Warren’s Peace

by Emjay Haze

  Fletcher closed the gap between their bodies, his breath brushing against Warren’s cheek. Warren caressed the course hair leading to Fletcher’s crotch as he lowered his hands. He panicked for a moment, stopping.

  “It’s okay, Warren,” Fletcher breathed. “Touch me.”

  At the same time as Warren found Fletcher’s cock, he welcomed the sweet assault of his own as Fletcher ran his fingers down Warren’s length. He rubbed his slit with his thumb. Their lips met again as they massaged each other.

  “Don’t come,” Fletcher instructed.

  “What?” Warren’s cock hardened under Fletcher’s touch.

  Fletcher chuckled. “In the water. When you’re ready, let’s move to the bedroom.”

  “Oh, yeah that wouldn’t be too good.” But Warren wasn’t quite ready to leave the hot, bubbly jets and the feeling of Fletcher next to him just yet. So he stroked his hand along Fletcher’s body to his chest and rubbed the pink nipples, watching them harden. “You’re beautiful, Fletch.”

  Fletcher mirrored Warren’s actions. “So are you.” Fletcher licked the tiny red bud and sucked it into his mouth. Warren’s cock hardened at the stimulation. This was getting intense. Warren hadn’t felt this aroused since college. He could never regret his marriage, but damn, this was how sex should feel.

  Fletcher seemed to be waiting for Warren’s signal that he wanted to take this to another level.

  He did. “Hey Fletch?”

  “Mm?” He released Warren’s nipples and looked up.

  “Let’s go inside.”

  Fletcher stood first, glistening from the water as he ran his hands through his hair. His cock, hard now, bounced as he got out of the tub and grabbed two towels.

  “Thank you,” Warren said, taking the second towel.

  As they dabbed the water from their skin, Warren followed Fletcher inside his bedroom, feeling the nerves again.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and folded his hands, hoping Fletcher didn’t notice the fear he was certain showed in his eyes. Fletcher sat next to him and cupped his cheeks and kissed him. Then he laid Warren down, his lips never leaving Warren’s. He lay over him and rubbed his erection against Warren’s. “Fuck, you feel good.” Warren could only nod, as Fletcher shimmied down his body, licking and nipping his skin.

  Warren shivered as Fletcher’s mouth moved closer to where he needed him. His cock was painfully hard, and he needed….

  Fletcher took the tip of Warren’s cock into his mouth and sucked around the sensitive flesh. He cupped his balls, massaging them as Warren moaned and pleaded for more. “Have you ever bottomed before?” he asked, while pulling a tube and condom from the bedside table. Fletcher placed the condom on the bed and then popped the top on the lube. He spread it on his fingers first and then on Warren’s opening before pressing in the first digit.

  Warren blinked. “Uh.” He’d have panicked if not for Fletcher’s talented fingers assaulting his prostate, making him see stars. “Fuck, just fuck me.”

  “Warren, have you ever bottomed before?” Fletcher asked again, more gently this time.

  Warren shook his head. “Not in a very long time, but I want….” He groaned again as Fletcher grazed his button again, causing waves of pleasure through his body.

  “Then I’ll go slow.” Fletcher had three fingers inside of him now, stretching his hole. He never abandoned Warren’s pleasure, brushing against his prostate repeatedly until Warren thought he’d come from that alone.

  “Fuck, I need….”

  “Oh, baby. I’ve got you.” Fletcher leaned over and kissed his cock, then released his fingers from Warren’s swollen hole. He was sweating and so ready. Warren’s nerve endings blazed with desire. Fletcher placed the condom on his cock and squeezed some lube into his hand and spread it around. “Ready?”

  “Yeah.” Fletcher leaned over and scooted Warren’s legs over his shoulders. He nudged the tip of his cock against Warren’s hole, pushing past the first ring of muscles. “Oh God,” Warren squeaked. It hurt. Not as badly as he thought it would, but still.

  “You doing okay?”

  Warren nodded while Fletcher pushed in farther. “Yeah,” he said, in a breathy tone. “Keep going.”

