by GA Hauser
Julian bit his lip, knowing Amelia was determined on breaking him financially as well as emotionally.
“We can. Would you like us to send her a note, advising her that she can no longer use the room number?”
“I don’t know which room she’s staying in, Brodie.”
“She’s with a guy with a big head named Harry and his Polish family.” Brodie leaned over the desk, as if he wanted to see some kind of list.
“Do you know their last name?”
Julian and Brodie exchanged helpless looks. “Forget it, Brodie.”
“No. It’s not fair, Julian. I’m not going to let her go on some sort of spending spree at your expense.”
The attendant sighed. “Well, that is a problem. If we can’t advise her, or notify her to come here and register her own card, there’s really no way we can stop it. The hotel employees will just allow her to sign. I’m sorry.”
“Brodie, we tried.” Julian touched his arm.
“This sucks! What’s she done so far? What’s his balance?”
The man asked for Julian’s room number. Julian supplied it, waiting in suspense.
“The current balance is nine hundred seventy-five dollars and fifty-three cents.”
“Ouch.” Brodie cringed.
“Come on.” Julian urged him to walk away. As they left, Julian said, “I did it to myself, Brodie. I invited her. I paid her way. Forget it.”
A deep, disapproving growl came from Brodie’s throat.
“Where are we going? It’s only eight.” Julian paused, looking out a window on the black ocean.
“What’s the show tonight?”
“I don’t know.” Julian’s focus changed from the sea to the reflection. Brodie’s silhouette outlined behind him. He stepped back, connecting them.
Brodie wrapped his arms around him, swaying with the movement of the ship.
Leaning back, enjoying the nuzzling of Brodie’s mouth to his ear, Julian sighed.
“You want to screw around?”
Julian smiled dreamily. “We have all night.”
“So?”
A hard cock rubbed against his ass.
Someone passed behind them. Julian almost pushed Brodie back in reflex. Reconsidering, he ignored them as they walked by. So what? Who cares? He relaxed in Brodie’s arms, his eyes blurring at their image in the glass.
“Want to dance at a club?”
“Are you joking?” Julian laughed softly.
“Sort of.”
Smiling, Julian replied, “I’m not much of a boogier. I don’t do disco. It was one of Amelia’s complaints.”
“I’m thinking slow dancing.” Brodie began moving them side to side.
“In public? No. In our room? Yes.”
“Okay,” Brodie said as he spun Julian to face him. “Dance, then a swim, then the chocolate extravaganza?”
“Okay.” Julian held his hand as Brodie escorted him to the main deck and their little hideaway.
~
Brodie was growing weary. It was after eleven and swimming in the indoor pool was more challenging than he anticipated. They were at sea and the water in the pool rode up and down with the waves. It was entertaining at first, but soon became exhausting trying to fight being tossed out of the water. They had showered and changed back at the room. Taking a look at Julian, seeing the same tired expression on his face, Brodie asked, “You want to skip the chocolate thing?”
Julian met his gaze. “Up to you. We don’t have to stay long.”
Tucking in his shirt, Brodie replied, “All right, since we’re showered and dressed, let’s just go look at what they’ve got.”
“I really don’t feel like stuffing myself this late.”
“No. I know. Come on, five minutes.” Brodie opened the door.
The halls were vacant at that late hour, but as they headed to the lounge level and casino they could hear the night owls at it. The clubs were still hopping as the younger set was spinning their heels on the dance floors and the older passengers sipped bourbon in the supper club and played poker and roulette.
Brodie pointed to a sign signaling the location of the chocolate event. A buffet was on display like artwork along the counter where their lunch meal was usually served. “Wow.” Brodie took in the delights visually.
“Yes.” Julian picked up a refrigerated plate, handing it to him. “I changed my mind. This was a good idea.”
Laughing, Brodie took the dish and began selecting from the delicacies. “Maybe we should run tomorrow after all.”
“I know.”
Truffles, tortes, chocolate fondue, it was so overindulgent it was sickening. Brodie stopped himself from being too greedy. Pausing at the end of the line, he looked around for a table. Suddenly he realized the room was ninety percent female. For some reason it made him blush.
