Ch8- SailorBoyz
Title: The Masquerade Series X2 - #8 "SailorBoys"
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 8 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did- we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Boats, stars and a tropical paradise.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're having still much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again! Also we're posting early this week to save poor Laurie from the withdrawl she's been going through! :)
X-posted at csi_slash and nerdswithbadges
Part A: Nick
It was easy to hide his sexuality on the boat; hell, no one ever asked. Like the other men he had a small frame with a photo of a pretty girl stuck in the slats over his bunk. No one knew the photo came with the frame, no one asked. Nick never talked about his girl, but he’d hold the photo in his rough calloused hands and gaze at it with blind eyes, visualizing other faces.
After a couple days at sea, all the men were horny. By unspoken custom, the aft bathroom was commonly used for jacking off, leaving the other free for the usual business. The bathroom was tiny, the shower barely large enough for a man to wedge himself inside while sluicing the grime from his body. The toilet was practically wedged under the sink.
Like every other man, Nick went to the john and braced an arm on the door, holding it closed while he masturbated, his hand a blur on his cock, doing nothing but chasing physical relief. Unlike the other men, he didn’t fantasize about tits and pussy, but he kept that to himself. Any noises a man might make were politely ignored by the other crew.
So it was no big thing to be queer on a fishing boat, at least ’til this trip when Greg signed on. Nick liked Warrick, the captain of this boat, and he signed on with him whenever he could. But there was no such thing as a regular crew. If you were looking for a job and someone was hiring, that’s who you shipped out with.
Nick had never seen Greg before. In a crew of hard weather-beaten men, he looked young and fresh. Nick snorted as he thought that. Fresh was not a word he usually used other than in relation to fish. But this guy was young; his skin hadn’t been scored by the sun and wind yet. His hands were calloused though and his dark hair was lightened by the sun.
When Nick went to the john that night, he jacked off to a different image. Instead of anonymous arses and cocks, he saw the big dark eyes and long lashes of the new crew member, imagined sliding his rough hands over the slim body, and his cock leaped in his hand when he thought of burying himself deep in the young man’s arse. Long ribbons of cum shot from his dick; unwittingly he raised his hand to his mouth and licked it from his fingers. What the fuck? He never did that, hadn’t since he was a teenager. He cleaned up and went to his bunk, shaking his head. He better be careful on this trip.
The next night he went up on deck to smoke. He saw Greg standing alone in the stern, arms wrapped around himself as he looked up at the stars. He walked quietly to the younger man and stood behind him. Only one step more and he could touch him but he stood, silent, clutching his lighter and crushing his cigarette in his nervous hands.
“Stars are bright tonight,” Greg said.
Nick started; he didn’t think the young guy knew he was there. “You know how to navigate by them?”
“Sorta, I’m learning,” the young guy said with a shiver and looked back over his shoulder with a shy smile. “Seems like it might be useful if the instruments went out.”
Nick found himself smiling back and wiped it from his face. Roughly, he asked, “Don’t you have a warmer jacket?”
“Below,” Greg said.
Nick took a surreptitious look around and with a quick breath, took that last step to stand right against Greg. He felt the young guy shiver again, but the warmth between them was immediate. Neither said a word. Nick kept his hands by his sides, though he wanted nothing more than to pull Greg back against him, hold him and tilt his head back onto his shoulder so they could look up at the stars together.
Fuck, was he turning into some kind of mushy girl? He’d never had a thought like that before. He shook his head but couldn’t move away from the heat they shared. When they heard a door slam in the distance they simultaneously took a step away from each other. Nick’s hands came up, cupping his lighter as he lit his bent cigarette.
“You smoke?”
Greg shook his head no. “Well, I gotta get some sleep.”
Nick didn’t turn his head to watch Greg go. He looked up at the stars. When he finished his smoke he hit the john.
Next day they baited and set the lines, and the fishing began in earnest. They found themselves in rich waters; the work would go on day and night until the school of fish passed or they caught their limit. Lines were hauled in and baited again. Fish were shot into the hold with ice. The work was rough and dangerous; many a man had lost a finger hauling line in but it came with the job.
Nick went below to eat a quick meal and grab a nap. Until the fish stopped biting, a nap here and there was all the rest the men would get. The bigger the haul, the bigger their share of the proceeds; plenty of time to rest when you were dead or onshore.
Greg was at the table, shoveling in some kind of stew. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at Nick, his lashes making his glance unbearably flirtatious and inviting, but Nick assumed it was just a trick of those great eyes. He grabbed a bowl from the cook and sat down to eat.
When he finished, he glanced up to see Greg looking at him with an unmistakable message. Startled, he stared and saw Greg’s eyes flick toward the aft bathroom. His mouth must have dropped open because he saw a corner of Greg’s mouth quirk up and a tiny nod. He shut his mouth with a snap of white teeth and gave a quick nod in return.
Greg gave his bowl back to the cook and went aft. After a suitable interval Nick took his dish back and sassed Archie like he always did on his cooking. Then he went down the hall trembling with fear and anticipation. He hesitated in front of the door until a hand shot out, grabbing his wrist and hauling him inside.
He found himself pressed up against the door, Greg sucking insistently on his lower lip. Nick opened his mouth with a gasp and the younger man immediately plunged his tongue into his mouth, grinding urgently against him.
Nick kissed him back roughly, smashing his lips on his teeth, forcing a tiny whimper from the other man. Nick turned Greg to face the door, placing his hands against it. He kicked Greg’s feet apart and leaned against his back.
Greg gasped as rough, cracked hands shoved his shirt up, pinching and squeezing his nipples almost painfully as hot breath rasped over his neck. He felt the hands run down his chest and stomach, stopping to unfasten his pants. The hands pushed his pants down to his knees and came back up to squeeze his cheeks, then landed on his hips, pulling them back so he was bent at the waist and spread.
Nick spit on his hand and used it to moisten the other man’s hole. He spit on his hand again, stroking his cock, thinking maybe he could steal some cooking oil next time. He pushed into the younger man, hearing a sharp hiss at the first penetration. Ignoring it, he thrust harder, driving past the narrow ring of muscle as Greg pushed his arse back to hurry the invasion.
He wasn’t going to last long. The tight heat was too much for him, surpassing any fantasy he’d ever jacked off to in this tiny room. He braced his feet against the lip of the shower and thrust deep and fast into the younger man, fucking him hard.
Harsh breath and the slap of flesh meeting flesh were the only sounds in the tiny room. Greg braced helplessly against the wall, unable to grab his own aching cock. He slammed back against Nick as hard as he could, relishing the pounding the other man was delivering to his prostate, hoping this would last long enough for him to come.
Nick managed to pry one hand loose from Greg’s hips and reached around, gripping the hard velvet cock in his calloused hand and stroked in time to his savage thrusts, pulling roughly on the younger man’s dick.
Greg came, spurting over the door and Nick’s hand, gasping and trembling. Nick raised his hand to his lips, licking delicately at the hot fluid and suddenly was thrashing with his own orgasm, shooting his spunk deep into the other man’s arse.
Both men stood as they were, breathing hard for a minute. Then Greg pulled away and Nick had to bite back a moan as his cock slipped free from the comforting sheath of the other man’s body. Greg pulled up his pants and zipped them. He turned and kissed Nick hard, then stepped out the door.
Part Deux: Greg
Nick stood at the rail, watching people come on board. He’d been amongst the first to get on the ship, being prompt, courteous, trustworthy and brought up to be on time when invited somewhere. He’d never thought about taking a cruise; that was for later in life after he was retired and he and the wife wanted to see something of the world before they were too old.
Then he’d won the raffle, tickets for two. He’d been kind of seeing a guy at the time and they talked about going together, but things hadn’t worked out and now he had a room for two all to himself.
When he went to dinner, his worst fears were confirmed. He was the youngest person at his table; everyone and their wife were seeing something of the world before they were too old and they all seemed to have booked this cruise. Not that he was hurting for attention, all the ladies at his table were only too happy to flirt with him. But it was hard to take it seriously when preceded by, “What a handsome young man.” It would have been funny if he’d had anyone to share the joke with, but as it was, he was bored.
Until the waiter came to take their orders. He was slim, dressed in the ship’s uniform of black trousers and a short white jacket. His brown, wavy hair was neatly smoothed down and his skin had that light golden tan that the lucky few with fair skin were able to achieve. Nice cheekbones, good jaw line and chin, perfect nose all added up to a beautiful face. But the eyes! Hot coffee with plenty of sugar veiled by long lush lashes.
“Hello, I’m Greg, I’ll be your waiter for the cruise. Can I interest anyone in a cocktail or some wine this evening?”
Nick studied him without appearing to while he worked his way around the table, getting the orders. He looked like he couldn’t be more than eighteen. Maybe this cruise would be interesting after all.
After dinner Nick strolled out on the deck to shake off the all too attentive ladies from his table, looking at the stars, hoping the young waiter would come by. Hours passed and he got a drink, but no sign of Greg. Sighing, he retreated to his cabin. No glass in the bathroom.
He pushed the button for the steward and settled on the bed, turning on the television to see what movies they were showing. A discreet knock sounded at the door and Nick bounced up to get it. It was Greg, the waiter from the table.
