by Tinnean
“Come up here, you.” I pulled him up and licked at his mouth, tasting myself, while I reached for his cock. A few quick strokes and it was his turn to come. He gasped and shuddered and filled my hand. I pressed my lips against the side of his neck and felt the pounding of his pulse.
We held each other and let the water pour down on us for a few minutes more.
“God, that feels good.” He sighed in repletion.
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose we have to get out?”
“Unless you want to wind up looking like a prune?”
“God forbid.” He turned the handle, shutting off the water, and we stepped out of the shower.
“The towel bar is heated.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he said loftily. “Davis House was voted Editor’s Choice by Travelin’ Man Magazine in this past winter’s ‘Frolic in the Sun’ issue.”
“Don’t tell me. You bought it for the articles, right?”
He opened his eyes wide. “Did you doubt it?” Then he spoiled the effect by laughing.
“Fascinating.” But what was fascinating was the way stray drops ran down his torso. I took a towel and began to dry him carefully, using my lips and tongue as often as the soft, thick cotton, and he groaned and arched into my touch. “Like that, do you?”
“You know I do.” He reached for a towel. “My turn now.” He rubbed the warm towel over my arms… chest… areas south.
“I think we need one of these at home.”
“A heated towel rack?”
“Yeah.” I hummed in pleasure as he ran the towel over my spine and asscheeks. “I can get in touch with a handyman….”
“You don’t have to do that. I can install one.”
“My own handy man.”
“I am, aren’t I?” He tossed the towel aside, turned me around, and kissed me. “Do you want to stay around the hotel and see what it has to offer for today? We had a really early start this morning.”
I smiled at him through the hair that was in my eyes. I liked how our thoughts ran in sync. “Maybe make an early night of it? I’d like that.”
“Great. Uh… you don’t mind if I don’t do the clothing-optional thing just yet, do you, Theo?”
I thought of the scars on his body. He hadn’t seemed self-conscious about them when we’d been with his family, but maybe having strangers see them made him uncomfortable. “That’s fine, Wills. I’d like to at least have dinner before I have to start beating off all the guys who’ll take one look at your fine frame and decide they want to replace me.”
“As if.” He blushed. “I don’t know why you gave me a second glance, but I’m—”
“Wills, are you nuts?” I knew he wasn’t fishing for compliments; he wasn’t that kind of man.
“Huh?” What did he see when he looked in the mirror?
“Any man with half a brain would want you. You’ve got a great personality, and you’re good-looking. Your face, your body….” His blush deepened. “Although I wish I could talk you into letting me take you to my hair stylist.”
That made him laugh. For some reason he insisted on keeping that ordinary haircut.
We dressed, and while I wore a deep-bronze tank top, Wills pulled on a pale-blue T-shirt that went well with his coloring. I thought about his scars again.
“Ready, babe?” He slipped his keycard into the pocket of his shorts. Since we’d be staying on the premises, we could use the cards to charge everything to the room.
I settled a pair of Ray-Bans over my eyes. “Ready when you are, light of my life.”
He blushed again. “Am I, Theo? Am I really?” He sounded so hopeful.
I realized I never used flowery endearments for him. “Never doubt it, babe. You’re the moon of my desire, my dear delight, my—”
Before I could think up more endearments, he kissed me.
THE NEXT morning we changed into T-shirts, board shorts, and huaraches, and went down to the café for breakfast. While I finished the last of my fruit salad, Wills leafed through the brochures.
“I’ve never been to Key West. There’s so much to see.”
“It’s all new to me too.” Poppa had taken us to Busch Gardens in Tampa once, but that had been as far from home as I’d gotten before he’d told me to get out. “What would you like to do, babe?”
“The Conch Tour Train sounds good. Then I thought we could see Truman’s Little White House and the Hemingway House. Did you know his cats had six toes? According to the brochure, the descendants are still on the property. Remind me to bring my camera. I’ll have to take pictures for Jill. I want to see the Sunset Celebration at Mallory Square too. That’s supposed to be one of those ‘must sees.’ And we can go snorkeling and kayaking, and….”
