by GA Hauser
“Bastard!”
Laughing, Brodie pushed himself on the last lap, stopping when they were in front of one of the doors. Bent over hands on knees, he gulped for oxygen loudly.
Julian dropped to his back, holding his chest as it rose and fell like a bellows. “You suck.”
“You didn’t have to keep up.”
“Yeah, right.”
Using his shirt to wipe his face, Brodie peeked down to see Julian staring, licking his lips. “Come on, Mr. Richards. Let’s get you packed and into my domain.”
Julian reached for his outstretched hand, allowing Brodie to haul him to his feet. “She may still be doing that exact thing. Let’s give it ‘til after lunch.”
“Okay. You want to stop there for some clean clothing.”
“Yeah, okay.” Julian held open the door for them to enter the hallway. “We’re supposed to see Glacier Bay today.”
“That’s right. That should be cool.”
“Cool?” Julian raised an eyebrow.
“No pun intended.” Brodie chuckled under his breath. They walked down the staircase to the main deck. Brodie followed Julian to his room, intending on waiting outside for him to collect his things.
Julian paused before he inserted his key.
“What?” Brodie asked, wiping at the sweat that continued to pour off him as he cooled off.
“What will I say if she sees you?”
“I don’t know. That we run together?”
“Yeah, but why am I taking clean clothes with me?”
Glaring at him, Brodie spun on his heels. “See ya later.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Julian shouted after him.
Waving as he walked, Brodie dragged the edge of his shirt over his face again. Was it that bad? Admitting they were friends? Friends with benefits?
Pushing his key into the slot, Brodie found the room cleaned up, a paper had been pushed under the door. Informal dinner tonight, casino night, the nightclub show was songs from the 50s and 60s. He set the sheet of paper on the dresser, tossing his key on top of it. Pausing, looking in the mirror, Brodie found his hair stuck to his face from his perspiration. His five o’clock shadow was dark on his jaw, his eyes seemed to laser back at him with a look of anger. “Come out with me, Julian,” he hissed. “Come out onboard. Let’s show the passengers we’re not afraid.” But even as he told his reflection that command, he shivered in doubt and fear. “How humiliating. Why? Why is it embarrassing?” he demanded to know that answer, but his reflection wasn’t talking at the moment. A knock echoed through the tiny cabin. Brodie jumped to open the door. Sweaty, delicious Julian was there, his clothing in his arms. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Brodie swung the door wider, letting him pass. Julian set his clean things down. “We need to push them together.” He pointed to the separate twin beds.
“We do.” Brodie let the door close on its own, locking it.
“So? Shower?” Julian rubbed his hands together.
“Yes. Shower.” Brodie smiled sweetly at him.
Yanking the damp shirt over his head, Brodie started the water running in the shower stall. Glancing over his shoulder he noticed Julian stripping off his clothing, piling it on the floor.
“Do they have a washer and dryer onboard?” Julian asked.
“I think they do it for you. Just stuff it in a bag and leave it by the door. Something like that.”
“Really?”
Brodie stepped out of his shorts and into the hot water. Julian followed, waiting, arms crossed over his chest as Brodie wet down. They were quiet. Strangely quiet.
Too many thoughts were going through Brodie’s head. Okay, now what? We have free rein to be ourselves, we can sleep together, dine together, have unlimited guilt free sex. What’s really going on? But he already knew the answer to the question. Fear. Labeling. Reality. It was one thing to sneak, hide, have sex in the dark, and another to come out, look like a gay couple, have everyone see them together to make assumptions and answer their curious questions if asked. Yes, we’re together. He knew immediately Glenda and Marlene would suspect it. Or would they? Julian would move from his assigned seat at his dining table, where he was coupled with a beautiful woman, to sit where? With him? “Christ.”
“What?” Julian seemed to wake out of his daydream, shampooing his hair.
“Nothing.” Brodie rinsed off, finished in the shower. He opened the door, grabbed a towel and stepped out.
“Brodie? What’s going on?”
Wrapping the white terrycloth around his hips, Brodie wiped at the foggy mirror preparing to shave. A minute later the water stopped and Julian pushed back the sliding door. Another burst of steam filled the room and coated the mirror. Brodie swiped at the glass again, trying to see as he shaved.