“You rang, sir?” he said, without a tremor or smirk.
“I did, but I rang for the steward,” Nick said.
“I am the steward for this block of cabins, how can I help you?”
‘Oh I can think of a few things,’ Nick thought. “I need a glass, there isn’t one in the bathroom,” Nick said.
“Oh, I’m very sorry, sir. I’ll get one right away, is there anything else?”
“Nope, that’s it.” Nick returned to the bed to wait and within five minutes Greg returned with the glass.
“So, is this like your regular job, Greg?” Nick asked.
Greg’s pager went off and he looked at it quickly. “No,” he flashed a crooked smile. “Summer job. Duty calls, sorry, sir.” He hustled away.
Nick sank down on the bed to think up a strategy.
Next morning at breakfast, he tried to catch Greg’s eye. The young man was attentive, bringing orders promptly and making sure people were satisfied, but Nick thought there was a little extra warmth in his manner when the boy talked to him.
So he left his key behind on the table. After what he considered to be enough time, he went back to the table, catching Greg as he was starting to clear.
“Hey, hi!” Nick said.
“You left your key,” Greg nodded to it with a smile.
“Yeah, I know, I just missed it,” Nick said, smiling back.
“Whatever, that works,” Greg said. “Sir.”
“Okay, you caught me,” Nick grinned broadly. “Can I buy you a drink later?”
“Sorry, sir, we’re not allowed to socialize with the passengers,” Greg said demurely.
“Even if they ask really nicely?”
“Company policy, sir?”
“Well, when do you get off?”
Greg snorted at the double entendre, but answered, “Technically we don’t. We’re on sixteen hours, off eight, during which I sleep.”
“When do you eat?”
“In the kitchen, while we’re serving.”
“And why do you do this again?”
“Great money, keeps me going through school.”
“Where do you go?”
“Berkeley. Um, sorry sir, my boss is watching, I gotta go.”
Nick watched him walk away, gracefully balancing the heavy tray on his shoulder.
He pressed the button for the steward that evening and when Greg showed up at his door, he invited him inside.
“Um, I’m really sorry, sir, I can’t come in unless there’s something specific I can help you with,” Greg said regretfully, allowing his interest to show in his eyes.
“I do have something I need your help with,” Nick said flirtatiously.
“Relating to ship’s service, sir,” Greg laughed. “There are some things that are not offered as part of the cruise.”
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen, will that be all, sir?”
“For now,” Nick said and watched Greg’s ass in the tight black trousers as he walked down the hall.
Over the next several days until they docked in Mazatlan, Nick learned that Greg was studying chemistry, planned to work in a forensic lab, had a full scholarship but needed money for living expenses, he was incredibly bright and he smelled really good.
Greg learned that Nick was twenty-six, single, equally bright, a cop, from a law enforcement family and that he was fucking gorgeous.
But he would never go inside Nick’s room.
“Look, we’re going to be in port overnight, who would know if you came to my cabin,” Nick said persuasively.
“These things get around, sir. I can’t take the chance,” Greg said resolutely.
“Would you meet me someplace onshore?”
For the first time, Greg looked uncertain and Nick felt a glimmer of hope that maybe he was a little bit attracted after all.
“Please?”
Greg grinned suddenly. “In the name of good customer service, yes sir.”
“I’ll meet you in the lobby of the Emerald Bay Hotel at-”
“I know where it is but I can’t get there till about 4, is that okay?”
“Yeah, see you then.”
The door closed softly behind Greg, and Nick leaped up and punched the air. “Yessss!”
A few hours later found him sitting in the lobby of the hotel reading a local paper, looking up every five minutes to see if Greg had arrived. In the end Greg surprised him anyway, coming up and peering at him over top of the paper with a little grin.
“Hey!” Nick stood up, heart fluttering and a warm light in his eyes as he looked at the young waiter. Gone was the trim uniform, instead he had on a worn t-shirt, baggy jeans and flipflops. There was a small bag over his shoulder, but the best thing was his hair, all messy and spiky. It suited him, he looked even more attractive than Nick remembered and Nick had been putting in a lot of hours remembering.
He stood up and they stood there grinning at each other.
“So…” Greg said.
“So, what do you want to do?” Nick said, a little embarrassed. He knew what he wanted to do.
“Well, I don’t want to go on the tour of the tequila factory,” Greg answered.
“Come on, then,” Nick turned and headed for the elevator and Greg followed. He stepped inside and Greg lifted his brows in a silent question. Nick nodded and the younger man got in and stood next to Nick, their shoulders touching lightly. The doors slid shut and they stood in awkward silence, inhibited by other guests.
The elevator came to a stop and Nick led the way down the hall, stopping in front of a door and sliding a key card into the lock.
“You got a room?”
“Couldn’t get you into mine on the ship, thought maybe I could convince you-”
Nick found himself pressed to the inside of the door, being ruthlessly and thoroughly kissed. Hands were unbuttoning his shirt and then slipping inside, hot against his skin. Nick slid his hands under the t-shirt, running them up the boy’s back and over his shoulders, feeling the angular masculine line of bone and muscle.
They were struggling against each other, trying to get closer and Nick pushed himself off the door to take a step toward the bed. Greg staggered, off balance from the weight of his bag and pulled his arm free to drop it to the floor. They stumbled into the coffee table, knocking over a silk plant, rebounded off the TV stand and crashed into the desk. Nick pushed Greg up onto the desk, bending him back as they continued the deep kiss, tongues darting back and forth between their mouths.
Still kissing, Greg struggled upright and walked Nick backward toward the bed; they caromed off the nightstand and fell onto the bed together, legs entwined, rolling around in a fog of desire. Greg’s t-shirt was rucked up under his arms and Nick’s was pulled off his shoulders, but they couldn’t let go long enough get them off.
Nick broke away with a moan and dove to suck at Greg’s nipple, causing him to arch up and groan. One of Greg’s hands dropped to the bulge in Nick’s pants and pressed it, squeezing lightly. Nick bit down and jerked his hips into Greg’s hand.
Greg uttered a sound somewhere between a moan and a laugh. “Fuck, you are such a good kisser.”
“I’m biting,” Nick murmured into Greg’s skin.
“Don’t stop,” Greg mumbled back, hands fumbling with the fastening of Nick’s pants. “I’ll get this open one of these years.”
“Let me help, baby,” Nick left his mouth where it was and quickly unzipped his pants, pushing them down as far as he could without releasing Greg’s nipple.
“Thanks, I owe you,” Greg gasped as he got his hand on Nick’s cock. It just felt so damn good, hot and hard, skin as soft as velvet.
“Yeah, you owe me more than one,” Nick said, licking the other nipple.
“Can we get this one out of the way first?”
Nick chuckled and yanked Greg’s t-shirt over his head. “Fuck, you are so hot. And so is your hair.”
Greg rolled Nick onto his back and knelt, yanking his pants down. “Shit! Why are you wearing shoes?” He bent to wrench the shoes off and pulled Nick’s pants off. “And he scores!” he exulted.
“Not yet, you don’t.” Nick pulled Greg down and kissed him again, hands cupping his ass, pulling him closer. Greg ground his hips down into Nick’s, moaning loudly.
Nick flipped him on his back and pulled the jeans down without opening them. “I was wondering if they were big enough to-”
He yelped as Greg pulled him down onto the bed and growled, “Less talking, more fucking.”
“You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Next time, this time I’m fucking you,” Greg said throatily.
Nick shivered at the thought and decided to comply. At least he knew now there was going to be a next time. Greg dove for his jeans and pulled out a condom and lube.
“Only one?” Nick teased.
“There’s more,” Greg reassured him.
He knelt on the bed and slicked the condom on. Nick quivered as he looked at the nice erection Greg sported, longer and thicker than he would have thought on such a skinny guy. Then Greg crawled up between Nick’s legs, cock bobbing, licking his way up Nick’s stomach. His abs rippled with anticipation at the light, teasing touch.
“God I want you,” Greg whispered, staring into Nick’s eyes.
“You’ve got me right where you want me,” Nick smiled.
“Are you nervous?”
“Fuck, yes!”
“Good, I thought it was only me,” Greg said with a crooked smile.
“If you don’t do something with that soon, I think I’m going to pass out,” Nick growled.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to pass out if I don’t do something with it,” Greg smirked. He bent to kiss Nick’s stomach, rubbing his cheek against it for a moment.
“Need you… now…” Nick pleaded.
Greg ran his hands over Nick’s long muscular legs and wrapped them around his waist. He slipped a finger inside Nick, stroking the inner walls gently as he searched for the spot that made Nick cry out and jerk, tightening his legs. Greg lowered himself and entered Nick in one long thrust, feeling the older man’s heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gasped.
“God, oh God,” Nick moaned. He grabbed at Greg, practically clawing at his back in his urgency.
Greg couldn’t wait. He wanted their first time to be slow and gentle but Nick was so hot and so tight, he raised himself and thrust in a frenzy, a mad chase to bring them both to the edge and over. He pounded frantically into the silken heat, while Nick let out a strangled wail and thrust up to meet him.
