by Tara Lain
Okay, which way is the drop-off? Following his instincts, he started to swim, dragging the boat anchor after.
Like a dream, the shape of a body appeared. No bubbles.
Oh yes. Not just any dream, but his dream. Adam swam closer. No wetsuit. Yes! He pumped the water with his fist. That opened up more possibilities.
Sky seemed as at home as ever, adjusting an underwater camera.
Adam’s bubbles floated over, and Sky turned. He cocked his head, then waved a hand. Adam waved back. He couldn’t tell if Sky was happy, but Adam’s heart felt like it was getting too much oxygen.
He swam to Sky and extended a hand. Sky shied a little, but Adam kept coming and passed his fingers through Sky’s curls, floating freely like an underwater flower. Sky looked up at Adam’s hand.
He touched Sky’s cheek. For a moment Sky was still.
He pressed his cheek against Adam’s palm.
Oh yes. That constituted a welcome.
Adam pulled his mouthpiece out and held his breath. He tapped on Sky’s mouthpiece. Sky frowned.
Just kiss me, you idiot. Adam pointed at his mouth, stuck his mouthpiece back in for some air, then took it out again. Sky smiled around his mouthpiece, removed it, and leaned toward Adam.
He pressed his lips against Sky’s. Warm and cool at the same time. Sky opened his mouth and licked along Adam’s lips. Nice. Adam turned his head to the side, grabbed a hit of air, and then came back in and pushed his tongue into Sky’s mouth.
A moment later they pulled away for a breath of air. Adam sank down to his knees. Come to Daddy…. He took hold of Sky’s tight shorts and yanked. The big cock was happy to see him. He breathed deeply through his mouthpiece once, twice, three times. Mouthpiece out, cock in.
Oh yeah. This was easier than kissing. Who knew you could suck and lick while holding your breath?
Sky started bobbing like a crazy man, shoving that cock deeper. Adam took a breath, then went back to work, running his tongue over the glans as he sucked. The taste of salt and feel of silken skin filled his mouth. Another breath, then he worked the mushroom head in and out of his lips like a candy pop. His hands began to pump, and he sucked until his cheeks tingled. Sky’s hips pumped in slow motion, pressing his cock into Adam’s mouth along with the tang of the sea. It gave a whole new meaning to the term deep throat. Adam sucked as much as he could without swallowing water and could hear the echoes of Sky “shouting” around his mouthpiece.
Sky’s body began to thrash. One big thrust, and Adam tasted cum and saltwater at the same time. Thick jism floated out of his mouth. Son of a bitch. He had the best of Sky and sea.
He shoved the mouthpiece back in and sucked air like nectar.
Sky dropped down to the bottom and floated like a sleeping sea creature. Adam swam over and nuzzled his head against Sky’s neck while Sky caressed his cheek.
They just floated for minutes; then Sky moved, pointing ever so slowly. Adam followed Sky’s motion with his gaze.
Outside a hole in the coral, the octopus danced. A real celebration, with six of the eight arms waving. Colors rippled over her body. She’d joined the party.
Sky gestured toward the surface. He set a few things on his camera, took a last look at the octopus, and rose. Adam glanced at the eight-legged dancer. Her arms kept waving like she was cheering him on. The real Adam James didn’t scare octopuses.
His facemask broke through to the surface. Sky tore out his mouthpiece, yanked off his mask, slipped fingers tight into Adam’s hair, and kissed him mindless. Water splashed into his nose, and Sky snorted and laughed and kissed Adam some more.
Finally Sky pulled away. “Two weeks, you idiot. It’s been two weeks. I thought you’d run to China or something.”
“No, I just had to get a few things worked out.”
“Worked out? I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”
“Did you care?”
“Hell, yeah.” Sky pointed. “Get in the boat.”
Smiling, Adam took off his vest and tanks, threw a leg over, and climbed in. Sky followed him. He cared. Sky cared. Adam heart felt too big for his chest.
