Prism (Awakened Chronicles Book 3)

by Harley Austin

  “Well, do you want to go check it out online?”

  “I do, but,” Parker looked at where the two of them were and where the doors to the inside of the ship were, a good thirty yards away. “I’m going to freeze to death between here and there,” he smirked, nodding at the far side of the deck.

  “It’s not that bad if you move quickly. I usually just take my things inside and dry off in the corridor.”

  Brayden stood up out of the water; its depth now hit him a little higher than mid-thigh. His wet briefs did their own version of a wet t-shirt contest and left nothing to the imagination of what was concealed beneath them. The uncut guy filled the front of his briefs with an impressive thick male. Parker watched Brayden move to the edge of the pool and step out of it. His now mostly transparent underwear didn’t hide the guy’s fantastic back curves either. Jesus the guy looked good in wet underwear. Parker had been complimented many times in gym for how he looked, mostly by other guys either genuinely impressed or hitting on him. But this was the first time he could remember where he was having a hard time pulling his eyes away from another guy.

  Parker watched Brayden gather his things, including his towel, still soaking wet. “Coming?” Brayden asked still standing beside the pool, steam rising from his skin and cooling quickly.

  “Ugghh,” Parker stood up out of the pool.

  Brayden watched him step out dripping and steaming wet into the frigid air. Parker may not have been as bulked up as he was, but the guy had some nice cut bulges in all the right places, especially where his half transparent briefs covered him.

  “Jesus, Parker. Hung much?” Brayden chuckled at the guy dripping wet out of the pool. “I think those shorts are a bit small for you.”

  “You should talk, dude. You’re bigger than I am.”

  “Yea. Not.” Brayden countered as both guys moved quickly for the doors and entered the interior of the ship still dripping wet and freezing cold. Each dried off quickly. The warmth of the corridor felt good after being outside for only a minute. Parker watched as Brayden just wrapped the towel around his waist and then gathered his shoes and clothes. Parker did the same. He didn’t actually want to get dressed now anyway. His underwear was still soaking wet and putting dry cold jeans over cold wet briefs didn’t sound fun. Both guys headed down the corridor.

  “Where’s your cabin?” Brayden asked as both headed for the elevators.

  “B deck.”

  “Oooh, nice. You paid extra.” He chuckled.

  “My boss paid extra, actually.” Parker hit the button next to the elevator doors. “She takes her family to different places each Christmas. Last year it was a ‘Disney Christmas’ in Florida.”

  “I’ve always wondered about doing that,” Brayden remarked as the elevator rose a couple of decks. “It would be weird though, having Christmas without snow.”

  “Seattle has Christmas without snow—a lot.”

  “But you’re an hour from Steven’s Pass. You have all the snow you want.”

  “True.”

  The doors opened and the two guys walked wrapped in their towels past the rooms of Mauri’s family. Parker eyed Christie’s door as they walked past and then let the two of them into his own cabin, closing the door behind them.

  “A stateroom.” Brayden looked around at the nice décor of the now dimly lamp-lit room. He’d never actually been in one of these, even when he worked in housekeeping. The security manger had insisted he be kept away from the luxury rooms thinking he’d be a security risk with the more wealthy passengers. He wasn’t interested in stealing people’s things. The security manager was a dickhead anyway. “Your boss must be loaded.”

  “She is now. Wasn’t that way a few years ago. There were years she was barely able to make payroll week-to-week as the company grew.”

  “Glad to hear she’s doing well.” Brayden set his things onto a chair and lifted off his towel, folding it so that it could dry over the back of the chair.

  Parker watched him walk past to the sliding doors that led out onto a small balcony. His still wet white briefs were now only about half as transparent as they were when he’d left the hot tub. He didn’t appear to be in any kind of hurry to get dressed. Parker’s eyes half danced over the back of Brayden’s male ridges and backside curves. Jesus the guy’s ass was nice. He wondered if that was from just his workout or if it was genetic? Probably a little of both.

  Well if Brayden wasn’t getting dressed, he wasn’t going to. The room gave them privacy. Parker set his things into another chair and folded his towel to dry as well.