“Right,” Julian met him, “where to?”
“How about that table?” Brodie pointed to one near the dark windows.
“Fine.”
After they relaxed, Brodie whispered, “You were right. This chocolate thing is definitely a woman’s party.”
Julian took a look around. “There are some men here.”
“One, two…” Brodie counted.
“Who cares?” Julian picked up a very large strawberry from his plate. The tip had been dipped in milk chocolate. “Eat this.” Brodie reached out his hand to take it. Julian drew it back. “Uh uh. I feed you.”
Looking around the room in paranoia, Brodie asked, “You sure?”
“Yes. I remember you eating a strawberry in this café when I was still with Amelia. It was really hot.”
Recalling it as well, Brodie leaned over the table. Parting his lips, Brodie felt Julian touch the chocolate to his bottom lip. Brodie opened slightly wider. Like a sex fiend, Julian poked the berry in and out of Brodie’s mouth. Struggling to control his coming laughter, Brodie stretched closer, trying to get near enough to take a bite. His cock went ballistic in his pants, pulsating and twitching like mad.
Obviously entertained with his own antics, Julian kept berry-fucking Brodie’s mouth. Finally Brodie had to turn away to laugh. Shaking his head, he said, “You’ll get us into trouble.”
“You have chocolate on your lips and I want to lick it off.”
“Let’s bring this to our room. I can’t do this here.” Brodie noticed some women staring at them with a little too much interest.
As if the idea was brilliant, Julian rose up, taking his plate with him.
Trying not to look obvious, Brodie scooted Julian out to stand at the elevators. They weren’t alone in their descent, so they kept quiet and behaved. Once they were on the main floor, Brodie hurried up his pace. Opening his door, he tossed the key aside and sat on the bed.
Julian joined him. “Where were we?” He picked up the strawberry, hovering it in front of Brodie’s mouth.
In the privacy of their cabin, Brodie felt less self-conscious. He licked at the chocolate tip, as if it were Julian’s penis.
Julian pushed the juicy berry into Brodie’s mouth, his attention enrapt at the act. Brodie bit it off at the stem, licking his lips. Before he swallowed, he grabbed Julian’s jaw and connected to his mouth. Sucking Julian’s tongue along with the sweet treat, Brodie moaned in pleasure. Swallowing, parting from their kiss, Brodie held up a truffle. He teased it over Julian’s lips. It sent Julian over the edge. Grabbing both plates, Julian slapped them on the nightstand, dove on Brodie, and pinned him to the bed.
As Julian’s hands sought to undress him, Brodie kept pushing the truffle into Julian’s mouth, where he sucked and licked at it like a wild man. Finally enveloping the candy into his mouth, Julian yanked his own clothing off as if he couldn’t do it quickly enough. Naked, feeling hornier than he imagined was humanly possible, Brodie watched as Julian snatched another strawberry from his plate. His chest expanding with his excited breath, Brodie stared in awe as Julian ran the chocolate tip along his cock. Once the chocolate had melted against B
rodie’s hot skin, Julian crushed the berry against Brodie’s nipple, the juice running down his chest.
“Holy Christ,” Brodie gasped as Julian licked at the sweet nectar first, flattening his tongue all over Brodie’s torso where the drops ran in red sticky lines. Sitting up, Julian ate the remainder of the berry, flicking the stem onto the plate.
Brodie glimpsed down at his chocolate covered dick. “You going to clean up the mess you made?”
“Yes.” Julian licked his fingers.
Brodie responded with lightning reflex, taking Julian by the wrist to suck those fingers himself. Starting with his index finger, Brodie drew it into his mouth, closing his eyes. As Brodie gave Julian’s fingers head, Julian did the same to Brodie’s cock.
As the oral sex began, Brodie sucked harder on Julian’s digits, moving from one to the other, shoving Julian’s middle finger deep into his mouth.
~
Julian lapped at the chocolate hungrily. Once he had cleaned him up, he sat back. Wicked thoughts were burning in him. Staring at Brodie’s expression as he paid individual attention to each finger, Julian looked back at those full plates. A chocolate torte was calling to him. Once he could take back his hand from Brodie’s grasp, he picked up the slice of mouse-like pie and held it over Brodie’s crotch.
