by Joey Jameson
“He really was.”
“Do you mind if I ask something about him?” Lenox asked, unsure as to the appropriateness of the question that had burned a hole in his head ever since the other night.
“Of course!”
“Was Cedar gay, too?”
Lyric let out a laugh before turning his eyes away in that way he did to avoid showing his embarrassment.
“Uh, yes. He was.”
“Really? Is that common in twins?”
“It’s more common than not, from what I understand. Although, and this is not to toot my own horn or anything, he wasn’t as lucky with guys as I was…”
Now, it was Lenox’s turn to laugh.
“Seriously! We may have shared the same face, but he was not nearly as charismatic as I!” Lyric touched a hand to his chest in a satirical way, feigning aloofness.
“In what way?”
“Well, to be honest, I think he was a bit jealous of me…At times. He may have said he was only being protective by giving my dates the third degree, but deep down I think there was more to it than that. Like he couldn’t accept that it was me getting all the attention and not him.”
“Why do you think he wasn’t as good on dates as you?”
Lyric paused and thought about it for a moment. “I guess he was just a bit more awkward…” He shifted yet again in that now familiar way he did when he was ready to change the subject. “So, you’ve not told me much about your love life.”
Lenox guffawed at his remark before reaching for a serviette to wipe his mouth.
“Oh, God. What do you want to know?”
“Everything!”
Lenox breathed in deeply as it was his turn to look uncomfortable. His lips were tight and his brow furrowed as he contemplated how to respond.
“Uh-oh, did I say something…” He chewed the inside of his lip before raising his eyes and saving Lyric from his embarrassment.
“Sorry. No. Not at all. It’s just…I guess to say that I’ve not had that much luck with relationships would be putting it mildly.”
“I’m sure you’re exaggerating.”
“Wish I was.”
“It can’t be that bad…Can it?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Only if you want to share…”
“Well, let’s just say that my last boyfriend was a raging manic depressive who…How can I put this? He didn’t take too well to my wanting to break up.”
Lyric looked very serious all of a sudden.
“How so?”
Lenox began to well up a bit as the memories resurfaced. He debated whether or not he wanted to go into too much detail.
“After I ended it. It got pretty bad. He just couldn’t accept that it was over.”
Lyric could only nod, his aqua-hued eyes filled with empathy.
“He rang me obsessively. Kept showing up at my house and waiting for me outside my work. He’d follow me places and leave me threatening messages and voicemails.”
“Oh, my God. Really?”
“Everywhere I went, he’d show up. It started to really scare me.”
“Christ. What did you do?”
“One night, while I was walking to my car with my boss from work, he appeared out of nowhere with a baseball bat in his hand. He must have thought I was on a date or something and he started beating the shit out of him.”
“Fuck, was he all right?”
“Well, luckily, my boss is quite a big guy and although he was caught off-guard he quickly regained control of the situation, if you know what I mean.”
“Wow, did you report him?”
“I did more than that. I got a restraining order against him. Things were okay for a while, but about a month ago…” He paused to gather his thoughts for a moment. “About a month ago, when I got home from work late one night, he’d broken into our home.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Bambi wasn’t home, thankfully. He must have found our spare key and was waiting for me in my room.”
“In your room?”
“I almost had a heart attack. He started shouting these crazy things at me, saying that we were meant to be together and all that sort of shit. I didn’t think too much of it at first, until I saw a glimpse of the knife in his hand.”
Lyric, visibly stunned, could only stare in disbelief, as a silence stretched out in between them.
“He was there to kill me that night…”
With that admission, Lenox began to cry. Tears of relief. Tears that had been suppressed and tears for a time he now wished to close the door on. He wrapped his arms around himself as a way to counter the feelings he was drowning in.
“Unbelievable. Lenox, I’m so sorry.”
“So am I. Unfortunately, the courts were lenient with him. Apparently, he couldn’t be charged with breaking and entering seeing as he got in with a key. He got off with two years’ probation.”