Two guys plus all that gear left very little room. Sky sat in the bottom and leaned toward Adam. Their lips caressed. Sky grabbed Adam’s head and slid his tongue all over the inside of Adam’s mouth, teeth, and cheeks. Tingles raced up his spine, and his cock rose. Sweet Jesus, the guy’s sexy. Adam slanted his head and opened wide to take all that Sky had to give. Yeah, that’s exactly what he had in mind. All of Sky.
Sky leaned back, panting. “Think you can get your cock in my ass?”
“Here?”
“Hell, yeah. I’m not going to let you make me come and run again.”
Adam grinned. “I think we’re gonna need a bigger boat.”
“Naw, I have perseverance.”
“You’ve got perseverance….” He reached into the zip pocket in his trunks and pulled out two packets. “And I’ve got supplies.”
Sky grinned. “Planning ahead, Mr. James?”
“Hell, yeah. I was a Boy Scout.”
“Then let’s fuck, because it has been way too long.”
“Shit, yeah.”
Adam sat in front of Sky, ripped one of the packets with his teeth, and pulled down his trunks. He began to work lube on his throbbing cock.
Sky licked his lips. “Oh man, I’ve been dreaming about that thing every night. That and your gorgeous ass. I was wondering if it was possible to hate you and still fuck you.” He laughed.
Adam lay back, still stroking his cock, and Sky climbed over him. He used the rest of the lube in his hole, then pulled on the one precious condom. His powerful swimmer’s legs flexing, he positioned himself and sank onto Adam’s hungry cock. Oh my God. How could any ass be this good?
Sky leaned over and kissed him. “We don’t have long before somebody decides to come out here in a kayak to get a better look at what we’re doing, so fuck fast.”
“Hell, I can’t fuck any other way. I’m desperate. I haven’t had sex in weeks.”
Sky grinned. “Really? Me too.”
Adam smiled. Son of a bitch.
Sky began to pump his sweet ass onto Adam’s hot eight inches. Perfect friction sent heat flashing to his head and screaming through his balls. Oh God, he wanted to come so bad. Sky’s leg muscles bunched, the light brown hairs shining in the sun. Curls bobbed as they dried.
Sky was the most beautiful work of art Adam had ever seen—performance art. Adam pushed up as hard as he could with a regulator digging into his spine. The Zodiac bobbed and rocked, splashing cold water onto hot skin. “Oh shit, Sky, it’s so good.”
“You like? Did you miss me?”
“Every minute. Every second.”
Sky grunted the words out as he bounced deeper and deeper on Adam’s cock. “Say it again. I want to hear how much you missed me. Say it.”
His breath came in hot pants. “I missed you so bad.”
“Did you miss my cock in your ass?”
“Everything. Oh God, Sky, I missed everything.”
Sky kissed him hard. “That’s what I want to hear. Got it?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes.” He moaned. “I got it. Yes.”
Sky slammed his butt down so hard, Adam thought his cock was gonna come out of Sky’s mouth. His balls pulled up, boiling. “I’m going to come. It’s too good.”
“Come, baby. I want to feel you in me.”
“Sky, Sky.” His balls contracted and joy erupted with cum into the most perfect hole he’d ever gotten himself into.
Sky hammered once, twice more. “Oh God!” Hot jets spurted across Adam’s wet chest. A long, hard-muscled torso fell down on him, squishing cum into his skin. Perfect.
Perfect peace. Bobbing and rocking. A soft splash. Seagulls squawking above. Even better than under the water. He was under the Sky. He giggled.
A muffled voice. “What’s funny?”
“I can’t believe we just did this without flipping the
boat or drowning ourselves.”
“Yeah. We’ll have to send a testimonial to the manufacturer.”
“Certified for gay sex.”
Sky laughed. The vibration tickled.
Adam kissed his cheek. “I could drown in you.” He stopped. “And I don’t believe I just said something that schmaltzy.”
Sky nuzzled him. “Hey, I’ll have you hugging whales soon.”
Adam laughed.
“Guess we better get up and go back.”
“We could live here.”
Sky rose and kissed Adam’s nose, then sat back onto his knees. The boat wobbled. “Whoa.” Carefully he set his bottom on the back seat and picked up a paddle. “I’ll do the work. You rest.”
“Use the engine.”
