Chasing the Horizon

by Scotty Cade

  Hawk popped open the umbrella, ducked underneath, and stepped off his boat. He’d barely made it to the AquaTherapy’s finger dock when a gust of wind blew his umbrella inside out. He banged on the hull of the boat and struggled to right his umbrella. By the time he’d done so, he was again soaked to the bone.

  Garner appeared through the companionway door and hurried to unzip the canvas and clear vinyl panel enclosing his cockpit. “Oh, man, you’re soaked.”

  Hawk tossed the umbrella through the opening and climbed onboard. “Fuck! Man, is it blowing out there or what?” he said, fighting the wind to zip up the opening.

  Garner gave him a pitying look. “Come on, let’s get you down below and dried off.”

  “A towel should do the trick,” Hawk said with water dripping off his nose ring.

  “Look at you,” Garner chuckled, giving him the once-over. “I think you need a little more than a towel.”

  Hawk looked down at his soaking wet shirt and jeans. “I guess you’re right.”

  Garner waved a hand thought the air. “Follow me. I’ve got some sweat pants and a T-shirt that should do the trick.”

  Hawk kicked off his flip-flops, followed Garner down the companionway stairs, and waited on the rubber mat, not wanting to drip on Garner’s teak and holly floor. He looked around the boat’s main cabin and smiled at the leather appointments, highly polished brass lanterns, and oriental rugs filling the space. Man, this makes my boat look like a floating trailer.

  Minutes later his host returned with a bath towel, a stack of clothing, and the most gorgeous smile Hawk had ever seen. Without hesitation Hawk pulled the wet Henley over his head and tossed it up to the cockpit. Garner’s expression turned into something resembling amazement as he studied Hawk’s tattoos and piercings. Garner’s grin was still etched in Hawk’s memory. His heart was going thump thump thump as he unbuttoned his jeans, peeled the wet denim down to his ankles, stepped out of them, and stepped through the companionway door. For a split second he cursed himself for deciding to go commando, but when he looked up at Garner’s face, the amazement had turned into something totally different. Hawk would know that look anywhere. It could be described as pure, unadulterated lust.

  When their eyes met, Garner held out the towel with a visibly trembling hand while clutching the rest of the clothing to his chest with the other. Hawk dried his head and face and then moved the towel down his body slowly and deliberately as he dried his chest and torso, avoiding his quickly hardening cock. He ran the towel down his legs and feet, never breaking eye contact. He straightened and held out the towel. “Get my back for me?” he asked in a sound just above a whisper.

  Hawk turned and displayed his colorfully tattooed back as Garner took the towel.

  Hawk felt a trembling cloth-clad hand gently caressing his back and shoulders, making slow vertical passes. Hawk smiled when he felt the soft cloth slide down to the cheeks of his ass and continue in the sweeping motion. He suddenly felt cold when the hand and towel withdrew, leaving him craving that simple touch. He quickly turned, needing that connection again, but instead of Garner’s touch, he got Garner’s eyes, and Hawk lost it.

  In one swift move, Hawk took the clothing out of Garner’s hands and threw it to the side. He cupped Garner’s head with his broad hand, forcing him to lunge forward. And when Garner was close enough that their noses were almost touching, Hawk brought their lips together in a crushing onslaught of passion that came from somewhere deep within his core.

  Garner ran his hand over Hawk’s shaved head, obviously welcoming the advance. Hawk sighed deeply and slid his tongue between Garner’s lips, seeking entry. Garner opened and accepted his frantically searching tongue, and Hawk made an unrecognizable sound that he refused to call a whimper. Hawk combed every inch of Garner’s warm mouth, and he thought Garner tasted like no other he’d ever kissed. His unique flavor was a combination of coffee, hot chocolate, and mint leaf, all wrapped into one flavor package specifically designed to send any caffeine-addicted chocolate lover and mint freak jumping off the proverbial wagon with desire. Hawk forced his tongue in deeper, needing to taste more, needing to feel more, as if he were searching for Garner’s soul.

  Hawk’s tongue was still deep inside Garner’s mouth when he lifted the man off his feet and carried him to the couch. They both jumped when thunder cracked loudly, adding to the eerie howls of the wind through the sailboat’s riggings. The force of nature surrounding their little cocoon only seemed to heighten the desire flowing between them.

