Against the Wall

by Alexa Land

  “Oh, you will, baby, but later. We should get back. Try not to look like you just had an orgasm.”

  He laughed at that. “I’ll work on it.”

  *****

  The reception went on well into the night. A sumptuous meal was served and I had to almost physically restrain Chance to get him to sit down for a couple bites of food. He’d been taking pictures nonstop. Christopher and Kieran sat with us, along with Skye and Dare.

  “So when did this happen?” Shea’s cousin Kieran asked, smiling at us as I fed Shea a bit of diced fruit with my fingertips. I almost didn’t hear what was said as I watched my date’s full lips suck the juice from my fingers. Lust spiked in me instantly and I drew in my breath. I had the most overwhelming urge to lay Shea on the tabletop and take him right there in the middle of the reception.

  As if he knew what I was thinking, Shea blushed and grinned at me. God, I wanted him. Finally I remembered a question had been asked and murmured, “Oh. Um, recently.”

  Dinner was followed by lots of dancing. I tried to claim I didn’t dance, but Shea just rolled his eyes and pulled me out onto the dance floor, then gathered me in his arms and swayed with me to the music. I held on tight, resting my head on his shoulder as the entire party around us disappeared, leaving just Shea and me and this perfect moment. I was sure I’d never felt this good, this safe and happy and content, all at the same time.

  When it was time to cut the cake, a grand, multi-tiered number covered in fresh local flowers, Trevor and Vincent brought Joshie to the cake table with them, and all three of them held the knife and made the first slice together. They then cut a huge piece for Joshie, which made him whoop with delight. He tucked into the cake with a big serving spoon as the grooms fed each other with their fingertips and capped it off with a tender kiss.

  “Time for dessert,” I whispered to Shea. My big grin made it clear I wasn’t talking about cake. He chuckled at that and put his arm around my shoulders as we headed away from the crowd.

  The plantation house was all lit up, the large kitchen at the back of the building bustling. We slipped through the door as Shea whispered, “I don’t think we’re supposed to be in here.”

  “I know.” I pushed open the first door we came to, which turned out to be a small pantry. We went inside and I turned to him and smiled. “That’s what makes it exciting.”

  In the next instant we were all over each other, kissing and groping wildly. Somehow we got each other’s pants and underwear down, and Shea wrapped his hand around my hard cock as I looked around desperately. It was fairly dark in the pantry, but I was able to spot a tub of vegetable shortening. That would work.

  I spun Shea around and he bent over for me as he whispered, “I need you in me so bad.” He slid his feet as far apart as possible within the confines of his khakis and I quickly worked some of the shortening into him, then slicked my throbbing cock. I fumbled for a roll of paper towels and wiped my slippery hands before grasping his hips and pushing into him with one long thrust. I actually found myself sighing with relief, odd as that was.

  Shea started to moan, so I put my hand over his mouth and kissed his shoulder as I began fucking him. When it seemed like he was going to keep it down, I wrapped my arms around him as I drove myself into him again and again. It was really difficult to be quiet when I was overcome with lust. I even had to be careful of the sound of my body slapping against his.

  A steady stream of waiters and kitchen staff passed right by the pantry door, which made my heart race. The adrenaline junkie in me loved every minute of it. The threat of getting caught any second amplified my senses. I wondered if Shea was worried though, and slid a hand around his hips. That answered the question pretty definitively. He was rock hard, his cock leaking precum, and I began to stroke him. Clearly, he was loving this as much as I was.

  When I was close to cumming, I pulled out of him and began stroking my cock. As much as I wanted to cum in him, cleaning him up afterwards would have been problematic. To my surprise, Shea dropped to his knees and looked up at me as he opened his mouth. “Oh shit,” I whispered as my cum shot onto his tongue. I filled his mouth, burst after burst, and when I finished he swallowed and smiled at me as he whispered, “You taste surprisingly sweet.”

