"Vacation Planning"
by Mychael Black
The shrill beep of the alarm had Eric groaning. He reached out and
slapped around on the bedside table. When his fingers found the clock,
he took great joy in slamming his hand down on the snooze button.
Tugging the blanket up over his head to block out the world, he was
just about ready to catch a few more Z’s when the covers were
rudely yanked off the bed. Eric grabbed his pillow and hurled it at the
German Shepherd he knew was there. The pillow came back, whacking him
square in the face.
“What the fuck?” He sat up so quickly, he made himself lightheaded.
“About time you woke up.”
Rolling his eyes, Eric fell backward onto the bed with a groan.
“What are you doing here, Scott? I thought you were taking a
vacation.” He felt the bed dip beside him.
“I am. So are you. I gave Rusty a couple of weeks off.”
“Huh? He’s a seeing-eye dog, Scott. You know, trained for it? They don’t have days off.”
Scott chuckled, the sound deep and rich and… Whoa. No fantasizing about your best friend, dude.
“Well, Rusty has two weeks off,” Scott said. “And so do you. We’re going on a cruise.”
“What? I can’t go on a cruise, you idiot! I’ll fall off the boat!”
Hot breath suddenly caressed Eric’s right ear. “Not with me standing guard,” Scott whispered.
Eric barely managed to suppress the shiver. “What exactly do you
expect a blind man to do on a cruise ship? I can’t watch the
shows. I can’t see the slot machines in the casino. I can’t
even see the fucking ocean.”
“You can feel the Caribbean breeze,” Scott answered. He
hadn’t moved. “You can smell the salt, taste it when you
lick your lips.”
What if I lick yours? “You really drive a hard bargain.” Eric could almost feel his best friend’s smirk.
“Good. Let’s get you packed. We have to be at the airport
in three hours. I brought your passport from the safety deposit box.
Oh, and I opted out of the regular shore excursions. I figured
we’d just stay on the ship, or go shopping at the ports.”
“You had this shit planned, didn’t you?” Eric asked as he got up, stretching.
“Rusty’s had a spot in the kennel since last Wednesday.”
Eric felt a whoosh of air as Scott tossed what Eric assumed was a
suitcase onto the bed. “This is what I get for giving you a key
to my house.”
“You bet.” A hand touched Eric’s arm, fingers
trailing down to his hand. “Just think: warm, Caribbean sun, cool
drinks, no work—all for two weeks.”
“Mmm…” Eric couldn’t stop the moan. He needed
a vacation; Scott was right. “You could tempt a saint into
anything.”
That hand caught his hand and tugged Eric down onto the bed. He
didn’t have time to form a protest before soft lips found his
own. What…? There was no tongue, but it was enough. Scott pulled
back and all Eric could do was lay there, stunned.
“Where did that come from?” he asked quietly.
Scott sighed and started to get up, muttering, “Just thought…”
Eric grabbed Scott’s…arm? Hand! And tugged him back down. “Shut up and do it again.”
A brief moment passed, then those lips were on his again. Eric sighed
and opened to the kiss, groaning when Scott’s tongue slipped into
his mouth. He couldn’t believe it was happening, but he sure as
hell wasn’t going to question it. He reached up and found
Scott’s shoulder, fingers gripping tight as he sucked on his
friend’s tongue. Hardness pressed against his hip, the heat from
Scott’s body searing his skin, even through Scott’s pants
and Eric’s boxers. Licking Eric’s lips softly, Scott pulled
back and stroked a finger down Eric’s face.
“Please tell me I didn’t just royally fuck up.”
Eric smiled and shook his head. “God, no. I’ve been waiting for that for so fucking long.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Don’t know,” Eric said with a shrug.
“Wasn’t sure how you’d react. I was afraid I’d
screw up our friendship.”
“So was I.” Scott kissed his lips again. “I take it I didn’t?”
Eric shook his head. “Only way it could screw shit up is if you stop now.”
“Been waiting for a while,” Scott whispered, lips moving
down the front of Eric’s throat. “God, Eric, I want to
touch you so fucking bad.”
