Stone Cold Foxe

by Haley Walsh

  Keith grunted behind him when Skyler remembered. “Wait! Wait!”

  Keith stopped. “What now?” he gasped.

  Skyler fell forward and Keith’s dick slipped out.

  “Skyler, what are you…?”

  “Hold on. I brought something for you.” He hurried across the room to his suitcase and unzipped an outer pocket. “I slipped this in when I saw the suitcase in the closet. Ta da!” He held it up and Keith, flushed and panting, looked at it with perplexed eyes. A hard, plastic device, curved, with curly-cues springing forth from it, like a three-dimensional wingding. “It’s a prostate massager.”

  “I thought that’s what I was doing.”

  “It’s not for me. It’s for you.”

  “I’m not putting that in my ass.”

  “Oh, come on.”

  “Skyler, I don’t do that kind of thing. Didn’t we just get done talking about—”

  “Live a little. You’ll love it. You put that in while you’re fucking me. I guarantee you—”

  “I really don’t want to do that.”

  Skyler pouted. “Won’t you just try it? You might like it. I got it especially for you. It feels real good. And see? It’s not like a dildo. It’s small.”

  Keith frowned but, thankfully, his erection didn’t flag. He rubbed his hand down his face. “You really want me to try this.”

  Grinning, Skyler nodded. “I’d like to help you with it,” he said, voice low and seductive. “I’ll go slow. Promise.”

  “Okay. Let’s give it a go.”

  “Yes!” Skyler grabbed the lube, gave it a generous squirt, and painted it all over the business end of the massager, wiping his hand off on the sheets. “Now, uh, turn around and show me that plump, gorgeous ass of yours.”

  Keith did, making a show of arching his back and thrusting out his butt. Skyler swallowed. Damn. He did have a beautiful ass, all round, muscular, and fuzzy. He ran his hands over it, just feeling the muscle twitch under his touch. “I’m gonna start with my finger.”

  “I’d appreciate that.”

  “Just breathe.” But instead of sticking his finger in, he leaned over and kissed each cheek very tenderly, nibbling with his teeth close to the cleft. He ran his lubed finger down the crease, stopping at the dark, dusky hole and gently rubbed. Keith moaned. “You hate this so much,” he whispered.

  “Not when you do that. God, babe.”

  “You know I’ll only do what feels good.” He rubbed harder, slipping inside, and the strong muscle took him. Gently, he worked the finger, whirling it, loosening. “Okay?”

  “Yeah,” said Keith breathlessly.

  Skyler kept his finger in there, pushing deeper, before readying the massager. “I’m switching. It isn’t much thicker than my finger. Am I touching your prostate?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then let’s try this.” He popped his finger out and eased in the massager. Slowly he pushed it in. Farther, farther…

  “Oh fuck!”

  “Okay?”

  “Yeah. Yeah. Jesus Christ.”

  “Where’s this been all your life, right?”

  “Fuck.”

  “Okay. Now sit back on your haunches.”

  Keith did and threw back his head. “God damn!”

  “Told you. Now. Shall we get back to it or did I just screw myself by giving you a Skyler replacement?”

  “Nothing’s gonna replace you. But…Skyler enhancement maybe.”

  Scrambling forward, Skyler positioned himself in front of Keith again, ass in the air, pulling his ass cheeks open with one hand. “Got enough lube?”

  Keith pumped more in his hand, slathered himself, and plunged in.

  “Motherfucker!” he cried.

  “He likes it,” gasped Skyler, taking all of Keith suddenly. A shower of stars burst behind his eyes.

  Keith shoved in deep. Speaking of prostate massage! His hand found Skyler’s cock again and he milked it like a Wisconsin milkmaid.

  “Oh boy,” Skyler gasped.

  “God, every time I move…”

  “Told you.”

  But Keith wasn’t stopping now. His thighs slammed against Skyler’s butt, sinking deeply, rippling the pleasure sensations up inside him that pinged off his lower spine and concentrated in his tightened balls.

