Lucas dropped his bag on a bench close to the pool, and yanked his shirt and pants off, tossing both over the bag, and pulling on his speedos before he jumped into the pool, diving in and starting to swim. He’d had a frustrating call with his father. Those were rare and they never ended well. He was angry, angry at all the ropes his father still wanted to constrict him with, angrier even that he was doing so in the first place, something he had started to do a lot more than he had before Hunter’s accident, which hadn’t escaped him.
His father had mostly ignored him growing up, as long as he wasn’t lecturing him, most of his focus went to his older siblings, but ever since Hunter’s accident it was though he expected Luke to fill in a void, as though he was discarding his eldest son, at least that was how it felt, and Luke hated all of it. He hated the reasoning, the consequences, and the fact that he so desperately wanted to see his brother as he was, fully confident in himself again, but had no fucking clue on how. He felt so inadequate, and guilty too. Guilty that he felt like that when he was healthy. And he couldn’t talk to anyone about this.
He put all of his anger and frustration into it as he pushed for speed, and lap after lap, taking his turn on the wall only to launch himself forward again, and again. He knew how he would’ve dealt with this before, found a willing sub, make take it a little too strong. He didn’t want to do that anymore. He was trying to grow. He slipped as he approached the wall for the fifth time, and hit his shoulder and the side of his head on it. He groaned, and propped his arms over the border, pressing his forehead against the tile, and tugging on his hair, breathing.
The last time he’d been this angry, he’d left three bad mouthing Doms bloody. He sneered at the memory. He regretted it if only because it had been impulsive, and he knew it could some day come back to bite him. But it had felt good to shut them up, the only thing he felt he could do for his brother.
After doing his usual rounds, checking out the sports complex, making sure everything seemed safe, clean, and in its place, Dave found himself wandering a bit aimlessly. Not wanting to return to an empty house, the submissive shoved his hands in his pockets, fully intending to go another lap around the complex, hopefully ending with a more solid idea of a plan for the evening. As he bypassed the pool, sounds from within drew him, and he cocked his head before tossing open the door. Dave squinted, eyes adjusting to the dimness of the pool area as he scanned for the source of the noise. It didn’t take long for him to spot a figure swimming laps.
Stepping forward, Dave remained quiet as he watched the swimmer, still unable to identify who it was but finding himself impressed by the speeds. After several moments, he watched as the individual surfaced, leaning onto the edge. Dave’s brows furrowed as he took another step forward. “Everything okay there?” He called, holding up a hand. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to startle you. I should’ve started with a better intro.”
