Sink or Swim

by Lissa Kasey

  Beau opened his eyes, the beautiful brown staring glossily at me. I held his gaze as I started pushing forward, gasping as the tight gloved heat of him nearly overwhelmed me when I slid through the guardian ring. It always amazed me how well we fit together.

  He hissed, and I stopped, waiting to make sure he was all right. He watched me through long dark eyelashes, his lust-filled eyes almost black in the low light. Nodding, he pushed his hips down, forcing me deeper inside. I licked my lips and slowly pulled back out, pushing back in just as slow.

  The engines kicked into a higher gear, and the boat rocked under us. As the bed moved, I was forced back into Beau harder that I had expected. He wrapped his legs around my hips and pulled me in.

  “Yeah, harder. Just like that, baby,” he said, tilting his hips up to meet each thrust.

  I rolled in deep and held still, feeling the motion of the waves bouncing us around, timing myself to the rhythm. When I thought I had it, I pulled out as the boat fell, and pushed back as it went over each crest, forcing myself further into Beau. He arched his back and rested his head on the bed, moaning loudly with each of my thrusts, his hands rubbing my chest, pinching my nipples and clinging to me any way he could. I worked one forearm under his knee and lifted it over my shoulder.

  “Oh! Fuck, yes!” he cried out.

  “Is that what you wanted?” I pumped harder, thrust faster as the boat settled into its cruising speed.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes!” he chanted, louder and louder as I kept fucking him harder and harder I was getting close, so I reached down to grab his cock, and he came almost immediately. “Oh, fuck, Abe!” he yelled as he came in spurts over my hand. All his muscles tensed up, and the tightness squeezing my cock was nearly unbearable. I tried to move inside him.

  “Beau!” I shouted as I came, his leg slipping off my shoulder. I managed to brace myself as I collapsed on top of him, just barely keeping from crushing him. “I love boats.” He chuckled and held me tight to him.

  “Beau,” I said again, my voice hoarse from the shouting.

  He ran his fingers through my hair and the other down my body. “I’m here, baby. Not going anywhere without you.” He kissed my head as he stroked the scar behind my ear. “Not letting anyone else have you ever again.”

  He shifted under me, and I slid out from inside him. He reached down to pull the condom off and drop it on the towel he had left next to the bed. Then he dragged the covers up and pushed me over, closer to the wall, spooned me, and let the covers fall back over us. He wrapped his arms around me, and I laced my fingers with his, caressing his arm as I pulled his hand up to kiss his knuckles. “I love you, Beau.”

  His stubble scratched my neck as he smiled. “And you’re going to marry me,” was the last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep.

  ####

  Sometime later Beau shook me awake. “What?” I grumbled at him groggily. We’d been traveling for days, wasn’t it okay to sleep through the last of the trip?

  “There’s a party topside. And I want to dance with you.” He tugged at my arm like a little kid.

  My stomach growled.

  “And there’s that, too. Dinner’s waiting.”

  I finally opened an eye to stare at him and had to blink a few times to be sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. Beau wore a crisp white suit, silk tie included. The color contrasted nicely with his dark hair and tanned complexion. In fact, he looked so hot my dick did a heavy twitch-and-fill that had me more awake than I had a right to be. “Holy…”

  Beau did a little turn. “Like it?”

  “Yeah. How about you come here and I help you take it off?” So I could fuck his brains out again.

  He shook his head, angel smile taking over his face. “Yours is in the bag.” He pointed to a dry-cleaning bag that hung off the edge of the bathroom door. “Get dressed please. You have ten minutes.”

  “Ten minutes till what?”

  But he bounded up the stairs like he hadn’t heard me. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed. Ten minutes, right. Shower first, then clothes. He could wait a few more minutes for his dinner and dance. I washed off again, dried my hair and combed it back before getting into the suit. Unlike Beau’s white suit, mine was a pale charcoal gray. I guessed Mr. Medina had a dress code for dinner. It fit perfectly, and the tie was bright blue, matching my eyes.

  Staring at myself in the bathroom mirror didn’t change my reflection, but it did help me feel more confident. We were going to live on an island where love knew no gender. I couldn’t imagine asking for more. After adjusting the tie and cuffs one last time, I headed up the stairs into a clear starry night on a cruise ship to paradise.

  Lights were strung around the edges of the deck in a colorful array. Several couples snuggled together under the star-filled sky moving only from the sway of the boat. Everything felt so perfect. Was this really happening to us? Could we really find paradise together?

  I turned to find Beau, but Medina stepped up and gently grasped my arm. “I hope you do not think I really wanted you to pay for the flights. Beau mentioned you’d become alarmed. However, I do not run that kind of operation.”

  Those things had only been in my head because Beau had suggested them. “No problem. It was just a little joke of Beau’s. I should be used to his pranks by now.”

  “That one will keep you on your toes.” Medina steered me toward the bow of the ship. “Perhaps you can tame his wild streak a little.”

