water's edge when a wooden idol bobs up on the swelling tide. He leans in, tracing the carving's sharp lines with his gaze. Then Lane Fuller emerges, chiseled and bare like the stone around them, his hands roaming Brad's muscled back, tracing ridges of sinew and sweat. Brad grabs Lane's waist, yanking him flush against his hardening body. Hunger builds fast between them. They yield to the pull of raw need, bodies crashing like waves. Brad's cock throbs against Lane's thigh as they grind, mouths locking in a fierce kiss. Lane drops to his knees in the shallow pool, saltwater lapping at their skin, and takes Brad deep, sucking with urgent rhythm. Brad groans, fingers tangling in Lane's wet hair. They switch, Lane rising to pin Brad against warm rock. He thrusts in, filling him slow at first, then pounding hard. The tide surges with their pace, carrying them to shattering climax, release spilling hot and wild into the churning water.