“You suddenly turn off to me as well?”
“No.” Brodie ran the razor under his jaw in swift confident strokes.
Julian stepped out, wiping his back with a towel. “What then? We were both naked in the shower. You didn’t so much as make eye contact with me. Am I imagining this, or did something happen I should know about?”
Exhaling, lowering the razor to the sink, Brodie had no idea how to answer him.
Julian rubbed Brodie’s damp back with a warm hand. “Brodie. Please.”
Regaining his composure, Brodie shaved his top lip. Once he had finished, he rinsed the razor in the sink. “So? We’re a couple now?”
Silence.
Brodie splashed his face, washing off the rest of the shave cream. “Dining together, socializing together, sharing a room.”
“Uh, isn’t that what we were after?”
Using his towel to wipe his chin, Brodie faced him. The sadness in Julian’s eyes crushed him. Draping the towel over his shoulder, Brodie reached out to hold Julian. “Will it mean to everyone on the ship that we’re a couple? A gay couple?”
“No. Why would they assume that? Can’t guys be friends?”
“If you were at a table, all couples, one dude. And suddenly a second man sits with him every night, on a cruise boat, what would you think?”
Julian turned his eyes away, as if he were considering that question very seriously.
“I know what I would think.”
“Do we care? We’ll never see these people again. And I don’t really give a shit about Amelia. She’d never believe it for a minute anyway.”
It was back in his court now. Did he care? Brodie didn’t know. “So, you’re okay if people whisper behind our backs that we may be a gay couple?”
Julian twisted out of Brodie’s grasp, storming out of the tiny bathroom.
It wasn’t the reaction he expected. Racing after him, Brodie paused when he found Julian dressing, obviously angry.
“I’ll stay in my own fucking room.”
“No.” Brodie stopped him. “No. I don’t want that. That’s not an option.”
Julian threw his shirt onto the bed in a huff. “I can’t tell you how you should feel, Brodie. If you can’t do it, you can’t. I get it.”
Brodie felt torn in half. Why did it come easy for Paden and Tim? They did it. They survived.
“You cut yourself, you dork,” Julian reached up to touch Brodie’s chin. At the contact, Brodie embraced him, wrapping around him. “I’m sorry. I’m just fucking nervous, that’s all.”
Holding him tight, Julian sighed, “You don’t think I am? My luck Amelia will jump right to that conclusion and call my mother and tell her.”
Brodie crushed Julian in his arms, closing his eyes and pressing against his neck and wet hair, wanting to find strength in their bond. “Who gives a shit, right? It’s what we want that matters.”
“We should feel that way, yes.”
Brodie set back to see Julian’s eyes. Kissing him, contacting his mouth and tongue, Brodie began to feel the power of the attraction connecting them, urging them to unite as one. Sucking deeply at Julian’s mouth, his hands smoothing down Julian’s silky skin of his back to his jea
ns, Brodie dug hungrily into the waistband of those jeans. Julian unzipped them, tugging them partway down his hips. As the jeans loosened, Brodie cupped both of Julian’s bare ass cheeks in his palms. Molding them, running in circles around them, Brodie moaned, shifting their position so they could fall back onto one of the beds. Once Julian was horizontal, Brodie tugged off his jeans.
“I didn’t shave yet,” Julian whispered between kisses.
“I don’t care.” Brodie sucked at his lips, his tongue, feeling that sandpaper grit.
“Brodie…when we do this, I don’t give a crap who knows.”
“I know. I feel the same.” Brodie ran his hands down Julian’s muscular sides to his pelvis, sneaking his hands between them to touch Julian’s cock with his fingertips. In the process he felt his own, resting beside Julian’s. Straddling Julian’s thighs, Brodie pressed his cock to drop between Julian’s legs, rubbing under his balls. “I want in.”
“Where’s the lube?”
