Devious Resolutions

by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  I squint into the dark, raising an eyebrow. There was no one in this room when I left it and I know there couldn’t have been a way to open that fucking door without my help.

  He steps closer to the stairs, resting his foot on the second to last, and looking up at me with an emotion I can’t quite discern in his eyes.

  “How did you get in here?” I asked him.

  Mills shrugs, “I never left.”

  Chapter Six

  “What are you talking about?” I ask him curiously.

  “When you went upstairs, I went into the bathroom to take a leak. By the time I was done washing up, you were on the bed asleep. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

  It’s a simple and rational enough explanation that I decide to let it go. Mills is safe, Koe is safe, and hopefully the rest of my brothers are too.

  “We need to stay down here until we get to safer waters. Koenig will blast the foghorn when we’re good to go,” I instruct him as I make my way down the stairs and head toward my bed.

  The room may be small, but the bed was specially made to hold my frame. Koe said it was a gift for his second-in-command, I said it was a tax write off. Either way, I appreciate having somewhere comfortable to lay my head down. I even climb onto the Carolina Blue on some nights that I can’t stand being alone at home and sleep down here. The gently rocking waves are soothing and always put me to sleep.

  The maelstrom outside is a completely different matter.

  I rub my face tiredly as I pull off my shirt and toss it onto the floor. Mills glances at the wet fabric then up at me and raises an eyebrow. I shrug as I pull my pants off and toss them onto the shirt before I lie down on my bed.

  “Don’t worry about those. I’ll pick them up when I wake up,” I say, yawning loudly. I’m wondering where my sudden balls have come from that stripping down to my skivvies in front of him was as easy as one, two, three, but I chalk it up to being tired from fighting against the hurricane like winds outside.

  Once I’m on my back, I rest my neck on the back of my arm and yawn again, using my other hand to rub away the tired feeling.

  “How long do these things last?” Mills asks.

  “Depends on much we’ve pissed off Mother Nature,” I reply indifferently. “Sometimes it can take all fucking day. I hope the guys are alright up there.”

  “Would they all fit in here?”

  “Yeah, we’d be like sardines in a can, but we’d fit.”

  I close my eyes and clear my throat ready to fall back to sleep when Mills asks another question.

  “What’s with that girl at work?”

  “Huh?”

  I arch my back slightly and turn my head up to look at him. He’s standing by the small refrigerator, hands in his pockets, staring at the staircase.

  “The girl at the front desk—what’s her deal?”

  Dillon. He’s asking me about Dillon. Maybe I’ll go back outside and just wait this shit out, I think as my mood sours.

  “She’s single. Go for it,” I grumble as I stretch myself onto my back again.

  “Oh no,” he begins with a laugh, “that’s not what I’m asking.”

  “Oh,” I reply in a bored tone. I don’t want to think about Dillon right now. Hell, I don’t want to think of anything other than knowing that the crew will get safely to shore, but Mills seems to have other plans.

  “I think she’s sweet on you,” he continues conversationally.

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “And you’re not into her?” he inquires.

  I press my hand against the wall as another monstrous wave barrels into the boat, almost tipping us over. Mills lets out a grunt as he falls to the floor, then a laugh when I hold a hand out to help him get back to his feet.

  “Thanks,” he says with a smile.

  “No problem. And no, I’m not into Dillon,” I answer thoughtfully.

  “Hm.”

  I hear Mills as he begins to move forward and I suddenly feel apprehensive. Something is different about him and this has nothing to do with the hard-on I’ve been fighting since having his hand in mine again. I watch him carefully as he makes his way past me and settles on the steps.

  He grips the railing as he glances around the room. It almost seems like he’s trying to decode me by possibly seeing something in this room that would tell him everything he wants to know about me, but I’m a simple man and there’s nothing anywhere on this boat or even at work that will give me away.

  I’m much too careful for that.