  Yearning for more bodily contact, Hawk pushed Garner down onto the couch and pinned his hands over his head. He broke their heated kiss only long enough to get Garner’s shirt off, tossing it aside and diving back in for more, desperate to taste Garner again. Hawk held Garner’s wrists in place with one hand while his other hand roamed over Garner’s chest and abs. Garner arched his back when Hawk stopped and lingered at one of his nipples. He lightly brushed over the erect nub with his callused thumb, teasing and tantalizing as he circled the sensitive area.

  “If I beg will you do that again?” Garner hissed into Hawk’s mouth when Hawk pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger hard and then released it and rubbed again.

  “Hell yeah,” Hawk groaned as he did it several more times before moving to the other.

  Garner was rocking his hips up and down, and Hawk could feel Garner’s erection pulsing through the confines of his blue jeans.

  Again breaking the kiss, Hawk moved down to the spot between Garner’s neck and shoulder and began nibbling, then kissing and licking.

  Garner once more arched his back, leaning his head into the assault and thrusting his erection against Hawk’s body.

  “Pants off,” Hawk mumbled into Garner’s neck. “Want your pants off.”

  Hawk stood and pulled Garner to his feet. He unbuttoned the denim and slid the zipper down, opening the front and exposing the outline of Garner’s rock-hard erection, still hidden by his boxer briefs. He then slid his hand inside the thin layer of cotton and wrapped his fingers around Garner’s throbbing cock. He moved his hand down frantically, reaching for Garner’s balls, and then back up again, repeating the move over and over. He stopped and rubbed his thumb over the tip, smearing the evidence of Garner’s arousal around the head. Garner pulsed in his hand with each stroke as he moaned into Hawk’s ear.

  Garner suddenly pushed Hawk away with enough force to send him back a few steps and anxiously started to peel his own blue jeans and briefs off.

  “Bed!” Hawk hissed, stepping back up to Garner and kicking the discarded clothes to the side.

  “Soon,” Garner hissed. “But not yet.”

  Garner slammed Hawk’s six-foot-two-inch frame back onto the steep companionway stairs like he was nothing more than a ragdoll and then immediately fell on top of him, crushing their lips together once again. Hawk was stretched out on the stairs, his ass resting on the second step and his long legs extending far past the bottom step. Garner was still on his feet positioned on top of him, but they were lined up perfectly, their three-inch difference in height disappearing completely. Hawk ran his fingernails down Garner’s back until he hit Garner’s ass and then forcibly squeezed and massaged his cheeks.

  Garner rubbed Hawk’s shaved head, then dropped to his nipple rings, which he tugged and pulled, sending Hawk into a tailspin.

  Unable to control himself, Hawk pushed himself off the stairs, holding on securely to Garner. They landed on the floor, Hawk on top.

  “I could fucking eat you alive,” Hawk groaned, eliciting a desperate moan from Garner.

  Hawk knew exactly what he wanted and was going to get it in the end, but right now he was enjoying this play for dominance way too much to concede so early in the game. He felt sure Garner was used to being in control, and Hawk was determined to give him a run for his money, at least for now.

  They rolled over and over on the Oriental rug, exploring one another’s bodies. Hawk’s back soon hit the base of the
sofa, forcing them to roll in the other direction, and they both stopped when they found themselves pinned between the banquette and the cocktail table with Hawk again on the bottom.

  “Bed! Now!” Garner snarled, rolling back in the other direction.

  When they were in the clear, out from under of the confines of the cocktail table, Garner stood, holding his hands out and pulling Hawk up with him. Hawk forced Garner up against the wall and held him there. He licked his way down Garner’s smooth, tanned chest, nibbled on his stomach, and stopped and inhaled the scent of Garner’s trimmed pubic hairs.

  Garner’s unique scent filled Hawk’s nostrils, and he reveled in the musky, clean, manly aroma, taking long, deep breaths. Hawk wrapped his lips around Garner’s fully erect cock and swallowed him up to the hilt. Garner’s hands landed on Hawk’s shoulders for support as his legs began to tremble.

