One Year

December II

 

As much as Brian wanted to taste everywhere else on the blond writhing beneath him, he knew if he took his mouth away from Justin’s the other man would probably bolt. Instead, he held Justin behind the neck with one hand as he continued to use his tongue to short out the younger man’s thought processes, like kissing Justin was such a hardship, and he let his other hand roam over the rest of the lithe form he wanted to devour.

Justin moaned when Brian tugged at the hem of his shirt. Whereas Brian was already naked because he always slept in the nude, Justin had insisted on sleeping fully clothed, but that was hardly a deterrent now. Brian’s fingers swept under the tee and over the blond’s heaving chest, quickly discovering the nipple ring. That was a pleasant surprise. Brian tugged on it and was rewarded with a louder moan and the blond arched into him. Another tug and a slight pinch, and Justin’s fingers dug into Brian’s shoulders. Jesus, he was so responsive. Brian briefly wondered how the fiddler could let him get away, but gratefully his cock overrode such banal shit. Who the fuck cared when this blond boy ass was about to be his? That was all that mattered.

Suddenly impatient, Brian slid his hand down to the waistband of Justin’s shorts. The blond protested slightly with a weak whimper until the older man’s hand plunged inside his underwear and the long warm fingers wrapped around his erection. Another pleasant surprise. The blond had an impressive endowment for someone so small in stature. Brian ran his thumb over the weeping tip and the shaft pulsed hotly. He lubed his fingers with the pre-cum and firmly stroked the length several times. As expected, Justin started moving with him, naturally fucking his hand—and his mouth.

Brian created a tight seal with his lips around the blond’s jabbing tongue, sucking it like a cock. He knew it was having the desired affect when Justin put his hands on both sides of Brian’s head and started thrusting harder. The blond started to tremble and Brian reluctantly pulled away. He knew he could make the man come just like this, but he wanted to know if Justin was reacting to him or the memory of that f—someone else. Not that it mattered, sex was just sex, but... it did. It fucking mattered to him now.

Shit.

The older man expected to see regret or repulsion in the blue eyes when he broke the kiss, but instead he was caught by two beautiful blue orbs unlike anything he ever seen. Justin’s eyes were glazed and dark with wanton lust as he stared back at Brian for a moment before they fluttered shut again.

No! "Look at me," the older man ordered gruffly.

Justin’s eyes opened again, but they were barely slits under the heavy lids. Curiously, Brian slowed his had to see what the blond would do. Would he beg? Just the thought made his cock ache, but Brian fought the urge to give himself relief. Instead, he let his fingers slid under the tight sac, weighing the fullness of Justin’s balls in his palm. He gently kneaded them and Justin’s ragged breathing hitched in his chest as he mewled softly. Every little sound went straight to Brian’s dick.

But the older man’s complete undoing was when the blond’s eyes started to clear a bit. As he backed away from the edge of his orgasm, Justin seemed to regain some clarity, but his acquiescence never wavered. His gaze was still locked with the older man’s but it seemed to suddenly be piercing him deeper. The blond was looking INTO him. Unnerved, Brian tried to pull away, but Justin’s hands were still holding his head and they slid forward to cup his face. Fingertips light as feathers grazed over his skin, tracing every line and contour. The younger man’s eyes now studied him intently. It was like he was committing every nuance to memory.

When Justin’s fingers moved over his lips, Brian caught his thumb out of reflex, raking his teeth over the smooth pad. Justin gasped from the sensation and Brian did it again, alternately soothing the little stinging nips with his tongue. The older man saw the blond’s eyelids flutter again as the shimmering blue rings darkened once more. He was back in control.

Banishing any thought of what had happened moments ago, the older man turned his attention back to his previous goal. He still wanted to hear the blond beg before he fucked him. Withdrawing his hand, he used it to roughly push Justin’s shorts and briefs down around his thighs. But before he could resume his minstrations, the bathroom door swung open.

"Brian!"

Justin suddenly panicked, trying to pull away, but the older man held him close to his body, shielding him from Michael’s sight. He felt Justin’s heart pounding against his chest as the blond’s cheeks flushed with heat and burned against his neck. Then there was the electric current that shot through them both as their bare cocks pressed together.