  “Do me a favor?” I ask him. He turns his attention back to me and raises an eyebrow. “There are some lollipops in that drawer, can you toss me one please?” I ask as I point at the small desk near the staircase.

  He steadies himself as he reaches over, pulls open the drawer, and glances inside. “Any particular flavor?”

  “Whatever’s there is fine.”

  Mills tosses a lollipop at me and as I start to peel away the wrapper, I thank him. With a sigh, I place the hard candy into my mouth and let it sit on my tongue as I roll it from side to side.

  “This is kind of awkward, don’t you think?” Mills asks with a chuckle after a few moments of silence.

  “What is?” I inquire, turning my head slightly to glance at him.

  “Well, I’m pretty much in stowaway territory with a tsunami or some shit outside threatening to send us all to the bottom of the ocean, hanging out with a guy in his underwear sucking a lollipop.”

  “Sorry,” I reply softly as I pull the candy out of my mouth. “It helps me to keep from smoking.”

  “Don’t apologize. It’s that male bravado shit I’ve got going on in my head, is all,” he says, waving me off dismissively. Or maybe he was waving off what he was saying.

  “Oh.”

  Silence.

  Mills gets to his feet and stretches his arms over his head, the lower part of his belly showing, along with more colorful tattoos and I have to turn my eyes away from him.

  This is bullshit.

  But when another monster wave slams into the Carolina Blue and Mills loses his balance, I manage to catch him as he falls over onto the bed almost completely diagonally across my body.

  He uses the wall to push himself off me but when he glances down I know he sees how hard I am, I’m pretty sure that the jig is up.

  Chapter Seven

  “Um …”

  Mills backs away from me once he’s on his feet and I instantly turn my face away from him. I’m so fucking embarrassed right now that I don’t know what to say.

  “Sorry,” I mumble softly, stealing a glance at him.

  It’s the only thing that seems like it would make sense right now and I don’t have anything else to offer in the way of an apology.

  “Uh …” he rubs the back of his neck with his hand and then smiles nervously. “Is that … is that why you’re not into that chick?”

  I shrug as I sit up and reach for the sheet that’s tucked neatly under the edges of the mattress and give one hard yank. I pull it up over my lap as I sit up and place the lollipop back into my mouth and run both of my hands back through my hair.

  “Yeah.”

  “I never would have guessed,” he replied thoughtfully.

  “Most people don’t and not everyone knows, so if we could keep this between us, I’d appreciate it,” I say glancing at him.

  He nods as he slips his hands into his pockets. “So, do you have someone at home?”

  I raise an eyebrow as I shake my head, rolling the lollipop from one side of my mouth to the other. “Not with this job.”

  “What’s it like?”

  Mills looks at me intently, tilting his head to the side and as he waits for me to answer. The thing is, no one has ever asked me that question before—not even Koe.

  “Intense, I guess. It’s sex, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

  I feel bad for sounding like such a hard ass right now, but I really am at a los
s for words.

  “Have you ever—”

  “Been with a chick? Yes; not my cup of tea,” I say cutting him off. I already knew that question was coming because when I came out to Koe, he had such a hard time with me not understand the “magic of pussy” as he put it.

  “I’ve never been with a guy before,” he says, his eyes shifting around the room. “I imagine it’s painful.”

  “Not always. Listen, can we talk about something else? We’ve got a crew up there that’s in danger and the last thing I want to talk about is—”

  Mills cut me off by walking over to me, taking his hands in my face, and pressing his lips against mine. It’s aggressive, hungry, and everything I hoped it could possibly be.

  “Show me what it feels like,” he whispers, his breath hot against my mouth as he pulls away long enough to make his request.

  “Why?”

  The moment that word comes out of my mouth, I instantly regret it. I only met Mills the night before and I went home and rubbed one out to him, but this just didn’t feel right for some reason. I want it more than I’m willing to admit, but he needs to tell me why first.

