by BA Tortuga
“Yeah.” It was overwhelming to think about that, to think that there could be whales underneath them.
Sharks.
Atlantis.
Just under them.
“You gonna be okay, sugar?” Oh, that felt good, the way Max was rubbing his back, then his tummy.
“I am.” He hummed, almost purred, moving into those touches. “I can’t wait to be all done with the sick thing so you can show me everything.”
“Oh yeah. I want you to see all sorts of shit. But this is nice too.” His Max. Always so cool about shit.
“This is good.” He closed his eyes, breathed Max in deep. “Tell me a story, cowboy.”
“What kind of a story?” Warm and rough, Max’s hands smoothed down his back, lips pressing against his temple.
“Mmm…. Tell me about the happiest day of your life, about the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen.”
“Hmm. The happiest day of my life? That’s hard to say, sugar. Used to be I’d say when I hit my first gusher. These days? I have a lot of them.”
Oh. Oh cool. He felt warm all through, relaxed. Home. “How old were you, when you struck oil?”
“Maybe twenty-one. I was so fucking excited. It wasn’t much of a deposit, though. The big one came maybe five years ago. Set me up for life.” Mmm. Max’s voice was low, rumbly. Mesmerizing.
“Cool. When I was twenty-six, I was living in Los Angeles, playing as an actor.” His lips brushed along the soft cloth of Max’s shirt.
“Yeah? Did you like it?” Cheek rubbing the top of his head, Max hummed, soothing him. It was sweet.
“Los Angeles? It was okay. Lots of drugs. Lots of speed. Things are really fake there.” Not like this. Not like Max.
“Sounds excruciating.” Chuckling, Max shifted them gently, pulling him up on Max’s chest so he barely felt the motion of the boat. “I was still in Oklahoma. I got to traveling not long after that. People started asking for me a couple years later.”
“Are we ever going to go see your house? Your dogs?” Morgan would like that, to explore, to search through Max’s home.
“Yeah. Yeah, we will. After this trip. It’d be good to go home. You’ll like the house. Kinda in the middle of nowhere, though.” Max sounded wry.
“Hey! I have proven I can survive the middle of nowhereness! I managed without a cappuccino machine and everything!” He winked, grinned, finally feeling good enough to tease.
“This is true. If you can survive camping in the jungle, you can do anything. Love for you to see my place.” Max gave him a squeeze, a pinch.
He chuckled. “I bet there’s a porch and a big barbeque deal in the backyard.”
Oh, he must be better if he could say barbeque and not hurl.
“Yeah. A big one. We can have all sorts of fun.”
He nodded. “We have been having fun.” He met Max’s eyes. “Thank you for not leaving me in Rio. I know that it can fuck with people, having Frank and his guys always searching.”
“Made me more mad than anything. You seem pretty damned capable to me, sugar.” Those dark eyes were dead serious.
“I am, if they don’t have me stoned and strapped to a bed. I do just fine.” Of course, he’d never really had to do without his bank account, his trust fund, but there wasn’t any reason to think about that too much.
“Yeah.” Leaning up, Max kissed him, lips soft. “Hell, I can even see your daddy wanting to keep tabs. A man like that must think of things like kidnappings and shit. I just think he does it wrong.”
“Yeah.” Eventually his father would find Max, talk or threaten or write a really amazing check or whatever, and this would be over. Until then, though? Morgan was hanging on.
And Max was hanging on to him, petting, loving on him, making all the sick go away. Well, that and the drugs.
He worked Max’s shirt off, needing the flavor of Max’s skin. “You make me happy, cowboy.”
“Good. I could make that my goal in life, sugar.”
He hummed, lips fastening around one nipple, pulling in long, slow motions.
Max moaned, just like he knew Max would, those little bits of flesh so sensitive, so responsive. Those big hands excited rather than soothed, cupping his ass, squeezing a little.
He wiggled, pressing close now, rubbing against Max, back against those hands.
“Mmm. Morgan. Feels good.” The rocking they did sure didn’t feel like the boat. Max’s hips rose and fell, lifting him right up.
“Oh.” He groaned, teeth threatening Max’s nipple.
He got a gasp, a full-body shiver. “Sugar, that… damn. That makes me crazy.” Max squeezed harder, fingers digging into the muscles of his backside.