  I grinned at that. “So do you. It’s all the pineapple we keep eating on this trip.” The moment he stood up, I dropped to my knees and swallowed him to the root, then sucked him until I was once again rewarded with a mouthful of cum. When his orgasm ebbed, I stood up and kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue in his mouth.

  We broke apart and dressed quickly as I whispered, “And you thought I was kidding when I said we were sneaking off for some dessert.” He tried to stifle a laugh.

  When we were dressed, I quickly straightened up the pantry, putting the lid back on the shortening and disposing of the paper towels in a plastic shopping bag. Just as we turned to leave, the door swung open, narrowly missing us. Light spilled into the little space and Skye and Dare stopped in their tracks as my best friend exclaimed, “Oh shit, sorry! What are you guys doing in here?”

  I chuckled and said as we slipped past them, “Same thing you are. Second shelf on the left. Blue container. Just FYI,” I said with a wink, directing him to the shortening.

  *****

  The ship was docked at Molokai overnight, so it didn’t matter that the wedding party got back in the wee hours. Trevor and Vincent looked so happy and so in love, arms around each other as they headed to the luxurious honeymoon suite that Nana had booked them for the duration of the cruise. Gianni carried their sleeping son in his arms, Nico following with the little boy’s shoes in one hand and Joshie’s to-go box of cake in the other. We said goodnight to them as we continued down the hall.

  Chance was clicking through the photos on his view screen and murmured, “I think I got some good shots. I’m going to download them to my laptop as soon as we get to our stateroom. I hope I don’t keep you up, Christian, but I really want to take a look at these right away.”

  “Well, Christian, you could always bunk with me,” Shea said casually, “so Chance can get some work done.”

  “Love to,” I said with a smile.

  Kieran was at the front of the little pack we were traveling in, holding his husband’s hand, and he looked over his shoulder and flashed Shea a leering grin. “You shut up,” Shea told his cousin, but he was chuckling.

  We reached Skye and Dare’s room next, and I hugged them both. “See you tomorrow, with any luck. Chance booked an adventure sports shore excursion. He’s making me zip line, bungee jump, and parasail. He’s obviously trying to kill me. In case he doesn’t succeed, I’ll text you when we get back to the ship.”

  “Have fun. Try not to die,” Skye said cheerfully.

  When we reached our cabin, Chance looked up from his camera long enough to smile and say, “Night, all,” before going inside.

  At the next door, we said goodnight to the rest of our little group and Shea used his card to let us into his stateroom. I slipped off my shoes, then put my belt, phone and wallet beside them and crawled under the covers. Shea used the restroom, then came to bed in a t-shirt and boxers. He drew me into his arms and I snuggled against his chest, sighing contentedly. “Thanks for letting me bunk with you,” I murmured.

  “My pleasure.” He kissed the top of my head and settled in comfortably against the pillows.

  “Tell me something, Shea,” I murmured.

  “Like what?”

  “Anything. It can be totally random. I know so little about you.”

  “You know a lot, actually. You’ve been to my house, met my best friends, saw the dork den that I call a bedroom. You know I wanted to draw, and you know I’m a police officer. That kind of sums me up.”

  “What were you like in high school?”

  “Shy. Quiet. Nerdy. Exactly like I am now.”

  I tilted my head to look up at him. “Did you date back then?”

  “Nope.”

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��Why not?”

  He grinned at me. “Besides the braces, the fifty extra pounds, the zits and the fact that I was too awkward and shy to talk to anyone I liked? No reason.”

  “You’ve really come a long way.”

  “No I haven’t. I’m still exactly that guy. I may look better on the outside, but inside I haven’t changed at all.”

  “Do you like me, Shea?”

  “Of course!”

  “Oh look, you’re talking to me! Proof you’ve changed.”

  “Well okay, I’m not exactly the same. But I still feel like that guy.”

  I said, “I wish I’d met you back then.”

  He chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath me. “Thank God you didn’t.”

  I laced my fingers with his, then brought his hand to my lips and kissed it. I’d really meant that. It would have been incredibly wonderful to have all those extra years with him.