  “You can see the lights of Ketchikan now.” Brayden pointed into the distance as Parker walked up from behind him. We’ll be there at first light. They’ll be doing the Christmas tourist thing there all day. We won’t be leaving until tomorrow again.”

  “Great. So we’ll be stuck in tourist hell for the next 24-hours?”

  “Yea. Unfortunately.” Brayden tried to conceal a yawn. “The ship has Internet. With a stateroom, it should be free.”

  “It is. I’ve already been online. It’s not the fastest, but it’s not bad.”

  Parker went to the table and lifted the top of his MacBook. He sat down in the chair and began trying a few searches for his ring, but all he seemed to be able to bring up were jewelry sites selling rings that kind of looked like the one he had, but they weren’t the same.

  Brayden fluffed a pillow and propped himself up on one side the queen bed. “Anything?”

  Parker shook his head. “Nothing like what I have.”

  “Do an image search.”

  “I thought I was?” Parker looked up from his screen.

  “No, I mean take a pic of the ring from a couple of different angles and then let the search engine try to match what you have.”

  “It can do that?”

  Brayden nodded. “I do it all the time looking for micro brews. I have a collection of pictures of just about every brew brand you could imagine.”

  “You collect beer bottles?” Parker scowled.

  “No, I collect art. It just happens to be in the form of brands from all over the world.”

  Parker mused the idea for a moment. He nodded. “That could be interesting. To see how other people design and market.”

  “Exactly. That’s what I collect. Ideas.”

  Parker got out his iPhone and found the ring again in the small pocket of he jeans. He took several pictures of it, including the inside and then uploaded a couple of the photos. At first there didn’t seem to be much; just more of the same old jewelry sites. But then another of his images seemed to hit some blogs that had a few images very similar to the ring he had. He studied the blog but didn’t find a whole lot. The ring image was just being used as an avatar for some lady posting shopping advice online. Still he wondered where she got the image. It looked almost exactly like his own ring.

  “Hey, Bray—have a look—?” Parker looked up to see Brayden, his head rolled to one side and the guy totally out, asleep. Parker smiled and chuckled in the dimed light of the lamp-lit room. Jeeze. Poor guy. It looked like he was going to have a roommate for the evening. But Brayden was still dressed in half wet briefs and laying on top of the comforter.

  Parker got up and woke him.

  “Huh?” Brayden was half groggy.

  “You should crash under the covers. It’ll get cold tonight.”

  “No. I’m okay, just—” he yawned.

  Parker could tell the guy was dog-tired. “It’s okay. You can head back to your cabin later.”

  “Are you sure?” Brayden began slipping himself between the sheets in a sleepy stupor.

  “Yea, it’s fine. Let me have your underwear. I’ll dry them with your towel.”

  Brayden slipped out of the wet briefs under the covers and handed them to Parker.

  Parker clicked out the light closest to Brayden’s side of the bed and then laid the wet underwear over his towel.

  He sat back down at the table and his computer a
nd started typing in searches again. But for some reason he couldn’t help but keep looking over the top of the screen at the handsome guy sleeping peacefully under the covers.

  9

  H mmm.” Parker released a soft waking sigh. He’d been dreaming; finding himself in a small co-ed locker room. It was cold, with walls made of ice. Both men and women were showering in the dense steam. He’d been soaping the front of some girl he’d never seen before while someone else soaped his chest. Her chest was amazing and pert as his hands slipped all over the front of her. Soon others, guys and women had joined into the soap-fest. He’d grown really hard and had begun moving himself sweetly against the soapy skin of the girl in front of him while feeling another guy moving his rod against his thigh while someone looking like Marylyn Monroe with large breasts rubbed herself against him from the other side. Everyone was moving next to each other like some steamy soapy dance floor, all of them covered in huge lathery-slick suds. Parker moved his hard rod between the girl’s thighs as she turned around to get her front soaped by someone else in the dream.

  “You know that’s waking me up, Parker,” Brayden breathed a soft, quiet groan.