“Too much noise. I’m enjoying the quiet.”
Adam lay back. Sky looked edible with his lean muscles working over the paddle.
Sky squinted against the last of the evening sun. “So I guess you could tell I was pretty anxious to see you.”
“I enjoyed the welcome.”
“But I don’t really know why you’re here. Aside from sending me into orbit a couple of times, for which I will be eternally grateful.”
Adam swallowed. “I’d like to see you. And if it’s possible, I’d like to be in your life.”
He got those narrowed eyes. “I seem to recall we believe in different things.”
“Not really. I like to build stuff, but I want it to work for everyone, including Mother Nature. I just took a new client, and I specifically asked for their environmental policy.”
Sky frowned. “That’s hard to imagine.”
Adam smiled. “Yeah, well, I might not have done that a couple of months ago. But I want to see things your way, Sky. I don’t want to be your enemy.”
“So let’s say you get into the whale-kissing business. I’m kind of a public person.”
“Yeah.”
The boat caught a wave and soared in toward the beach. As it came down into the surf, Sky jumped out like a sea otter and grabbed the side of the craft. Adam hopped over, not quite so gracefully, and took hold of the other side. They pushed the Zodiac into the sand.
Beach partiers and evening runners had replaced the earlier group of parents and kids. Adam and Sky hauled the boat up the beach to the spot where Carly kept it stowed. Carly’s guests were all gathered, music playing and glasses clinking. Down close to the water, a group of laughing teenagers played Frisbee.
Adam reached out a hand. Sky stared at it like he’d never seen a hand before.
Adam laughed. “This seems harder than it should be.”
Sky looked up into Adam’s eyes. “Really?”
“Yes.”
Sky slowly wrapped his fingers around Adam’s.
Heat pressed behind his eyes. “Hi. I’m Adam James. I’m gay. I like grapefruit juice, ducks, and world peace.”
Sky brought their clasped hands to his mouth and kissed them. He took a deep breath. “Thank you, Adam.”
“For what?”
“For showing me what a stubborn, self-righteous prick I can be.”
Adam looked up into the storm eyes. “Is that a good thing?”
“It is if I ever want to be happy. I was brought up to love fish more than people and hating anything called a developer. The last few weeks you showed me that titles don’t make the man. I love to talk about the balance of nature, but I forgot that people are a part of nature too. And you’re a part of my nature.” He stuck out his hand. “Hi. I’m Sky Sea Mickeljohn. I like whales, people, and most of all, you.”
They laughed as they walked down the beach holding hands.
THE TAXI parked outside the elegant mainline brownstone. Adam leaned over and paid the cabbie. “Thanks. Keep the change.”
The tip seemed to convince the driver he ought to get their bags from the trunk. He left them on the curb and drove off.
Adam took a deep breath. He smiled at Sky, but he wasn’t even convincing himself he was relaxed.
Sky gave him a one-armed hug. “You sure you want to do this? I can run real fast after the taxi.”
Adam laughed. “No, I’m good. Let’s get up there.”
One step, two steps, three steps up to the porch. He raised the brass knocker. Before he could even get it down, the door flew open.
“Adam!” His mom flung her arms around his neck. “God, I’ve missed you.”
He hugged her back. “Hi, Mom.” He released her. She looked good. Even more slender than usual and twice as elegant. “Mom, this is—”
“Of course, this is Sky.” She extended her hand.
Sky shook it. “I’m pleased to meet you, Mrs. James.”
She fluttered, which was not her usual mode. “Call me Dorothy. Come in. Come in.”
Sky picked up both their suitcases.
Adam reached for one. “Let me help.”
“I’m good. Go with your mom.”
She put one arm through Adam’s and the other on Sky’s arm as they walked through the graceful entry with its carved wainscoting and central table, which held a beautiful flower arrangement. Adam had always liked the elegant, comfortable house. He’d even had great parties here as a kid—before he’d come out. Everything was before.
She smiled up at them. “How about we get you settled before you go in and see your dad. Then we can all talk.”
Adam’s stomach clenched. “You don’t have to put us up here. We’re happy to go to a hotel and not disturb you.” Yeah, and they’d be able to have loud hotel sex.
