Paint The Rainbow

by John Harris

  Ryan felt something he had never felt before. He had noticed the burning embers sizzling within him when he had first laid eyes on Mason, but this was more. The whole flight over, both Ryan and Mason had been overwhelmed by the easy bonding between them. Conversation flowed freely and when silence did take a hold, it was comfortable and pleasant. Both men had been lost in their own little worlds, thinking and trying to believe what was really happening to them. Ryan was so revved up by the emotions, he felt that his mind would explode.

  And now this—these romantic islands covered with the most breathtaking verdure, surrounded by the vast ocean and the pristine lagoon. Butterflies flitted about, taking their turn on the beautiful flowers. Among them, dragonflies flew at a more forceful pace. The behavior of the two insects together was a mirror image of the feelings and desires boiling inside of the two men. It was so romantic—the surrounding area making it practically impossible not to fall in love.

  Ryan had the uncontrollable desire to thank Mason for this divine gift. Nobody had ever been so generous. Trusting his instincts, he stepped closer to Mason, who hadn’t even noticed him as he carried their luggage. Ryan pressed his lips onto Mason’s. The heat he found there was so intense that he gasped into the contact. Mason groaned with pleasure.

  “Fuck, that felt so good,” Ryan pulled away. His face was flushed red. It had been the best kiss in his life. His lips still tingled from the light stubble around Mason’s mouth. He wondered what it would feel like to have it rub against other parts of his body.

  “My God, Ryan, you took me by surprise,” Mason breathed heavily. The surprise was still written on his face.

  “A good one, I hope.”

  “The best,” Mason couldn’t stop smiling. He took Ryan’s hand in his free one and kissed him on the lips. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that? Come on. I need to get inside to cool down.”

  “By the time we’ve settled down here, you’re going to be just as hot inside as you are out here,” Ryan winked. “But first, I need a swim and a cocktail—not that one just yet.” He looked at the hardness in Mason’s pants.

  Mason squeezed Ryan’s hand, “We’re going to have the best time.”

  It felt so natural and so right holding Mason’s hand. It appeared to Ryan that they deliberately walked slower to prolong the delicious moment. It was ridiculous because they had ten days on the island together. Ryan was so engrossed with the feelings and the energy coursing between them that he failed to notice the main structure appear before him until it was suddenly there in full magnificence.

  A beautiful modern villa stood on the beach. A wooden-decked terrace facing the lagoon ran along the side and front of the house. Before it was a black marble infinity pool also overlooking the lagoon, which surrounded a man-made private island.

  “The villa is spectacular, Mason. I still can’t believe that I’m here… and with you.”

  Mason smiled. “Ditto. I’m so happy that we’re here together. Wait until you get inside.”

  They passed an outdoor dining and living area that overlooked the pool, the lagoon and Mount Otemanu.

  “Further down that way, there’s a grill spot for more informal dining. It faces the ocean side of the island. You’ve got great views of the neighboring islands from there, too.”

  Ryan nodded excitedly. Seeing Mason’s lips move made him want to kiss him again. “Holy shit, this is the most incredible place,” he blurted.

  The open plan interior held an elegant indoor dining table, a spacious seating area with vaulted ceilings, large glass doors and windows opening to the gardens. A pristine beach with breathtaking views spread out before them.

  ****

  “Mason, this is the most romantic moment of my life.” Ryan swallowed deeply. “It was not that long ago that I didn’t know what I wanted. I do now, thanks to you.”

  Mason grinned, “Ryan, being with you here is more than I could have hoped for. I can still remember the day I first saw you.”

  “Fuck, I was so nervous. I didn’t know what was going on with me.” Feeling comfortable with his new identity, Ryan reached across the table and took Mason’s hands in his. “You looked so damn sexy that day.”

  Only torches of fire and candles gave them light. At a discreet distance stood a waiter, ready to do their bidding. “Only back then? What about tonight?” Mason asked.

  “Aw, this night, you look better than ever.” Ryan stroked the back of Mason’s hand.

  “How did you know?” Mason frowned.

  “How did I know that you liked guys?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I didn’t.”

  Mason pleated his brow.