"That’s my bed!" Michael yelled again. "What the hell’s the matter with you? Can’t you ever keep your fucking dick to yourself?" He glared at the prone form tangled with Brian’s, but the trick hadn’t moved. "Jesus, is the guy even conscious this time?" Without waiting for an answer the irate man stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him.

 

***
 

When the coast was clear, Justin flew off the bed, struggling to straighten his clothes. What the fuck had he been thinking?!

"What are you doing?"

Justin told himself not to look, he knew Brian was naked and sprawled across the bed, but despite his better judgment, he couldn’t help himself. Now that he was actually looking at all of the man fully naked and erect, his mind went blank again except for one trivial realization. There wasn’t a single tan line anywhere on the man’s bronzed body. It was a few moments later when he realized Brian was watching him with a bemused smirk, still waiting for an answer. What did say?

Right. "I—I--" Justin stuttered around his suddenly parched mouth. "Leave," he finally blurted.

"Excuse me?"

Justin blushed impossibly darker. "I’m leaving," he rasped dryly.

"Why?" Brian asked innocently enough.

Jesus, what didn’t he understand? Justin forced his eyes to the floor where he gratefully spotted his shoes. "I gotta go," he insisted miserably. "I gotta get off--"

Brian leaned over and caught his wrist. "I thought that was what we were doing."

The blond jerked his arm away as if he’d been burned. He didn’t want to be reminded, as if he’d ever forget. "Off the boat," he hissed, his anger at himself increasing with each passing second. First, Ethan, now this. What the fuck was wrong with him? Shaking himself mentally, he forced himself to concentrate on just getting home, then he would deal with the rest later.

As soon as the boat docked he’d go to the airport and catch the first flight off the goddamn island and get as far away from this nightmare as he could get. He snatched his coat from the back of the chair and was out the door without a second glance.

 

***
 

Brian watched the flustered blond flit about gathering his few things together as he mumbled aloud. He didn’t make another attempt to stop the man from leaving and simply waited for the cabin door to click shut again before he reached for his erection and slowly jerked himself off.

The brief glimpse he got of Justin’s perfect bubble-butt was all he needed to quickly cum, imagining he was shooting inside that tight ass. But once he was done, he pushed any thoughts of the other man aside. Justin was gone and Brian was fucking glad to be rid of the damn twat. That ass wouldn’t have been worth all that drama in a million years.

Stretching slowly, he got up and went to the bathroom to piss and shower. Then he would get something to eat and see if Michael wanted to go ashore for a bit.

 

***
 

Brian found Michael on the promenade deck, with Dr. Dave and his family, and the CEO of some company he forgot the name of that had been cruising him heavily during dinner the night before. He was the first bad fuck of the night, before the fiddler, and Justin. Jesus, three strikes, he was outta there!

"Brian," the balding man drawled and slung his arm around the brunet’s shoulders before he could get away. "I was just asking Michael if you were planning to go ashore for the day. I rented a boat to tour around the island and would love it if you could join me."

Brian raised an eyebrow. "Isn’t the point of going ashore to be ON shore?"

The CEO steered him away from the others so they could talk in private. "Of course, that’s afterward," the man winked. "I have a special proposition for someone of your...talents."

Before Brian could tell him he wouldn’t be wasting anymore of his talents on HIM, the purser came to deliver a message to the CEO. While the man was preoccupied, Brian excused himself and turned back to Michael, only to find himself face to face with the fiddler.

"There you are," an elderly woman interrupted as they sneered at each other. The fiddle player turned and forced a smile. "Mrs. Pierce."

"I was just at your cabin, but your friend wasn’t in. Is he feeling better?"

Brian had been about to walk away again when he heard Ethan lie. "Yes, much. He’s about somewhere. Couldn’t wait to get some fresh air after you gave him your tea."

She smiled. "I’m glad to hear it, I just wanted to give him some more. He really should keep drinking it so he doesn’t get ill again. When you see him, tell him to stop by my cabin and I’ll fix him up again."

"I will ma’am, thank you."

The woman nodded and shuffled away, calling after her husband who’d wandered off ahead of her.