  “I don’t know. I kind of like…” My ability to speak disappeared when I saw Beau standing in a lighted pergola looking very unsure of himself. The couples that had been lounging before all moved around us quietly, taking their places under the lights.

  “Will you allow me to escort you?” Medina’s soft accent voice brought me back down to earth.

  I blinked at him several times, not sure if I was interpreting things correctly. “We’re getting married right now?”

  A gentle smile stretched across his face. “Indeed. Unless you do not wish too.”

  Oh, I wished too all right. “Okay.”

  Medina led me down the makeshift aisle, strangers smiling at us brightly. My heart thundered an Indy-car race pace until Medina put Beau’s hand in mine. Then the world just seemed to stop.

  “Breathe, baby,” Beau whispered.

  I did, but all I could see was him. The suit a perfect fit, making him stand out as the amazing catch he truly was. Dark eyes glistening even in the low light, reading of warmth and joy. Palm sweaty in mine, but gripping me like only I could hold him in place. He was so beautiful.

  “Beau?” Medina asked.

  Beau nodded, free hand coming up to touch my face. “Abram McGregor you are the love of my life, the joy of my heart, and the reason I’m in this world. I didn’t know life until you wound up on my beach with a concussion. Every day I’ve feared what would have happened if we’d never met, or if I’d lost you that day. But that’s all over. From this day forward it’s just you and me, unsinkable forever.”

  Tears flooded my sight, making it hard to see him. He brushed them away with a tender finger, eyes boring deeply into mine.

  “Abram?”

  “Beau,” I began and had to clear my throat to keep the words from coming out cracked. “You are my paradise. Nothing and no one could ever mean more to me than you do. I’ve feared for a long time that you’d find someone better and move on, and that would have killed me. Now all I want is to spend the rest of forever with you.”

  He smiled, lips curving so sweetly I wanted to kiss him.

  “Was that okay?” I whispered to him and Medina. It wasn’t as if they’d given me any time to practice or think of lines.

  “Wonderful,” Medina replied, then looked to Beau. “Rings?”

  Beau pulled a pair of small black silicon O-rings that he must have taken from the SCUBA supplies out of his breast pocket and put one on my finger. “With this ring I make you mine forever. Until the oceans dry up and the heavens cast us out, I
promise to love you.” He dropped the other ring in my hand and held up his own.

  I swallowed and followed his lead. “With this ring I make you mine forever. Until the oceans dry up and he heavens cast us out, I promise to love you.” I slipped the ring on his finger, and he laced our fingers together.

  “You may now kiss. May I present to you all our happy new couple: Abram McGregor and Beauregard Travers. May they know peace, prosperity and love for all the rest of their lives.” Medina held his arms out to us, gesturing for us to kiss. Everyone clapped, cheered and laughed, offering congratulations.

  Beau was the first to move. He slammed his body against mine, enveloping me in his arms, and pressed his lips to mine. I let him stay there a moment, savoring his breath, before opening to his questing tongue. In that moment, I closed my eyes and let the feeling of happiness take over me. I let my hands rub his back, one finally finding a place on his neck, where the little mark I’d given him earlier stood out. He seemed to have no intention of releasing my mouth from his, and that was okay.

  People patted us on the back, whispering well wishes as they dissipated to other areas of the boat. Medina had even made a comment about seeing to it that we got proper wedding bands and documents. The words made me smile and pull away from Beau for a moment, giving him small pecks on the lips and jaw.

  “Forever, baby.”

  That was for sure.

  He still gripped my hand, but now he pulled me toward the dining hall. “Dinner first then dancing. We have the first few days off to get settled,” Beau said.

  The stars winked in the sky, and not even the swaying of the boat could bother me now. “I want you to stay up all night with me. Tomorrow will be the first sunrise of the rest of our lives. I want to watch it with you.”

  “Now and forever, babe.”

  The End

  About Lissa Kasey

  Lissa Kasey lives in St. Paul, MN, has a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing, and collects Asian Ball Joint Dolls who look like her characters. She has two cats who enjoy waking her up an hour before her alarm every morning, and sitting on her lap to help her write. She can often be found at Anime Conventions masquerading as random characters when she's not writing about boy romance.

  Please visit http://lissakasey.com for more information on new releases, works in progress, and contact details.

  About Xara X. Xanakas

  In high school, Xara X. Xanakas shunned typing class assignments in favor of writing cliffhangers that would drive her friends nuts. She’s been toying with writing ever since. More than twenty years later, she has finally found her inspiration. A wide cast of characters, including a menagerie of shape shifters, keeps pressuring her to write their stories, telling her about themselves at some of the most inopportune times.

  Her fine arts degree has been absolutely no help in the IT job she uses to pay the bills. She lives in Texas with her biggest fan and two cats.

  Please visit http://xaraxanakas.com for more information on new releases, works in progress, and contact details.