Instantly Brodie spun around to the nightstand, reaching blindly inside. Tossing the two items he needed next to them, he dragged Julian to the edge of the bed, pushing back his knees to expose his ass. His eyes glued to the sight of Julian’s engorged cock, tight sack, and anus, Brodie began panting in excitement. Tearing open a condom with his teeth, he rolled it on, trying not to tremble at the anticipation. Coating himself with lube, pushing his finger into Julian eagerly, Brodie loved the moan of pleasure Julian made on contact. “Christ, you have any idea how much I love you?”
Julian chuckled, “You love me more when you’re staring at my ass.”
Trying not to laugh, Brodie replied, “Shut up.” He pushed the tip of his cock in and felt a chill pass over his body length. Julian held onto his legs, keeping them high and straddled. Standing on the floor in front of him, Brodie rode him, deep and slow. His teeth clenched and his eyes shut involuntarily as the climb to an orgasm began. Quickening his thrusts, feeling his balls slap Julian’s body, Brodie forced his eyes open, looked down at the expression of bliss on Julian’s face and came, opening his mouth to grunt like an animal at the strength of the climax. Waiting until the last tremor subsided, Brodie pulled out, staring down at his cock as it bobbed gently. “Christ, I’m so hard I can’t pull this thing off.”
“You’re hard and big.”
Trying to catch his breath, Brodie said, “Thanks, that’s a compliment no matter how you interpret it.”
“My pleasure.”
Finally getting the stubborn thing off, Brodie dropped it to the floor, replying, “No, this is for your pleasure.” He crouched down, taking Julian’s cock into his mouth.
~
Julian released his grasp on his legs, letting them settle in a gentle straddle, his feet on the edge of the bed. Closing his eyes, he rested his hand on his chest, feeling his own heartbeat pounding like thunder beneath it. Brodie’s tongue was going wild under the head of his cock, sending shockwaves throughout his body. Every flick of the tip of his tongue made Julian’s hips flinch, dying to thrust up and in. When that hot tongue moved to lick his balls, Julian almost cried. “Don’t stop.”
“I want you to wait.”
“Why?” Julian whimpered.
“It’ll make it more intense.”
“I already waited for you to come.”
Brodie pushed Julian’s hand away as he sought to grip his own dick. Julian shook his head in protest, closing his eyes as Brodie sucked one of his testicles into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. Julian loved it, but it was exquisite agony. Leaning up, watching Brodie’s expression as he licked the base of his cock, Julian placed his hands behind his head so he could have a better view. Witnessing Brodie in action, seeing the joy he took in what he was doing was worth the wait. Just as Brodie made his way back to the tip of his penis again, Brodie opened his eyes. The electric blue color made Julian’s breath catch in his throat. “Holy Christ.”
Brodie’s lips curled to a wicked smile. Moving Julian’s cock toward his mouth, he licked the glistening drop that emerged from the tip, pushing his tongue into the slit. Julian dropped his hands to his sides, groaned in anguish and let his head fall back on the bed. When the contact stopped again, Julian was about to scream about the torture until he found Brodie sliding a rubber on him. “Sit up.” Julian obeyed Brodie’s command. Once Brodie had coated Julian with lubrication, he knelt, straddling Julian’s lap, impaling himself. Getting over the shock of the penetration, Julian lost himself completely until Brodie reached for his hands, placing them on his re-hardened cock. The minute Julian had a good grasp, Brodie rode Julian’s dick up and down. Blinking, amazed at Brodie’s ingenuity and talent, he gasped as his body began to shiver with chills. Almost forgetting to move his hands, Julian felt Brodie helping him, gripping over his to pump it in the right direction. As if coming into focus, Julian took over, jerking Brodie’s cock with more force.
“That’s it,” Brodie hissed.
“I’m close.” Julian closed his eyes, humping him, getting deeper.
“Faster,” Brodie breathed.
Julian sped up his hand. As he did, the climax rushed over him like a tidal wave. He grunted in pleasure and his hand dripped with come. Sliding over that sticky head a few times first, Julian dropped back to the mattress in exhaustion.
~
Brodie disengaged himself from Julian’s hips. When he looked, Brodie found a very demonic grin on Julian’s face. Pausing to watch him, he blinked in awe as Julian licked the come from his fingers. In excitement, Brodie dove on top of him, grabbing his jaw and sucking at his lips. “I love you, you gorgeous mother fucker.”