  Chapter Ten

  I was awakened the next morning in the nicest possible way, by soft kisses along my jaw. I reached for Shea and pulled him into my arms, murmuring, “You’re so incredibly warm when you sleep. You’re like my own personal tauntaun.”

  He chuckled at that. “You geeked up that reference just for me, didn’t you?”

  “Oh yeah. Big time.” I flashed him a smile before kissing him, then exclaimed, “Shit, you did it again!”

  “What?”

  “Snuck off and brushed your teeth, so I’m all gross by comparison. I need to go even things up.” I rolled out of bed despite his protests and headed to the bathroom, where I used the facilities and rubbed some of his toothpaste around my mouth with a finger, then rinsed it out.

  When I returned to the bedroom, I pounced on Shea and kissed him deeply before asking, “What are you doing today? Want to risk life and limb by bungee jumping with Chance and me?”

  He chuckled at that. “Me and extreme sports, what could go wrong?” He brushed my hair from my eyes as he said, “I’d still be tempted to join you, but I promised my cousins I’d go on a hike to a waterfall with them.”

  “Ah. Well, that sounds considerably safer.” I kissed him again and said, “I’m supposed to meet Chance at ten, what time is it?”

  He picked up his phone from the tiny nightstand and pushed a button to light up the screen. “It’s not even nine yet.”

  “Oh my God,” I exclaimed, turning the phone to face me. “You did not make that duck picture your wallpaper!”

  “It’s so cute! I couldn’t help myself.” I moaned and fell onto the pillows, and he chuckled as he slid my shirt up, exposing my belly. “Let me make it up to you,” he said between kisses down my happy trail, one hand working on my button and zipper. “I’ll bet I can make you forget all about that photo.”

  He slid my pants and briefs down a few inches and as he licked my cock I murmured, “What photo?”

  That earned me a sweet smile before he took my cock in his mouth and began sucking me. I let myself enjoy the attention for a few moments before flipping around and taking him in a sixty-nine. I moaned around his thick cock as he sucked harder. Within a few minutes I was swallowing his cum as he cried out around my cock. The feeling of him pulsing and shooting between my lips was so erotic that I came too, unloading in his wet mouth as I wove my fingers in his hair.

  Afterwards, I swung back around and he gathered me in his arms. “Can we just send stunt doubles in our place and spend the day right here instead?” I murmured. My hand was up underneath his t-shirt, caressing his smooth, broad chest.

  “If only.”

  “Hey, do you have plans this evening?” I asked.

  “I’m having dinner with my cousins.”

  “Want to meet me in the Lido Lounge before that? There’s something I’ve been meaning to do with you.”

  He grinned at that. “And you want to do it in the lounge?”

  I smiled at him. “I’m not talking about sex, though I still have every intention of messing around with you all over this ship. It’s something else.”

  “I’m down for whatever you want.”

  “Great, let’s shoot for four-thirty since we all have to be back onboard by four.” I kissed him and started to get up, but then went back for another long, deep kiss. Eventually I made myself let go of him and said, “Have fun today.”

  “You, too. I’m looking forward to four-thirty.”

  *****

  Chance had left a note in our stateroom saying he’d gone to breakfast. I showered and got dressed, then washed down a bunch of pills with some flat soda. Caffeine was most definitely called for, so I went to join my friend and almost collided with someone who’d been just about to knock on my door.

  Nana was decked out in a big blonde wig, even bigger fake boobs, and round, white sunglasses, along with a camouflage track suit. She peeked at me over the top of the glasses and said, “Psst, Christian, it’s me. Nana! I’m in disguise!”

  “So I see. Why is that?”

  “I’m coming bungee jumping with you and Chance! My family’s trying to stop me, bunch of stiffs! They think I’m too old for that stuff, but fuck that! Come on, let’s take the back stairs so we can make a break for it. Hurry!”

  “There are back stairs?” I asked as I followed her.

  “Technically they’re for the staff, but so what?”

  “Ah.”