“Sweet. Want you.” He bit, thighs parting.
“Always, sugar. Always.” Max lifted him, and suddenly his thighs dropped on either side of Max’s, his cock pressing hard.
“Yeah….” He moaned, stretching along Max’s body. Oh. Oh. He’d been needing this.
Max knew. He always knew. How else could he get the pressure just right, get the spread just right, making his thigh muscles scream? Max licked along the side of his neck, beard stubble rough on his cheek.
“Uhn….” His toes curled, eyes closing as electricity shot up his spine.
He got a low, wicked laugh. “You must be feeling better, sugar.”
He took a bite. “Feeling you.”
“Mmm.” Max shifted a little, moved just right, and that thick cock was pushing against his. Pulling them up tight, Max rubbed, giving him friction, giving him hard moans.
Oh yeah. Just that. Just there.
Morgan started moving, his motions meeting Max’s, cock hard and needy, skin dragging against Max’s.
He could taste the salt of the sea on Max’s skin, could almost feel it wherever he touched. Max was smiling at him, warm, naughty, looking happy as anything.
“You… mmm… you like the ocean. You look… young.” He grinned, arched.
“Oh thanks, sugar. Because I’m so old all the rest of the time.” Max was laughing at him now, popping his ass, biting his earlobe. Hard.
“Bitch!” He chuckled, meeting those happy eyes, fingers tweaking Max’s nipples. “And I’m older.”
“Oh.” Max bucked under him, eyes hot. “Again, Morgan. Do that again.” He could feel how much Max wanted it in the rough touch of Max’s fingers, in the hardness of that sweet cock.
“Mmm…. You just wait ’til they have rings and I can tug.” He loved teasing, driving Max crazy. He twisted the nubs just a bit.
“Oh God.” Max rocked, shifted, panting suddenly.
“Uh-huh. Take them in my teeth.” He moaned, tongue dragging over Max’s skin.
“Yeah. Oh. Like yours.” Max reached between them, pulling one of his rings.
“Mmm… yeah. Yeah, cowboy.” His body arched, hips rolling. “More.”
“Like that.” Max was just all over him, pinching, watching him. Seeing him.
“Just… just like that. Fuck. Just….” Their eyes met, Morgan gasping.
“Love you, Morgan. You know that, right?” Oh. Oh fuck, the way Max was rubbing against him, fingers twisting his nipples….
He nodded, words lost as he came, fingers tight on Max’s skin.
Max practically shouted, watching, panting, finally shooting hard against his skin, hot and wet, and so, so right.
“Okay. Okay. So. I can learn to like boats.”
“Yeah? They do say a little physical activity can take your mind off seasickness.” He got that look again, that happy, laughing, fucking addictive look.
“Seasickness? What’s that?” He took a hard kiss, rubbing them together. “We smell like us now.”
“Smells good. That must be the trick. We just need to break in the bed first wherever we go.”
“You have the best ideas.” He nodded, fingers trailing over Max’s scalp. “Time to shave you, cowboy.”
“Yeah. Think you’re steady enough?” One of Max’s eyebrows went up,
the challenge clear.
“I wouldn’t hurt you.” He grinned, pinched. “Be good or I won’t let you trim me.”
Heavens knew Max teased him about his carefully trimmed and manicured pubes often enough. Like a guy could wear a Speedo all… bushy.
“I’ll behave, I promise.” Such a solemn look. Too bad it was belied completely by the twinkle in Max’s eyes. “You’re getting a little fuzzy yourself.”
He stuck his tongue out, stud waggling, teasing.
“Oh now. Better not be making promises if you’re not gonna keep ’em.” Max pinched him, making him jump.
He leaned and dragged the stud over Max’s ear. “Keeping every single fucking one, cowboy.”
“Thank God.” Shivering, Max pulled him around for a kiss, hard and deep, finding his stud and teasing it.
He moaned, both of them rocking together in time with the boat, Max’s body making it sex instead of… whatever it was before Max got naked.
“Gonna get me going again, lover.” Oh yeah. Like that was a complaint.
“Promise? I’m sure we’re low on our orgasm quota for the week.”
“You think?” Max made a great show of counting on his hands. “Damn. You’re right. You’d better get the lube.”
