by GA Hauser
When Julian met his watery eyes, he nodded, “Yes!”
“Oh, baby,” Brodie moaned, his hand moving as if to touch his leg, reconsidering and settling on his own.
Julian exhaled in a loud blast. “We’ve been on this cruise two days, Brodie, which leaves eight more to come. I have got to act normal for her. I know it sounds lame, but I don’t want to kill her the way Melanie killed you. I can’t be that mean.”
“No. I know.”
“Once we’re back in Seattle, I can let her down easier.”
Brodie nudged his arm.
Julian connected to his eyes again.
“You want to see me when we get home?”
His lip trembling slightly at the thought that Brodie didn’t, Julian asked weakly, “Isn’t that kind of what we’re discussing?”
Brodie twisted on the bench to face Julian full on, his leg tucked under him. “I don’t know. So, this isn’t just some crazy onboard fling?”
Julian didn’t realize how crushed he would feel. “Is that how you see it?”
After what appeared to be an internal debate, Brodie seemed to burst when he said, “No!”
It was so loud, two passersby paused to stare. Julian averted their gaze. When they had left, he whispered, “You dork.”
Brodie began giggling. “I didn’t mean that. I mean, I did mean it. Shit, just shoot me.”
Julian snuck a squeeze of Brodie’s leg. “Look, Brodie, originally I didn’t really expect much more than a little fun, maybe some mutual jerking off…”
“And?”
“Well…the problem I’m having is I keep wanting to try more.” Julian felt his cheeks grow warm.
“Yes. Exactly. I want to feel your dick up my ass.”
“Shh!” Julian covered his laughter. “You realize they probably skin homosexuals alive up here?”
“Julian, it’s more than that.”
Hearing a serious tone coming from Brodie, Julian looked him in the eyes again. “What do you mean, more? Like in…”
Nodding, Brodie whispered, “Like in, I like you. A lot. Not just for your body, though I’m addicted to it now. But I think you’re awesome. I just feel as though we click. Am I nuts?”
Smiling shyly from the compliment, Julian replied, “If you’re nuts, so am I. I just worry about it. You know. I didn’t intend on coming on a cruise, losing my virginity to a man, and falling for him.”
Brodie blinked his eyes in surprise. “Yeah? Falling?”
“Yeah. Asshole.”
Brodie let out a hissing whistle, sat facing the street, slouching on the bench with his legs spread wide. “Falling?”
“Shut up. Don’t let it go to your head.”
“It already is. The head of my dick. I’m hard as a rock.”
Julian’s cock twitched at the comment. “Don’t get us started. We’re in Juneau, for God’s sake. We ain’t in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”
“I want to shove you down on your face on my bed and stick my dick so far up your ass you taste my come in your mouth when I orgasm.”
“Sounds painful.” Julian winced.
“Oh no, it won’t hurt. I promise.”
Julian pushed at his crotch as it swelled.
Brodie’s eyes darted to the act. He jumped to his feet, reaching out his hand. “Let’s go.”
Julian stood.
“Get that bag.” Brodie pointed to it. “I risked life and limb for the thing.”
Grabbing it, stuffing it into his jacket pocket, Julian nodded. “If we do it, we better be quick. It’s after one and I know Amelia will be up and looking for me, or throwing darts into a picture of me. One or the other.”
“We’ll be quick. I’ll get you worked over in an hour.”
“Wow.” Julian shivered. “Sounds like you have a plan.”
“I do.” Brodie grabbed Julian at the elbow to hurry him up.
Julian kept his eyes alert to anyone who sat at their dining table. He felt as if he was playing with fire.
~
Brodie pushed Julian up the gangplank, rushing him. At one point Julian’s ass was in front of his face and it was all he could do to not nip at it. Showing their boarding pass to the man at the top, they slipped quickly into the elevator and pushed the button down to the main floor cabins. The door opened, Brodie poked his head out, looked both ways, grabbed Julian’s hand, and began running down the long corridor.
Coming to a crashing stop at his door, Brodie panted as he shoved the key into the slot, opened the door, yanking Julian inside. The beds were made with a fresh towel shaped as a swan on each.
“That’s cool.” Julian pointed to one.