  Hawk circled his tongue around the head of Garner’s cock and focused on the sensitive area underneath. When Hawk swallowed him again, Garner tensed and whimpered. Garner’s strong arms slid under Hawk’s shoulders, pulling him back up until their lips met once more.

  Hands moving feverishly, eager for more skin contact, they staggered along the hallway, sending the mounted brass lanterns swinging and swaying from the sheer force as they bumped and ground their way to their final destination. When they reached the aft cabin, Hawk backed Garner’s legs against the bed and shoved him down with such force, his body almost bounced back up again. Hawk knelt on the bed, grabbed Garner’s legs behind the knees, pushed them up and apart, and again took Garner into his mouth. Garner was still rock hard as Hawk took him all the way in, drawing another moan from him.

  Garner sighed deeply. “Jesus, Hawk,” he gasped as Hawk moved up and down his length. The noises coming out of Garner drove Hawk crazy with desire. Normally, Hawk was a selfish lover, taking what he needed from start to finish, but something about Garner’s reaction to his touch and the sounds escaping his lips made Hawk want to do everything he could to make sure those wonderful sounds didn’t stop. Garner was like no aphrodisiac Hawk had ever experienced.

  Desperate to have his tongue down Garner’s throat again, Hawk lowered Garner’s legs and licked his way all the way to his mouth. But in a move that impressed even Hawk, Garner effortlessly flipped him onto his back and looked down at him with a sinister grin. Garner whistled as he ran his eyes seductively up and down Hawk’s body with such desire it almost made Hawk come at the sight.

  Garner planted his hands on either side of Hawk’s shoulders and slowly brought his lips down to one of Hawk’s nipples, rolling the nipple ring around in his mouth, tugging gently, then releasing it and moving on to the other. Hawk’s trembling hands were pressed against the bed, and Garner laid his on top of them to steady and reassure Hawk.

  Garner slid down and took Hawk into his mouth, repeating the moves Hawk had used on him. Damn! He’s every bit as good at sucking dick as I am. “Fuck! That feels good!” Hawk arched and hissed as he felt the sensation all the way down to his toes.

  Wrapping his hand around Hawk’s cock, Garner moved it in unison with his mouth, up over the head and down again, echoing the motion. Hawk fisted the sheets and closed his eyes so tightly he saw stars. He threw his head back, rolling it uncontrollably from side to side as he held on for the ride. Just when he thought he couldn’t stand it any longer and was going to blow, Garner pulled off, slid his hands under Hawk’s calves, and lifted his legs over his head, holding him firmly in place. He ran his tongue under Hawk’s balls and licked at the tender spot between his balls and his opening, teasing and tantalizing with each stroke. When Garner’s tongue darted to his opening and licked and probed, Hawk hissed, “Fuck yes!”

  Hawk’s still-trembling hands grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart, giving Garner as much access as possible. After a few minutes of Garner’s tongue probing in and out, Hawk was already on his way to heaven, but when Garner ran the stubble of his chin against Hawk’s opening, he sent him up and beyond. Every nerve ending was on fire, and as if Garner sensed Hawk’s heightened sense arousal, he quickly soothed the area with his tongue. He repeated this process, driving Hawk to the brink of ecstasy.

  Lost in the moment, no longer caring about fucking with Garner’s head and fighting for the dominant role, Hawk wrapped his hands around his ankles and pulled his legs farther above his head. “Condom!” Hawk snarled, wiggling his ass against Garner’s face.

  Garner leaned over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. He withdrew a condom from the box and ripped it open with his teeth, taking his deliberate time rolling it on, staring right in to Hawk’s eyes. When the condom was in place, Garner again leaned over to the bedside table. “Fuck,” he exhaled in a curse.

  “What?” Hawk responded in a harsh tone, his impatience getting the best of him.

  “The lube’s in the head.”

  “Forget about it, man, I don’t need it.”

  “What?” Garner asked in surprise. “I’m not going to fuck you without lube.”

  “Don’t want it, just fuck me now!”

  Garner shook his head, then spit into his hand and rubbed it around Hawk’s opening, spit again, and grabbed his sheathed cock and stroked.

  Garner knelt over Hawk and positioned both of Hawk’s feet against his chest. He pressed inside slowly, and Hawk hissed from the initial burn. Garner hesitated, Hawk presumed to give him time to adjust, but Hawk didn’t want to adjust—he wanted it hard, and he wanted it now. He released his ankles, grabbed Garner’s hips with both hands, and pulled Garner into him. Hard.