So we did all that, although not in one day, as well as visiting the Mel Fisher Maritime Heritage Museum to see what had been salvaged from the Spanish wreck, Nuestra Señora de Atocha, which had gone down in a hurricane in 1622. We even went to Ripley’s Believe it or Not Museum.
He stopped in front of each exhibit, read the placard, and examined the display carefully. A little bored by the albino buffalo, I wandered off.
“Hey, look! An iron maiden!”
Oddly, he had no desire to look at that.
“Wills?”
He shrugged. “I’ll skip it, if you don’t mind?”
“Okay. Are we done here?”
“Yeah. I think we are. Hey!” I caught his hand and pulled him along after me. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” The museum had a small elevator, but there was also a stairwell for people who preferred not to wait or who were claustrophobic. No one was in this part of the museum. I opened the door to the stairs, swung him around and pushed him back against the door, and braced my arms on either side of his head. “It’s been too long since I’ve kissed you,” I whispered against his mouth.
He parted his lips, and I slid my tongue past them to tease his tongue. His cock hardened.
“We’ve done a lot of sightseeing, babe,” he whispered against my lips. “What do you say we go back to our suite and rest up a bit?”
“I say that sounds like a great idea!”
We didn’t actually get any rest. Davis House offered complimentary porn. We watched some of it, but then Wills decided we could do it much better.
And we did.
ALTHOUGH DAVIS House itself had a fine restaurant, we dined each evening in a different restaurant in Old Town.
We saw drag shows, nearly naked boys dancing on the bars, and comedians who weren’t half bad.
Afterward, we’d go barhopping, trying various brightly colored drinks garnished with fruit or paper umbrellas.
“I think I’m gonna start collecting these,” Wills said, and he sucked off the cherry that was speared on the end.
I ran my hand up his thigh. “Do that again, and I can’t vouch for my behavior.”
“Do wh…. Oh.” His tongue peeked out to touch his upper lip, and he looked down, but not before I’d seen the pleasure in his eyes.
How was it that none of the women he’d dated, or even Michael, that idiot friend of his, had seen what I saw when I looked at him? I shook my head. He was mine now, and no one else was going to get a chance at him.
He slid off his stool. “My back teeth are floating. I’ll be right back.”
I watched his ass as he headed toward the restrooms.
“Cute,” said a voice at my shoulder, and I turned to face a tanned, muscled redhead. His eyes were on my lover.
“I think so.” I made no attempt to conceal the hostility I felt. Wills had a weakness for redheads. His cousin Harry had told me so.
The redhead raised an eyebrow. “No harm in admiring.”
“Just do it from a distance. I don’t share.” The last thing I wanted was this guy, with his red hair and probably spotless past, getting close to Wills.
He shrugged and sauntered off, and I started worrying my thum
bnail.
Wills came back from the men’s room with a little smile on his face.
“Okay, I know you’re not smiling just because your back teeth aren’t floating anymore.”
“Someone tried to pick me up.”
“What?” I stared around the room, furious and a little scared. “Who was it? I’ll tear him apart!” If Wills realized there were men out there who wanted him, men who weren’t as used as I was—
“Theo. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. You’re mine, and I don’t want anyone else thinking he can just hit on you and…. You’re smiling again. Why?”
He took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor. How did “Isn’t It Romantic?” come to be played in a bar like this?
“I like you being all possessive.” He put my hands on his ass, draped his arms over my shoulders, and rested his cheek against my hair. We began to move to the music. “I’ll never give you a reason to be jealous, but I like that you care that much.”
“Ass.” We continued to dance until the music ended. “Are you ready to go back to the suite?”
“Sure.”
I rode him hard that night, desperate to remind him that I was the one who had seen what was beneath the nothing-special suits he wore, I had shown him this side of his personality.