  Fletcher took his time inching, giving Warren time to adjust to Fletcher’s girth. The pain turned quickly to pleasure as Fletcher’s cock grazed his prostate. “Oh God, move—oh, yeah.” Warren’s words turned to grunts as Fletcher pulled out and then back in. “That’s it, yeah, faster….”

  Warren began pushing back, willing Fletcher to speed up. “Fuck me.”

  Fletcher grinned and grabbed Warren’s asscheeks, while slowly he pulled out and rammed inside him. Warren shouted, but it was in pleasure as Fletcher fucked him good. “I need to come.”

  Fletcher leaned over and kissed him. “I’ve got you.”

  Then he reached for Warren’s cock, and while thrusting in and out, he used the sweat and lube and his very skillful hands to jack him. Warren thrust along with Fletcher, making incoherent, dirty sounds, before yelling again as his cock shot a rocket of come, hitting Fletcher’s stomach. The next ribbon followed with less velocity, and the third left Warren panting, both sated and on fire. “Oh, fuck.”

  “Hang on, babe,” Fletcher said, thrusting into Warren several times before the force of his orgasm blinded him.

  After he came inside the condom, Fletcher leaned over Warren and kissed him. “That was incredible,” Warren said, through panted breaths. “God, I missed that.” Then he immediately felt guilty. He shouldn’t, though. Didn’t he deserve some happiness?

  Fletcher must have noticed his expression, because he pulled out and tied off the condom. After tossing it in the trash can, he lay over Warren and pressed their lips together. “Hey, it’s okay to enjoy yourself, babe.”

  Warren nodded. “I know. Thank you.”

  “How about a midnight stroll on the deck?” Fletcher asked in between kisses to Warren’s lips, cheek, and neck.

  “Sounds romantic.” Warren sighed. He could get used to this man, very quickly. Hell, he already had.

  “Well, I’m a romantic at heart.”

  “Good to know.”

  Warren’s phone buzzed again, and Fletcher leaned over the bed to hand it to Warren. “She’s persistent, huh?”

  He chuckled, “She worries about her dad. Both of them do.”

  “That’s nice.” His soft words told Warren he meant it. He wondered how Fletcher would get along with his children. It seemed suddenly important, but was he getting too far ahead of himself?

  Warren’s phone buzzed several times while he and Fletcher enjoyed each other in the hot tub. “You better answer them, or they’ll think something happened to you.”

  “Yeah, give me just a minute, okay?” Warren climbed out of the tub and put the robe back on before walking into the room. Instead of texting, he decided to call his kids.

  “Hey, guys.”

  “Dad, why are you calling?”

  “I just wanted to tell you that I’m having an incredible time.”

  “Oh my God, you’ve met someone, haven’t you?” Stephanie was always the perceptive one.

  “Yes, I have.”

  “And their name?” Hmm, Warren thought. She didn’t say “her name.”

  “Um, guys. His name is Fletcher.”

  “I knew it,” Stephanie screamed in the phone. “That’s so cool.”

  “You’re not surprised?” God, when he was their age, it would have been quite the scandal.

  “Dad, do you remember when I brought my friend Janice home?”

  “Yeah.” He remembered her dad who had picked her up one night. He was a little younger than Warren but was very handsome.

  “Do you remember me trying to introduce you to her mom?”

  Uh, no.

  “You don’t, right? Then the next time, her dad picked her up.”

  “Hank.”

  “Yeah, that’s why I’m not surprised.”

  “Dan? Yo
u haven’t said much.” It might be tougher for a boy to accept that his dad liked men.

  “Is he hot?” Warren wasn’t expecting that answer from his son.

  “Uh, yeah, he is.”

  “I’m happy for you, Dad. You know, that’s all we wanted for you, to get out there and meet someone. Have fun.”

  “I am. Thank you, guys. I was a little worried.” God, he had amazing kids.

  “Dad,” Stephanie cut back in. “We know you loved Mom. We just want you to be happy.”

  “I just met him. I have no idea what will happen.”

  “Have fun. The rest will come.”

  “God, when did you guys get so smart?”

  “We love you, Dad.”

  “I love you guys.”

  He hung up his phone and found Fletcher by the hot tub. “How about that stroll, now?”

  “Sounds perfect.” Then Fletcher leaned over and gave Warren another kiss.

