He laughs, the sound blending with the roar of the falls, much nearer now, adding something a little dark to it. Ledge at Neil's back and Mike's lifting him bodily up onto it. It's all coming back now, the slipperiness of the rock, the wetness under his hands and the wind blowing cool spray against his overheated skin. He and Tom have fucked countless times by now but somehow this one time and place stands out as special, and not just for the obvious reason.

He lays his hands on Neil's thighs, holding himself up in the water with his eyes traveling down over his chest, stomach, down to his dick, pressing Neil's legs apart and placing a soft, almost reverent kiss against the head of his cock. Won't be reverent for too long. Earlier had been play and he guesses this is, too, but it's play of a different flavor.