Wills didn’t seem to notice my desperation. He took everything I gave him and demanded more.
“Pushy bottom,” I growled in his ear as he came apart under me for the third time.
“And you love me anyway.” He sounded happy and certain.
“Yeah. I do.” I eased out of him and rose to dispose of the condom. He was sound asleep by the time I returned. I looked down at his face, almost boyish in his sleep, at the lashes that fanned over his cheeks, at the parted lips that I’d kissed pouty. “God help me, but I do.”
FRIDAY WAS our last evening on Key West. Wills asked, “Would you mind if we stayed here at Davis House for dinner?”
“Not at all. Breakfast has been really good here. Let’s see what they do with dinner.”
They did great with dinner, which consisted of conch chowder, twin lobster tails, twice-baked potatoes, and an oven-roasted vegetable medley, washed down with a sauvignon blanc James, our knowledgeable waiter, had recommended.
“Know something, babe?” Wills pushed away his dessert plate. All that was left of the chocolate heart cake the management had given us with their compliments when they’d learned this was our first vacation together were a few stray crumbs. “As good as this dinner was, it can’t hold a candle to your cooking.”
“Yeah?” I couldn’t help preening. “I guess the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“Not necessarily. You had—”
“If you say I had you at hello….”
He grinned. “You did, if you remember, but what I was going to say was you had my heart even before I knew you could cook.”
James had come up to refill the coffee cups, and he sighed. “That’s so romantic. You don’t have a brother, do you?”
“As a matter of fact, I do, but he’s fifteen, and he’s straight.”
“You send him down here in three years, sugar. We’ll see how straight he is when I get through with him.”
“I’ll be sure to pass on your invitation. No, thanks, no more coffee for me.”
“I’m good too.” I folded my napkin and placed it on my plate. “What do you feel like doing tonight?”
Wills seemed thoughtful for a moment. “How about a last dip in the pool?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Truthfully, I wasn’t keen on going out on the town and risking the possibility of someone coming on to him again.
“The pool is usually fairly empty until after midnight on Friday nights. Everyone is in Old Town partying.” James leaned down. “There’s a switch near the Jacuzzi to turn out the lights if you’d like a little privacy. And there’s one right next to it to turn on the underwater lights.”
“Thanks. We’ll keep that in mind.”
We went up to our suite, changed into our suits—I had brought along a red box cut of perforated lycra with an unlined front and a rear vertical seam. Wills traced the shape of my cock and its foreskin through the material.
“Maybe I should have brought my gun.”
“You don’t have to be jealous, babe.” But I liked that he was. And I began to understand how Wills had felt in that bar.
Davis House provided pool towels in each room and rubber sandals. We grabbed up the towels, stepped into the sandals, and took the outside stairs down to the pool.
“James had a good idea. If I turn off the lights—” The corner of his mouth curled in that half grin that drove me wild. “—no one will see if we go skinny-dipping.”
“You want to go skinny-dipping?” I hadn’t been sure he’d feel comfortable enough with the clothing-optional aspect of the hotel to try it.
Wills nodded slowly, his gaze on mine.
“What are we waiting for?”
He found the switches and threw them. The area was plunged into darkness except for the underwater blue lights that illuminated the interior of the pool.
“Pretty.” But he was looking at me. He raised his arms to yank off the T-shirt he’d worn, and I could just make out his silky underarm hair.
My mouth went dry.
He slid his thumbs into the waistband of his swimsuit, a bright yellow square cut I’d bought for him in the gift shop—the suit he’d brought with him had somehow gotten… misplaced. He eased it down off his hips and stepped out of it.
His cock was hard and pointing directly at me. I reached for him, but he turned on his heel and entered the water in a smooth, flat dive. I stripped off my suit and dove in after him.
It was like trying to catch a sleek, slippery seal. Each time I thought I had him, he managed to slip away.