It was fast, hard and wild. Greg reached for Nick’s cock, trembling as he stroked it and Nick’s hand closed over his, adding pressure as he spilled himself over both their stomachs. With a cry, Greg came after him, thrusting hard as he emptied himself inside his lover. He rolled as he came and Nick rolled with him, his legs still gripping the younger man’s waist. They fell to the floor with a thud, still writhing against each other. Greg looked up at Nick and pulled him down for a kiss, gentler now that the first desperate contact was over.
“Fuck!” Nick breathed.
“Yeah,” Greg agreed, looking up at the older man.
“Want to go to sleep?”
Greg snorted with laughter. “Well, yeah, I’m a guy.”
Nick laughed softly, “I think you proved it.”
“Oh, how?”
“Well, your cock’s still up my ass, I’d say that was a pretty good sign.”
“You’re on top, I can’t move,” Greg pointed out.
“I might just go to sleep here, I’m pretty comfortable.”
“I’m not, the floor is hard.”
“Okay,” Nick pulled away from Greg gingerly, then gave him a hand up. Greg swayed on his feet and Nick lowered him to the bed. “Take it easy, kid.” He took care of the condom and fetched a warm washcloth to clean them both.
Greg yawned widely. “You look tired, go to sleep,” Nick said.
“Sorry, don’t mean to bore you.”
“Oh, you didn’t, don’t worry.” Nick closed the drapes and came back to the bed, curling up behind Greg. He put his arm around the younger man’s waist, wrapping it up over his chest and pulled him closer, drawing the sheet up. He could tell from the sound of his breathing that Greg was already asleep. Nick listened to the slow deep breaths and soon was lulled to sleep himself.
He awoke as the room was growing darker. He was still cuddled up behind Greg, his cock erect and sliding in the cleft of Greg’s ass as his hips flexed automatically. He pulled Greg closer and reached for the lube from where it had landed on the mattress. He coated his fingers and slid them down the valley between the round cheeks, seeking the entrance, circling it gently. He moved down to get a better angle and sank his finger inside Greg, shivering as the blazing hot passage gripped him. He paused, waiting for Greg to adjust.
“Open for me, baby,” he whispered and as if the younger man heard him in his sleep, he sighed and relaxed.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Nick whispered again. A condom. Greg said he had more, but it meant he would have to get up and he really did not want to let go. But he really wanted to fuck Greg, so he had to. Reluctantly he pulled his finger out and Greg whimpered softly in his sleep. Nick uncurled himself and leaned over, snatching Greg’s jeans off the floor, rifling through the pocket. He laughed as over twenty condoms spilled out. Guess Greg was looking forward to getting lucky as much as he was, but was better prepared.
He put one on and rolled back behind the younger man, moving to a better angle. Pulling Greg’s top leg up over his arm, he lined himself up, slowly entering his young lover, gasping as the narrow passage opened to him, gripping him tightly, feeling like molten silk. Greg moaned and pushed back in his sleep.
Nick rocked his hips slowly, wanting this time to last. He kept his thrusts shallow and gentle, the feeling of being inside Greg aroused him in ways he’d never experienced before with a blinding awareness that was emotionally and physically overwhelming. He wanted to cry and laugh and shout all at the same time. It was like he’d been waiting all his life to feel this way and who would have guessed he’d find it here.
He felt Greg push back against him, his breath growing shallower and quicker. A jerk shuddered through the boy as he awoke and he moaned loudly as he felt Nick’s cock gliding in and out.
“My turn,” Nick whispered. He pulled Greg even closer and kissed the side of his neck. Greg reached back with his hand, gripping Nick’s ass to hold him in place and they moved slowly against each other. Nick trailed his hand softly down the center of Greg’s body feeling the trembling turn to shaking. He ran his fingers through the curly hair to the base of Greg’s cock, circling it to tease.
“Please… touch me…” Greg begged.
Nick held the hard length, running his thumb over the head, feeling the moisture he gathered, pressing on the slit gently. Greg thrust into his hand with a pleading whimper and Nick held him more firmly, stroking him slowly.
Greg started mumbling curses and encouragement under his breath as Nick strained to hear him. Suddenly he wanted to know everything about his beautiful boy.
“Fuck me… so hot… make me come… oh, fuck… I can’t… too much… love you… touch me… harder… fuck me harder…”
Nick smiled and drove harder into Greg, making sure to hit his prostate. Greg’s hips started moving faster and Nick clutched him, slippery with sweat as they moved fluidly together. Sensation rippled from his fingertips up his arms, warming his core, flowing down to the pressure gathering in his groin as he neared climax. He quickened the pace of his hand, firmly stroking Greg’s cock, adding a twist at the end, feeling the boy jerk harder as hot cum spilled over his hand. He gripped Greg’s hips more firmly, rolling him onto his stomach and thrust hard and fast into him, grunting as he came. He lowered himself, panting, onto the younger man’s back and kissed his cheek.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” he asked breathlessly.
He saw the lashes flutter and the smooth cheek dimpled.
“Does that mean you want to do it again?”
“Fuck, yeah. But don’t you want to fuck me next time to keep it fair?”
Greg laughed. “We don’t have to keep score; we can do whatever comes up.”
“I guess you’ll be coming up a lot then, being only nineteen and all,” Nick teased.
“Yeah, old man, guess I’ll have to order some viagra from room service for you,” Greg smirked. “Ow!” he yelped as Nick pinched his ass.
“Old man? I’m twenty-six and I can go as often as you can!” Nick snorted with faux indignation. “So can I fuck you again later?”
“As often as you want. When I go back to the ship I want to be so sore that I remember this every time I sit down,” Greg said seriously.
“I think I can fill that order for you,” Nick said, speaking low. “Speaking of room service, are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I am, totally,” Greg sighed.
“Fer sher,” Nick teased. “Would you rather go out or something?”
“I’m really tired, on the ship I’m on call all day; I’d just like to stay put if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Nick pulled away gently, disposing of the condom. “You wait on me all the time on board, let me take care of you for a while, baby.”
Greg rolled over to look at Nick curiously, surprised at the tone of his voice. Nick brought the room service menu over and sat next to Greg, pillowing his head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around him.
“Wow, this is expensive.”
“Doesn’t matter, I haven’t spent any money on this trip. Get whatever you like,” Nick offered.
“Isn’t the cruise expensive?” Greg asked.
“Maybe. I won the tickets in a raffle so it only cost me a buck,” Nick said. “And I was saving up for the tequila tour so I can afford a couple meals.”
“Thanks,” Greg said. Nick called and ordered while Greg lay propped on the pillows, watching Nick as he walked naked around the room. The sight of the golden body, muscles flexing gently as he moved was the best thing Greg had ever seen.
“It’s gonna be a half hour, want to take a shower?”
Greg nodded and dragged himself off the bed.
“Wow, you really are tired. Would you rather maybe sleep?”
“No, I smell,” Greg sniffed an armpit. “You do too.”
“If I do it’s your fault,” Nick said.
“My fault, how is it my fault?” Greg squeaked.
Nick walked closer until their naked bodies were flush against each other and hugged Greg, kissing him softly. “You’re just so fucking hot,” he whispered. He pulled Greg with him to the bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up, while he rested his mouth against Greg’s.
They stood in the shower, loosely holding each other and swaying under the warm water. Nick lathered up and stepped closer to Greg, sliding his soapy body against the slender one in his arms. Greg buried his face in the older man’s neck as he ground his hips lazily against Nick’s.
“We better get out, room service will be here soon,” Nick said softly.
“Yeah,” Greg agreed, but neither man moved as the water poured over them. Finally Nick pulled away and got the shampoo. He turned Greg and lathered up his hair, massaging his scalp gently, then pulled him under the stream of water to rinse him off. Greg stood compliantly, his eyes closed as his lover washed him. Then he smiled and Nick’s heart melted.
“Your turn,” Greg said.
“I thought we didn’t have to be fair,” Nick teased. “Besides, I want to wait on you for a change.”
He heard a knock on the door and said, “I’ll get it, I’ll be right back.”
Greg finished up and dried himself, walking into the room naked.
“That’s the way to enter a room,” Nick said appreciatively and Greg grinned at him.
“Bed or table?”
“How about the table?” Greg asked.
Nick pulled the trolley over and set up their meals at the table while Greg sat on a chair with the view overlooking the ocean. Nick had pulled the curtains back and opened the sliding glass door leading to the deck. The last of the sunset coloured the sky with a golden hue at the horizon and faint echoes of music and laughter drifted in on the warm night air.
“Wow, this is nice,” Greg said softly.
“Yeah, it is.”
Nick kept his glass filled and watched him eat as if he’d never seen such a fascinating sight. A part of him was yearning to do more for the beautiful boy, make sure he was fed and taken care of and he struggled with the unfamiliar feelings.
When Greg had eaten all he wanted, he pushed away from the table and went to the window. Nick turned out the light and came up behind him, wrapping his arms around the slender form and walking him out onto the terrace. He pulled Greg’s head back onto his shoulder and they looked up at the stars together.