“Mr. Duncan, you said a mouthful.” Julian laughed wearily.
Digging his arms underneath Julian’s back, Brodie squeezed him as tight as he could, closing his eyes and savoring the warmth of the emotion they shared. He’d never felt anything like it before in his life.
Chapter Nine
Glacier Bay appeared off the stern of the ship. Dressed warmly in their jackets and jeans, Brodie moved to the rail to get a closer look. A mass of people were photographing and videotaping the sight. An ice floe,, aqua blue in color, had oozed its way between two mountainsides. It was thick, slick and appeared ancient, as if it were as old as the earth under it.
Stuffing his cold hands into his pockets, Brodie leaned against Julian. “It’s really amazing.”
“I know. Someone said if a chunk falls off into the sea it’s called calving. How weird is that?”
“No. Really?”
Julian shrugged. “I thought that’s what I heard.”
“I thought with this global warming, chunks were supposedly falling off all over.”
“It’s not the arctic, Brodie, maybe it doesn’t happen here.”
“Weren’t there supposed to be whales here too?”
“I really have no clue. I feel like I’ve been preoccupied.”
Brodie caught his wink. “Ya think?”
“Duh!” Julian laughed. “Too much sex has turned me into an idiot.”
“You losing brain cells in that delicious sperm of yours?”
“Shh! You dirty boy!” Julian looked around them.
“You have no idea.”
“Yeah?” Julian’s interest perked up. “Got a kinky streak in you? Mr. Mild Mannered Microsoftman?”
“That’s for you to find out.” Brodie grinned wickedly.
“Christ, either you’re giving me the chills, or it’s freezing out here.” Julian hopped up and down.
“Both, hopefully.” Brodie looked back at the glacier as they drew closer. “Shouldn’t there be penguins on it?”
“I have no clue.”
“You’d think someone would tell us something about it.”
“They did mention some naturalist was going to be here. I can’t recall. My brain is fried from too much sex.”
Brodie started laughing. “Is that your new excuse for everything?”
“Yes. Why? Doesn’t it work for you?”
“Brodie!”
They turned around to see Glenda and Marlene waving at them. Brodie asked, “Should we mention you’ll be at our table tonight?”
“Shit. I don’t know.”
The women rushed up to them excitedly. “Isn’t it cool!” Marlene shouted, a camera in her hand.
“Cool!” Brodie rubbed his hands together. “It’s freezing.”
“I didn’t mean that. Hi, Julian.”
“You remembered my name.” Julian smiled.
“Of course!”
Glenda held up her camera lens at them. “Can I take one of you guys in front of the glacier?”
Brodie was about to nod agreeably when Julian gripped him around the shoulder and pulled him tight to his body.
“Say cheese!” Glenda giggled, just as Marlene took the same shot.
“Got it!”
“You want me to take one of you two?” Brodie offered.
Glenda handed him her camera. As he looked down at it to figure out how it worked, Marlene asked Julian to do the same for her.
The women stood side by side, smiles plastered on their faces. “Say cheese,” Brodie sang, clicking the shutter. Hearing Julian mumbling, “How do I work this thing?” Brodie leaned over to have a look. “Push that button once you find them in that screen.”
“Oh, duh.”
Out of the corner of his mouth, Brodie whispered, “Too much sex, I know.”
Trying not to laugh, Julian yelled, “Hang on! Almost there! Smile!” He took the picture, looking down at the frozen frame.
The women ran over to take a peek. “Oh, that’s nice.” Marlene showed Glenda. “Look, here’s the one I took of you guys.” She handed the camera to Brodie.
Brodie paused, taking the tiny camera to inspect. There, on the miniature monitor was he and his gorgeous lover, together. “Wow.”
Julian connected to him to see it over his shoulder. “That is nice.”
“I can email you a copy, if you give me your email address.”
“Yes. Thank you.” Brodie handed her back her camera. “Tonight at dinner. Remind me.”
Glenda showed them her copy, not wanting to be left out. “I can send you this one as well.”