  Each deep thrust in had Skyler slam back to meet it. He clutched the bed clothes to stabilize himself, body jerking as Keith slammed the sensitive nerves, pleasure rising, thrumming in his senses. All the while, Keith’s fingers squeezed and rubbed his dick with faster stroking, tipping him quickly toward the edge.

  With so much sensation, so much uncontrollable pleasure rushing through him without stopping, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He gasped out his release, spurting over Keith’s hand and the mattress below him.

  But Keith was still pounding behind him. Sparks kept flying behind Skyler’s eyes and jolts of pleasure made him twitch as if an electric current were going through him. And just as it might have started to feel uncomfortable, Keith came with a roar. He jutted his hips once, twice, grabbed hard of Skyler’s sides, and stilled.

  He froze so long, Skyler glanced over his shoulder. “You okay there?”

  “Yeah. Yup. I just…can’t move. If I move that thing in my ass will…” He moved incrementally and gasped again. “Shit. Too sensitive. How do I stop this?”

  Chuckling, Skyler slipped away from Keith and rolled away, getting in behind the man. Momentarily distracted by the feel of Keith’s cum trickling down his thigh, he refocused and grasped the curly-cue sticking out of Keith’s ass. “Allow me.” He pulled it out, tossing it to the bed, and then quickly shed his underwear.

  Keith collapsed onto his stomach and flopped down. “Holy shit. You’re trying to kill me.”

  “I assure you, I’m not.” He lay down naked beside Keith and ran his hand up the man’s smooth, sweaty back. “I told you you needed to trust me.”

  “I should have known this was your area of expertise.”

  “Of course it is.” He kissed the glistening shoulder. “You like your new toy?”

  “Uh huh. And my old one.” He turned to the side and scooped Skyler, dragging him up against him. “I like this one a lot.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “Definitely, definitely love you.”

  Skyler watched Keith as he slept, but couldn’t resist pushing a dark tendril off of his forehead. Blue eyes fluttered open and looked at him.

  “Hi,” said Skyler softly.

  Keith stretched. “What time is it?”

  “Late. Or early, depending on your perspective.”

  “And you’re awake.”

  “I woke and turned over and saw you. And then I couldn’t look away.”

  Keith rolled over and dug his arm under the pillow cradling his head. His gaze traveled over Skyler’s face for a moment before a smile broke out. “Yeah, I can see the appeal. Gorgeous man lying beside me. Seems a shame to be asleep.”

  “Oh stop,” said Skyler, grinning. “Tell me more.”

  Keith reached over, touched Skyler’s cheek, dragging his fingers gently down his face to his chin, then up to his lips. “It’s a breathtaking sight.”

  Skyler closed his eyes, letting the words wash over him, just feeling Keith’s fingertips. Opening his eyes again, he held his left hand before him, studying his ring in the moonlit room. “I think this married thing is gonna be okay.”

  “Well, I’m glad you think so, after we spent all that money and everything.”

  “It’s not about the money. It’s about you and me.”

  “Always, babe.”

  Skyler frowned. “You know, you always use these endearments, like ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’ and I just don’t do that.”

  “Oh. Does it bother you? I…I don’t have to—”

  “No!” he said quickly, not liking the frown line forming between Keith’s brows. “I didn’t mean that. I really like that you say those things. It’s just that…I’ve never
done that stuff before with anyone.” He got onto his stomach, propped up on his elbows. “I’m just not an endearment sort of guy. But I want you to know that every time I say your name, that’s my endearment to you…Keith.” He pressed his face close, barely kissing Keith’s scratchy chin. “Keith,” he breathed, lips just touching.

  Drawing back, he measured his husband’s face.

  Keith’s eyes were bright in the near darkness. Emotion rushed through them with startling clarity.

  Keith’s hand came up again and ran knuckles along Skyler’s face. “You’re not ready to sleep again, are you?”

  Skyler shook his head.