“Stars are bright tonight,” Greg said, feeling the comforting warmth of Nick’s chest against his back.
“So are you,” Nick murmured into his ear.
“I know, I’ve got a scholarship-”
“That’s not what I meant,” Nick said, “Somehow, you shine like the brightest star in the sky. I can’t keep my eyes off you.”
“Or your hands.” Greg wiggled his ass against Nick.
“Or my mouth,” Nick whispered, mouthing hot little kisses over Greg’s shoulders.
“God, what you do to me,” Greg breathed, trembling as Nick’s hands roamed over his chest.
“I’d like to do more,” Nick said suggestively.
“Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Greg grinned back over his shoulder with another provocative little wiggle.
Nick put Greg’s hands on the railing and said, “Don’t move.” He dashed inside and got a condom and the lube. “Okay, where were we?”
“I think you were making a move on me,” Greg reminded him.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Getting forgetful in your old age?” Greg teased.
“I’m never gonna forget you,” Nick said with a little edge to his voice. He pulled Greg’s hips back and ran his hands over the long elegant line of his back; down to cup his palms over the firm rounded cheeks. “Your ass is cold.”
“You could warm it up for me,” Greg suggested.
“Glad to,” Nick said and slicked his fingers, sliding them in the cleft, finding the hidden entrance. Smoothly circling the opening, he slid his finger in slowly, watching Greg bend over, arching his back and bracing his arms on the railing.
“God, you’re still so tight,” Nick breathed.
“It’s been a while since… fuck, God… so good…” Greg moaned and thrust his ass wantonly back on Nick’s hand, “More… feels… so fucking good…”
Nick reached around and found Greg’s cock, stroking with one hand while he finger fucked his ass with the other.
“Oh, God, just fuck me… please…” Greg pleaded, his voice lifting.
“Shh, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good…” Nick withdrew his fingers and put on the condom with trembling hands. He ran his hands over heaving flanks as he would to gentle a horse. Greg thrust back hard against him and Nick caught his breath. Fuck, he looked so beautiful in the moonlight, spread open and begging to be fucked.
He lined up his cock and pushed inside slowly, the burning heat a shock after the cooling night air. He could swear there were embers glowing inside Greg that lit a fire in his blood, sending fingers of flame licking over his body, spreading from his groin to his outer edges. His fingers curled tightly, gripping Greg’s hips and he tried to loosen them but then gave up, liking the idea that tomorrow Greg would have bruises there to remind him of this.
He moved carefully, angling to hit the sweet spot, rocking slowly because he wanted to do this all night long. Nick dragged Greg to the edge and backed off, moving gently and built up again, until he couldn’t hold back any longer. With deep, long drives, he pounded into his young lover until he came with groan, which he muffled by biting down on Greg’s shoulder. He slumped over his back, shuddering with the power of his release, sliding a little against the damp skin.
He pulled out and turned Greg around, bracing his elbows against the rail, and dropped to his knees. Greg groaned and arched back as Nick licked the head of his erection softly, and thrust forward, urging him to take his cock.
Greg’s fingers twisted in Nick’s hair as he arched back over the rail. Nick sucked hard, not wanting to tease him and Greg came in hot spurts, shooting down Nick’s throat with a cry. Nick left his mouth on him as he shuddered through the aftershocks. He licked him clean and pulled him up off the rail.
“Come on, let’s go inside,” he said, drawing the boy inside.
Faintly he heard the sound of someone clapping on a nearby terrace and grinned as he steered Greg to the bed.
“You’re good,” Greg said. “I don’t think I’ve ever…”
Nick smiled, “Me neither.”
They snuggled together and Nick could feel the muscles in his lover’s body relax and his breathing grow slower.
‘What the fuck am I doing?’ he thought. He remembered Greg saying ‘I love you’ earlier and wondered if the young man even realized he’d said the words out loud. He looked down at his unconscious face as he slept, his lips slightly parted in a sated smile.
Nick woke up with a hot mouth on his cock. His hips were moving and Greg’s hands steadied them, trying to hold them still as his head bobbed up and down as he took in the dripping shaft. Nick watched his young lover kneeling beside him, his mouth stretched and a look of bliss on his face as he sucked.
“Wait… fuck… can’t breathe… stop…”
Greg pulled off with a last nibble at the hard ridge. “What do you want, baby?”
“I don’t want to come till you’re inside me,” Nick whimpered.
Greg scrambled to find his pants and a condom, putting one on as he walked. He paused as he saw Nick with legs spread wide, fucking himself on a lubed finger. Nick pulled the startled young man onto the bed, rolling him onto his back.
He straddled the lean hips with a wicked grin. “I’m gonna ride you.”
“Fuck.” Greg bit his lower lip, unable to take his eyes away as Nick slid himself slowly onto Greg’s cock, impaling himself to the root. His thighs burned as he set a fast pace. Greg raised his knees, and Nick arched back against them, one hand on his own cock, pumping furiously as he rode his lover.
He watched as Greg’s face contorted with the pained rapture of his oncoming orgasm. He slammed himself down against Greg forcefully again and again, and Greg shut his eyes. His mouth opened and he cried out desperately as he came, his hands clutching the sheets. Nick spilled over as he watched his beautiful boy climax and he slumped forward, sliding in his cum on Greg’s stomach.
“I feel like I’m never gonna get it up again,” Greg panted.
“Oh, that’ll probably last for an hour or so,” Nick mumbled.
“Yeah, if I hang around you. You make me so…”
“Hot?”
“More than that,” Greg said cryptically. He stretched under Nick luxuriously. “This has been like a dream or some fantasy.”
“Yeah, it has,” Nick agreed.
“And it’s over, I have to get back to the ship by twelve,” Greg continued.
“Will I see you on board?”
“Sure, but you know the rules, no fraternization,” Greg said sadly.
“But I’ll see you,” Nick persisted.
“Yeah.” Greg looked away. “Look I gotta take a shower.”
“Okay,” Nick rolled off and let him go. He called room service and ordered breakfast and coffee. He had the table all set up by the time Greg came out, clean, smelling sweet, his hair spiked.
“Mmmm, coffee,” he smiled and picked up a cup, strolling to look out the window.
“Come on, let’s have breakfast before you have to go,” Nick said and held the chair for Greg.
They ate in silence, not able to meet each other’s eyes. Greg got up and put on his crumpled t-shirt and jeans, packing his bag with his hair products and toothbrush. “So I guess this is it,” he said.
Nick came and held him gently, feeling a tremor run through the boy’s body. He moved to kiss him and Greg’s hand came up, holding his face as he kissed his lover tenderly. Then he tore himself away and not meeting Nick’s eyes, said, “Thank you, I had a great time. I’ll see you on the ship.”
The door slammed behind him as he stepped out the door.
Nick sat on the bed, burying his nose in the pillow Greg had used, inhaling his scent.
Greg walked back to the ship deep in thought. Fuck, what was he thinking? This started as a one night stand but somehow turned into something much more for him. He was pretty certain that Nick would remember this interlude as something pleasant, but nothing beyond that, whereas he already felt like bursting into tears whenever he thought about it. He tried to burn the memory of his lover’s gorgeous face into his brain, how he looked when he laughed, white teeth flashing in the tanned face, his spectacular body as he walked around unselfconsciously naked, Nick’s mouth as it devoured him, worshipped him, driving him insane with desire.
He didn’t expect anything from Nick. He knew the older man’s last name, but he’d never told his and he didn’t want the other man to feel obligated. It was just sex, great sex, the best sex of his entire life, but just sex. Yes, that’s all it was, nothing more. He sighed; maybe if he repeated enough times he’d finally believe it.
When he waited table that evening, Greg couldn’t bring himself to look Nick in the eye, he was so afraid of seeing regret or denial there. He carried on with his duties and waited in vain for a call to Nick’s cabin. Seemingly the older man had no need for Greg on the return trip however.
After the ship docked in L.A., Greg and the other staff stripped linen, bagged trash and made the ship ready to be restocked. At midnight he shouldered his duffel and walked wearily down the gangplank to the dock, waving goodbye to his friends, wondering if the last bus had gone.
And then he saw Nick, standing nervously, looking at him with pleading eyes and an uncertain smile on his lips. Greg smiled hopefully and stood stock still, trembling with fear.
Nick walked toward him slowly and Greg dropped his bag, holding out his arms.
Nick folded him into a crushing embrace and whispered in his ear, “I love you too, baby.”
~*~
Greg walked out of the hotel, his bag slung over his shoulder. He yawned and looked around for a taxi. Just then Nick’s truck pulled over the curb and the window slid down.
“Hey, sailor! Want a lift?”
Greg grinned and opened the door.
“What’re you doing here? I was supposed to get a taxi.”
“You looked tired, babe. Just wanted to make sure you got home okay.” Nick kissed him and put the truck in gear. “You were sleeping a lot. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Greg yawned again and slid closer to Nick on the seat. “Just too many doubles this week, I guess. I’m okay. I hope I didn’t spoil the scene for you.”
“No way, God, it was just, you were just … great.” Nick cast a worried look at his young lover as Greg leaned against him and closed his eyes. “Your place or mine?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Greg mumbled sleepily. “Home is where you are.”