He chuckled and reached. “The lube and the Viagra….”
“Sugar, I don’t need Viagra with you around.” Max’s hands slid along his skin as he leaned, short nails dragging.
“Mmm….” He arched, toes curling. “Oh, do that again….”
Ask and you shall receive, yeah? Max did it again, a little harder, watching him. Always watching.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip, humming low. He closed his eyes, settling back against Max’s heat. “’S good….”
“Yeah. It sure is.” Max settled him in place before taking the lube away from him. “Want inside you.”
Had to love a man with a plan. “I’m all yours, cowboy.”
“All mine.” Cool, slick fingers slid into his crease, pressed him open. Two of them sank right inside him, opening him up just like that. God, Max knew him so well, knew what his body would take.
Max’s thumb nudged the ring embedded behind his balls, and he spread a little farther, offered a little more. Shit, he loved that dull, deep feeling, that tug.
Those fingers spread him, worked him, got him all ready for that thick cock that was just waiting for him.
“Come on, Max.” He was moving now, riding Max’s fingers. Going from wanting to needing. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah. Okay, sugar. Yeah… just. Get me ready.” Max handed him the little tube, distracted him with those searching fingers, pegging that spot inside….
“Oh. Oh. Again. Please.” He fumbled with the tube, lips open as he panted, body begging. Max made him. Yeah. Wow. Damn.
Max got him again, right there, looking up at him with such heat. That heavy cock rubbed at his balls, waiting.
The lube spread over his fingers, wet and cool, and he reached for Max’s prick, pumping and slicking in time with the fingers inside him.
“Oh hell, Morgan. Now.” Max slid his fingers out, hands gripping Morgan’s hips instead. Uhn. That cock, thick and hot and so damned hard, opened him up, pressed in.
Yes. His head fell back, throat working, taking Max in deep.
“Max. I…. More.”
Max gave him more, seating that big cock deep in him, right where he needed it. Hips rolling, Max started moving them, fucking him just like he’d asked for.
He could feel everything—the heat of Max’s skin, the brush of curls on his balls, the way the metal ring pressed and shifted with every stroke.
“Love. Yeah.” Once he got moving in rhythm, Max let go of his hips, touching him, tracing his lips, his cheeks, pushing up into his hair.
He just nodded, nonsense words bubbling out of him that all meant yes and love and yours and so good.
They were probably doing more to rock the boat than the ocean. Max shoved up inside him, muscles straining, hands sliding over his throat, his chest, grabbing the little rings in his nipples again.
Pure electricity shot through him, his ass clenching Max tight, muscles going taut. “Fuck, yes!”
“Oh. Morgan. Yeah… just. Yeah.” Max looked like he was in heaven, looked like there was nowhere he’d rather be.
He nodded, panting. So close. So. “Max. I…. Oh….”
“Come on, sugar.” Max was stroking him, pulling him, coaxing it all out of him.
He nodded, body shuddering, balls emptying just like that.
Those dark eyes widened, Max’s body jerking under him, heat filling him deep inside as Max came too, so hard the whole bunk shook.
“Mmm….” He leaned down, lips brushing Max’s, watching his cowboy fly.
Max chuckled, tongue coming out to touch his lips. “I think we cured you.”
He nodded. “My own personal cure-all.”
“Good for what ails you.”
Morgan laughed, nodded. “Yes, I think so.”
Leaning in, he rubbed his nose against Max’s. Yeah. He could learn to like the boat.
MAX FINALLY got to lead Morgan above deck on the third day out. Which was a perfect day for it, as it was sunny and mild and the ocean looked amazing. Holding Morgan’s hand, Max pulled him along until they could see the horizon, then just turned him and let him look.
“What do you think, sugar?”
Those dark eyes were huge. “Oh. Oh wow. Max. It… it just goes and goes and goes.”
“Yeah.” He kinda hoped that wasn’t a bad thing. “I think it’s beautiful. Maybe it’s ’cause I grew up in Oklahoma, landlocked, you know?”
“It’s… it’s…. Wow.” Morgan looked up at him, the look stunned, awed. “Thank you.”