  “Juan tried everything to convince me of it. Not only that—not a day went by when he didn’t mention the fact that I was gay, also.”

  “Is it that obvious?” Mason looked worried.

  “Not to me, but to an experienced homosexual like Juan, it was crystal clear.”

  Mason laughed. “You’re so cute and new to this. We don’t call ourselves homosexuals.”

  “Really? What are we, then?”

  “Just guys who like other guys.”

  “Well, that does it for me.” Ryan sighed happily. He was in love. His stomach was full of grilled fish, and he felt a pleasant buzz from the accompanying champagne. “So, what happens now?” he asked, suggestively.

  “Oh, we could have a night cap on our private terrace.”

  Ryan laughed, “Private terrace? You mean anywhere on this island. You did rent the entire thing.” He shook his head at the extravagance.

  “Yeah, but the terrace near our room is closer to the bed.”

  Ryan gulped.

  “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t want to put you under any sort of pressure.”

  “No, no, it’s just that I’ve been waiting for this for I don’t know how long. But I just don’t know what to do.”

  “You did pretty dang good when we arrived.”

  “Yeah?”

  “When you kissed me.”

  “Oh, that.” Ryan laughed nervously. “I don’t know what came over me.” He felt nervous. Kissing Mason was one thing, but going a step further nearly made him freak out.

  “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything.”

  “It’s not that. I want it, too. I just don’t know what to do.”

  “It’s like riding a bike. Just do what comes naturally to you.”

  Ryan chuckled. “Riding a bike, huh. Who rides who?”

  “We’ll figure it out as we go along,” Mason said tenderly.

  Ryan gulped, “Okay, you lead the way.”

  Mason laughed. He ordered another bottle of champagne. “To lighten the mood, you know,” he said, getting up. “Come.”

  He held out his hand and Ryan took it gratefully. The entire walk back to their suite of rooms, Ryan didn’t say a word. His mind was in turmoil. Thoughts of what was about to happen consumed him. He had a vague inkling of what men did to one another when they had sex. Ryan was apprehensive whether he could do the same. He tensed when he felt Mason’s hand stroke his cheek. Totally under Mason’s spell, he let him guide him back to their rooms. By the time they got there, the waiter had already left a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses on the table outside. Mason walked up to it confidently.

  Mason filled a flute and handed it to Ryan. When he had his full glass in his hand, he took the few steps that separated them until he stood right in front of Ryan.

  “Cheers to us.”

  Ryan nodded. “To us.” He drank far too quickly. His eyes focused on Mason’s lips. Unlike earlier in the day, he didn’t have the courage to kiss him. Instead, he just stared at the other man, willing him to make the first move. This time was different because the bedroom was only a few steps away. Ryan knew that if they started making out, there would be no stopping them. This was so new to him, and he didn’t want to be a disappointment.

  “Would you mind if I kissed you, Ryan?” Mason’s voi
ce was husky and full of need.

  The breath hitched in Ryan’s throat. His gaze fixed on Mason he shook his head slightly.

  Mason leaned in and met Ryan’s lips, softly at first. The touch was so faint, but it had both men breathing heavily into the contact. Mason slid his hand through Ryan’s hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened as tongues became more urgent. Ryan closed his eyes. Mason’s hands slid down his back until they came to rest on his ass. Mason pulled him even closer.

  Ryan’s eyes snapped open and he jerked back. For a moment, he had felt their crotches brush against each other. They were both hard as hell. Ryan didn’t know why it came as such a surprise to him that he had managed to get another man hard.

  “You okay?” Mason had a mischievous glint in his eyes. He did not attempt to restart the kiss. He waited patiently for Ryan to come to terms with his body’s response to their recent embrace.

  Surprise soon gave way to desire. Within moments, Ryan moved in and pulled Mason’s head closer until their lips touched again. He pressed his crotch against him, letting their lengths rub against each other. He groaned with pleasure.

  Mason’s hands started thoroughly exploring Ryan’s ass, pressing on the hard muscles in a kneading motion until Ryan groaned with pleasure. “You really have a great ass,” he hissed into Ryan’s mouth when he broke away from a kiss.

  Ryan smirked. He moved his hands lower. “I have to say that you do, too. It was one of the first things I noticed this afternoon when we went for a swim in the sea.”