  “Good. I’m not ready either.” He lifted the blanket and rose, sliding over Skyler and balancing himself over his supine body. He leaned in and kissed his neck. One hand pressed against the bed, while the other explored Skyler’s skin. “All I want to do is make love to you all night.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  They kissed. Keith pressed his body to Skyler’s and Skyler raised a leg to wrap around Keith’s butt, bringing their burgeoning cocks against each other. He raised his hips and mashed them together.

  Keith’s deep voice rumbled against his skin as his lips left a trail from his neck down to his chest. “You are an amazing man…babe. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

  “Believe it…Keith.”

  Faces close, they gazed into each other’s eyes, lips touching, hands exploring. The smell of spent spunk and warm male bodies filled the air like perfume. Skyler’s arms encircled the man’s brawny torso, and hugged him tight. They could take it slower this time. Stretch it out. But even so, his hole twitched, aching for the feel of Keith’s cock.

  He hoped that they wouldn’t move too slow.

  “Keith,” he whispered a few hours later. “Keith! Are you awake?”

  “Nope.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes… What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. It’s just that…” He stage-whispered, “We’re married!”

  Keith snorted. “Dear God, what have I done?”

  Skyler sobered, his smile fading. “I can’t stop thinking about today. And everything. I keep waking up, thinking about the wedding, the ship, you and me.”

  “Skyler, I love you, babe. But we did it three times in a row, and I’m all tuckered out.”

  “Mind if we snuggle then?”

  “Come on.” Keith lifted his arm and Skyler scooted in, rubbing his face in Keith’s chest hair. God, he loved that! The feel of that scratchy hair, the look of it, his muscled torso like some model or Greek statue. It wasn’t long before Skyler started to feel hard again. He caressed his dick gently against Keith’s thigh, the delicate skin dragging on the furred leg as he rubbed it back and forth.

  “What the…? Jesus, Skyler. Are you on Viagra or something?”

  “I’m just a healthy young American male.”

  “Babe, you know I would if I could. But I’m really—” He yawned. “I’m really sleepy.”

  There was a pause.

  “You know it’s really sad.”

  Grunting, Keith nestled on his back. “What is?”

  “A strapping man such as yourself. I would have thought—”

  “And then there was the sad end of Skyler Foxe, drowned on his honeymoon. No one found him for days.”

  Laughing Skyler lay back on his own pillow. “Okay, okay. As soon as you’ve recovered, let me know.”

  But the only reply he got was a snore.

  Skyler crept into the bathroom in the early morning light and dialed Sidney.

  “Skyler? Do you know what time it is?”

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just had to call you.”

  “Is everything okay? Are you okay?”

  “Everything’s fine. Everything is more than fine.” He sat on the cold toilet seat and chewed on a nail. “Sidney, I’ve been such an idiot.”

  “As I’ve told you many times.”

  “But seriously. Why did I fight this so much? God, I love him. He’s so perfect.”

  “That’s what you called me about? You are such a sixteen-year-old girl.”

  “I am not. I just…Okay, maybe I’m a little enthusiastic right now. I mean you tried to tell me. Everyone tried to tell me and I just…”

  “You can’t imagine how happy I am for you, sweetie.”

  “This is crazy. I’m sorry for calling you so early. It must be lack of sleep.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. Remember when we used to do this in college? I kind of miss those days.”

  “Yeah. I used to call at all hours and tell you about my tricks.”

  “And I used to call you and tell you about my dates. We’d compare notes. And dick sizes. And techniques. The things I’ve learned from you…”

  “That’s right. I bet Mike loves that thing—”

  “If you ever tell him you taught me that…”

  “I won’t. I swear.”

  “So everything’s going okay? No…problems?”

  “Problems? Like what? Just a sore ass. But in a really good way. He’s…he’s my husband now, Sid.”

  “You’re in sex shock.”

  “Sex shock? Is that even a thing?”

  “It is for you.”

  He leaned back, phone pressed to his ear. “I’m just a little overwhelmed, I guess. Thank you for everything, by the way. It was a beautiful wedding. You were a great best man.”