Finally I caught him.
Or maybe it was just that he let me catch him. I could see his eyes glinting in the subdued lighting.
“Whatcha gonna do with me now?”
I growled and crowded him into a corner. We were both hard and oozing precome. He surged against me and wrapped his legs around my waist, and my cock slid past his balls to lodge against his hole.
Just one tiny, flexing movement and I’d be inside him.
I shuddered and came.
Wills tipped my head back and took my mouth in hot, voracious kisses. “Touch… touch me, please. Theo!”
I barely got a finger up his ass and a hand around his cock. His shudder matched mine, he moaned into my mouth, and my hand was filled with hot semen.
He raised his head. He looked dazed. “It….”
“Shhh.” I brushed my lips against his.
We stayed like that for a while, my lover with his legs around me, me stroking his chest, face, and hair.
“Hey! The pool lights are out.” Some late-night revelers had returned. “C’mon and hurry. Maybe we’ll catch someone fooling around.”
Wills chuckled. “Not likely. They’ve given us too much advance notice.”
“Yeah. We’d better put our suits back on.”
We swam to the side, and I hung back, watching as Wills hoisted himself out of the pool with an economy of movement. God, the man was gorgeous.
“Theo?”
“I’m right behind you, babe.”
“I feel kind of bad about getting come in the pool, but I guess that’s what the filter is for.”
“We can’t have been the first guests who were overcome by the beauty of the night.”
“Is that what you call it?”
“Why, yes. Yes, it is.” I slid an arm around his waist, rested my hand on his hip, and kissed him.
“Hey! Where you guys going?” The revelers had finally made it to the pool.
“Good night, gentlemen. Enjoy yourselves.” I certainly was. I urged Wills toward the stairs that led to the second floor.
Later, in bed, Wills whispered against my neck, “I wan
ted it, Theo.”
I didn’t pretend not to understand him. “I did too. The thought alone…. I haven’t gone off like that since…. Well, let’s just say not in a very long time.”
It had been twelve years since I’d had sex without a condom. Not only did they keep me safe physically, they kept me safe emotionally, putting a barrier between me and the many men who’d fucked me.
“But it was just the culmination of a really fun week, Wills. We’ve had a really good time.”
“Yeah, we did, didn’t we?” He brushed his lips across mine.
I’d come so close to taking him bareback. If I hadn’t come, I would have, and the consequences be damned. “We’d better get some sleep now.”
“Yeah. We have an early start in the morning.”
Which I wasn’t looking forward to, but hopefully I’d be more awake.
Wills turned over and snuggled back against me, his ass against my groin, then pulled my arm around him, mumbled something I couldn’t make out but was no doubt “I love you,” and fell asleep.
THE NEXT morning we packed, had a last breakfast at Davis House, and took the shuttle to the airport. We checked our luggage and were able to grab a burger for lunch before we flew home.
It was just about three when our flight touched down. Wills had left his car in the long-term parking lot. We retrieved our suitcases from baggage claim, walked to the car, and stowed them in the trunk.
On the drive home from the airport, Wills’s cell phone rang. As soon as we’d landed at Reagan National, he’d turned it on. With one hand on the steering wheel, he flipped open the phone.
“Matheson.” He almost snapped to attention. “I’m just on my way home now, sir. Very well. I’ll drop Theo off and come right in.” He flipped the phone shut. “That was Mr. Vincent.”
I’d been able to tell from the ringtone. “And you have to work.”
“Yeah.”
I sighed but didn’t object, didn’t tell him he was supposed to be on vacation. This job mattered a lot to him. “Will you be home for dinner?”
“I don’t know what’s going on yet. I’ll call and let you know, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll unpack and get the laundry started, then do some grocery shopping.” I’d been looking forward to doing that with him. We so rarely had the opportunity. “Unless I hear otherwise, I’ll see about making something for dinner. Lamb chops, maybe.”