by GA Hauser
“No.”
Julian shrugged. “She’s registered to my room, my credit card.”
“Go to the reception desk and change it. That’s unfair.”
“I don’t know how much damage she can do. Maybe I should just leave it.” Julian suddenly remembered her spending spree on the casino. “On second thought…”
Brodie leaned closer to him. “She’ll nail you. Spite is a nasty thing when you’re dealing with the opposite sex.”
“I should find her and ask her about it. I was hoping Harry had some pride and would insist he buy her what she needs.”
“Don’t count on it, babe.” Brodie took another sip of his drink. “Does that Harry have a really big head, or am I just imagining it.”
Julian chuckled. “No. He has a big head. I wonder if he can find a hat to fit it. Anyway, is it a formal dinner tonight?”
“No. It was formal last night. They can’t do it every night.”
Julian nodded, dazing off again. After a quiet moment, Brodie got his attention, pointing to the entrance. Amelia and Harry had entered the dim lounge.
“Now’s your chance to see if she’s milking you,” Brodie whispered.
“Shit.” Julian dreaded any contact with her at all.
She noticed him as she drew closer to the bar. Immediately she rolled her eyes.
Julian set his mug down on the table, as if he needed his hands free to defend himself.
“You know,” she sneered, “if you guys keep hanging around together, people will really think you are queer.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Julian noticed Brodie stiffen in anger. “Uh, Amelia.” He stood up. “Can I have a word with you?” Julian looked at Harry as the new beau curled his lip.
“If you want to get back together, the answer is no.” She grinned with superiority, glancing back at Harry.
“Uh, no. It’s about my credit card.”
“What about it?” She took up a posture of defense.
“You’re not still signing your spending to our room, are you?” Julian caught Harry’s eye, trying to convey something to him as well.
“Screw you, Julian. You owe me.”
“I owe you?” Julian touched his chest.
“That’s rich,” Brodie laughed sadly.
“Why do I owe you, Amelia?” Julian tried to keep calm. “If I recall, you told me you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”
“That was after your speech on us not having anything in common.”
“Wait a minute,” Brodie shouted.
Julian held out his hand to keep him quiet. “Amelia, can we speak in private?”
“I don’t know what you have to say to me that Harry can’t hear. Right, Harry?”
The silent, unusual looking man glared at Julian with homicidal intent. “She doesn’t hide anything from me.”
“Then I’m sure you won’t mind paying her way from now on.” Julian put his hands on his hips.
“She said she insisted she pay.” Harry tilted his large head at her.
“It’s my credit card. She’s not paying. I am.”
“Julian,” Brodie prompted, “just go to the reception desk and straighten it out.”
Amelia bristled. “Why does he care, Julian? Are you two really together now?”
“That’s not the point here, Amelia.” Julian felt a nervous pang in his gut.
“You mean you’re not just trying to jerk my chain to piss me off about leaving you?” She gasped. “You’re really gay?”
Julian felt ill, as if he needed to sit down.
“Your mother is going to kill you.” Amelia shook her head. “Does she know?” Before Julian could answer, Amelia sneered, “No, I bet she doesn’t know what you’ve been doing onboard. You told me you weren’t going to use your cell phone or the computer while we were on vacation. Man, I can’t wait to inform her she’s got a queer son.”
“Don’t you dare, Amelia.” Julian’s knees grew weak.
“How about this? I use your credit card, and I don’t tell your mommy.”
Brodie jumped to his feet, approaching them, steam pouring out of his ears. “You blackmailing bitch.”
She gave Brodie a good once over. “I thought you were cute. Now you make me sick.”
“I’m going to punch her,” Brodie snarled.
Growing dizzy with the anxiety, Julian grabbed Amelia’s arm, bringing her away from Harry and Brodie.
“Don’t touch me, you nasty faggot. I can’t believe I had sex with you. Now I need a fucking AIDS test.” She recoiled.
Imagining strangling her, Julian peeked back at Brodie quickly. He was arguing with Harry, but Julian couldn’t hear what they were saying. “Amelia. Be rational. First of all, we always used protection, okay?” Julian felt his heart in his throat. “And,” he made sure she was looking at him, “Brodie is the first man I’ve ever been with.”