  WARREN TOLD Fletcher all about his kids, and Sarah. He thought he might be gay, but then he met Sarah and convinced himself he wasn’t totally. “I loved her, but I was never fully sexually satisfied, you know?”

  Fletcher didn’t. He’d always known he was gay. And he never went unsatisfied.

  “Of course, I don’t regret a second of our life together. Sarah was a wonderful woman, and I have the two most beautiful children in the world.”

  Fletcher moved closer and placed his hands around Warren’s waist, leaning in for a kiss. It was sweet and short. “Just like their father.”

  Warren blushed. When Warren looked like he was about to argue, Fletcher added, “That flight attendant couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

  The man blushed again, and Fletcher swept his hand across his cheek. “Neither can I.” And he went in for another kiss.

  “You’re such a sweet talker. I bet you have a lot of men after you.”

  Fletcher shook his head, thinking about Alex. “I was engaged after dating for three years, when my fiancé, Alex, cheated on me.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

  “Thank you, but it just put off the inevitable. Alex never appreciated me. He didn’t like that I traveled so much. We hadn’t even slept together in a long time.”

  “Hey, don’t make excuses. He doesn’t deserve you.”

  Fletcher felt himself blush this time. Warren was nothing like Alex. “I think he actually did me a favor, or I might have married him.” Then I wouldn’t have met you. They continued walking in the moonlight. It was a beautiful night. “What do you feel like doing now?” Fletcher asked, knowing what he’d like to do.

  “I want to make love to you,” Warren answered him, in a near whisper.

  Fletcher must have had a shocked look on his face making Warren think he didn’t want that. “Oh, I’m sorry—we don’t have to.”

  Fletcher softened his expression and took Warren’s hands in his own. “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do right now.”

  “Are you sure? Do you…?” He stuttered his words.

  “Bottom?” Fletcher finished for him. He smiled. “It’s been a while.” Not since Alex, but he’d like to make new memories. “Shall we?” He took Warren’s hand, and they walked back to their deck. “Would you like to get a change of clothes for tomorrow?”

  “Tomorrow?” Warren looked confused.

  “Unless you’d rather do the walk of shame back to your cabin in the morning.” His smile let Warren know he was messing with him.

  “You want me to spend the night?”

  Fletcher stopped and lifted Warren’s hand and kissed it. “I want to hold you all night long.”

  WHEN WARREN woke the next morning, he was naked and wrapped around the most beautiful and charming man he’d ever met.

  “Morning, gorgeous,” Fletcher said, stretching. Warren was still plastered against him, morning wood between them. “Did you sleep well?” They had made love twice when they returned to Fletcher’s suite last night.

  “Mm, the best I have in a very long time.” He reached for Fletcher’s stiff cock and stroked it. He moaned, spreading his legs. Warren took that as an invitation and lowered his body, placing his mouth over Fletcher’s erection, and sucked.

  “Oh, that’s so good. I see you’re a man of many talents.” Warren worked his cock, bobbing his head up and down, switching between licking and sucking. Fletcher tugged at his hair. “I’m close, babe.”

  Warren sucked him hard, squeezing the juice right out of him. His orgasm erupted as white ribbons of come flew into Warren’s mouth. He took it all, milking Fletcher’s cock till he was spent.

  “Oh fuck, that was amazing.” He lay back on the bed, while Warren leaned over and kissed him. Then Fletcher got a mischievous grin. “Babe?”

  “Yes, gorgeous?” Warren looked up at him with swollen lips and sparkling eyes.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  THEY HAD breakfast in Fletcher’s cabin, out on the balcony at a small table on the other side of the hot tub.

  Warren always seemed dazzled out here. “You must either be loaded, or you have a very cushy job.”

  Fletcher sighed. He didn’t want to lie to Warren. He was beginning to mean a lot to him.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Warren looked worried, like he’d upset him.

  “It’s not that. I, um, have his job that….”

  “Oh God, you’re a hit man.”

  “What?” Fletcher nearly spit out his coffee. “No, of course not.” He chuckled when he realized Warren was teasing.

  “Good, then how bad can it be?”

  Fletcher picked up the remote for the hot tub and turned on the jets. Then he put down his plate and signaled with his finger for Warren to join him.