Brodie pushed Julian’s jacket off his shoulders anxiously. “Get naked.”
Julian tossed the paper bag on the bed, hurrying to shed his clothing. Brodie stripped first, shoving the terrycloth bird to the floor and peeling back the spread. With his hands trembling in excitement, he dug inside the bag for the rubbers and the box of lubrication. Standing in between the twin beds, Brodie removed the large tube out of its outer box, and took two rubbers off the strip of twelve.
A warm hand cupped his ass. Brodie smiled broadly. “Hello.”
“Hiya, big fella. Come here often?”
“I will be ‘coming’ here any minute.” Brodie rotated around to face Julian. “Get over here.” He reached for a kiss. When their lips connected, Brodie felt his cock bobbing eagerly. Savoring the dancing of tongues, spinning around each other, licking teeth, sucking hard, Brodie pressed Julian from behind, using his hand as it dug through his hair, feeling the kiss deepen to overt sexual foreplay. God, kissing him feels so good! Brodie couldn’t get enough of Julian’s mouth. His attention was brought lower as their cocks rubbed together, since they matched in height, they met side by side between their humping hips. Brodie pulled back from their kiss, arching his back, lifting Julian off his feet. “God, I can’t get enough of you!”
Julian started laughing, “Put me down, you dork.”
Brodie threw him back on the bed. “Let me fuck you, Julian. Please.”
“Yes! I want it. I’m not stopping you.” Julian spread his legs, asking, “Uh, like this? Face up?”
“Let me see.” Brodie crawled between Julian’s legs. “You have to be higher. Use a pillow under your back.”
Julian grabbed two and stuffed them under his hips.
“Perfect.” Brodie grinned at the sight between Julian’s legs. “Oh, fuck it.” Brodie was going to get on with the anal sex, but the lovely view distracted him. Nuzzling into Julian’s balls, Brodie moaned and inhaled him in pleasure. “You hot mother fucker…”
Julian raised his hips in reflex, groaning in reply.
Stroking Julian’s cock, slipping it in and out of his mouth quickly, Brodie sat back to stare at it again, wet and engorged. “Shit. I have to fuck you.” He reached for the condom first. Pumping his own cock a few times to heighten his excitement, Brodie rolled the rubber on, picking up the tube to inspect. As Julian watched, panting, his hands flat on the bed beneath him, Brodie figured out how to open the seal. “Jesus, childproofing lube?”
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” Having no idea what he was doing, Brodie squeezed the tube into his hand. A huge blob came out. He greased up his cock first. Since he had so much extra on his fingers, Brodie used some to spread on the rim of Julian’s ass.
“Ah…” Julian raised his hips.
“Wow. I’m not even in you yet.” Brodie’s cock jumped in excitement.
Pushing his finger inside Julian, smoothing the slippery ointment in, Brodie watched Julian’s face as his eyes shut and his mouth opened. Julian began rising and falling on Brodie’s index finger. “Holy shit. Does it really feel that good?”
“Fuck yes.”
Brodie removed his finger, positioning his cock to replace it. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
Brodie pushed the head of his penis passed the tight ring of muscle. “Jesus Christ,” Brodie moane
d. Moving until he was completely inside Julian’s body, Brodie felt so thrilled at the act he was stunned with the intensity, the pleasure, the closeness, everything that made making love the most amazing thing two people could share. As his hips stilled, Julian’s came alive. As if he couldn’t resist, Julian pumped up and down on Brodie’s cock. Throaty gasps came out of Julian’s lips. As if waking from a dream, Brodie got busy, thrusting deep and long into Julian’s body.
“Christ, touch my cock, touch my cock,” Julian begged.
“No! You are going to fuck me.” Brodie clenched his teeth as the sensation rose in him to unbelievable heights. Looking down at Julian’s swollen dick, his expression of complete bliss, Brodie convulsed in an ejaculation that rocked him to the core. Pushing in as deeply as he could, Brodie felt his cock throbbing inside Julian’s hot hole. Grinding his jaw, imagining the veins in his neck bulging from his climax, Brodie finally exhaled as if he were holding his breath. “Oh my God…” He hung his head, feeling the aftershocks washing over him.
Opening his eyes, pulling out gently, Brodie whispered, “You have got to feel that.”