“Then you are having sex with him?” she gasped loudly. “Ew!”
“Shut up!” Julian was struggling to keep his voice down. Some of the passengers were beginning to take notice. “Listen to me. I will not be manipulated by your threats. Okay? First of all, stop using my money. We’re not together any longer. And even you know that’s not right. You’re far from poor, Amelia, and I’m sure your new boyfriend would be happy to pay for anything you need.” Before she interrupted he added, “And about telling my family about me, you wouldn’t be that cruel.”
A cold expression washed over her face. “How do you think I feel, huh, Julian? My ex-boyfriend turned gay on me.”
“It didn’t happen that way. You left me. Why are you turning this on me? You asked to move out. You spent a night with him before we broke up. Why is this now about me?”
“Because homosexuals make me sick.”
“Since when?” he challenged. “You work with gay men in the bank. You never even flinched.”
“I can’t. It’s not politically correct.” She rolled her eyes.
“I won’t let you hurt me. Not financially, nor emotionally. You made a clean break with me, Amelia. Your decision. Don’t act as if you have an ax to grind.”
“What if I didn’t find Harry? You probably have been seeing that faggot behind my back. All your talk about nothing in common? I bet it was just so you could sneak away and suck his cock.”
Hating the reality of that, and the expression of revulsion on her face, Julian bit his lip on more fury. A glimpse at Brodie and he could see by his body language their debate was heating up as well. Inhaling, calming himself forcefully, Julian threw up his hands in defeat. “Fine. How much are you going to blow?”
Looking satisfied, Amelia replied, “Only a thousand or so.”
“Fine.” Julian wanted to smack her.
“Good. Nice doing business with you.”
As she walked away, Julian rubbed his face in agony.
~
“You moron,” Brodie snarled at Harry, “join the fucking twenty-first century.”
Harry retorted, “It’s in the Bible, asshole. Your kind are damned.”
Brodie noticed Amelia returning, hooking Harry’s arm. “Come on, Harry, I can’t stand the sight of these guys.”
Giving Brodie a last sneer, Harry turned his back on him and escorted Amelia away.
Brodie hurried to where Julian was standing. “What happened?”
“This sucks, big time.” Julian rubbed at his eyes.
“Sit down.” Brodie touched his arm, indicating their chairs.
Dropping down on his, Julian reached to finish his coffee.
As he waited, Brodie knew it wasn’t going to be good news. “You let the bitch blackmail you, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Julian replaced the mug on the table.
“Why?”
“Because I’m shitting a brick she’ll call my mother, okay?”
Holding up his hands at the venting hostility, Brodie shook his head. “Don’t take it out on me.”
“I’m sorry.”
Chewing on his lip in frustration, Brodie wanted to scream. Instead, he rose up, walked to the bar, ordering two shots of tequila, it always worked in the past. After he signed for them, he returned to his seat. A second later the waitress brought over the order, two limes accompanying it. Brodie thanked her. He handed Julian a lime, and a glass. In sync, they sucked down the shot and gnawed the lime. Julian coughed, shaking his head at the sting.
Brodie tossed the rind and empty glass back on the table. “Another?”
“No. Not yet. I’ve already got a good start from the whiskey.”
“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.” Brodie stood up.
Julian got to his feet, head down, following him.
There was a simple solution. All Julian had to do was tell his parents first. Maybe that isn’t so simple after all.
Though Brodie suggested they leave the lounge, he didn’t know where to go. Checking his watch, seeing it was only four and dinner wouldn’t be served until six, he instinctively led them to his cabin. It was quiet, dark, and private. When he stood before his door, sliding in the key, he looked over his shoulder. Either Julian was beginning to feel the effects of the booze, or he was brooding. Or both.
Tossing the white card down on the dresser, Brodie kicked off his shoes and reclined on the bed. A frown plastered on his face, Julian disappeared into the bathroom. Brodie heard his stream hitting the water. It made him feel the urge. Standing with an effort, Brodie stood at the door as Julian finished.
“Don’t flush, I’ve got to go.”
Julian peered over his shoulder, moving to the sink to wash his hands.