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 8 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did- we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Boats, stars and a tropical paradise.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're having still much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again! Also we're posting early this week to save poor Laurie from the withdrawl she's been going through! :)
X-posted at csi_slash and nerdswithbadges
Part A: Nick
It was easy to hide his sexuality on the boat; hell, no one ever asked. Like the other men he had a small frame with a photo of a pretty girl stuck in the slats over his bunk. No one knew the photo came with the frame, no one asked. Nick never talked about his girl, but he’d hold the photo in his rough calloused hands and gaze at it with blind eyes, visualizing other faces.
After a couple days at sea, all the men were horny. By unspoken custom, the aft bathroom was commonly used for jacking off, leaving the other free for the usual business. The bathroom was tiny, the shower barely large enough for a man to wedge himself inside while sluicing the grime from his body. The toilet was practically wedged under the sink.
Like every other man, Nick went to the john and braced an arm on the door, holding it closed while he masturbated, his hand a blur on his cock, doing nothing but chasing physical relief. Unlike the other men, he didn’t fantasize about tits and pussy, but he kept that to himself. Any noises a man might make were politely ignored by the other crew.
So it was no big thing to be queer on a fishing boat, at least ’til this trip when Greg signed on. Nick liked Warrick, the captain of this boat, and he signed on with him whenever he could. But there was no such thing as a regular crew. If you were looking for a job and someone was hiring, that’s who you shipped out with.
Nick had never seen Greg before. In a crew of hard weather-beaten men, he looked young and fresh. Nick snorted as he thought that. Fresh was not a word he usually used other than in relation to fish. But this guy was young; his skin hadn’t been scored by the sun and wind yet. His hands were calloused though and his dark hair was lightened by the sun.
When Nick went to the john that night, he jacked off to a different image. Instead of anonymous arses and cocks, he saw the big dark eyes and long lashes of the new crew member, imagined sliding his rough hands over the slim body, and his cock leaped in his hand when he thought of burying himself deep in the young man’s arse. Long ribbons of cum shot from his dick; unwittingly he raised his hand to his mouth and licked it from his fingers. What the fuck? He never did that, hadn’t since he was a teenager. He cleaned up and went to his bunk, shaking his head. He better be careful on this trip.
The next night he went up on deck to smoke. He saw Greg standing alone in the stern, arms wrapped around himself as he looked up at the stars. He walked quietly to the younger man and stood behind him. Only one step more and he could touch him but he stood, silent, clutching his lighter and crushing his cigarette in his nervous hands.
“Stars are bright tonight,” Greg said.
Nick started; he didn’t think the young guy knew he was there. “You know how to navigate by them?”
“Sorta, I’m learning,” the young guy said with a shiver and looked back over his shoulder with a shy smile. “Seems like it might be useful if the instruments went out.”
Nick found himself smiling back and wiped it from his face. Roughly, he asked, “Don’t you have a warmer jacket?”
“Below,” Greg said.
Nick took a surreptitious look around and with a quick breath, took that last step to stand right against Greg. He felt the young guy shiver again, but the warmth between them was immediate. Neither said a word. Nick kept his hands by his sides, though he wanted nothing more than to pull Greg back against him, hold him and tilt his head back onto his shoulder so they could look up at the stars together.
Fuck, was he turning into some kind of mushy girl? He’d never had a thought like that before. He shook his head but couldn’t move away from the heat they shared. When they heard a door slam in the distance they simultaneously took a step away from each other. Nick’s hands came up, cupping his lighter as he lit his bent cigarette.
“You smoke?”
Greg shook his head no. “Well, I gotta get some sleep.”
Nick didn’t turn his head to watch Greg go. He looked up at the stars. When he finished his smoke he hit the john.
Next day they baited and set the lines, and the fishing began in earnest. They found themselves in rich waters; the work would go on day and night until the school of fish passed or they caught their limit. Lines were hauled in and baited again. Fish were shot into the hold with ice. The work was rough and dangerous; many a man had lost a finger hauling line in but it came with the job.
Nick went below to eat a quick meal and grab a nap. Until the fish stopped biting, a nap here and there was all the rest the men would get. The bigger the haul, the bigger their share of the proceeds; plenty of time to rest when you were dead or onshore.
Greg was at the table, shoveling in some kind of stew. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at Nick, his lashes making his glance unbearably flirtatious and inviting, but Nick assumed it was just a trick of those great eyes. He grabbed a bowl from the cook and sat down to eat.
When he finished, he glanced up to see Greg looking at him with an unmistakable message. Startled, he stared and saw Greg’s eyes flick toward the aft bathroom. His mouth must have dropped open because he saw a corner of Greg’s mouth quirk up and a tiny nod. He shut his mouth with a snap of white teeth and gave a quick nod in return.
Greg gave his bowl back to the cook and went aft. After a suitable interval Nick took his dish back and sassed Archie like he always did on his cooking. Then he went down the hall trembling with fear and anticipation. He hesitated in front of the door until a hand shot out, grabbing his wrist and hauling him inside.
He found himself pressed up against the door, Greg sucking insistently on his lower lip. Nick opened his mouth with a gasp and the younger man immediately plunged his tongue into his mouth, grinding urgently against him.
Nick kissed him back roughly, smashing his lips on his teeth, forcing a tiny whimper from the other man. Nick turned Greg to face the door, placing his hands against it. He kicked Greg’s feet apart and leaned against his back.
Greg gasped as rough, cracked hands shoved his shirt up, pinching and squeezing his nipples almost painfully as hot breath rasped over his neck. He felt the hands run down his chest and stomach, stopping to unfasten his pants. The hands pushed his pants down to his knees and came back up to squeeze his cheeks, then landed on his hips, pulling them back so he was bent at the waist and spread.
Nick spit on his hand and used it to moisten the other man’s hole. He spit on his hand again, stroking his cock, thinking maybe he could steal some cooking oil next time. He pushed into the younger man, hearing a sharp hiss at the first penetration. Ignoring it, he thrust harder, driving past the narrow ring of muscle as Greg pushed his arse back to hurry the invasion.
He wasn’t going to last long. The tight heat was too much for him, surpassing any fantasy he’d ever jacked off to in this tiny room. He braced his feet against the lip of the shower and thrust deep and fast into the younger man, fucking him hard.
Harsh breath and the slap of flesh meeting flesh were the only sounds in the tiny room. Greg braced helplessly against the wall, unable to grab his own aching cock. He slammed back against Nick as hard as he could, relishing the pounding the other man was delivering to his prostate, hoping this would last long enough for him to come.
Nick managed to pry one hand loose from Greg’s hips and reached around, gripping the hard velvet cock in his calloused hand and stroked in time to his savage thrusts, pulling roughly on the younger man’s dick.
Greg came, spurting over the door and Nick’s hand, gasping and trembling. Nick raised his hand to his lips, licking delicately at the hot fluid and suddenly was thrashing with his own orgasm, shooting his spunk deep into the other man’s arse.
Both men stood as they were, breathing hard for a minute. Then Greg pulled away and Nick had to bite back a moan as his cock slipped free from the comforting sheath of the other man’s body. Greg pulled up his pants and zipped them. He turned and kissed Nick hard, then stepped out the door.
Part Deux: Greg
Nick stood at the rail, watching people come on board. He’d been amongst the first to get on the ship, being prompt, courteous, trustworthy and brought up to be on time when invited somewhere. He’d never thought about taking a cruise; that was for later in life after he was retired and he and the wife wanted to see something of the world before they were too old.
Then he’d won the raffle, tickets for two. He’d been kind of seeing a guy at the time and they talked about going together, but things hadn’t worked out and now he had a room for two all to himself.
When he went to dinner, his worst fears were confirmed. He was the youngest person at his table; everyone and their wife were seeing something of the world before they were too old and they all seemed to have booked this cruise. Not that he was hurting for attention, all the ladies at his table were only too happy to flirt with him. But it was hard to take it seriously when preceded by, “What a handsome young man.” It would have been funny if he’d had anyone to share the joke with, but as it was, he was bored.
Until the waiter came to take their orders. He was slim, dressed in the ship’s uniform of black trousers and a short white jacket. His brown, wavy hair was neatly smoothed down and his skin had that light golden tan that the lucky few with fair skin were able to achieve. Nice cheekbones, good jaw line and chin, perfect nose all added up to a beautiful face. But the eyes! Hot coffee with plenty of sugar veiled by long lush lashes.
“Hello, I’m Greg, I’ll be your waiter for the cruise. Can I interest anyone in a cocktail or some wine this evening?”
Nick studied him without appearing to while he worked his way around the table, getting the orders. He looked like he couldn’t be more than eighteen. Maybe this cruise would be interesting after all.
After dinner Nick strolled out on the deck to shake off the all too attentive ladies from his table, looking at the stars, hoping the young waiter would come by. Hours passed and he got a drink, but no sign of Greg. Sighing, he retreated to his cabin. No glass in the bathroom.
He pushed the button for the steward and settled on the bed, turning on the television to see what movies they were showing. A discreet knock sounded at the door and Nick bounced up to get it. It was Greg, the waiter from the table.
