Cruising -Book 2 in the Men in Motion Series

by GA Hauser

  “Ah!” Julian shouted in surprise. “Holy shit!”

  Closing his eyes in euphoria, Brodie knew it would be fantastic. Knew it. That scent of testosterone, male sex, cologne, sweat, it was an aphrodisiac and it was making his head swim. Gripping that long cock at the base, Brodie sucked it to the tip, then down to his hands again. It didn’t feel odd, it didn’t make him want to choke, it just felt right. Absolutely right. And the thrill it was sending to his re-hardened cock reinforced his thoughts. Yes! I knew it! Yes! Come for me! Come for me you beautiful god!

  ~

  Julian had never expected such a vigorous blowjob. Having his cock sucked by a man, someone who knew how it felt, where all the spots of pleasure were, well, who knew it would rock him to the core? Okay, Julian, you’re gay. Okay? No more deciding. Sex like this? Every night? I’m gay! He felt like shouting out his epiphany, but before he did, he shot out come like a fountain. And that sexy mother-fucker was draining every last drop from him as if he needed more to satisfy him. And Julian knew if Brodie kept it up, he’d have more to give.

  Feeling his heart pounding through his hand as it rested on his chest, Julian closed his eyes as Brodie’s hot tongue continued to lap at him gently. “Oh man…” he sighed, “that was unbelievable, Brodie.”

  “Julian, you taste so fucking good.”

  Chuckling, never hearing Amelia exclaim that in any of their sexual play, Julian actually couldn’t remember Amelia ever sucking it at all.

  ~

  Brodie didn’t want to stop. Was he supposed to stop? Finally giving Julian’s cock a rest, Brodie stared at Julian’s dark pubic hair and the line of hair that led to his belly button. As Julian recuperated, his breathing still heavy, Brodie pushed Julian’s white shirt up his chest, wanting a better look at the whole package. As he exposed Julian’s torso, Brodie sat up so he could get a better view. “Jesus, Julian. You’re fucking amazing.”

  Julian reached out his hand, touching Brodie’s arm gently. It brought Brodie’s attention back to his eyes. Stretching across the narrow mattress, Brodie leaned over Julian’s chest, kissing him. As Julian opened his mouth wide to suck on Brodie’s tongue, Brodie maneuvered himself so he was resting on top of Julian’s body. Their two dicks lay side by side between them. Rock hard.

  Brodie wanted to do this all week. Forget the stupid dinners, the corny night club acts, just let them fuck for a week, order the food delivered, stay naked, and never leave the cabin.

  His hips began to move again as his hunger became insatiable. “You any idea how long I’ve waited to do this to a man?”

  “Really?”

  Brodie blinked, “Did I just say that out loud?”

  “Yes,” Julian laughed.

  “I’m such a dork.”

  “You’re not a dork.” Julian brushed Brodie’s hair back from his forehead. “It’s fantastic, Brodie. I suppose I should say the same thing. I’m just petrified of the label that goes with it.”

  “Don’t talk about it.” Brodie frowned. “Let’s pretend it’s normal.” He pumped his hips against the ones under him. “Jesus, I need to come again.”

  “I suppose it is a ‘normal’ lifestyle for some men.”

  Brodie thought about Paden and Tim. “Forget that.” He rolled to his side and played with Julian’s dick again.

  “What time is it?” Julian checked his watch. “Crap.”

  Brodie felt a pang of jealousy.

  “Amelia should be out of the salon by now.”

  “So?”

  “Brodie, please. You know I’ve come onboard with a woman.”

  “Yeah, a woman who irritates you.”

  “Nonetheless, I am stuck with her for the duration of the trip.”

  Feeling betrayed, Brodie leaned back. “Oh? Nice one, Julian. Make me feel used why don’t you?”

  “Brodie!” Julian protested when Brodie stood up angrily.

  “I get it!” Brodie fastened his jeans. “Just an experiment. No problem. Same to you, pal.”

  Julian sat up on the bed. “Cut it out, Brodie. There’s no need for this.”

  “No need? No? So you go on your merry way playing Mr. Straight with the ditzy Amelia while I sit alone in this fucking cabin wishing you were here?” Brodie bit his lip. What was he saying? It sounded like he was attached or something. “Never mind. I’m just tired. I get it. Go.”