“What are you going to do with that?” Brodie panted to catch his breath. As if he just caught that satanic expression, Brodie shook his head. “Are you kidding me?”
Julian let out an evil laugh, smashing the thick cold chocolate all over Brodie’s crotch.
Gasping in surprise, Brodie sat up to gape at him. “Are you insane?”
His excitement at such a high level, Julian felt as if he were on drugs, he massaged the rich fudge all over Brodie’s cock and stomach. Using the coating as a lube, Julian pumped his hand over that sticky cock as Brodie gulped for air. Straddling Brodie’s hips, Julian went in for the kill. He began eating that sumptuous dish off Brodie’s body.
~
Brodie had no idea what to do. It was so fucking hot his entire being was primed to explode. The vigor in which Julian was eating him, literally, made Brodie shake with desire. Never in his life had sex been like this. He hadn’t imagined it could be. It certainly took a special bond to do this. To be silly, unabashed, absurd, and certainly creative when it came to sexual arousal and foreplay. Julian was being very diligent in his job. Lapping up every morsel, every drop. Brodie felt his muscles go rigid as lips, tongue, even teeth caressed his crotch with the enthusiasm of an auditioning cheerleader. Julian paused, as if making sure he had devoured every last crumb. Brodie reached out, tugged him close, and began licking the chocolate off Julian’s face. It was Julian’s turn to moan and close his eyes. Brodie lapped at his chin, his upper lip, cleaning all the sugary taste off his skin. Capturing Julian’s arms, Brodie rolled over to lie on top. His turn. Casting a discerning eye on what was left, Brodie cupped a cube of ice cream coated with chocolate, in his palm. As it melted, he dripped it onto Julian’s chest, making a path of drops leading down his body.
Rolling to his side, once Brodie had created that slick line to Julian’s pelvis, he rubbed the rest of the ice cream onto Julian’s cock. Leaning over him, Brodie took long slow licks to follow that road to the ultimate treat.
~
Shivering at the chill from the ice cream, Julian had never done anything like this before. He didn’t even know what possessed him to do it now. Smearing chocolate on someone? Where the hell did that come from?
As Brodie devoured Julian’s ice cream-coated penis, Julian wondered what had come over them. They were two ordinary guys. How on earth did it come to this? This constant desire to keep having sex? He’d become obsessed with Brodie, his taste, his scent. Two testosterone filled bodies craving each other to the point of insanity. That’s what they’d become. He never imagined doing this with another soul. He wasn’t very sexually outgoing usually. He’d do what he had to do, then sleep. It’s what couples did. Isn’t it?
Knocked out of his dream by Brodie’s expert mouth, Julian arched his back as Brodie sucked him to the base. As suddenly as it began, the blow job ceased. Brodie was reaching into the drawer. Julian knew what he was looking for.
In Brodie’s shaking hands, he opened a condom, sliding it on his enormous penis. He squeezed the tube applying a liberal amount.. Julian smiled at Brodie’s eager expression while he licking his lips, chomping at the bit. Julian relaxed as Brodie pushed back his legs, getting into position. As that hot body entered his, Julian hissed a breath between his teeth at the rush. While his head swam at the sensation of penetration, Julian felt Brodie grab his cock and begin pulling with purpose. With the mixture of sensations from his back to his front, intensified by the dynamic foreplay, Julian came. It took nothing he was so primed.
Another deep thrust and he heard that rumbling masculine voice. Julian knew Brodie was there. With his grip still tight on Julian’s dick, Brodie hung his head to recuperate.
Glistening with sweat, Julian caught his breath as Brodie came around from his swoon and disengaged their bodies. Before Julian could say a word, Brodie leaned down to lap at the creamy spatter on Julian’s abdomen.
“Oh. My. God. Brodie Duncan.” He laughed, trying to breathe.
Brodie made sure he licked the tip of Julian’s cock as well, cleaning off the last drip. Sitting back on his heels, Brodie stared at Julian, his face dewy with sweat.
