The blond, broad-shouldered man grips the weathered pier as the other, equally muscled, leans against the jagged rocks, both slick with salt and sweat, their bodies angled toward the water. One’s arms flex as he pulls himself up, the pier’s rough grain digging into his palms, while the other shifts his weight, ass tight against the stone, the tide lapping just beyond their reach. The sun bleaches their skin, but the shadows between them deepen where the pier’s slats cast long, sharp lines across their chests.