  He stands up, still holding my face in his hands and smiles, “What are the real chances that we’re getting out of this shit alive? It doesn’t seem to be getting any better out there and I don’t want to die without experiencing one last good fuck. I think you have it in you, don’t you?”

  It’s logic.

  Plain and simple logic.

  Not a crush being returned, not an emotion that I can understand, and not something that I’m willing to pass up regardless of how wrong it feels.

  I push the sheets off my body, toss my lollipop onto the desk, and stand up, looking down at Mills as I place a hand gently on the side of his face. He probably expects me to dominate him because of my size, but I’m not into that. I’d rather be used than be the user and I hope he’s willing to do this how I want.

  I give him a gentle shove back as I lower myself onto my knees. He lets out a nervous chuckle, but that’s to be expected if this truly is his first time with a man.

  I reach for the zipper on his jeans and pull them down slowly, before I reach and slip my hand into the fly of his briefs. To my surprise, he’s already hard too.

  I gently pull his cock through the fly, grip it firmly in my hand and glance up into his eyes. I want us to connect somehow when this happens even if he doesn’t feel this the way I know I will.

  He reaches a hand down and pushes my hair out of my face as I take the head of his cock into my mouth, giving it a firm, but playful suck. His breathing immediately becomes labored and he chuckles slightly as he reaches down and rubs his dick against my lips.

  “Come on, Denver,” he says in low, thick tone. “I’ve seen you work a lollipop, I know you can do more than that.”

  I blush.

  It never once dawned on me that he would be watching me while I used something so simple to curb a bad habit.

  I reach for the waist of his jeans and pull them down to his thighs as he carefully removes his briefs around his hard dick.

  I grip his hips as I take his length into my mouth as much as I can, moving my head up and down, trailing my tongue all over his engorged cock. He tastes unlike anything I expected. Salty and sweet, sweaty and serene—all of the things that one could liken the ocean too and I was so hungry for more.

  Mills places his hand on the back of my head firmly as he pistons his hips, his cock gagging me, but it only makes me want him more.

  When he’s finally done fucking my throat, I stand up again and push my boxers off. The boat gets rocked violently by another wave and we fall back onto the bed. He laughs, I look at him with the intensity of a thousand suns, and pull him close.

  “Now what?” he asks, pushing my hair out of my face again.

  “Now you fuck me,” I breathe as I kiss him again.

  He returns the kiss eagerly before he nods at me. I turn my body on the bed so that my head is resting on the small board and he has enough room to comfortably climb on with me.

  He looks down at my body, his eyes wild—almost too wild, then he spits into the palm of his hand and uses it to lubricate his dick.

  “Okay,” he says under his breath as he spreads my legs a little further and pulls me down closer to him with a strength I never would have guessed he had just by looking at him.

  He gently uses the head of his cock to press against my asshole, rests one of my legs on his forearm, and looks up at me with a wicked smile on his face.

  “Ready or not …”

  I close my eyes and grit my teeth when he pushes himself into me. There was nothing sweet about it and I think he hurt himself too because he let out a resounding fuck.

  I open my eyes again when he hasn’t made any move to fuck me yet and see him bent over slightly, probably willing the pain of almost ripping his dick off away.

  “Gentle,” I tell him in a pained tone.

  “Gentle is for pussies,” he replies, glancing up at me as he gets back to his knees and pushes himself all the way in.

  “God, you are so fucking tight,” he declares through grit teeth. That can be attributed to not having fucked anyone in a few years, but that was neither here nor there.

  There was alone at home, smoking some chronic to dull the pain. Here was with my crush’s cock buried deep in my ass ready to milk him dry.

  Mills begins slowly, careful not to hurt himself again until my hole begins to adapt to his girth. That’s when he begins to move faster, breathe heavier—fuck deeper.

  I let out a loud moan as I take each and every hard thrust that he has to offer, reaching forward and gripping his forearms as he fucks me like a rabid animal.