Ethan turned to walk away, uncomfortable in Brian’s presence, when the older man cut in front of him. "Justin won’t be having any more problems with motion sickness."

The fiddler gaped at him, then glared, his eyes narrowed. "How the fuck--"

"He’s gone."

"What?"

"He said he’s taking the first plane off this goddamned island to get away from this nightmare." Brian smiled blandly. "I’m assuming he meant you."

"He told you that?" the musician asked incredulously.

Brian shook his head. "I just overheard him. But the point is, you can catch him if you hurry."

The older man saw a glimmer of hope in the fiddler’s eyes before they dulled suspiciously. "Why do you care?"

Brian shrugged. "You could call it my good deed for the day."

Ethan blinked at him, then nodded. "Thanks, man."

The older man watched the fiddler run back to his cabin. "I said you could call it that, but I wouldn’t," he chuckled to himself.

"Brian," the CEO called out, finally spotting him again. Brian grimaced as he felt the pudgy arm wrap around his shoulder once more. "I don’t know how to break this to you, but I have to fly home, there’s an emergency. In fact, I’ve got a car waiting for me right now."

Brian nodded. "That’s too bad."

"But let me give you my card and if you ever need anything or want to--"

"How about a ride to the airport?"

 

***
 

"Brian!" Michael shouted as he ran down the boarding planks, waving the note Brian had left for him as he gathered a few belongings from the cabin.

"Want to come too, Mikey? What will the doctor think?"

Michael ignored him. "What do you mean you’re getting off here?" he asked angrily as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Brian, we need to go," the CEO called impatiently from the car.

"You’re going with him?!"

Brian didn’t bother to correct his friend and just pecked him on the cheek. "Thanks for sending the rest of my stuff home, Mikey."

"Brian, you cannot fuck your way to a promotion!" Michael yelled after him, but Brian just waved as he slid into the car and closed the door.

He leaned back against the cool leather interior and once again his thoughts wandered to the blond he’d almost had that morning. He was only doing this because he obviously needed to just fuck the kid so he could get it out of his system. A good night’s fuck and a couple days on the beach picking up a few other tricks was a far better vacation than the fucking love boat he just abandoned.

But if he hadn’t been on the boat, he wouldn’t have met Justin…

Brian shifted uncomfortably as his cock swelled again. Jesus, how many times was he going to have to jerk off before he got his dick in that ass?

His attention was brought back to his current companion when the CEO cleared his throat. Brian barely sparred him a glance until he felt the man’s hand on his erection. Brian looked up and smirked as the man blatantly licked his lips. What the hell, if he was offering. The man lacked any real skill, but Brian only needed to imagine he was fucking Justin to get off. The brunet opened his pants and let the CEO suck him off—twice—as they sped to the airport.

 

***
 

When Brian got to the terminal, there were three flights ready to take off back to the states, but only one connected to an international flight. He bought a ticket so he could get past security and ran down the concourse. As he turned the corner, he saw Ethan run up to the ticket counter.

 

***
 

Finally, the flight attendant opened the door and they began boarding. Justin gathered the remains of his makeshift lunch and threw them in the trash before taking his place in line. He was almost to the front when he felt a hand grab his arm.

"You’re not leaving yet, Goldilocks."

Justin’s heart skipped a beat as Brian tugged him from line. "What are you doing?" he snapped, struggling to regain some composure as his knees wobbled when he saw hazel eyes flashing at him. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the man since he’d left his cabin…

Brian caught him around the waist and grinned wolfishly. "Happy to see me? Generally they don’t fall down until AFTER I’ve fucked them."

Justin snorted and shoved him away. "Leave me alone or I’ll have you arrested for harassment!"

"Your hubby’s here."

"What?!"

"He just bought a ticket and he’ll be coming around that corner any second."

Justin’s eyes darted down the concourse. "How?" the blond asked in disbelief.

"I told him."

The younger man felt like he’d just been punched in the gut. Any fantasy he might’ve briefly been entertaining regarding the handsome stranger suddenly shattered. "I don’t understand," he mumbled numbly. This wasn’t happening.