“Are you kidding me?” Julian laughed. “You have any idea what it feels like to be fucked like that?”
“No, but I will.” Brodie tore off the rubber, dropping it on the floor. “Get up, swap places.”
Julian rolled over, standing on the floor as Brodie lay down eagerly. The pillows under his hips, Brodie nodded. “Go for it.”
Sitting on the bed, Julian unwrapped a rubber, putting it on himself quickly. When he knelt between Brodie’s legs, Julian smiled wickedly.
“Nice view, huh?”
“Yes.” Julian held his own cock by the base.
“Lube!”
“Oh, right.” Julian reached for the tube. “Sorry.”
Brodie laughed at him. “Used to wet women, I know.”
“Shut up.” Julian squeezed the tube and it made a spitting noise. “That was the tube. Not me.”
“Duh.”
“Hang on.” Julian bit his lip and Brodie felt his cool slippery finger being inserted inside him.
Brodie’s eyes sprang open. “Holy crap!”
“See!” Julian finger-fucked him faster.
“Oh my God.” Brodie felt his cock go rock hard again as the chills washed over his body like a tsunami. “Use your cock!”
“My pleasure.” Julian spread Brodie’s legs wide, placing the tip of himself against Brodie’s ass. “Okay?”
“Yes.” Brodie waited. Soon a sensation of heat passed inside him. With it was intense pleasure. “I am absolutely amazed, Julian. No one tells you about it.”
“No. A well kept secret.” Julian pushed in deeper. “Ah…ooh yes.”
Brodie closed his eyes as Julian established a rhythm. Riding it with him, his hips moving on their own, Brodie closed his eyes as the connection made him want to weep. He loved this guy. No one made him feel like this. Love? Lust? Who cares, I want him!
Unable to prevent it, Brodie grabbed his own dick and began jerking it. It seemed the minute Julian witnessed that action the hotter he became. The penetration became deeper and harder. Hearing Julian’s pre-orgasmic grunts, which Brodie was beginning to recognize and cherish, he quickened his hand, spraying his come all over his chest just as Julian pumped it into his body. A chorus of oohs and ahs followed. Slowly Brodie felt Julian disconnect from him. As Julian removed the used condom, Brodie kept stroking himself gently, feeling the last vibration continuing to rattle his genitals.
They were dripping in sweat.
Julian gathered his breath, sitting back on his heels. He ran his hand inside Brodie’s thigh, caressing it lovingly. “You believe this?”
“No.”
Julian shook his head. “I love it. I must be completely gay, because I can’t imagine touching a woman after touching you.”
“Good.”
“You trying to get that thing hard again? Three?” Julian laughed tiredly.
“Looking at you is such a fucking turn on.” Brodie smoothed his hand up and down his own cock gently.
A demonic expression appeared on Julian’s handsome face. He leaned over Brodie’s hips and began licking the spent come off his chest.
Brodie lit on fire, a raging inferno of passion. Closing his eyes, tilting his head into the blankets, Brodie felt like sobbing at the strong sexual attraction he felt for Julian and didn’t know why.
~
Julian knew it was growing late and he needed to go. Amelia would be worried, fretting, angry, furious.
Licking the puddles of come off Brodie’s taut chest and stomach, tasting the essence of his masculinity, Julian just couldn’t leave. Not yet. What was another ten minutes?
Once he had lapped up every drop, he sat up, smiling in satisfaction. His smile drooped when he noticed the single tear running down Brodie’s cheek. A dagger passed through Julian’s chest. Julian lay his body down on top of Brodie’s, kissing his neck and ear. “What is it? What happened?”
“Nothing.”
Julian ran kisses along Brodie’s jaw, his high cheekbone where the salty drop had come to a halt. He kissed it too, tasting it off his lips. “Tell me.”
Slowly Brodie moved his head so they could see one another’s eyes. The expression on Brodie’s face made the breath catch in Julian’s throat. Brodie didn’t have to say it. Julian could read it so clearly. “Don’t worry.”
A sad smile curled the edges of Brodie’s lips.
“I mean it.” Julian hugged him, wriggling playfully on Brodie’s soft cock.
“Don’t you have to get going?”