  “Fuck yeah!” Hawk screamed, thrashing his head from side to side. The force of Garner entering him was an overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure, and he loved it, craved it, and needed it. The stretching and the burn brought joyful tears to Hawk’s eyes, and Hawk blinked in an attempt to hold them back.

  “Fuck me hard! Please!” he begged, pushing Garner away and forcefully pulling him back in again.

  It apparently didn’t take Garner long to figure out exactly what Hawk wanted because in seconds his legs were completely over his head, and Garner’s hands were planted securely on either side of him and he was up on his toes in a push-up position, driving hard into Hawk over and over.

  Each pounding coaxed a loud moan out of Hawk as he absorbed and reveled in the pleasure of the pain. Hawk’s legs were suddenly pushed farther back and pinned on both sides of his head. That move forced another moan out of Hawk, but when the sound escaped his lips, it was muffled by Garner’s lips covering his.

  Hawk groaned into Garner’s mouth when he felt the sudden emptiness of the man withdrawing completely, but before he had time to protest, Garner rammed back in with such vigor Hawk was forced against the head of the bed, neck bent and shoulders pinned firmly against the headboard.

  Garner released Hawk’s legs, eased back, and planted his knees on the bed at Hawk’s thighs. He pushed Hawk’s left leg over to the side, held his right leg by the ankle in a vertical position, and pounded harder and deeper.

  The change in position hit Hawk’s sweet spot and had him on the verge of coming. “Jesus fucking Christ,” Hawk ground out. “That feels incredible.”

  The constant rhythm of Garner driving his cock deep inside him was pushing him closer and closer to his release. Just as he was about to give in to the pleasure, Garner withdrew and rolled him over and pulled him up to his knees. Garner’s fingernails dug into Hawk’s hips as he entered him from behind with the same vengeance and force he’d used earlier. Hawk let out a loud moan as his head was forced against the headboard again.

  “Is this how you like it?” Garner asked, pounding harder and harder, his fingernails digging into Hawk’s thighs.

  “Yesss!” Hawk hissed, bracing himself for the next thrusts. “Harder. Faster. Please!”

  Garner obliged and picked up his pace. Hawk’s head was pounding into the headboard and his ass was taking a beating and he loved every minute.

  The desi
red abuse was getting the best of Hawk, about to send him over the edge. He attempted to take himself in hand, but Garner forced his hand away. “Mine,” he said, reaching around and taking Hawk into his hand to stroke in rhythm with each thrust.

  “Holy fuck!” Hawk ground out, desperately fighting to hold back his imminent release. When he gave in to the pleasure, he came in spurts, over and over until Garner milked him dry.

  Seconds later Hawk felt Garner stiffen, still pumping feverishly.

  “Hawk!” Garner yelled and then bit down on Hawk’s shoulder as he came in waves deep inside of him.

  With both of them now panting for breath, Garner collapsed on top of Hawk. In return Hawk dropped onto his stomach, wincing as his skin came in contact with the cold, sticky remains of his release. Garner eased out of Hawk and slowly fell to his side. The feeling of fullness now gone, Hawk immediately missed having Garner inside him, but he was too exhausted to complain. He turned onto his side and snuggled his ass into Garner’s stomach. Garner threw an arm over his waist and pulled him in tightly. Hawk was confused by the nirvana he was experiencing while lying in the stranger’s arms, but he was determined not to overanalyze. He forced himself to enjoy the feeling and simply sighed and closed his eyes.

  GARNER LAY still, listening to the lapping of waves against the hull and the steady, rhythmic breaths flowing out the man in his bed, the man he’d thought was going to rob him just the day before and the same man with which he’d just had the roughest sex of his life. He was still in shock, and his mind was reeling from his own behavior during what had just transpired between them. He could never remember being so turned on in his entire life, and the harder Hawk wanted it, the more turned on he became. What the fuck? he thought. Who knew? But he quickly decided to save the self-analysis for another time.

  Right now there was something that interested him much more than self-discovery, and he might never again get the chance to secretly observe the man lying next to him, apparently sleeping like a baby.