Brian’s eyes abruptly darted to the left and Justin knew Ethan was coming. Before he could react, Brian grabbed his arm and pulled him along to the carrier’s Admiral Lounge entrance just behind them. The older man flashed the attendant a premiere membership card and they disappeared behind the wall of tinted glass before Ethan burst into the gate area.

The fiddler looked around for a moment then got in line to board as Justin watched his hope of getting away cleanly disappear. Dammit. All he’d wanted was a fucking day’s head start. He could’ve been packed and gone before Ethan got back home.

Justin didn’t realize he was mumbling out loud again until Brian pressed against him from behind, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You deserve better than that."

"You did this!" the blond lashed out, elbowing him back. "What the fuck do you want from me? Haven’t you done enough already?"

"Obviously not," the older man snapped back irritably. "If you aren’t paying attention, I just gave you three more options than you were looking at five minutes ago."

The blond snorted. "How do you figure that? Either I’m stuck with Ethan on the plane, or I’m stuck with Ethan at ho—you didn’t do this to save my relationship, did you?" he asked skeptically.

Brian raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, that’s why we’re in here and he’s out there."

Justin sighed. "Right. So what the fuck--"

"This is your chance to give him the big fuck off once and for all. HE goes home to dreary cold Paris and YOU stay here in the Caribbean celebrating your new freedom."

Brian sank into one of the plush leather recliners and pulled out his cigarettes. He put one in his mouth and gestured to Justin to sit in the other chair opposite him as he searched for his lighter.

Justin remained standing, but he reached out and took the cigarette from Brian’s mouth, snapping it in two before dropping it in the ashtray. "That’s one, what are the others?"

"Huh?" Brian scowled.

"You said there were three options," Justin prodded. He didn’t want to admit it, but he kind of liked the idea of pulling one over on Ethan and letting HIM feel like shit for a while.

"Actually, that’s the why," the older man corrected. "Here’s the how: One, you can get back on the boat and finish the cruise. Mrs. Pierce has some more tea for you so you can enjoy it in relative comfort. Two, you can fly somewhere else and do whatever you want while he wonders where the fuck you are and who you’re doing. Or behind door number three…is a hotel room down the road with a fully stocked bar, whirlpool, and king-sized that’s all less than five feet away from crystal blue water and miles of pristine white sand. We can fuck our way from one end of the beach to the other."

"We?" Justin asked in shock. He hadn’t really cared for the first two options, but the third…

Brian nodded curtly.

Justin blinked at him. He knew there had to be some catch. "What about your rules? Not fucking anyone you know, never spending the night with—how long are you planning to stay?"

Brian rolled his tongue in his cheek, an expression that Justin couldn’t read crossing his face, before responding, "Until I get my needs met. I’ll probably leave tomorrow."

Justin felt a twinge in his gut until he realized that was a bold-faced lie. This man wouldn’t go to so much trouble just to get laid. He could have anyone he wanted. And he wanted HIM.

Brian tapped his lighter against his leg. "So are you coming or going?"

Justin glanced over his shoulder and saw the flight attendants securing the door. Right about now Ethan would be realizing he wasn’t on the plane, but he couldn’t do anything about it. "Come on," he called over his shoulder as he left the lounge. He knew Brian was following behind him without even looking.

Justin stopped in front of the big glass window looking out over the runway as the plane backed away from the gate.

"What are you doing?" Brian asked from a few feet away.

Justin peered at the small windows on the plane, wondering where Ethan was seated. "I want him to see me." He cast a sidelong glance at his handsome companion. "And you."

Brian seemed to weigh his comment for a moment, then moved behind him. He nuzzled Justin’s ear and whispered, "Do you think he’s watching?"

The blond shivered and leaned back into his embrace. "Yes."

"Do you think he knows I’m going to be fucking you before he even gets off the ground?"

Justin gasped softly. God, yes. He imagined Ethan pressed against the window, glaring angrily as he watched them walk away together. He knew that would be his former partner’s expression. Anger at being set up. But he knew Ethan didn’t feel any real remorse, or he wouldn’t have fucked everything up. Then fuck him. Justin didn’t care anymore.

"Let’s go."



 

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