“Nonsense. Come on.”
She led the way up the sweeping staircase. Adam grabbed his suitcase from Sky, and they both followed.
“I put you in your old room, darling.”
He cringed. That room had some bad memories. Crying his eyes out after his quarterback had been sent away. He never stayed in his room when he came to visit. He either made excuses to stay in a hotel or slept in the guest room.
She turned into the familiar bedroom. “I had a nice king-size bed put in here last year.” She stepped back and let Adam enter. Sky hung back in the hall. Which guest room would she put him in? She continued, “I think there’s plenty of room in here for both of you, although I didn’t guess that Sky would be nearly so tall.” She patted Sky on the arm. “All right, get comfortable and come on down when you’re ready. Esther made your favorites for dinner.” She walked down the hall.
Amazing. He stared at Sky. “Son of a bitch.”
Sky carried his bag in and set it on a low bench, then closed the door. “Not what you were expecting, I gather.”
“No. I know they’re making an effort, but I didn’t dream she’d go so far as to put us in the same bed.”
Sky grinned. “I’m not complaining.” He explored the big room, running his fingertips over the walnut chest of drawers. “Is this where you hid your gay porno magazines?”
Adam laughed. “No. Over here.” He opened the wide closet and pointed to a shelf way at the top that barely showed from the floor. Sky came over and stretched on his toes. His fingertips touched the top shelf. “Darn. It’s all gone. I would have loved to see what made you hot and horny as a teenage boy.”
Adam leaned his head on Sky’s chest. “I wish I’d known you when I was a boy. Maybe I wouldn’t have made all the mistakes. Maybe I would have managed to be proud of who I was.”
Sky wrapped him tight in his arms. “What’s the saying? Bless your childhood. It brought you here.”
He looked up. “Remember how you said thank you to me on the beach? Back at you.”
“For what?”
“Everything. For being here with me and for teaching me how to live more gently on the earth.”
“Likewise. I was going off the deep end and forgetting that people need to be happy living in this world.”
“You show me that they have to have a world left to be happy in.”
Sky kissed Adam softly. “Shall we unpack and see just how many surpris
es your parents have in store?”
“Yeah.”
A half hour later, after emptying their suitcases into Adam’s old chest of drawers, a quick shower with a little grab-ass, and pulling on some slacks and shirts, they went to the living room.
Adam’s dad stood up from his favorite chair to greet them. He gave Adam a hug and stuck out a hand to Sky. “Happy to meet you. Any friend of Adam’s, as the saying goes.”
How awkward would this be?
His dad pointed toward the bar cart. “What can I get you both to drink? Scotch, Adam?”
Adam grinned. “Do you have any grapefruit juice?”
His father’s eyes widened. “That’s a new one. I have orange juice.”
“That would be great.”
Sky nodded. “For me too.”
His dad cocked his head. “No vodka in that?” They both shook their heads. “Sky, you must be having a calming influence on my son.”
His mother put some hot hors d’oeuvres on the coffee table. “So how did you two meet?”
Adam glanced at Sky. “Underwater. We fought over an octopus.”
She laughed. “Okay, I have to hear this whole story.”
He started to talk. He got into the details. Seeing the tall, lean guy who didn’t make any bubbles. How they’d fought. Son of a bitch, he was having fun. He and Sky told the story each from their own angle. His parents laughed and encouraged them. They talked about their immediate attraction—not too explicit—then told of their shock when they discovered they were on opposite sides of a huge issue and brought it up to date.
They all went into dinner and laughed some more. His parents told them about the Pocono trip and shared how they felt about being together, just the two of them. It had been a long time since he’d heard them express their love for each other.
Back in the living room over coffee, his dad laughed. “I love the story of how you met. So, what are your plans for the future?”
His mom reached out a hand. “Dear, don’t put them on the spot.”
“Sorry.”
Adam glanced at Sky. “We don’t know each other real well yet.”
Sky nodded. “We’re very different. My parents are passionate environmentalists, and they raised me to be the same. But Adam taught me a lot about compromise. That was a lesson this stiff-necked zealot needed to learn.”