  “Oh, really. I thought you liked my eyes. Am I just a slab of meat to you?”

  “Right now, a slab of meat sounds good.”

  Mason sniggered. His hands moved up Ryan’s back and around to his chest. He pressed there, reveling in the feel of Ryan’s hard muscles. Gradually, they moved lower again until they came to rest on his belt. The tips of his fingers brushed over the front of Ryan’s pants. “Would you like for me to loosen you up? It feels like something in there needs to be set free.”

  Ryan shifted his kisses from Mason’s lips across his cheeks and ending on his neck, close to his ear. “Yeah, please do.”

  Mason had the belt open in a few seconds, but he took his time with the button and zipper, testing whether Ryan had the patience to endure the sweet torture.

  Ryan didn’t have much. He pressed the front of his body against Mason. He had never felt such desire before. The sensations shooting through his body were insane. Ryan sucked on Mason’s neck, alternating between licks and nibbles. He groaned when he felt his pants slide down his legs. It felt so good to be free of them. He shuddered when Mason took a step back.

  “Fuck, you look so hot,” Mason said. His gaze moved up and down Ryan’s body, which was only slightly illuminated by a candle on the table. He had an excellent view of the bulge in Ryan’s boxer shorts. Mason licked his lips when he saw the hardness press against the fabric. With determination, he moved forward and kissed Ryan again. His right hand brushed over the front of Ryan’s boxers, feeling the tip of his cock through the thin fabric.

  Ryan sucked in the air like a man surfacing after being submerged under the water. He had never expected that another man’s touch could be so electrifying. He wanted so much more. Ryan pushed his hips forward so that his length pressed against Mason’s hand—it felt so good.

  Mason gasped.

  “Are you okay?” Ryan asked, startled.

  Mason smiled, “I have never felt this good before. And you… have an impressive size.”

  Ryan laughed nervously. He didn’t know what to do next.

  “You want me to guide you?”

  Ryan nodded wordlessly. As much as his body told him what to do, there was still a mental block in his mind. Even though Ryan so wanted this to happen, he couldn’t help feeling that this was wrong. When he felt Mason take his hands and guide them to the front of his pants, Ryan relaxed. If something feels this good, it can’t be wrong, he thought. Instinctively, he opened the other man’s belt, button, and zipper. Seconds later, they helped each other out of their shirts. They stood before each other in their underwear.

  Mason took Ryan in with his eyes once more, then with his hands. His hands explored his muscles, starting on his shoulders, down his chest and abs, then resting on Ryan’s ass. “God, I really love this ass,” Mason said, giving the cheeks a frisky squeeze and making Ryan harder still.

  “What do we do now?” Ryan felt the heat rise in his face. His voice clipped from the heavy breathing.

  “Let’s just do whatever feels right. Sound good?” A devilish grin played on Mason’s lips.

  “Yeah,” Ryan said, meekly accepting the other man’s hand. He let himself be guided to the large double sunbed on the terrace in front of their room. Ryan crawled up onto it. He moaned with pleasure when Mason came up on top of him, feeling his cock press against his. Only the fabric of their underwear separated them. Ryan had no idea where all this was leading. What would happen when the final barrier was removed?

  To his relief, Mason took the initiative. He moved his head lower, resuming the kissing session with a first tentative peck and then adding more passion into the contact. He lingered on Ryan’s lips a while before moving to his neck, somehow pinpointing a sensitive spot that he didn’t know existed before. It felt so much better to feel it being done to him than when he had done it to a woman. The feel of Mason’s stubble brushing the sensitive skin there sent shockwaves of delight across Ryan’s body.

  Ryan leaned back, submitting himself to Mason’s expert ministrations. Shortly after, Mason moved down, his lips finding Ryan’s nipples. He sucked on them alternately, biting and nibbling while he ran his hands through Ryan’s hair. Ryan groaned—it felt so good.

  “You like that, huh?” asked Mason, stopping what he was doing.

  “Yeah, don’t stop.” Ryan pulled Mason’s head down, pressing his lips onto a nipple.