  “Hmmm?” Parker’s sleepy vision slowly cleared.

  “That feels nice, but you woke me up.” Brayden yawned.

  “Huh?” Parker now woke to find himself snuggled behind Brayden in a warm spoon. “Oh! Jesus—” alarm shot through him as he quickly moved away, pulling the sheet away from Brayden next to him. Brayden turned from his side lifting himself up onto his elbows, watching Parker who’d just totally freaked out. “God—Brayden. I’m sorry! I—I just—” Parker felt mortified. “I didn’t realize you—”

  “Parker.” Brayden half grinned. “Relax. Do I look offended?”

  “You’re—you’re not?”

  Brayden shook his head with a handsome grin.

  “Jesus, Bray, I was just—ahhh, I can’t believe—”

  “Parker. Relax. Get over it. I wasn’t exactly pushing you away here.”

  Parker’s alarmed feelings quieted. Looking at Brayden, he didn’t appear upset at all. “I was dreaming. I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry I woke you.”

  “Stop apologizing. It was nice.”

  Parker’s ruffled feelings took a U-turn. “Nice? You didn’t mind—me?”

  “We kind of like each other; you know, in case that wasn’t obvious in the hot tub last night.”

  Parker thought about the two of them in the pool. Then nodded with a sigh of some relief. “Yea, I guess I was kind of staring at you, wasn’t I?”

  “I was checking you out too. Not that you noticed.”

  “I guess I was too engrossed in talking about the rings.”

  “You were. It’s all right. I could see you were a little preoccupied by it.”

  Now Parker was looking at Brayden’s chest and part of his abs that had been uncovered by the sheet.

  “What?” Brayden half smiled watching Parking scanning him.

  “Oh. Nothing.” Parker sighed. “You do look nice.”

  “Thanks. So do you. I vaguely remember getting undressed last night.” Brayden smirked.

  “You weren’t exactly coherent. You looked like you needed some sleep.”

  “That always happens after a hot tub with me. I guess I should have warned you.”

  “No worries. I liked watching you sleep. I’ve just—never been turned on by another guy before.”

  Brayden watched Parker slip his hand under the sheet trying to calm his rod. “Maybe you just weren’t around the right guy?”

  “Evidently not.” Parker winced with a breath. He was still throbbing.

  “It’s not just you. I’m just as hard as you are right now.”

  “You are?”

  Brayden nodded sliding away the sheet revealing the rest of his abs and most of his bare spire that had risen tall over the top of them.

  “Oh.” Parker couldn’t help but feel impressed. “You’re, ah, not exactly small.”

  Brayden relaxed back down into his pillow his hands folded behind his head closing his eyes. He rocked his hips slightly.

  “Is that supposed to tease me?” Parker watched him stretching now. “Because if it is, it’s working.”

  Brayden broke a mischievous grin.

  Parker moved up beside him again, wrapping one thigh around his and pushing his own rock hardness against Brayden’s side. He slipped his hand over Brayden’s smooth thick chest, his palm moving over one of his oval nipples that was already so firm it felt like a pencil eraser.

  Brayden was looking into his eyes now. He unlocked his fingers from behind his head and wrapped his arms around Parker, smoothing one of his palms over Parker’s own chest.

  “God that’s nice.” Parker wrapped himself closer to Brayden trying to touch as much of his skin with Brayden’s own as he could.

  Brayden drew a tense breath.

  “You okay?”

  Brayden nodded. “I’ve just never actually been with another guy like this.” He smoothed his hand over Parker’s skin and then down to his ass, gripping one side as Parker rocked himself in a warm snuggle. “I think I’ve wanted to, but—”

  “Hey.” Parker could see Brayden was maybe a little nervous. “That makes two of us then.” He smoothed his hand down Brayden’s chest, slowly over his abs until his hand had slipped under his tall cock all the way into a thick black bush around the base of his rod.

  Brayden drew a rippled breath. “You’re kind of hot, Parker.” He rocked his hips. What he really needed right now was Parker gripping him, but the guy just wasn’t getting the message. The way Parker was teasing him was just making Brayden harder and harder.

