Greg was kissing Theo, but even through his own wants and needs, he could feel Theo struggling with it all, physically pulling back. His distress was physical; his little sounds of pain mixed with confusion and hesitation were like turning the water icy cold on Greg. His hands moved down, down Theo's leg, and he kissed him only one time before pulling back himself.
He was no rapist, especially when he cared for someone. Oh, he'd had a thought a time or two years back about using power over that Alfie boy, about getting that boy to do a few things to him by blackmailing him. But it had never panned out, and the desire, or that type of situation, never arose again. And instead of wanting to force himself on Theo, Greg only felt bitter disappointment, and hurt. He was fucking hurt, hurt that the notion of being physical seemed to repulse Theo. And as much as Theo needed the attentions of Greg, they were tender, platonic type affections with no passion or desire.
Greg had Theo in his lap still, and he leaned his hands back against the step, and gave a small disappointed sigh before he leaned back forward and moved Theo to the seat, off of his lap. He sat him there and turned to plunge into the water headfirst, needed to clear his head of the muddles that plagued him at the moment. He swam hard, strong laps that took him away from Theo for the moment, giving him the distance he needed to feel his disappointment more opening, painfully so.