  When we reached the crew member passageway, she whirled on me and stuck a bony finger in my face. “You’re not going to try to stop me too, are you? You always struck me as a fun guy. Was I wrong about you?”

  “Oh, I’m not going to stop you. If you want to bungee jump, more power to you.”

  “I knew I liked you, Christian,” she said, linking arms with me.

  *****

  “Wait, this is bungee jumping?” Nana asked, hands on her narrow hips. We were standing on a bridge above a deep ravine, wearing crash helmets, and Nana had just been fitted with a harness and cord.

  “Yeah. What did you think it was?”

  “That thing where you go sliding down a long clothesline with your ass in a sling.”

  “That’s zip lining. We’re doing that later,” Chance told her. “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”

  “Did I say that?” Nana asked. “I’m doing this shit!” She stepped forward to the edge of the bridge and turned to the buff instructor. “You sure you got the ropes right, Slick? If I splatter at the bottom of this canyon, I swear to sweet baby Jesus I’m coming back to haunt you!”

  “Your equipment is all in place. Now let me show you how to do it,” he said.

  Nana stared at him and said flatly, “We’re jumping off a fucking bridge. I think I got it.” She plucked off her blonde wig and thrust it at me. “Here, Christian, hold my hair.” She handed her sunglasses to me. “And these.” She then reached into her t-shirt and pulled out two stuffed Dalmatians. “And my boobs.” She tossed them to me, then zipped up her jacket, climbed up onto the little platform and jumped off without a moment’s hesitation, cursing like a sailor the whole way down. Chance and I leaned over the railing and watched Nana as she reached the end of the cord and bounced, then swung around in a wide arc. All three of us whooped and cheered, along with the rest of the people that were waiting their turn to jump.

  Chance said, “Well, she made it look easy. I have to admit that I’m scared shitless, though.”

  “You don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to,” I told him, setting Nana’s disguise with his backpack, which was leaning against the railing.

  “Oh, I do. I want to prove to myself I can do this.”

  Nana was hoisted up to a round of applause. “See? Old people can do anything young people can do! We’re not all breaking hips every five minutes, either,” she told the crowd.

  A couple other people had their turns before Chance was up. He looked terrified, his blue eyes the size of saucers, but he climbed up on the little platform, breathing rapidly like a woman in labor. He looked at me over his sho
ulder and I smiled and flashed him a thumbs-up before he stuck his arms out and took a flying leap. He shrieked all the way down, but he did it.

  When it was over and he was back on the bridge, he ran to me the moment the harness was off and grabbed me in a hug. His whole body was shaking, but he laughed and exclaimed, “I did it! Did you see me? I actually did it!” It was such a cute and child-like thing to say that it made me smile.

  “I knew you could do it,” I said. “I never had a single doubt.”

  “You’ve always believed in me. Not just with this, but with everything. Thank you for that, Christian.”

  “That’s what friends do.”

  Eventually it was my turn. The harnesses were snug around my calves, and they connected to a larger safety harness around my hips. I got up on the platform, turned around so I was facing Chance and Nana, and gave them a salute. Then I executed a fairly slick backwards swan dive off the bridge.

  The air rushed past me as my heart pounded. All too soon, I reached the end of the line and bounced back, then swung wide, the view swirling around me. It was a great rush, but very short-lived. As soon as I stopped swinging, the jump crew lowered a rope to me which I snapped onto my harness, and they used that to hoist me up.

  “Well, damn,” Chance said once I was back on the bridge. “You’re completely fearless!” I grinned at him, even though that wasn’t true at all. I fully understood that some things in life were absolutely terrifying, but an extreme sport just wasn’t one of them. It was all a matter of perspective.

  *****

  Bungee jumping was followed by zip lining and then parasailing, all of which Nana tried with whole-hearted enthusiasm. We ran into a few of her family members when we got back to the ship and she yelled, waving the DVD of her day’s adventures over her head, “I just jumped off a bridge, slid down a clothesline, and flew in a parachute over the ocean! Too old? Everybody who said I was too old can kiss my ass!”