  Slowly Julian stood. After fastening his pants, tucking in his shirt, he held Brodie’s shoulders, unable to catch his eyes. “I’ll do what I can. But I have to be fair. Amelia and I are on this trip together. And I can’t crush her. Think about what Melanie did to you. And it would be worse. She can’t leave.”

  Nodding, Brodie knew he’d overstepped his boundaries. “Yes. I know. I don’t know why I got so possessive.”

  Julian held Brodie’s jaw and kissed him. When he parted he replied, “Because there’s something here, Brodie.”

  “Is there?” Brodie laughed nervously.

  “Yes.”

  Shrugging pretending it didn’t really mean anything, Brodie followed Julian to the door.

  “Christ, I should shower, I probably smell like you.” Julian laughed.

  “She won’t know.”

  “We’ll meet up. I’ll manage something.”

  “Okay, whatever.”

  Julian kissed him once more, vanishing out the door. As Brodie closed it, he rubbed his face tiredly. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

  Chapter Five

  It took every ounce of courage he possessed. Brodie dressed in a casual pair of black slacks and a long sleeve cotton shirt. It wasn’t another gala event. Just informal tonight, but jeans weren’t allowed. Looking in the mirror on the dresser in his tiny cabin, Brodie imagined a quick bite, then perhaps a stroll around the promenade to walk off dinner, followed by shoving some coins into a slot machine and several glasses of hard liquor.

  “So? Do you look like a queer now, Brodie?” he asked his reflection. “Sucked cock. So? What does that make you?” A nasty sneer curled his lip. “A cock-sucker.” The thought made him laugh. “Yeah, so what.”

  Pocketing the key, taking a quick look at the state of the room, he tried not to recall the gorgeous stud that had been lying on his bed a few hours ago. Brodie shut off the light and left the cabin.

  On his way to the dining room, as usual, couples abounded. Snuggling, kissy-kissy, romantic pairs of men and women all two by two like Noah’s fricken ark. It made him sick to his stomach. Split in half over what he had done with Julian, Brodie wondered why he never fit into that mold. There really was no reason for it. He was brought up like a normal guy. His dad threw a ball to him in the park. They loved sports, sat through many a Seahawk and Mariners game. He drank heartily, loved fitness and activities involving hard working bouts of sweat, grew facial hair. I’m a man. Yes, I am. He hummed the Chicago tune in his head. Pausing before entering the intimidating space of the massive dining hall, Brodie took out the tiny card that indicated his table number. Twenty-two. Where the fuck is twenty-two?

  “Can I help you?”

  Sighing with relief at the same kind waiter that had assisted him the night before, Brodie showed him his card. “Any idea where that is?”

  “Follow me, sir.”

  Moving passed the table he knew was reserved for Julian and Amelia, Brodie hoped he was clear on the other side of the room so he didn’t have to see them together. At first it hadn’t mattered. It sure as shit did now. If they kissed he’d go ballistic.

  “Here you go, sir.”

  Not far enough away. Shit. “Thanks.” Brodie tried to be polite and smile at the two senior citizen couples already sipping wine. “Hi.” He made a slight wave, sitting down, knowing his state of being on his own would be the topic of discussion. He couldn’t very well say his chick was sick all week.

  They introduced themselves as if he would remember their names a minute later. Nodding, mumbling his name, having to repeat it for them as they tilted their hearing aids his way,
Brodie enunciated it clearly, “Brodie. Brodie Duncan,” while placing the napkin on his lap, trying not to grow annoyed. He wasn’t angry at them, he was angry at the world.

  “Oh. We thought no one was sitting in those seats,” one of the old ladies said. “No one was there last night.”

  “I was invited to sit with the captain.” Brodie almost kissed the waiter as he poured him a glass of red wine. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure, sir.”

  Immediately sucking down half of the glass from the anxiety he was enduring over this flying solo fiasco, Brodie felt the eyes of four senior citizens scrutinizing him.

  “The captain’s table. That’s nice.”

  “Yes. It was nice. It wasn’t any special deal. They just choose people at random.”