That condom-covered cock still engorged, the end filled with sperm, Julian stared down at it in awe. “I’m glad we went to the chocolate extravaganza.”
As if it was the funniest thing he ever heard, Brodie cracked up, holding his stomach.
“I have never had sex like this in my life, Brodie.”
At the sleepy inflection of his voice, Brodie stopped chuckling long enough to catch his breath. “Neither have I.”
“Unreal. Virtually, unreal.” Julian shook his head.
Chapter Eleven
Having set the alarm for seven thirty, Brodie woke to the noise and slapped the snooze alarm. Snuggling against Julian for another five minutes of sleep, he wrapped around him tighter, using his leg to draw Julian close. The alarm buzzed again.
“Shut up.” Brodie smacked it again.
“Run,” Julian moaned.
“Run,” Brodie agreed. Moaning in agony, Brodie hit the light switch after shielding his eyes. “Argh.”
“Run.” Julian sat up like a robot. “Must run.”
“Argh.” Brodie moved his feet to the floor. “I don’t wanna,” he whined.
“I don’t wanna either,” Julian joined him. “But we gotta. Too much chocolate.”
“Waah,” Brodie cried as he stood, scuffing to the bathroom to pee. Holding the wall as he went to the bathroom, Brodie noticed the boat shifting more than usual. “Geez.” He flushed, standing at the sink to stare at himself. “Whoa!” he grabbed the sink. “Is this boat rocking?”
“Yes!” Julian appeared at the bathroom doorway, slightly wide-eyed. “Christ. My luck I’ll throw up.”
“Why is it so rough?” Brodie tried to stand on his own to brush his teeth. He kept reaching out to the sink to stay upright.
“Uh, I don’t think I want to be on the sports deck when it’s this rough. How the hell are we supposed to run? We’ll fall overboard.”
Spitting out the toothpaste, rinsing his mouth, Brodie held up his finger. “Wait.” He walked to the desk, picking up the phone. “Hello? Reception? Why the heck is the boat shifting side to side like this?”
“Sorry, sir. There’s just a slight rainstorm. We’ll be through it momentarily. No need to worry.”
“Thanks.”
Julian stared at him curiously. “Well?”
“Come back to bed, pretty boy.” Brodie reached out for him. Scrambling back under the covers, Brodie snuggled against him, turning out the light.
“What did they say?”
“It’s raining. Screw that. I’m not getting soaked.”
> “Cool.”
“Go back to sleep.” Brodie sealed his body against Julian’s. “Damn.”
“What?”
“Now I’m horny.”
Julian started to laugh. “You animal! After what we did last night?”
“I can’t help it,” Brodie moaned, rolling on top of Julian to trap him on the bed. “It’s your fault.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“So? I can’t go back to sleep even for an hour?”
“No. Sleep. It’s okay. I can wait.” He poked Julian with is cock. “Wait a minute.” He reached down. “You’re hard too.”
“And?”
Brodie moaned in agony.
“You never go to sleep with a hard-on?”
“No. I always jerk it off.” Brodie clasped his hand around both of their dicks, pressing them together. “Oh, that is so nice.”
“You’re not going to let me get back to sleep, are you?”
“No. I am. Sorry.” Brodie settled down, but his hand kept pulling on both their cocks.
Julian choked, trying to stop his hilarity.
Brodie smiled, joining him as they laughed. “Sorry. I can’t help it.”
“You dork.” Julian wrapped his hand around Brodie’s, encouraging him to move it faster.
“Yes...” Brodie jerked it with more intent. Both their hands, both their cocks, side by side and wrapped around each other. Brodie was already close. “You there?”
“Not yet.”
Brodie swallowed to control himself. “You there?”
“Close.”
“Ah!” Brodie gasped, biting his lip. “Shit.” He couldn’t stop it. “Sorry. Ah!”
“I’m there!” Julian gasped.
Brodie slowed his hand, but didn’t stop moving it. “That was nice.”
“You sleep on the wet spot.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Tough. You wanted it.”
“Like you hated it.” Brodie had to fight back his laughter.
“You’re an animal. Always grabbing my dick.”
“It’s your fault. You’re too good looking.”