Oh, that was good. Max grinned at Morgan, relieved as anything. “You’re welcome, sugar. There’s all sorts of shit we can do out here, but I thought we might just want to laze.”
“I could sit and watch this with you forever.” Morgan leaned back against him, relaxed and easy.
“Oh, good.” Squeezing, he moved them over where they could sit together, sort of out of the way. He could sit with Morgan forever too. Too damned good.
Morgan leaned back against his chest, fingers sliding on his thighs. “Have you always liked boats, cowboy?”
“No.” Man, he remembered his first one. Leaky tin can, tossing about in the north Atlantic, cold as a witch’s tit in a brass brassiere. “The first one I was on scared the bejesus out of me.”
“Yeah? Why did you stick with it?”
“I needed the money. I was headed out to a rig. You wouldn’t believe how many oil rigs float.” He petted Morgan’s belly, loving how it quivered under his hand.
“You’re braver than I am.” Morgan looked up, smiled. “You must think I’m spoiled rotten.”
“Nope. If you were a bitch or a little whiner? Yeah, I would. But you’re not, sugar. You’re fun, and you love life… nothing wrong with that.” Morgan was so far from spoiled that it was amazing. He was the most unspoiled person Max had ever met.
He got one of those pleased little smiles, dark eyes just shining. “Oh. Cool. Are we going to see whales? Sharks?”
“I bet we’ll see something cool.” Lord knew, he’d never taken this crossing before, had no idea what they’d see. But he figured they’d see all sorts of shit. He distracted Morgan with a little bite on the back of his neck.
“Mmm…. Toothy cowboy.” Morgan’s ass rubbed against him, a moan sounding.
“Mmm-hmm. The better to eat you with, yeah? I love the way you taste.” Max looked around. No one was paying them any mind at all. He reached up, flicked Morgan’s little nipple rings through his shirt.
Morgan arched, groaning low. “You wait. One day it’ll be you.”
He sucked in a breath. Just the threat of that made him… well, hard, not to put too fine a point on it. His cock pushed right up against Morgan’s ass. “I’m thinking on it, for sure.”
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br /> “I’d go with you. Hold your hand.” Morgan looked back, winked. “Watch.”
Those eyes. Watching him. God. “Yeah. I… I wouldn’t do it without you watching.”
Morgan’s breath came a little faster. “Good. I don’t want to miss a thing. Not a second.”
“Yeah. Yeah, sugar.” He was rocking a little, trying not to moan out loud. The things this man did to him.
“Oh. Oh man. Love how hard I make you.”
“You sure do it.” He was just aching. One of his hands dropped to Morgan’s lap, stroking.
Morgan responded by pushing against him, rocking against his prick, rubbing him.
Fuck. He rolled up against Morgan’s ass, just feeling happy in his bones. And in his bone. He laughed at himself, nuzzling under Morgan’s hair.
“Mmm… my happy cowboy.” The wind blew over them, cool and wet, a sharp contrast to the heat between them.
“Very.” There was something about Morgan’s daddy’s men bearing down on them in Brazil that made him feel trouble was brewing, made every moment seem precious. Max pressed against Morgan with the heel of his hand, massaging.
“Oh. Oh, that’s…. Yeah.” Morgan nodded, hips making sharp little motions now, into his hand, back against his cock.
They were just gonna… yeah. Oh damn. He reached, dipped his fingers into Morgan’s waistband, searching for skin.
Morgan sucked in for him, gave him room. Those lips turned, brushed against his jaw. “Please. Fuck.”
“Shh. Promise I’m not gonna stop.” Not unless some other passenger came along and called them on it. Could you be arrested for indecency at sea? Max grinned, hand cupping and squeezing.
Morgan swallowed his moan, nodding and pushing right into his touch.
That skin was so hot, so good under his fingers. All he could do was nibble and lick Morgan’s throat, pet that sweet cock, and rock, feeling.
Morgan’s lips were parted, and if someone walked up? No one would doubt what was going on, the passion and need painted on that face.
“C’mere, sugar.” When Morgan turned his face up, Max took a kiss.
Morgan purred, opened and let him in deep, rocking hard now, so fast.
They went faster and faster, both of them tight, hard, needing it so bad. The kiss stole his breath; the feel of Morgan’s ass grinding against him through their clothes made him pant.