  “You’re welcome. It was a community effort. Now shouldn’t you get back to bed to your husband?”

  “Yeah, I should. Kiss your sexy husband for me.”

  “Oh. Yeah. I, uh, will.”

  “Bye, Sidney.” He clicked off, holding the phone to his chest.

  The bathroom door opened and a naked sleep-ruffled Keith stood in the doorway. “What are you doing, babe?”

  “Oh…just calling Sidney.”

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah.” He rose and walked toward Keith, resting against his warm chest. “Everything’s just fine.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “I FEEL LIKE A HEEL WATCHING THEM,” SAID Philip. Skyler and Keith were walking in the moonlight and had stopped to lean on the railing and look out over the ocean churning beneath them. Sidney, Rodolfo, and Philip planted themselves some distance away.

  “It’s very personal,” said Rodolfo.

  “I know,” said Sidney, feeling guilty enough about it, “but we’re supposed to be watching around them, not them.”

  Philip pushed his glasses up his nose. “So this is really the kind of thing you do, isn’t it Sidney? Impose yourselves in other people’s lives. Oh I’m not knocking it. It’s for a good cause, but I can see how a cop could easily slip to the wrong side of the equation and want to police everything.”

  “As a cop, you see a lot, I can tell you.”

  “How do you decompress?”

  “We drink.” At his appalled expression, she rushed in with, “But not me and Mike. We have each other. We talk. I think if he wasn’t on the job, too, it would be hard to talk about it. I wouldn’t want to bring it home to a fireman or construction worker.”

  “Half of the Village People,” he muttered.

  She knocked her shoulder into his good-naturedly and then scanned the upper decks again. “It’s a crazy job, I guess.”

  “Stressful. You know, I never really thought about it, but I admire you for it, Sid. It’s a very tough job, but you manage to keep your integrity.”

  “Well, either you have it or you don’t.”

  Rodolfo touched her arm. “They’re on the move. Where do you think they’re going now?”

  “I think they’re going back to their room. It is their honeymoon.”

  “Like crazy weasels,” said Rodolfo, nodding.

  They silently watched them go back inside before following, and stayed far enough back in the lobby to watch the glass elevators go up to the eighth floor and stop.

  “See? Okay, guys. Good w
ork. If you want to take a break and do a little dancing or something, go on. I’ll be at the security offices.”

  “Don’t stay too late, Sidney,” said Rodolfo, “or you’ll wear yourself out. What about that list of passengers? Maybe that’s something we can do in the meantime.”

  “I’ll email it to you. But you should have a little fun.”

  Philip looked at Rodolfo. “What do you say, sweetheart? Want to do a little dancing?”

  “I think I would like that. For a little bit. Then we can go back to the room. We are here to work, after all.”

  “Okay. See you later, Sidney. Send the list anyway. Since we can’t do anything in the room, we might as well go over the list.”

  “Will do.” She watched them go, wishing that they were all together on this boat just as friends, having a good time. She really loved these men in all their craziness. This life that she had gotten into because of Skyler was pretty amazing. At least his friends were pretty amazing, and loyal as hell.

  She made her way to the bridge and to the offices, having been directed from one person to the next with her badge held high. Finally, she made it to the right place and shook hands with Lee Rosten, head of security. She explained what she was looking for, and with a map of the decks in front of her, pointed out the places where she needed to look at the security tapes.

  Sitting in front of the monitors, she scrolled through and found the Lido deck hot tub. On fast-forward, she found Skyler and Keith. Scanning around them, she searched for anyone who might have been hanging around longer than they should have. She watched in sped-up time mode, as Skyler and Keith settled in, but then she stopped the tape. At the edge of the action was a woman, just standing there, it seemed. She had a drink in hand, but she didn’t move or talk to anyone. And she was watching Skyler. And when they got up to leave, so did she. She seemed to drift close to the elevators, but didn’t go up.