  “Are you on this trip alone?”

  Brodie figured that was coming next. “Uh. Yeah.” He didn’t have to explain anything to them. What were they? His goddamn grandparents?

  “Well, there are a couple of nice women at our table,” one of the ladies informed him, which he took as a warning not as the promise of companionship she intended. “Glenda and Marlene. There’s also a young couple here on their honeymoon, Sandy and Bob. Very nice people.”

  Goodie. Brodie finished his wine.

  As the room filled and the noise level cranked up, he kept his eye on the door for Julian. They were two large round tables apart, but ironically facing each other as they sat. A small commotion of greetings brought him back to reality. Glenda and Marlene descended on their group. Both were chubby, mid-forties, with short hair and light make-up. Brodie assumed they were a gay couple but was quickly proven wrong when the flirting began.

  “Brodie did you say? That’s a nice name.” Marlene pointed to the empty chair that separated her from him. “Is your girlfriend coming?”

  One of the old ladies butted in, “No dear, he’s here on his own. A nice eligible bachelor.”

  Oh God, shoot me. Brodie reached for the wine bottle but the waiter beat him to it and poured for him. “I’ll give you a fiver if you keep this thing filled all night.” The waiter smiled knowingly.

  “What do you do, Brodie?” Glenda leaned across her friend to speak to him.

  “Computers. Nothing exciting.” He gulped the wine trying to rush the effects of a good high.

  “Do you live in Canada?”

  “No. Washington.”

  “Oh, we’re from Oregon.” Glenda smiled sweetly. “Where in Washington are you from?”

  About to scream at what was beginning to feel like a job interview, Brodie didn’t know if he could take this every night for an hour or two. But it went against his grain to be rude. “Near Seattle.”

  “Oh.” Just as Glenda geared up for another question, Brodie noticed the last two occupants of their table of ten arrive. The couple that were smooching in the whirlpool. Could life get any better?

  An arm reached across him, pouring more wine. Brodie blinked in surprise. “Keep that up and I’ll give you more than a damn five!”

  The waiter laughed shyly.

  At his joke, Brodie found everyone staring at him. “I was kidding.” He shook his head, avoiding their curious gazes.

  Sandy and Bob were introduced to him, as if he cared.

  “We’re on our honeymoon,” Sandy crooned, her hand tightly clasped to her pudgy, short-haired hubby.

  Nodding, Brodie figured that explained the pawing they were doing in public. “Congratulations.” He smiled at them. Then he noticed Julian making his way to his table, Amelia beside him. The sharp ache in his gut made his amiable expression change. The moment Julian sat down, he immediately scanned the area. They caught eyes.

  “Are you here alone?” Sandy asked.

  Brodie was lost on a set of blue eyes gazing at him in longing.

  “Yes, he is,” Glenda whispered to her.

  “That’s cool, I guess. I would never have the guts to come on a ship on my own.”

  Bob nudged her to be quiet. Sandy pouted at the rebuking. “What?”

  Brodie ignored them, pretending he didn’t hear.

  Salads appeared in front of them quickly as the waiters began the long process of feeding the massive crowd.

  Watching Amelia touching Julian was making Brodie lose more than his appetite, his humor was leaving he room as well.

  “Brodie lives in Seattle and works with computers,” one of the old women informed the newlyweds.

  “Oh.” Bob nodded, eating his food with large mouthfuls.

  His third glass of wine consumed, Brodie was finally feeling something he craved, being drunk. There wasn’t any other way to handle this mess. His new lover was over there, smiling and being charming while that woman touched him, and this table of strangers no doubt wondered what the hell was wrong with him that he couldn’t find a friend to take with him on a cruise.

  Brodie thanked the waiter sweetly after the man filled his fourth glass of wine.

  Glenda whispered, “I take it you’re enjoying the wine…What about the food?” she added.

  That comment he caught. Giving her a scolding look, he replied, “Yes, I am enjoying the wine. I assume that’s all right with you.”

  The table went cold.

  “Yes!” Glenda waved her hands in a frantic gesture. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

  He shook his head, Great, now I have my mother at the damn table.