  Warren gave him a funny look as Fletcher disrobed, then walked into the hot tub, naked. “Come on, it’s more private.”

  “Okaaaay.” Warren took off his own robe and climbed in next to Fletcher. “You have my attention. Should I be worried?”

  Fletcher leaned into Warren and kissed his lips. “Sorry, I don’t mean to sound so clandestine. I just can’t let anyone hear what I’m saying.”

  “So, you are a hit man.”

  “Humph, no. I am what they call a professional mystery shopper. I review vacation destinations and travel all over the world.” Then he sat back in the warm jets and waited for Warren to respond.

  “Wow, I never knew there was such a thing. It sounds exciting.”

  “Companies pay a lot of money for me to rate airlines, hotels, resorts, tours, and cruise ships. Anonymity is very important.”

  “Oh, I get it. So, the employees on the ship can’t know you’re a spy. Wow, I feel like I’m with James Bond.”

  “Well, it’s not national security or anything, but….”

  “It’s very cool. I promise I won’t say a word.”

  “Thank you. I didn’t want to lie to you, Warren.” He grabbed Warren’s hand, threading his fingers through Warren’s. He scooted closer to Fletcher and put his arms around the him, and they kissed.

  “Thank you for telling me. It means a lot that you trust me.” Their touches turned heated as Fletcher lowered his hand under the water and stroked Warren’s dick.

  “Mm….” Warren sat up. “Wait, so you travel all the time.”

  “Yes.” Fletcher wondered if they could handle a relationship with Fletcher on the road most of the time. Warren had roots. He wasn’t Alex, he reminded himself.

  “But you’re afraid of flying.” He wasn’t berating him or anything; he just looked curious.

  “Just the takeoff and landing, but yeah. Weird, right?”

  “And what were you doing in Chicago?”

  “I live there.” He stopped and looked over at Warren whose mouth was open, as he realized the same thing.

  “We live in the same city,” they said in unison.

  Fletcher laughed. “Well, isn’t this a small world.”

  “It sure is.” Who knew where this might g
o. It just might be a vacation fling, but it didn’t have to be.

  “Fletcher….”

  “Warren,” Fletcher said at the same time. “You first.” They were moving awfully fast. Maybe Warren didn’t want to see him after this week.

  “I haven’t dated in over twenty years.”

  “I know—I’m sorry. You had wanted to slow it down.”

  “That’s not what I meant. I like you. I liked you from the plane and was disappointed that I wouldn’t see you again—but then I did. It’s like it was meant to be.”

  Fletcher nodded, not sure of where Warren was going with this, but it didn’t sound like a brush-off.

  “Let’s see where this week takes us, but I’d really like to see you again after the cruise is over.”

  That sounded like a perfect plan to Fletcher. They kissed.

  WARREN HUNG up from talking to his kids, feeling better than he had in a very long time. He told them all about Fletcher and even texted pictures of the two of them. Stephanie told him they were adorable together.

  He disrobed and went outside where Fletcher was waiting for him, already naked. “How’d it go?” he asked.

  “Good. What’s the plan for today?”

  “Well, now that you know my secret, we’re going to experience everything this ship has to offer.”

  “More than yesterday? Sounds exhausting.”

  “You have no idea.” He wrapped Warren in his arms and planted a kiss on his sweet lips. “I have never had as much fun on an assignment before. Thank you.”

  “No, thank you. I forgot how to live. You reminded me.”

  “Are you ready to experience this entire cruise ship with me?” Fletcher asked, taking Warren’s hand.

  “I am.”

  Fletcher had made reservations for every eating establishment on the ship for the duration of the trip. And he’d gotten permission from his company to pay for an additional passenger for any meal upgrades and drinks. It wouldn’t appear normal for him to always be alone on a singles cruise, so they readily agreed.

  The ship was a small city, with so much to do. Fletcher’s job required he do most of it, and they had a blast. They played miniature golf, gambled in the casino, and even did morning jazzercise. They spent the entire cruise together, sunning and swimming during the day, wining and dining and seeing all of the shows in the evening and sleeping together in Fletcher’s suite at night. They went ashore during the excursions and experienced the islands. It felt like a honeymoon.