“You rang, sir?” he said, without a tremor or smirk.
“I did, but I rang for the steward,” Nick said.
“I am the steward for this block of cabins, how can I help you?”
‘Oh I can think of a few things,’ Nick thought. “I need a glass, there isn’t one in the bathroom,” Nick said.
“Oh, I’m very sorry, sir. I’ll get one right away, is there anything else?”
“Nope, that’s it.” Nick returned to the bed to wait and within five minutes Greg returned with the glass.
“So, is this like your regular job, Greg?” Nick asked.
Greg’s pager went off and he looked at it quickly. “No,” he flashed a crooked smile. “Summer job. Duty calls, sorry, sir.” He hustled away.
Nick sank down on the bed to think up a strategy.
Next morning at breakfast, he tried to catch Greg’s eye. The young man was attentive, bringing orders promptly and making sure people were satisfied, but Nick thought there was a little extra warmth in his manner when the boy talked to him.
So he left his key behind on the table. After what he considered to be enough time, he went back to the table, catching Greg as he was starting to clear.
“Hey, hi!” Nick said.
“You left your key,” Greg nodded to it with a smile.
“Yeah, I know, I just missed it,” Nick said, smiling back.
“Whatever, that works,” Greg said. “Sir.”
“Okay, you caught me,” Nick grinned broadly. “Can I buy you a drink later?”
“Sorry, sir, we’re not allowed to socialize with the passengers,” Greg said demurely.
“Even if they ask really nicely?”
“Company policy, sir?”
“Well, when do you get off?”
Greg snorted at the double entendre, but answered, “Technically we don’t. We’re on sixteen hours, off eight, during which I sleep.”
“When do you eat?”
“In the kitchen, while we’re serving.”
“And why do you do this again?”
“Great money, keeps me going through school.”
“Where do you go?”
“Berkeley. Um, sorry sir, my boss is watching, I gotta go.”
Nick watched him walk away, gracefully balancing the heavy tray on his shoulder.
He pressed the button for the steward that evening and when Greg showed up at his door, he invited him inside.
“Um, I’m really sorry, sir, I can’t come in unless there’s something specific I can help you with,” Greg said regretfully, allowing his interest to show in his eyes.
“I do have something I need your help with,” Nick said flirtatiously.
“Relating to ship’s service, sir,” Greg laughed. “There are some things that are not offered as part of the cruise.”
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen, will that be all, sir?”
“For now,” Nick said and watched Greg’s ass in the tight black trousers as he walked down the hall.
Over the next several days until they docked in Mazatlan, Nick learned that Greg was studying chemistry, planned to work in a forensic lab, had a full scholarship but needed money for living expenses, he was incredibly bright and he smelled really good.
Greg learned that Nick was twenty-six, single, equally bright, a cop, from a law enforcement family and that he was fucking gorgeous.
But he would never go inside Nick’s room.
“Look, we’re going to be in port overnight, who would know if you came to my cabin,” Nick said persuasively.
“These things get around, sir. I can’t take the chance,” Greg said resolutely.
“Would you meet me someplace onshore?”
For the first time, Greg looked uncertain and Nick felt a glimmer of hope that maybe he was a little bit attracted after all.
“Please?”
Greg grinned suddenly. “In the name of good customer service, yes sir.”
“I’ll meet you in the lobby of the Emerald Bay Hotel at-”
“I know where it is but I can’t get there till about 4, is that okay?”
“Yeah, see you then.”
The door closed softly behind Greg, and Nick leaped up and punched the air. “Yessss!”
A few hours later found him sitting in the lobby of the hotel reading a local paper, looking up every five minutes to see if Greg had arrived. In the end Greg surprised him anyway, coming up and peering at him over top of the paper with a little grin.
“Hey!” Nick stood up, heart fluttering and a warm light in his eyes as he looked at the young waiter. Gone was the trim uniform, instead he had on a worn t-shirt, baggy jeans and flipflops. There was a small bag over his shoulder, but the best thing was his hair, all messy and spiky. It suited him, he looked even more attractive than Nick remembered and Nick had been putting in a lot of hours remembering.
He stood up and they stood there grinning at each other.
“So…” Greg said.
“So, what do you want to do?” Nick said, a little embarrassed. He knew what he wanted to do.
“Well, I don’t want to go on the tour of the tequila factory,” Greg answered.
“Come on, then,” Nick turned and headed for the elevator and Greg followed. He stepped inside and Greg lifted his brows in a silent question. Nick nodded and the younger man got in and stood next to Nick, their shoulders touching lightly. The doors slid shut and they stood in awkward silence, inhibited by other guests.
The elevator came to a stop and Nick led the way down the hall, stopping in front of a door and sliding a key card into the lock.
“You got a room?”
“Couldn’t get you into mine on the ship, thought maybe I could convince you-”
Nick found himself pressed to the inside of the door, being ruthlessly and thoroughly kissed. Hands were unbuttoning his shirt and then slipping inside, hot against his skin. Nick slid his hands under the t-shirt, running them up the boy’s back and over his shoulders, feeling the angular masculine line of bone and muscle.
They were struggling against each other, trying to get closer and Nick pushed himself off the door to take a step toward the bed. Greg staggered, off balance from the weight of his bag and pulled his arm free to drop it to the floor. They stumbled into the coffee table, knocking over a silk plant, rebounded off the TV stand and crashed into the desk. Nick pushed Greg up onto the desk, bending him back as they continued the deep kiss, tongues darting back and forth between their mouths.
Still kissing, Greg struggled upright and walked Nick backward toward the bed; they caromed off the nightstand and fell onto the bed together, legs entwined, rolling around in a fog of desire. Greg’s t-shirt was rucked up under his arms and Nick’s was pulled off his shoulders, but they couldn’t let go long enough get them off.
Nick broke away with a moan and dove to suck at Greg’s nipple, causing him to arch up and groan. One of Greg’s hands dropped to the bulge in Nick’s pants and pressed it, squeezing lightly. Nick bit down and jerked his hips into Greg’s hand.
Greg uttered a sound somewhere between a moan and a laugh. “Fuck, you are such a good kisser.”
“I’m biting,” Nick murmured into Greg’s skin.
“Don’t stop,” Greg mumbled back, hands fumbling with the fastening of Nick’s pants. “I’ll get this open one of these years.”
“Let me help, baby,” Nick left his mouth where it was and quickly unzipped his pants, pushing them down as far as he could without releasing Greg’s nipple.
“Thanks, I owe you,” Greg gasped as he got his hand on Nick’s cock. It just felt so damn good, hot and hard, skin as soft as velvet.
“Yeah, you owe me more than one,” Nick said, licking the other nipple.
“Can we get this one out of the way first?”
Nick chuckled and yanked Greg’s t-shirt over his head. “Fuck, you are so hot. And so is your hair.”
Greg rolled Nick onto his back and knelt, yanking his pants down. “Shit! Why are you wearing shoes?” He bent to wrench the shoes off and pulled Nick’s pants off. “And he scores!” he exulted.
“Not yet, you don’t.” Nick pulled Greg down and kissed him again, hands cupping his ass, pulling him closer. Greg ground his hips down into Nick’s, moaning loudly.
Nick flipped him on his back and pulled the jeans down without opening them. “I was wondering if they were big enough to-”
He yelped as Greg pulled him down onto the bed and growled, “Less talking, more fucking.”
“You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Next time, this time I’m fucking you,” Greg said throatily.
Nick shivered at the thought and decided to comply. At least he knew now there was going to be a next time. Greg dove for his jeans and pulled out a condom and lube.
“Only one?” Nick teased.
“There’s more,” Greg reassured him.
He knelt on the bed and slicked the condom on. Nick quivered as he looked at the nice erection Greg sported, longer and thicker than he would have thought on such a skinny guy. Then Greg crawled up between Nick’s legs, cock bobbing, licking his way up Nick’s stomach. His abs rippled with anticipation at the light, teasing touch.
“God I want you,” Greg whispered, staring into Nick’s eyes.
“You’ve got me right where you want me,” Nick smiled.
“Are you nervous?”
“Fuck, yes!”
“Good, I thought it was only me,” Greg said with a crooked smile.
“If you don’t do something with that soon, I think I’m going to pass out,” Nick growled.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to pass out if I don’t do something with it,” Greg smirked. He bent to kiss Nick’s stomach, rubbing his cheek against it for a moment.
“Need you… now…” Nick pleaded.
Greg ran his hands over Nick’s long muscular legs and wrapped them around his waist. He slipped a finger inside Nick, stroking the inner walls gently as he searched for the spot that made Nick cry out and jerk, tightening his legs. Greg lowered himself and entered Nick in one long thrust, feeling the older man’s heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gasped.
“God, oh God,” Nick moaned. He grabbed at Greg, practically clawing at his back in his urgency.
Greg couldn’t wait. He wanted their first time to be slow and gentle but Nick was so hot and so tight, he raised himself and thrust in a frenzy, a mad chase to bring them both to the edge and over. He pounded frantically into the silken heat, while Nick let out a strangled wail and thrust up to meet him.