  Slowly conversations between the other occupants seated with him erupted to low murmuring around him. Drunk. Yes. He was now drunk. The food was incredible, but he couldn’t eat it. Two bites and he set his fork down, draining his glass. Those damn blue eyes kept finding his. Brodie was about to scream in anger. Stop looking at me! Okay? You’re sitting with your fucking whore! I bet you fuck her tonight!

  “Are you going to the cabaret show later?” Marlene inquired.

  “Huh?” He was barely there, wishing he could cry into his pillows. “Show?”

  “There’s a cabaret event later in the Atlantic room. I love those shows. I think they said it was the best of Broadway, or something.”

  “Sounds great.” Brodie couldn’t stand it any longer. Before his dessert arrived, he pushed out his chair. “See you all. I’m heading out.”

  They waved, forcing smiles at him. He knew they knew he was stewed. They’d have a nice long chat about him after he left. Did they feel sorry for him? He didn’t know, or care.

  Imagining falling on his face, Brodie did his best to walk in a straight line on a shifting boat. It was in fact not a straight path and actually curved around other circular tables and happened to pass a certain person.

  As he approached, Julian had an expression of fear that Brodie interpreted as “Don’t come over here and say anything!” Don’t worry, I won’t. But they caught eyes, so much so, Brodie almost walked into someone seated in their chair dining contentedly. Moving aside at the last minute so as not to collide with the oblivious man, Brodie wanted to pause as he stumbled on his way, but the look in Julian’s eyes told him to keep moving, which he did.

  As he passed, he heard Amelia’s tittering laughter. He cringed, managing to get out of the dining room without tripping.

  Muttering profanity under his breath, Brodie cursed everything in the world that wasn’t fair. The halls were almost vacant as everyone was dining leisurely. It was nearing seven. Twilight loomed above the horizon. Pausing at a window, Brodie gazed out at the black sea and their destination beyond. Alaska, the last of the wild frontier. Maybe he should stay there. Jump ship. Become a lumberjack.

  A warm sensation seeped through his inebriated mind. Heat. Heat on his back. His focus moving from beyond the glass to the reflection in it, Brodie found another body silhouetted behind his. He spun around in surprise.

  Julian whispered, “I only have a minute. She thinks I’m in the men’s room.”

  “What do you want?” Brodie knew he was slurring his words, but he tried to pretend he was sober.

  “You. I want you.
”

  “And? You want me but you’re sitting there with, what-the-fuck-her-name-is giggling and flirting. Gonna get laid tonight, Julian?”

  “Shut up.”

  “Shut up?” Brodie laughed, looking around the hall.

  “You stupid asshole.” Julian peered over his shoulder in paranoia. “You think I can get you out of my fucking mind now?”

  “I’m too drunk for this.” Brodie rubbed his face. “I swear if you stay there I’m going to suck either your mouth or your cock.”

  Julian grinned. “You are so toasted.”

  “I know.” Brodie shrugged, as if he were helpless.

  “How about a quick smooch in the men’s room?”

  “You kidding me?” He felt his blood pump.

  “Hurry.”

  Knowing he couldn’t move his wobbly legs fast enough, Brodie followed that tight set of buns to the men’s lounge. A few passengers where inside, washing their hands or standing at the urinals.

  ~

  Julian knew if they went into a toilet stall together it would be spied. Did he care? He didn’t know the answer to that question. Moving to the last one, Julian entered it, waiting. Brodie managed to get in it with him, struggling to close the door behind them. Julian had to move around the gaping toilet to give them room. The moment that door closed, Julian went for Brodie’s lips. Tasting the red wine, having had had plenty of his own, Julian sucked on Brodie’s tongue and teeth, missing him even though it had only been a few hours since they were together. When Brodie let out a long, deep moan, Julian shushed him, laughing at the insanity.

  “Sorry. You just feel so good.” Brodie ran his hands down to Julian’s slacks, rubbing his erection.

  “You’re not interested in those women at your table, are you?” Julian asked between nibbles of Brodie’s ear, his neck.

  “Hm?” Brodie shoved his hand inside Julian’s dress slacks, groping him hungrily.

  “I mean, you won’t go with one of them, right?”

  “Right.” Brodie paused, meeting his eyes. “What did you ask me?”