“How long we got again?” Okay, so, yeah…he was needing. Bad.
“Long enough for a quickie.” Warm wetness washed over the
hollow of Eric’s throat, Scott’s tongue tracing lines and
swirls on his skin. “Please…” A hand cupped Eric
through his boxers, encasing his balls and prick in heated silk.
“Fuck, yes. Get naked.”
When Scott moved, Eric shoved his boxers down and off, kicking them
somewhere across the room. He heard Scott chuckle, then hands were on
his hips, helping him move higher up on the bed. The heat of
Scott’s body was delicious, pure fucking bliss. Eric found
Scott’s arms and slid his hands up, loving the curving hardness
of the muscles beneath his fingers. Continuing upward, he smiled when
he touched Scott’s face, mapping the features once more.
He’d done it before, when they first met seven years ago, but
this time, he was looking at Scott with the knowledge that his dreams
were finally coming true.
“Hey there,” Scott murmured, dropping a kiss to his lips as
strong legs muscled his apart. His thighs rested on Scott’s, and
the tip of Scott’s cock teased at his hole.
“Rubbers and lube are in the bedside table.”
“Got ‘em.” Something dropped to the bed near
Eric’s shoulder. “But first…” Scott’s
words trailed off as he slid down Eric’s body, those lips doing
damnable things to Eric’s insides with feather-light kisses.
“Want to taste.”
Eric didn’t have a chance to answer before searing, moist heat
enveloped the head of his prick. His breath blew out of him in a sharp
gasp as Scott sucked him down slowly, tongue teasing the vein running
along the underside, down to the base. Eric reached down, and when his
fingers touched Scott’s soft, short hair, he held on, entire
world spinning as Scott’s lips and tongue worked up and down his
cock.
“Not gonna last,” he warned breathlessly.
One of Scott’s hands slid up his inner thigh, parting
Eric’s legs even more. It left for a moment, Eric heard the cap
on the lube pop open, and then one of Scott’s slick fingers
pushed inside him. Already too far gone, it only took a couple strokes
over his gland and Scott swallowing, and Eric was coming, hips jerking
upward as he shot down his best friend’s throat.
“God damn,” he said on an exhale.
Scott chuckled softly and moved up, tongue parting Eric’s lips.
Eric moaned and dove into the kiss, sucking his come from Scott’s
tongue. He heard the crinkle of a package and Scott shifted, somehow
managing to get the rubber on without breaking the kiss, then the blunt
head of his cock was pressing into Eric, slowly stretching and filling
him. Eric spread his legs wider, drawing them up a little. Scott
changed the angle and ran one hand down Eric’s side to his hip,
fingers curling to hold him.
“Let me in,” Scott whispered.
“Always.” Eric licked Scott’s lips and gasped, entire
body shuddering as Scott thrust inside him. “Oh,
God…”
“Waited so fucking long.” Scott’s voice was husky and
deep, breath hot as hell against Eric’s cheek as Scott pulled out
slowly, then pushed back in.
“Don’t stop, Scott. Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”
Eric held on, hands clutching Scott’s shoulders as Scott filled
him again and again, the strokes long and deep. Heat spread through
him, along his spine, his ass, his cock…
“Oh, shit… Scott…”
“Come on, babe,” Scott panted, his weight lifting a little.
The thrusts grew stronger, cock stroking in and out, ratcheting the
sensations up another thousand notches. “Eric…gonna
come…”
It was all Eric could do to nod and his back bowed, ass clamping tight
around Scott’s prick as he shot all over his stomach and chest.
Scott grunted and thrust hard twice, then pressed against him, hips
grinding and rocking as Eric felt the prick inside him swell and throb.
“Holy shit…” Scott’s weight was pressing him
into the bed again, and the kiss that followed was
drugging—hungry and deep.
“We got time for round two?” Eric chuckled softly as the kiss ended.
"If we combine it with a shower? Hell, yes.”
Eric had the distinct feeling Scott had only gotten one cabin on the ship. Or at least, he hoped so.
(c) 2007 Mychael Black