It was fast, hard and wild. Greg reached for Nick’s cock, trembling as he stroked it and Nick’s hand closed over his, adding pressure as he spilled himself over both their stomachs. With a cry, Greg came after him, thrusting hard as he emptied himself inside his lover. He rolled as he came and Nick rolled with him, his legs still gripping the younger man’s waist. They fell to the floor with a thud, still writhing against each other. Greg looked up at Nick and pulled him down for a kiss, gentler now that the first desperate contact was over.
“Fuck!” Nick breathed.
“Yeah,” Greg agreed, looking up at the older man.
“Want to go to sleep?”
Greg snorted with laughter. “Well, yeah, I’m a guy.”
Nick laughed softly, “I think you proved it.”
“Oh, how?”
“Well, your cock’s still up my ass, I’d say that was a pretty good sign.”
“You’re on top, I can’t move,” Greg pointed out.
“I might just go to sleep here, I’m pretty comfortable.”
“I’m not, the floor is hard.”
“Okay,” Nick pulled away from Greg gingerly, then gave him a hand up. Greg swayed on his feet and Nick lowered him to the bed. “Take it easy, kid.” He took care of the condom and fetched a warm washcloth to clean them both.
Greg yawned widely. “You look tired, go to sleep,” Nick said.
“Sorry, don’t mean to bore you.”
“Oh, you didn’t, don’t worry.” Nick closed the drapes and came back to the bed, curling up behind Greg. He put his arm around the younger man’s waist, wrapping it up over his chest and pulled him closer, drawing the sheet up. He could tell from the sound of his breathing that Greg was already asleep. Nick listened to the slow deep breaths and soon was lulled to sleep himself.
He awoke as the room was growing darker. He was still cuddled up behind Greg, his cock erect and sliding in the cleft of Greg’s ass as his hips flexed automatically. He pulled Greg closer and reached for the lube from where it had landed on the mattress. He coated his fingers and slid them down the valley between the round cheeks, seeking the entrance, circling it gently. He moved down to get a better angle and sank his finger inside Greg, shivering as the blazing hot passage gripped him. He paused, waiting for Greg to adjust.
“Open for me, baby,” he whispered and as if the younger man heard him in his sleep, he sighed and relaxed.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Nick whispered again. A condom. Greg said he had more, but it meant he would have to get up and he really did not want to let go. But he really wanted to fuck Greg, so he had to. Reluctantly he pulled his finger out and Greg whimpered softly in his sleep. Nick uncurled himself and leaned over, snatching Greg’s jeans off the floor, rifling through the pocket. He laughed as over twenty condoms spilled out. Guess Greg was looking forward to getting lucky as much as he was, but was better prepared.
He put one on and rolled back behind the younger man, moving to a better angle. Pulling Greg’s top leg up over his arm, he lined himself up, slowly entering his young lover, gasping as the narrow passage opened to him, gripping him tightly, feeling like molten silk. Greg moaned and pushed back in his sleep.
Nick rocked his hips slowly, wanting this time to last. He kept his thrusts shallow and gentle, the feeling of being inside Greg aroused him in ways he’d never experienced before with a blinding awareness that was emotionally and physically overwhelming. He wanted to cry and laugh and shout all at the same time. It was like he’d been waiting all his life to feel this way and who would have guessed he’d find it here.
He felt Greg push back against him, his breath growing shallower and quicker. A jerk shuddered through the boy as he awoke and he moaned loudly as he felt Nick’s cock gliding in and out.
“My turn,” Nick whispered. He pulled Greg even closer and kissed the side of his neck. Greg reached back with his hand, gripping Nick’s ass to hold him in place and they moved slowly against each other. Nick trailed his hand softly down the center of Greg’s body feeling the trembling turn to shaking. He ran his fingers through the curly hair to the base of Greg’s cock, circling it to tease.
“Please… touch me…” Greg begged.
Nick held the hard length, running his thumb over the head, feeling the moisture he gathered, pressing on the slit gently. Greg thrust into his hand with a pleading whimper and Nick held him more firmly, stroking him slowly.
Greg started mumbling curses and encouragement under his breath as Nick strained to hear him. Suddenly he wanted to know everything about his beautiful boy.
“Fuck me… so hot… make me come… oh, fuck… I can’t… too much… love you… touch me… harder… fuck me harder…”
Nick smiled and drove harder into Greg, making sure to hit his prostate. Greg’s hips started moving faster and Nick clutched him, slippery with sweat as they moved fluidly together. Sensation rippled from his fingertips up his arms, warming his core, flowing down to the pressure gathering in his groin as he neared climax. He quickened the pace of his hand, firmly stroking Greg’s cock, adding a twist at the end, feeling the boy jerk harder as hot cum spilled over his hand. He gripped Greg’s hips more firmly, rolling him onto his stomach and thrust hard and fast into him, grunting as he came. He lowered himself, panting, onto the younger man’s back and kissed his cheek.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” he asked breathlessly.
He saw the lashes flutter and the smooth cheek dimpled.
“Does that mean you want to do it again?”
“Fuck, yeah. But don’t you want to fuck me next time to keep it fair?”
Greg laughed. “We don’t have to keep score; we can do whatever comes up.”
“I guess you’ll be coming up a lot then, being only nineteen and all,” Nick teased.
“Yeah, old man, guess I’ll have to order some viagra from room service for you,” Greg smirked. “Ow!” he yelped as Nick pinched his ass.
“Old man? I’m twenty-six and I can go as often as you can!” Nick snorted with faux indignation. “So can I fuck you again later?”
“As often as you want. When I go back to the ship I want to be so sore that I remember this every time I sit down,” Greg said seriously.
“I think I can fill that order for you,” Nick said, speaking low. “Speaking of room service, are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I am, totally,” Greg sighed.
“Fer sher,” Nick teased. “Would you rather go out or something?”
“I’m really tired, on the ship I’m on call all day; I’d just like to stay put if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Nick pulled away gently, disposing of the condom. “You wait on me all the time on board, let me take care of you for a while, baby.”
Greg rolled over to look at Nick curiously, surprised at the tone of his voice. Nick brought the room service menu over and sat next to Greg, pillowing his head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around him.
“Wow, this is expensive.”
“Doesn’t matter, I haven’t spent any money on this trip. Get whatever you like,” Nick offered.
“Isn’t the cruise expensive?” Greg asked.
“Maybe. I won the tickets in a raffle so it only cost me a buck,” Nick said. “And I was saving up for the tequila tour so I can afford a couple meals.”
“Thanks,” Greg said. Nick called and ordered while Greg lay propped on the pillows, watching Nick as he walked naked around the room. The sight of the golden body, muscles flexing gently as he moved was the best thing Greg had ever seen.
“It’s gonna be a half hour, want to take a shower?”
Greg nodded and dragged himself off the bed.
“Wow, you really are tired. Would you rather maybe sleep?”
“No, I smell,” Greg sniffed an armpit. “You do too.”
“If I do it’s your fault,” Nick said.
“My fault, how is it my fault?” Greg squeaked.
Nick walked closer until their naked bodies were flush against each other and hugged Greg, kissing him softly. “You’re just so fucking hot,” he whispered. He pulled Greg with him to the bathroom and turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up, while he rested his mouth against Greg’s.
They stood in the shower, loosely holding each other and swaying under the warm water. Nick lathered up and stepped closer to Greg, sliding his soapy body against the slender one in his arms. Greg buried his face in the older man’s neck as he ground his hips lazily against Nick’s.
“We better get out, room service will be here soon,” Nick said softly.
“Yeah,” Greg agreed, but neither man moved as the water poured over them. Finally Nick pulled away and got the shampoo. He turned Greg and lathered up his hair, massaging his scalp gently, then pulled him under the stream of water to rinse him off. Greg stood compliantly, his eyes closed as his lover washed him. Then he smiled and Nick’s heart melted.
“Your turn,” Greg said.
“I thought we didn’t have to be fair,” Nick teased. “Besides, I want to wait on you for a change.”
He heard a knock on the door and said, “I’ll get it, I’ll be right back.”
Greg finished up and dried himself, walking into the room naked.
“That’s the way to enter a room,” Nick said appreciatively and Greg grinned at him.
“Bed or table?”
“How about the table?” Greg asked.
Nick pulled the trolley over and set up their meals at the table while Greg sat on a chair with the view overlooking the ocean. Nick had pulled the curtains back and opened the sliding glass door leading to the deck. The last of the sunset coloured the sky with a golden hue at the horizon and faint echoes of music and laughter drifted in on the warm night air.
“Wow, this is nice,” Greg said softly.
“Yeah, it is.”
Nick kept his glass filled and watched him eat as if he’d never seen such a fascinating sight. A part of him was yearning to do more for the beautiful boy, make sure he was fed and taken care of and he struggled with the unfamiliar feelings.
When Greg had eaten all he wanted, he pushed away from the table and went to the window. Nick turned out the light and came up behind him, wrapping his arms around the slender form and walking him out onto the terrace. He pulled Greg’s head back onto his shoulder and they looked up at the stars together.
“Stars are bright tonight,” Greg said, feeling the comforting warmth of Nick’s chest against his back.