  The sound of our flesh slapping together is fucking intoxicating. It’s something that I secretly hope I’ll hear again because even though I’ve done this before, with him, it sounds more like an unwritten symphony coming to life.

  Mills’ hand finds it’s way to my cock and he begins stroking me as he fucks me harder. I look up at him, my mouth slightly falling open at the dueling sensations and it takes everything inside of me not to come right now.

  “Wait,” I say, smacking his hand away. Mills looks at me questioningly—almost as if he’s asking me if he fucked up with his eyes, but I shake my head and lower my leg from his arm. He pulls out of me and waits as I turn over onto my stomach and present my ass to him for a deeper ramming.

  The boat rocks again, less violently than before, and he uses my hips to steady himself.

  I’m not expecting what he does next.

  Once the rocking subsides again, he firmly grips my ass cheeks, spreads them open, and begins to lick my asshole.

  I bury my head into the pillow.

  Of all the men I’ve fucked before, none have ever done this before and the feeling is unreal.

  I reach underneath myself and begin pulling on my dick. If I come, I come, but he’ll know it has everything to do with him this time and it won’t be me just sitting at home jerking off to the thought of it.

  “Fuck, Mills,” I moan into the pillow as he slides a finger deep into me. He uses it to violently fuck my hole and even though it slightly hurts, I don’t want him to stop.

  I want more.

  I want his cock inside of me again. Even if I have to beg for it.

  “Fuck me,” I tell him as I continue to stroke my cock.

  “Don’t you want me to eat your ass a little more, Denver?” he asks, smacking one of my globes. “Make things slide in a little easier if I do.”

  “No. Fuck me,” I beg, turning slightly to glance at him over my shoulder. “Now.”

  Mills laughs, slaps my ass and removes his finger, replacing it with his thick cock. He goes into animal mode again as he begins to ram me without mercy. I’m sure he’s going to rip me with as violently as he’s moving and I don’t care. I’ve never felt this kind of euphoria before and I don’t want it to end.

  “Ugh,” he lets
out a loud moan as he continues to fuck me, but his movements are becoming more restricted. I know he’s going to come soon and I want nothing more than to feel him empty his cock inside of me.

  I let go of my dick, put my hands on the bed, and push myself up to all fours. I can tell Mills is a little confused at first when his thrusting becomes momentarily stagnant.

  Until I start fucking him back.

  He’s composing the notes of our illicit, stolen moment, and I want to add to this symphony.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” he moans as we synchronize with each other’s movements. Each time he thrusts forward, I push back and it makes for the most amazing feeling.

  “I’m gonna come, Denver,” he says in a thick tone. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna fucking come.”

  I grit my teeth, bear down, and work my ass back against him. Mills stops thrusting, leaving the rest up to me and I clench the muscles in my asshole.

  He lets out a loud, moan as his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, and he releases his load inside of me.

  The warm rush makes me smile and when he chuckles I can’t help but feel like I’ve done something great.

  “Your turn, big boy,” he says giving one of my cheeks a hard slap, then pushing my hip. I turn onto my back and sit up as he reaches down and begins to tug rapidly on my dick.

  I let out a breath as I grip his arm. Mills moves his hand faster, as he leans forward and presses his forehead against mine.

  “Come on. You know you want to,” he teases me. I chuckle slightly because he’s right. I do want to, more than anything, and I’m so fucking close.

  I moan softly as he moves his other hand down to my balls and gives them a hard, but firm tug. I moan again when the cum shoots out of the head of my cock and coats his hand. He pulls his head away from mine, looks down at his hand, then winks at me before he licks it clean and I laugh.

  I know I’ll never be able to tell anyone about this moment if we survive this shit storm outside, but I know I’ll never forget it either.

  Chapter Eight

  I’m sitting at Schooner’s with a beer in my hand. We made it safely back to shore after the storm passed and we all took turns chewing out Koe over his obvious problem with not bothering to check the weather before shipping off.