It was a dry comment, but it cut deep. Julian lowered his eyes. “Eight days.” He sat up, moving to the side of the bed.
“What happens then?” Brodie challenged, “We live happily ever after? A gay couple?”
Julian shrugged. “I suppose that’s up for debate.”
Brodie reached out for him, sitting upright next to him. Julian held him against his chest. “Why do you worry yourself? We’re still on a stinking ship. Don’t do this now. Look, at least we live close to each other. I mean, you’re not Canadian.”
Feeling Brodie nod, Julian parted from their hug. “I do have to go. I know she’ll rip me a new one.”
“I know.”
Julian stood, looking down at his body. “Geez, I need a shower, I have to smell like sex.”
“Go. Rinse.”
“You mind?”
“No.”
“Wanna join me?”
Smiling, Brodie shook his head. “It’ll take too long. You just go.”
His grin falling to a pout, Julian nodded, stepping into the bathroom.
~
Hearing the water run, Brodie wiped at his eyes and wondered what was wrong with him. Why was he becoming so emotional? He’d never reacted this way with a woman. Never. He never told a woman he loved her either. The urge to say those three dreaded words to Julian was overwhelming him. “I’m such an idiot.” He hated the fact that this wasn’t just some fling, some experiment. The entire idea of doing the “gay thing” from now on terrified him. It just didn’t fit the image of who he thought he was.
He wanted Julian. There was no question there. Imagine that in your bed every night. Brodie groaned in agony and his cock once again attempted an erection, though he was exhausted. “You’re gay. So what? Lots of guys are.” Brodie argued with his own internal dialogue. What was the big deal?
~
Julian didn’t wet his hair. That would be impossible to explain. Toweling off, he dried himself and wiped the steam off the mirror. His face was red. Taking a closer look, he found a slight rawness where Brodie’s scratchy jaw had roughed him up during their kisses. Was it noticeable? He paused, backing up from his reflection. He could say it was windburn. Yes. That was it.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he spotted Brodie still in the same position on the bed. Quietly, knowing they both felt let down, Julian found his clothing in a pile on the
floor and got dressed. When he was done, he picked up the two used condoms and threw them out. Grabbing his leather jacket, draping it over his arm, he stood next to Brodie by the bed. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Okay. Don’t forget your workout clothes.”
“Shit. Right.” Julian knelt down to pick up the tiny damp pile by the door. “Maybe I can convince her to go clubbing without me tonight.”
“Okay.”
Julian sat down, rubbing his hand over the soft dark hair of Brodie’s leg. “I feel terrible.”
“Don’t. I understand.”
“I won’t touch her. It’s over that way between us.”
Brodie didn’t reply, but his eyes never left Julian’s.
“I mean it.”
“Okay,” Brodie repeated tiredly.
“What are you going to do?”
“Catch a nap.”
“I need one desperately. But I doubt I’ll be that lucky.”
Brodie didn’t answer.
“I’ll see you later.” Julian leaned over and kissed him, noticing the same redness on Brodie’s face. Rubbing his own jaw, Julian whispered, “We need to shave. We look raw from the kissing.”
“Do we?” Brodie touched his upper lip.
“Yes. Windburn, got it?”
He smiled tiredly.
“See ya.”
“See ya.” Julian stood at the door, looking back at Brodie’s beautiful, naked body. Brodie had curled into the pillows, shutting his eyes. Julian lowered his head, and left.
Walking to his cabin, he peeked in. It was vacant. Tossing the damp running clothing on the bed, he hung up his jacket, looking for a note of some kind. There was none. Sighing tiredly, Julian wanted a nap very badly, but figured he owed it to Amelia to look for her first. Having no clue where she would be, he yawned in exhaustion, beginning his search in the salon and shops.
At four o’clock a loud blast of the ship’s horn sounded, letting everyone know they were heading out to sea. Julian looked everywhere. No luck. Dragging his feet, he returned to his room, shut off the lights, and dropped down on the bed, sleeping in an instant.
~
Deep inside a dream, Julian felt something intruding on his slumber. About to say Brodie’s name, the scent of strong floral perfume filled his nostrils. Coming around, he found Amelia next to him on the bed, opening his trousers. “No, babe, I’m exhausted.”
