man said quietly and began to pull his shirt over his head and push his sneakers off at the same time.

Ian continued to strum and watched the boy undress. He was definitely the son on Colton Shores, the dark hair, still in the close-cropped military cut, and the broad, broad shoulders. Unlike his brother he didn’t shave his body hair, which Ian thought suited Reece, who was quietly rugged and masculine.

Not that Jesse was effeminate; Jesse was still in many ways a child, with that baby fat look and lots of nervous energy. Reece, one the other hand, had served in the battlefields, which Tippy said he refused to discuss. He had always been quiet, but she feared that his time in the military had forced him even more inward.

He refused to go out much and interaction with even his family was minimal. What Ian noticed was a beautiful 26 year old man, who had probably been through the most terrifying experiences that anyone could imagine, much less a pampered Hollywood baby, and now just needed some quiet time to process it all.

As Reece bent over to pull his pants off, Ian could see a small scar on his lower back, one that you wouldn’t notice at first because of a couple of large but tasteful tattoos, one’s Reece had probably gotten to distract from what was probably an ugly scar. When he was down to a pair of khaki color baggy boxers, Reece jumped in the pool and began to quietly swim back and forth.

Ian went back to his strumming and thinking, but watching the man doing lap after lap, with the obsession of a long distance swimmer. As he reached the sides of the pool he would tag and flip over, coming back to the surface of the water and stroking to the other side.

As he skimmed the surface, Ian was impressed at the condition of Reece’s body. His musculature wasn’t over developed, but fine-tuned. Everything seemed to lead perfectly to the other part. Ian thought of those pictures in the biology books where all the muscles are laid out and as you turned the clear pages layers and layer were stripped off until you could see the labeled bones.

Ian tried not to stare, and it wasn’t sexual. He loved to look at and study things, and Reece’s body in motion was fascinating. The way his head turned in perfect rhythm with his stroking arms. The way his ass peeked out of the water, the olive drab wet and stuck tightly to the movement of his cheeks. When Reece flipped over on his back, Ian could see all the muscles of Reece’s chest and stomach pulling and rippling in sync with the curvature of his thighs.

Reece must have gone on non stop for twenty minutes, Ian’s mind studying the whole time, but his eyes looking past the movement and finally beading in on a place that just took him away. When Ian shook his head and snapped back to where he was Reece had stopped swimming and was resting his chin on his folded arms, lower body still in the deep end of the pool and looking at Ian.

Ian looked at Reece, “You better be careful, if your Mom gets hold of that underwear, it’s gone!” Ian warned.