  Mason let out a sexy little giggle as he resumed his sweet torture. At the same time, his hand snaked down Ryan’s abdomen, finding the rim of his boxers. It stopped grazing the top of the fabric. Before Ryan realized what was happening Mason’s hand slipped under the fabric, heading lower.

  Ryan gasped when Mason’s hand wrapped around his cock. It felt so good. The mere grasp of Mason’s hand sent the blood pumping down his length. Biting on his lower lip, Ryan turned his head to the side. He wanted Mason to squeeze harder, to stroke more forcefully, but Mason moved back a little, pulling back Ryan’s boxers until they were off him. He ran his tongue over his lips when he beheld Ryan’s desperate cock in its entire splendor. He spread Ryan’s legs so that he could position himself between them. He now used both hands on Ryan’s balls and length, sending waves of ecstasy through him.

  “God, you’re going to make me come.” The words passed Ryan’s lips in a deep hiss.

  “That’s okay. We have all night.” All the while, Mason massaged Ryan’s cock, alternating with strokes down the entire length and quick twirls around the head. Not once did he stop curling his finger in his ass.

  Ryan threw back his head as pleasure rolled over him. He felt his balls tighten against the palm of Mason’s hand. His asshole contracted, making him tighter still. Heat shot up from the base of his cock, bringing about the release he couldn’t hold back in spurts of cum that landed on his stomach and chest. He never believed that he could sound so feral, but his body had laid claim to him, destroying all restraint.

  Once the bursts of pleasure finally subsided to just a tingle, Ryan swallowed as realization dawned upon him. He had never been so exposed to another man before. He felt Mason’s hand gently stroking his cock while he removed his finger from his ass. In seconds, Ryan felt the blood leave his dick and shoot up onto his cheeks. He felt embarrassed, but at the same time, he never felt better. He snapped his eyes open to find Mason watching him. He smiled at him. “That was incredible, Mason. I can’t believe you did all that with just your hands.”

  Mason laughed as he started
to clean Ryan up with his boxer shorts, then threw the underwear to the floor. “I’ve had some practice. You okay?”

  Ryan nodded. His gaze slipped a few inches. “It looks like I’m better than you.”

  He chuckled when he followed Ryan’s gaze. “Yeah, I could use a hand.”

  Without another thought, Ryan sat up and kissed Mason on the lips. “Lie down,” he said.

  He pushed Mason down until his back came to a rest on the sunbed. Ryan placed his fingers over the rim of his underwear. He hesitated for a few heartbeats. Ryan wasn’t sure how he’d react to seeing another man’s erection. Swallowing deeply, he pulled the shorts off Mason.

  “Oh my,” he blurted when he saw Mason was more than ready for him.

  “Here, let me help you.” Mason guided Ryan’s right hand to his cock.

  Ryan took it and started to stroke it in an up-and-down motion. He reveled in the softness of the skin and the pulsating hardness underneath it. Intuitively, he slipped his other hand under Mason’s balls, cupping them gently. His groan of pleasure gave Ryan courage. He soon began to rub and knead faster. Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off Mason’s erection, which towered proudly in his hands. Seeing the tip, Ryan had the strange urge to take it into his mouth. He wondered what it would taste like. A slight smile flickered over his lips. I bet Mason wouldn’t mind if I gave it a try.

  Ryan lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the tip. This action resulted in a deep intake of air from Mason. Ryan looked up to see deep longing tattooed onto his eyes. As Ryan continued to work Mason’s cock, his head fell back with a cavernous groan.

  “Jesus, Ryan…” His voice was raspy. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Ryan answered him with a deft flick of his tongue. Mason’s astonishment made him bolder as he slid down his entire length until his nose nestled in his pubic hair. Apparently, I don’t have a gag reflex. He moved back up. Mason dug his fingers into his hair as he let off a continuous moan.

  Ryan continued bobbing up and down, fondling his balls with light strokes. It did not take long until he heard Mason gasp loudly and suck in the air. Ryan felt his cock twitch in his mouth. His balls seemed to pull up into his body and then a warm liquid shot into his mouth in gushing spurts. Fuck, he tastes so good. Ryan had never felt so surprised in his life. For one thing, he loved the way Mason tasted. Second, he was rock hard again. He had never been able to recover so quickly before.