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“What’s the worst that can happen?” asked Pete, poking his head trough the hatch leading onto the roof. It was a wonderful sunny day, not a single cloud in sight, probably one of very few days like that left this year. Pete hoisted himself up onto the roof with no effort whatsoever. His big arms, by now glistering with summer sweat, flexed and reached into the hatch to pull up another boy onto the roof. Fair to say that the other boy, called Yann, was nowhere as well built as Pete and really needed a hand with getting up onto the black warm surface of the roof. Once on his feet, Yann straightened up and shook his blond nordic hair. His silhouette became another impressively tall object in the skyline of the city among towers and roofs. They closed the hatch and stood there for a minute, catching breath and admiring the unusual perspective of the city that you get from the roof level. All the chimneys, disused aerials and seagulls. The view was stunning and they took their time to admire it. “It must be somewhere around here. I’m really curious how it looks like” said Pete. This crazy roof climbing expedition was his idea and now he was looking around for the goal of their trip. Just as they expected, isvecbahis around a cluster of chimneys and rusty satellite dishes there was a water container. Something taken right from a western movie. It resembled something between a bathtub and a large open whisky barrel, just big enough to lay down in it. They guessed it used to be some sort of fire safety measure, but instead of being dirty and full of algae it was white, clean and the water inside seemed fresh. Pete briefly contemplated why and who takes care of the basin, but decided to just be grateful for the way it was and accept it as a gift from heavens. * The whole story started a few months back, when Pete heard from another member of cafe’s staff, that the main door key also opened the door onto the roof of the cafe. As far as Pete knew, no members of staff ever came here and he was very curious of whether the other part of the gossip was also true. The same person told him about a swimming pool on the roof. While it was quite unlikely, he really wanted to check it out. And while this bathtub was not quite a swimming pool, it was more than he expected. * Now that they got here and the basin turned out to be real, Pete and Yann exchanged isveçbahis giriş glances and smiled. It was only an hour earlier, after a short conversation during closing up, that they decided it was a perfect day for a roof expedition and that a gossip about a swimming pool deserves to be validated. “I wouldn’t call it a swimming pool,” laughed Yann, going ahead and submerging his skinny, pale and buck naked body in to the cold water, “but it sure is amazing.” Pete was positively surprised by the complete lack of restrain of his Scandinavian colleague. As soon as Yann had spotted a tub full of water, he instantly undressed and jumped in. It looked like some instinctive reaction or a childhood habit. “It is wonderful,” Yann recommended again, “Cold, in a refreshing sort of way, and surprisingly clean.” Pete finished fighting with his jeans, took off his underwear and submerged as well. He hissed and shivered, as goosebumps took over his sun-tanned body. The water felt freezing and it would take such a bloody viking as Yann to call it refreshing.They both sat at the bottom of the shallow water container and stretched their legs. The basin was too small, so they sat opposite each other, their legs isveçbahis yeni giriş touching. Even thou they tried wiggling and changing positions, to not be in contact, each time they slipped back into the position they started in. At the end, the slippery surface of the basin made it pretty much impossible to settle in any other position than having their legs interwoven, leaning against each other’s knees slightly. They both just leaned back and relaxed. * “I’m happy you suggested to climb up here,” Yann whispered after a few long minutes of silence. With his eyes closed and arms thrown around the edges of the tub he basked in the sun. His incredibly pale skin was slowly gaining dangerously lobster-like colours of sunburn. Pete did not answer, he was busy looking at his colleague in a whole new light, noticing little details that he never paid attention to. Accident scars along his shoulders, subtle muscles of his lean torso, the pale colour of his pubic hair, starting around Yann’s belly button and vanishing out of view into the semitransparent ripples of water. “You know,” continued the blonde viking, “I’ve wanted to hangout with you for a while. You seem fun.” Pete mumbled some inarticulate answer. All he could think of was his growing erection. While the initial temperature shock of cold water shrunk his cock almost to a size of a dried date, now in the closeness of another pretty body next to him, it just kept growing.