“Fucking courts. So where is he now?”
Lenox sighed. “Well, hopefully he’s still in London. Under close supervision and deeply medicated…”
“You don’t sound so sure…”
A buzzing from inside the pocket of Lenox’s shorts startled them both. He reached to read the display screen of his phone before quickly silencing it.
“Uh-oh, am I keeping you?”
“Sorry! No. Not at all. It’s nothing. Just Bambi…”
“Oh, Jesus, she’s going to think I’ve taken you hostage.”
“Don’t be silly. She’s fine. We’re good.”
“Are you sure?”
Lenox nodded, despite the less than subtle feeling of frustration coming from her text message. She was angry. That much was obvious. And he couldn’t blame her. He had been MIA these past few days. But the more Lenox contemplated things, the more he felt aloof to her concerns. This was, after all, what his friends had suggested he do.
Tucking his phone back in his shorts, he returned his gaze to Lyric. He took a deep breath as if to clear the air around them.
“Right we need a change of scenery after all this doom and gloom. What’s next?” Lenox asked, officially ending his pity party.
“You sure?” Lyric asked with genuine concern.
“Absolutely.”
Lyric regarded him a moment further as if assessing his expression.
“All right then. Let’s shake all this off and get back to why you came to this island in the first place. You, my friend, are in for a treat.”
Chapter Fifteen
THEN
After the most sumptuous breakfast at Lyric’s café, and in a desperate attempt to rid themselves of all the bad mojo of their conversation, Lyric whisked Lenox off in his makeshift chariot. They stopped first in San Miguel and took a walk up to the beautiful and picturesque church in the village. Along the way, they explored the little artisan craft market where Lenox paused to appreciate the fine craftsmanship of the various Ibizan products on display. The church provided them with the most stunning overlook of the land all around and the turquoise waters that stretched well beyond the horizon.
Afterwards, it was on to Portinatx beach where Lenox gawked at the translucent waters. They two spent hours snorkelling in the bay, marvelling at the tropical sea creatures that flitted around them as they dove deep down, exploring the seabed below.
As the morning stretched into afternoon, they stopped in Cala Benirras for a late lunch at a quaint little bohemian restaurant on the beach. They gorged on a vast array of small Mediterranean plates, washed down with crisp, white wine served in a tall glass carafe.
The atmosphere of the day was nothing but entrancing as Lenox opened his eyes to a side of the island he had never dreamed about. Every which way he turned, there was a new, raw beauty that seemed buried from all the tourist guides as if it was deliberately hiding from sight and unworthy eyes. Their conversation was light and unburdened, peppered only with essential exchange, as if too much benign chatter would spoil the intensity of the bea
uty that surrounded them. It left Lenox with time to consider what exactly he was getting himself into. He relished the idea that Lyric was so open with him already, and with every mention of Lyric’s family, he felt more drawn to this broken soul.
As they sat, Lenox stole as many lustful glances at his illustrious guide as he could without being too obvious. The energy emanating from his body was electric and Lenox was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Lyric flashed a sideways grin in his direction that heated him from the inside out, like blowing on the dying embers of a campfire. The way Lyric made him feel was as if he was seeing a man for the first time; studying the way his body moved and contracted when he walked, the masculine set to his jawline as he spoke, and the curve of his muscles that hugged his frame in an almost poetic manner.
When they had finished eating, Lyric took Lenox by the hand and led them back to his Jeep.
“I’ve got one more thing to show you,” he whispered into his ear and wrapped an arm around his bare shoulders.
Lenox said nothing, instead closing his eyes and breathing in the salty scent of Lyric’s skin, bathing in the moment until his mouth was practically watering.
They drove east again, towards Cala San Vicente, and stopped at a small cliffside area that was deserted except for a few locals, dotted across the shaded space.
“This is one of my favourite places on the island.”
Lyric took Lenox by the hand, leaving all their belongings in the car.