Brodie yanked down his zipper, relieving himself. After giving it a shake, he tucked himself in, but didn’t zip his jeans. As Julian left the bathroom, Brodie washed his hands and face, trying not to look into his own eyes. He knew he was reflecting Julian’s dower mood. Returning to the bed, he found Julian lying on it, his back facing him. Brodie imagined taking off his jeans and getting under the blankets for a nap. Not wanting to disturb Julian, he climbed behind him, spooning him, hugging him tight.
Without intending on initiating sex, longing for a nap, Brodie felt his body respond regardless of his plan. His cock was inching its way out of his open zipper as it hardened. Trying to ignore it, shutting his eyes, Brodie inhaled deeply. The scent of Julian’s hair, his skin, and his cologne made his skin tingle. Oh, this is so useless! He was helpless to control his attraction. Leave the man alone for five minutes.
Knowing part of the problem was his contact against Julian’s back, Brodie lay flat, staring at the ceiling. Last minute before he closed his eyes, he reached for that switch on the headboard. The room went black. In the pitch darkness Brodie heard the hum of the massive ship’s engine, felt the sway of the waves under them. Julian rolled over, towards him, his arm lay across Brodie’s chest. Julian’s face pressed against his hair and neck. Blinking his eyes open, Brodie’s cock twitched in excitement. Just being next to this man drove him insane. He was insatiable, constantly craving to suck him, touch him. It was madness. He wondered if it was like heroin addiction, chronic withdrawals and intense craving.
Julian sighed, or yawned, Brodie couldn’t hear it too well over that loud rumbling hum. In a sleepy, casual way, Julian rubbed his palm against Brodie’s chest, as if he was comforting himself that Brodie was there with him. Slowly Brodie moved his own hand, touching his exposed cock. Imagining jerking off, Brodie wondered if he had lost his mind. Couldn’t he wait? Surely when they woke up from their nap they would fool around.
But Julian felt so good. Smelled divine. That wandering hand of Julian’s was definitely moving south in the darkness. Very soon Brodie’s secret would be discovered.
~
Julian savored the comfort of Brodie’s body. Though his mind gave him no rest from the episode with Amelia in the lounge, Julian tried to sleep. A nap before dinner would be perfect. The buzz from the alcohol made him drowsy. Humming to himself contentedly at the feel of Brodie’s muscled chest, his narrow waist, Julian blinked his eyes wide as he ran into Brodie’s hand. And it was holding his cock. Even though it was completely dark in the room, Julian leaned up, trying to make out what was happening. If he could, it was with a picture in his mind, because there was no light in the cabin. Using his fingertips, like reading Braille, he got a good sense of exactly what was going on. Smiling, Julian pushed Brodie’s shirt high on his chest, fingering his way up to Brodie’s nipple and back down to the head of his cock, knocking into it gently as Brodie held it tight.
Taking his time, pinching Brodie’s nipples until they were erect like his dick, Julian made his way to one to lick. Above that hum of the engine, Julian heard Brodie’s masculine sigh. Running his tongue over it, imagining what it looked like, Julian closed his eyes to allow his working senses to take over. Once he had gnawed that nipple to his heart’s content, another impulse drew him away.
Sliding his cheek along Brodie’s warm skin, down his sternum, belly button, toward his pubic hair, Julian ran face first into the spongy head of Brodie’s cock. Nudging Brodie’s hand away from it, Julian replaced it with his own. His eyes still closed, he moved that erection so the tip brushed over his dry lips. A drop oozed out of it moistening them. He licked at the taste of it, moving to push the head of Brodie’s cock inside his mouth. Instantly Brodie stiffened his back. Julian was amazed how he could sense every muscle of Brodie’s body contract, even without the lights on. Resting his cheek on Brodie’s belly, Julian raced his tongue around that mushroom shaped head, always ending up at the slit to lap at the juices. Brodie’s hand found Julian’s hair, massaging his scalp through it. It felt so relaxing Julian almost forgot what he was doing. But not quite.