“So are you,” Nick murmured into his ear.
“I know, I’ve got a scholarship-”
“That’s not what I meant,” Nick said, “Somehow, you shine like the brightest star in the sky. I can’t keep my eyes off you.”
“Or your hands.” Greg wiggled his ass against Nick.
“Or my mouth,” Nick whispered, mouthing hot little kisses over Greg’s shoulders.
“God, what you do to me,” Greg breathed, trembling as Nick’s hands roamed over his chest.
“I’d like to do more,” Nick said suggestively.
“Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Greg grinned back over his shoulder with another provocative little wiggle.
Nick put Greg’s hands on the railing and said, “Don’t move.” He dashed inside and got a condom and the lube. “Okay, where were we?”
“I think you were making a move on me,” Greg reminded him.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Getting forgetful in your old age?” Greg teased.
“I’m never gonna forget you,” Nick said with a little edge to his voice. He pulled Greg’s hips back and ran his hands over the long elegant line of his back; down to cup his palms over the firm rounded cheeks. “Your ass is cold.”
“You could warm it up for me,” Greg suggested.
“Glad to,” Nick said and slicked his fingers, sliding them in the cleft, finding the hidden entrance. Smoothly circling the opening, he slid his finger in slowly, watching Greg bend over, arching his back and bracing his arms on the railing.
“God, you’re still so tight,” Nick breathed.
“It’s been a while since… fuck, God… so good…” Greg moaned and thrust his ass wantonly back on Nick’s hand, “More… feels… so fucking good…”
Nick reached around and found Greg’s cock, stroking with one hand while he finger fucked his ass with the other.
“Oh, God, just fuck me… please…” Greg pleaded, his voice lifting.
“Shh, baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good…” Nick withdrew his fingers and put on the condom with trembling hands. He ran his hands over heaving flanks as he would to gentle a horse. Greg thrust back hard against him and Nick caught his breath. Fuck, he looked so beautiful in the moonlight, spread open and begging to be fucked.
He lined up his cock and pushed inside slowly, the burning heat a shock after the cooling night air. He could swear there were embers glowing inside Greg that lit a fire in his blood, sending fingers of flame licking over his body, spreading from his groin to his outer edges. His fingers curled tightly, gripping Greg’s hips and he tried to loosen them but then gave up, liking the idea that tomorrow Greg would have bruises there to remind him of this.
He moved carefully, angling to hit the sweet spot, rocking slowly because he wanted to do this all night long. Nick dragged Greg to the edge and backed off, moving gently and built up again, until he couldn’t hold back any longer. With deep, long drives, he pounded into his young lover until he came with groan, which he muffled by biting down on Greg’s shoulder. He slumped over his back, shuddering with the power of his release, sliding a little against the damp skin.
He pulled out and turned Greg around, bracing his elbows against the rail, and dropped to his knees. Greg groaned and arched back as Nick licked the head of his erection softly, and thrust forward, urging him to take his cock.
Greg’s fingers twisted in Nick’s hair as he arched back over the rail. Nick sucked hard, not wanting to tease him and Greg came in hot spurts, shooting down Nick’s throat with a cry. Nick left his mouth on him as he shuddered through the aftershocks. He licked him clean and pulled him up off the rail.
“Come on, let’s go inside,” he said, drawing the boy inside.
Faintly he heard the sound of someone clapping on a nearby terrace and grinned as he steered Greg to the bed.
“You’re good,” Greg said. “I don’t think I’ve ever…”
Nick smiled, “Me neither.”
They snuggled together and Nick could feel the muscles in his lover’s body relax and his breathing grow slower.
‘What the fuck am I doing?’ he thought. He remembered Greg saying ‘I love you’ earlier and wondered if the young man even realized he’d said the words out loud. He looked down at his unconscious face as he slept, his lips slightly parted in a sated smile.
Nick woke up with a hot mouth on his cock. His hips were moving and Greg’s hands steadied them, trying to hold them still as his head bobbed up and down as he took in the dripping shaft. Nick watched his young lover kneeling beside him, his mouth stretched and a look of bliss on his face as he sucked.
“Wait… fuck… can’t breathe… stop…”
Greg pulled off with a last nibble at the hard ridge. “What do you want, baby?”
“I don’t want to come till you’re inside me,” Nick whimpered.
Greg scrambled to find his pants and a condom, putting one on as he walked. He paused as he saw Nick with legs spread wide, fucking himself on a lubed finger. Nick pulled the startled young man onto the bed, rolling him onto his back.
He straddled the lean hips with a wicked grin. “I’m gonna ride you.”
“Fuck.” Greg bit his lower lip, unable to take his eyes away as Nick slid himself slowly onto Greg’s cock, impaling himself to the root. His thighs burned as he set a fast pace. Greg raised his knees, and Nick arched back against them, one hand on his own cock, pumping furiously as he rode his lover.
He watched as Greg’s face contorted with the pained rapture of his oncoming orgasm. He slammed himself down against Greg forcefully again and again, and Greg shut his eyes. His mouth opened and he cried out desperately as he came, his hands clutching the sheets. Nick spilled over as he watched his beautiful boy climax and he slumped forward, sliding in his cum on Greg’s stomach.
“I feel like I’m never gonna get it up again,” Greg panted.
“Oh, that’ll probably last for an hour or so,” Nick mumbled.
“Yeah, if I hang around you. You make me so…”
“Hot?”
“More than that,” Greg said cryptically. He stretched under Nick luxuriously. “This has been like a dream or some fantasy.”
“Yeah, it has,” Nick agreed.
“And it’s over, I have to get back to the ship by twelve,” Greg continued.
“Will I see you on board?”
“Sure, but you know the rules, no fraternization,” Greg said sadly.
“But I’ll see you,” Nick persisted.
“Yeah.” Greg looked away. “Look I gotta take a shower.”
“Okay,” Nick rolled off and let him go. He called room service and ordered breakfast and coffee. He had the table all set up by the time Greg came out, clean, smelling sweet, his hair spiked.
“Mmmm, coffee,” he smiled and picked up a cup, strolling to look out the window.
“Come on, let’s have breakfast before you have to go,” Nick said and held the chair for Greg.
They ate in silence, not able to meet each other’s eyes. Greg got up and put on his crumpled t-shirt and jeans, packing his bag with his hair products and toothbrush. “So I guess this is it,” he said.
Nick came and held him gently, feeling a tremor run through the boy’s body. He moved to kiss him and Greg’s hand came up, holding his face as he kissed his lover tenderly. Then he tore himself away and not meeting Nick’s eyes, said, “Thank you, I had a great time. I’ll see you on the ship.”
The door slammed behind him as he stepped out the door.
Nick sat on the bed, burying his nose in the pillow Greg had used, inhaling his scent.
Greg walked back to the ship deep in thought. Fuck, what was he thinking? This started as a one night stand but somehow turned into something much more for him. He was pretty certain that Nick would remember this interlude as something pleasant, but nothing beyond that, whereas he already felt like bursting into tears whenever he thought about it. He tried to burn the memory of his lover’s gorgeous face into his brain, how he looked when he laughed, white teeth flashing in the tanned face, his spectacular body as he walked around unselfconsciously naked, Nick’s mouth as it devoured him, worshipped him, driving him insane with desire.
He didn’t expect anything from Nick. He knew the older man’s last name, but he’d never told his and he didn’t want the other man to feel obligated. It was just sex, great sex, the best sex of his entire life, but just sex. Yes, that’s all it was, nothing more. He sighed; maybe if he repeated enough times he’d finally believe it.
When he waited table that evening, Greg couldn’t bring himself to look Nick in the eye, he was so afraid of seeing regret or denial there. He carried on with his duties and waited in vain for a call to Nick’s cabin. Seemingly the older man had no need for Greg on the return trip however.
After the ship docked in L.A., Greg and the other staff stripped linen, bagged trash and made the ship ready to be restocked. At midnight he shouldered his duffel and walked wearily down the gangplank to the dock, waving goodbye to his friends, wondering if the last bus had gone.
And then he saw Nick, standing nervously, looking at him with pleading eyes and an uncertain smile on his lips. Greg smiled hopefully and stood stock still, trembling with fear.
Nick walked toward him slowly and Greg dropped his bag, holding out his arms.
Nick folded him into a crushing embrace and whispered in his ear, “I love you too, baby.”
~*~
Greg walked out of the hotel, his bag slung over his shoulder. He yawned and looked around for a taxi. Just then Nick’s truck pulled over the curb and the window slid down.
“Hey, sailor! Want a lift?”
Greg grinned and opened the door.
“What’re you doing here? I was supposed to get a taxi.”
“You looked tired, babe. Just wanted to make sure you got home okay.” Nick kissed him and put the truck in gear. “You were sleeping a lot. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Greg yawned again and slid closer to Nick on the seat. “Just too many doubles this week, I guess. I’m okay. I hope I didn’t spoil the scene for you.”
“No way, God, it was just, you were just … great.” Nick cast a worried look at his young lover as Greg leaned against him and closed his eyes. “Your place or mine?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Greg mumbled sleepily. “Home is where you are.”