“Don’t we need towels or anything?” Lenox asked.
Lyric did nothing but smile one of his coquettish grins in his direction, as he led him towards the beach. Despite only being late afternoon, the sun had already gone behind the surrounding cliffs of this beautiful space.
“This is called Aguas Blancas. A little secret spot only known to some of the resident hippies of the area.”
“It’s gorgeous,” Lenox commented, his gaze skirting the cove and taking notice of the lack of swimwear adorning the revellers on the beach.
Lyric must have caught wind of Lenox’s sudden anxious shift as he realised it was a nudist beach, and simply squeezed his hand and kissed his lips gently.
“Come on, you’ve got nothing to worry about. It’s just up here…”
And with that, Lenox felt instantly at ease, as if the flow of Lyric’s words washing over him had a calming effect, like auditory Valium.
After a few moments of trekking over rocky cliffs, and a short paddle through mild waters, they came upon a deserted clearing with a secluded cove. High-reaching boulders rose all around, as if guarding the secret spot from the surrounding elements. Lenox was speechless as he gazed upon the site of pure, untouched beauty that lay sprawled out in front of his eyes like a magnificent spread just for them.
“What do you think?” Lyric asked, his familiar smile appearing once again on his beautiful face.
“It’s…incredible.”
“Ready for a dip?”
Not waiting for a response, Lyric dropped Lenox’s hand and started lifting his vest over his head as he jogged towards the shoreline. Lenox wasted no time following him, mimicking his swift strip and chucking his clothes to the ground. Lyric reached the waters first, having removed his shorts last, exposing his fantastic arse to the surrounding cliffs. Lenox paused as he untied his board shorts to marvel at the sight of Lyric wading into the water. He didn’t turn around until his cock was underwater and flashed a flirtatious “come hither” look in Lenox’s direction.
Lenox decided to take charge and slowed his movements down, making his reveal deliberate and seductive. Gradually he pulled down his shorts, letting them struggle as they strained over his muscular thighs before gently landing on the sand. He took a quick glance around him to inspect for any unwanted visitors before letting his hand find his own cock, sliding it over his hardening girth as he made his way into the water.
He could see Lyric’s face light up and his expression shift from playful to lustful as he eyed Lenox’s exploring hands.
The water was cooler than Lenox had expected, and his nipples hardened at the sudden change of temperature. He extended his tease, pausing just before the water level reached his balls, and cupping a hand into the sea to douse his chest. The water droplets traced the contours of his broad chest, heading south and glistening in the air before disappearing into the water around him.
Lyric’s eyes darkened as he dipped his chin into the water, glistening like dark pools of molten chocolate. The water vibrated as his arousal seemed to ooze into the air around him. Lenox loved the feeling of being naked in the sea; a luxury he wasn’t able to experience as often as he’d like. Dipping further into the water, he closed his eyes at the sensation of his cock and balls dipping unobstructed into the salty ocean.
After a moment of watching Lenox pleasure himself a few metres away from him, Lyric began inching his way towards him. His body ached for him and the thrill of being in the outdoors and all alone was making his cock twitch in excitement. Lenox opened his eyes and, as his desire erupted, threw himself into Lyric’s arms.
The water splashed as their lips met and they stumbled backward, hands moving in unison and naked bodies colliding. Their skin was slick as they revelled in the new experience of exploring the other’s body underwater. Lyric’s hand found Lenox’s cock. He jerked it feverishly underwater as he tossed his black hair back and away from his face. He grabbed Lyric’s shoulders for support and wrapped his weightless legs around his waist. Lyric studied Lenox’s expression, clearly gauging his reaction to the speed at which his hand moved up and down his shaft. Lenox’s eyes danced behind his lids and his mouth was moulded into a wide O shape, reflecting the waves of ecstasy that flooded his frame. His legs tightened their vice grip on Lyric’s waist as his hand worked Lyric’s member expertly.