Sinking down, taking Brodie’s cock deeper into his mouth, Julian hummed with the ship’s engine, deep and low. It made Brodie raise his hips off the bed. Smiling, even with his mouth full, Julian pushed down until his lips met Brodie’s pelvis. He had Brodie’s entire cock enveloped in his mouth. A rapid pulse raced over it. Sliding it back out, Julian pushed at those tight jeans. Instantly, Brodie wrestled them down his hips. The moment Brodie’s balls were exposed, Julian went for them, kneading them softly in his left hand. Over the rumbling noise, Julian heard Brodie’s groan, felt his legs go tense. You always make me wait. What’s the rush?
Throating Brodie’s cock again, holding it there while he ran his tongue up and down its slick length rapidly, Julian felt Brodie writhe under him. Withdrawing, licking up and down the sides of Brodie’s erection, mostly underneath to the head, Julian wondered if he could do this for an hour. It was soothing yet extremely stimulating. His own cock had grown hard down the side of his pant leg, and twitched and throbbed every time Brodie moaned, or elevated his hips from his pleasure.
Julian toyed gently with Brodie’s wet dick, snuffling at Brodie’s balls, rubbing his face into them,. Again that whimpering moan emerged, hips pushing off the bed and into his palm, as if the urge was too strong to keep putting off. Julian knew it. Yes. The agony and the ecstasy. Brodie had taught him well.
Sitting up in the pitch blackness, Julian gripped Brodie’s jeans and tugged. Down they came. Feeling and hearing Brodie stepping out of them, Julian reached out to touch Brodie’s long, hairy legs. They spread as wide as they could with Julian next to him. Julian took off his shirt, kicking off his slacks, pushing everything over the side of the mattress. It seemed Brodie knew what he was doing because he sat up, taking off his shirt until they were both naked. As if making sure, Julian felt Brodie’s hands reaching out, feeling his skin. In that deep darkness, Julian heard Brodie’s deep breathy voice, “Julian…”
It was filled with so much passion and craving, it made Julian’s skin run with chills. Without a verbal reply, Julian maneuvered himself between those large quadriceps. Once he had made himself comfortable, he leaned up to get that cooling wet dick back into his hot mouth. As he did, Brodie groaned loudly and gripped Julian’s hair in his fists. Brodie had waited long e
nough. Julian wanted to taste him now. No more teasing. Resting on Brodie’s leg, Julian gripped the base of Brodie’s cock tightly, and sucked like he meant it. His hips came alive, pumping, his muscles twitching and clenching.
Keeping a steady pace up and down, biting tight with his lip-covered teeth, Julian went after those testicles again, grabbing them in his palm, rubbing underneath them until he felt them tighten. Adding the movement of his hand on the base of Brodie’s cock in harmony with his mouth, Julian knew it only would take one last touch. Pushing his finger against Brodie’s ass, he felt him explode. A rushing of pulsating waves possessed Brodie’s body as he shot into Julian’s mouth. A loud, erotic cry of desire echoed in the cave-like room.
~
Brodie heard his own voice coming back to his ears. It sounded like an animal in heat. It was!
“Ah…ah…” Brodie continued to groan as the aftershocks rocked him to the core. He couldn’t see a thing, but he didn’t have to. “Julian! Julian…” he gasped. Nothing could express the feelings, the experience of intense affection coupled with outstanding sexual gratification. It was indescribable.
“I’m here, baby.”
Grasping for him, trying to orient himself in his blindness, Brodie managed to find Julian sitting up next to him. Grabbing his arms, Brodie pushed him down, lying on top of him, squirming on his hot body, finally managing to pin down his mouth. His body still rock hard, Brodie sucked wildly at Julian’s tongue, touching him all over at once in the dark. “I love you. Holy Christ, I love you so much.”
Julian’s deep gentle chuckle floated in the air. “You love the way I suck your cock.”
“Yes! Are you kidding me?” Brodie laughed with him. Running kisses all over Julian’s face, cupping his jaw, Brodie kept crooning, “I adore you, adore you…”
Feeling Julian relax, Brodie slowed down his enthusiastic reaction from his amazing orgasm, and grew more passionate, wanting to reciprocate. “What do you want? Name it.”
“To nap.”
“Are you sure? You’re hard as a rock.” Brodie ran his hand along Julian’s cock.