  “I think you’re about to get kissed, Parker.”

  “Yea?” Parker leaned in closer to Brayden’s lips. He’d been watching them for the past few moments.

  “Yea,” Brayden whispered into their kiss as both of their lips met softly.

  Both discovered that something about the two of them together like this generated some explosive chemistry. Parker had often looked at other guys in the gym before, but he never really wanted to linger his eyes on them. He didn’t want to just makeout with Brayden, he wanted Brayden feeling like he felt. Something about moving under the sheets with Brayden in his arms triggered feelings he didn’t know he had.

  Four years of being a celibate monk, then suddenly on this cruise he’d been laid by both Christie and Brayden. Sure, Christie was beautiful, but Parker wasn’t feeling what he thought he should be when they’d gotten suddenly intimate. He wanted to fuck Christie; but with Brayden’s lips folded into his own at the moment, their hard bodies moving slow and warm, tightly embraced, he wanted to make love to him. Brayden seemed to feel the same way.

  “Is this okay?” Brayden asked, looking into his eyes, his fingers dancing lightly over the helmet of Parker’s thick spire. Parker wasn’t quite as big as Brayden, but the two were close in size.

  Parker nodded, his hips rocking softly. “More than okay.”

  Parker found himself infatuated with Brayden’s foreskin. He was experimenting with ways to tease Brayden’s tip that had been wetted with some gel. “You’re going to make me come, Parker,” Brayden breathed warning into their kiss.

  “You and me both, Bray.”

  “Hmmm,” Brayden whined into their kiss. He was right at the edge.

  A gentle knock sounded on Parker’s cabin door.

  “Oh, God, Parker, don’t stop. Please—”

  “I’m not stopping,” Parker whispered. “They’ll go away.”

  Christie knocked on the door several more times. She’d not seen Parker in any of the dining rooms. It was almost noon. He’d miss the ashore time in Ketchikan with her. He had to be somewhere.

  “Hmmmm!” Brayden whined softly, trying to be as quiet as he could as Parker’s teasing fingers pulled him over the edge. Parker watched and felt Brayden’s muscles flex all around him. Brayden gripped Parker’s cock while his suddenly pulsed, shoot
ing warm seed onto and all over Brayden’s own chest.

  “Ahhh-ahhhh!” Brayden’s face crumpled in deep release as he called out between their lips ultra quietly.

  Parker watched him completely taken by the moment as Brayden pulsed his passion over and over, whimpering softly.

  “God, you’re beautiful, Bray—” Parker breathed whispering, watching the guy come forcefully while wrapped around himself.

  Brayden had been trying to look at Parker the whole time. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to be kissing him, but he could see Parker was enjoying watching him in the throws of an unusually deep climax. God he’d come hard. The way Parker teased his foreskin and tip were mind-blowing.

  “Jesus, Bray,” Parker watched the guy continue to pulse dry now, again and again. Brayden had already shot a lot more than he ever delivered when he came. After a few more moments, Brayden’s pulsing waned. The guy winced with Parker’s fingers still teasing him. Then Brayden opened his mouth wide as an after shock of something intense rocketed through him.

  Parker had done that on purpose. Parker was always super sensitive after coming, he figured Brayden would be as well. But Brayden didn’t complain. He just took the torture. Parker had Brayden lifting his ass totally off the sheets in near pain he was so sensitive, but he just whimpered quietly as Parker teased him.

  Finally Brayden began to settle as the sensitivity waned. His chest was rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch some breath.

  “Ohhhh, Jeeze. God Parker you’re going to kill me,” Brayden whispered, even though the knocking on the door had stopped a minute ago. Both were watching each other. “I think you’ve done other guys before.”

  Parker shook his head. “No. Just you.”

  “Hmmm,” he relaxed into a deep kind of after glow.

  “You shoot way more than I ever do.”

  Parker slipped his fingers through the wet seed that had landed all over Brayden’s chest and abs.

  “I do?”

  Parker nodded.

  “You’re moving your fingers through my sperm, Parker.”