All around them the water splashed unforgivingly as their bodies moved with each other. Lenox’s moans began to quicken and his body tensed, all his muscles contracting as if he was close to orgasm.
Lyric quickly stopped his rhythmic thrusts causing Lenox to whip his head up as if he’d been hit by a truck. Confusion slapped across his face. Lyric only mouthed “shhh” as a way of consoling him for the sudden disappointment. Smiling at him, Lyric eased his legs from around his waist until Lenox was standing up on his own again, his legs slightly weak from his near orgasm. Then, as slowly as Lenox had stripped his own clothes off, Lyric knelt down and dipped his head under the water. Lenox stilled himself as he realised Lyric’s intentions. He took hold of Lyric’s shoulders and guided him until he could feel his mouth open up around his cock.
The feeling caused him to cry out as Lyric took his penis into his mouth underwater. The combination of the gentle lapping waves on his bare skin and Lyric’s lips wrapped around his throbbing cock was nothing short of euphoric. He struggled to find his balance as he was forced to concentrate on keeping upright. Bubbles rose to the surface of the shallow water like jets in a hot tub, tickling his legs as they swam upward.
With the sun beating down on his face and Lyric blowing him underwater, Lenox lost sight of all that was around him, very unaware of his surroundings and the possible threat of being seen or caught. His cock was close to tipping point and he knew he was about to come. He grabbed hold of Lyric’s face, cupping it between his hands to signal he was about to explode. But instead of rising for air like he thought he would, Lyric kept on sucking, his tongue working away relentlessly at the head of Lenox’s dick. The feeling of being sucked underwater brought him to orgasm sooner than he would have expected and he cried out his release, his sounds echoing off the surrounding boulders of the cove.
His whole body rocked and swayed as he came inside Lyric’s mouth, emptying his load down the back of his throat. He relished the suction of his lips around his head as Lyric swallowed his juices, gripping his arse cheeks from behind. He sucked harder and harder as if there was something he was desperate for at the bottom of a glass, until Lenox bucked again and again, his
dick sensitive and screaming out as the aftershock of the blow job swelled inside him.
Only when he was absolutely sure that he had emptied Lenox of all he had to give did Lyric rise from the water like a pornographic siren, blue eyes glistening in the sunshine and a devilish grin spread across his face. He breathed in deeply and lifted his head to kiss Lenox’s lips.
Lenox returned his embrace, taking Lyric’s face in his hands, and twirling his dreads around his fingers. He could taste his orgasm on his lips. Their erections grazed one another’s as their bodies connected, their limbs slick and warm.
Lenox pulled back gently as he sensed Lyric’s cock twinge in yearning. He was still incredibly hard and in need of release. A wry smile played with the corners of his lips as he waded across the waters to the shore. Lyric followed dutifully, his body quivering with anticipation. When they reached the sandy shore, Lenox sunk to his hands and knees, grinding his palms into the sand and anchoring himself strongly to the ground. He flaunted his arse in the air and stroked his still hard cock to invite the blood to return to his shaft. Lyric took heed and sunk to his knees behind Lenox, his stone-like erection in perfect position with Lenox’s arsehole.
The air was cool against their slick bodies, but the sun began to heat them up once again as it beat down on their naked frames, licking away the quickly evaporating droplets of water. Lenox arched his back and craned his neck behind him to make eye contact with Lyric, whose expression had once again darkened with carnal pleasure.
“You sure?” Lyric whispered, his voice gruff and barely audible above the sound of the water lapping against the shore.
Lenox nodded and bit down on his bottom lip, his own body trembling. With every movement of the swelling tide, the water rose and coated Lenox’s hands and knees, burying them deeper in the sand. Without hesitation, Lyric brought the head of his penis closer to Lenox and began to slide himself inside. Lenox cried out softly as he could feel himself expand against Lyric’s girth. He dug his fingers into the sand, clawing at it for support against the exquisitely painful feeling of Lyric’s cock entering him in one long, slow motion.
