Page 18 of This or That
“What are you? Twelve?” His tone is light, which reassures me and instantly makes the weight on my shoulders disappear. “Jokes aside, I should sit down… I…” He trails off.Guess I’ve drained him in more ways than one. I grin at the thought. We amble to the couch of the humongous suite and sit down next to each other.
“I wasn’t this gifted at twelve. Good thing I’m twice that now!” I wink, and then it hits me. “I’m Troy, by the way… Hunter’s my last name.”
“Mike.” He offers me a goofy smile since we’re still holding hands, tightens his grip, and shakes it. “Thanks for sucking me off, Troy. On another note, nice luxury cabin,” he quips. It’s clear that the grand tour was an excuse to get him to stay.
“Nice to meet you, Magic Mike.De rien pour la pipe.” I struggle with French, remembering Anna’s classes. To my surprise, he winces at that. “My French pronunciation sucks that bad? It was supposed to mean: you’re welcome for the BJ.”
“Your French is fine and so is your accent. Sorry… I’m killing the mood. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” His longer hair lessens the resemblance. “Being reminded of it constantly irks me sometimes, like people don’tseeme.” He explains that the haircut was a prerequisite for Matteo’s wedding.
Odd… Since when do weddings come with requirements?
“Trust me, I only have eyes for you, Mike. To be honest, the resemblance is closer to Big Dick Richie than Magic Mike.”
Mike punches my bicep. “I can’t believe you just said that!”
“What? Of course, I’ve seen the movie. Hot guys stripping, real acting, and an interesting story to boot… Right up my alley!” He jumps when I slap his upper thigh. “In case you haven’t noticed, I was paying you a compliment. To make amends, let the cheap date treat you to a bottle from the minibar.” I chuckle, then it dawns on me that I stupidly threw the word “date” into the conversation. Will he freak out like he did earlier?
His face reddens, but he quickly recovers. “Chill out! We’re way past that. Good drinks in a relaxed atmosphere, delicious dinner with a fun guy, and an amazing blowjob on top of that. I’d say it’s the best date I’d ever been on.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” My foot taps on the carpeted floor.Why am I nervous?
“Now that I’ve recovered my senses, I want you to know that I meant it.”
“Meant what?”
He coughs into the crook of his elbow. His gaze lowers to his feet, then his eyes bore into mine. “I want more… I… I’ve never been with a dude before.” His cheeks are pink, but his lust-filled eyes strip me bare; his newfound determination speaks directly to my soul. “As much as I hated you at first… I… I felt something that scared the shit out of me. Now that I think about it, I can’t allow fear to dictate my life, you know?” He pauses. “I want you.”
“Wow, that must have been a hell of a blowjob!” I tease to lighten the suddenly serious mood, brushing the top of his hand that rests against the back of the sofa.
“You asshole.” He tips my way in a feeble attempt to make me fall to the side that fails miserably. When we sit straighter, I notice that he’s inched away from me. He shivers, an apologetic expression on his previously blissed-out face.
It takes me two seconds flat to get why. “Listen, it’s late and your cabin is on the other side of the ship.” My words have the opposite effect, and he tenses, so I scoot closer and slip my hand into his. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong.” I bend towards him and give him the sweetest kiss I can manage, although all I want to do is ravage his impressive body. “I’m not asking you to leave. I’m asking you if you’d like to stay and spend the night.” His face turns beet red. “I promise I’ll behave. I can be a gentleman sometimes, you know.”
“I’m not after a gentleman.”
“Well, from my understanding, you aren’t after a man…”
“Touché.”
“Look, I’m no shrink, but I’m more than willing and able to help you overcome your fears in that department. I think there shouldn’t be any elephant in the room or forbidden words. Like asshole. Like straight. Like bi.” I impart enough for him to get that I’m not a predator or trying to put a ring on him. “I truly like you, though. I think we have great chemistry that we should explore further. No need to freak out; I won’t ever talk you into something that’s a hard limit. We have a few days left on this ship.” To coax him, I plant a quick kiss on his lips. “Let’s see where it leads us and enjoy ourselves in the meantime. Extra toothbrush in the bathroom. Extra T-shirt in the drawer. Extra pillow in the closet.” The vein on the side of my forehead throbs as my blood boils. “You are addictive. Your dick is addictive… Your ass is safe with me… unless you change your mind. There are boundaries that your upbringing, culture, and beliefs have forbidden you from testing. I respect that. Now is not the time for spoilers, but you might actually find pleasure in what I’m ready to offer you.” The whole time, his eyes alternatively narrow and widen. I lit a fuse that he needs to be comfortable with. It’s his call, as it was when he returned my first stolen kiss. “So, bed or door?”
“Bed.”
Chapter 12
Walls
Mike
Talk about a rude awakening! Emerging from my blissful slumber, I bolt out of bed, collect my scattered clothes, and put them on in haste. Troy’s cabin reeks of sex, and I have no complaints there. “Troy, wake up!” Concern colors my voice, and I scold myself for my rudeness. No good morning. No morning kisses. No morning caresses. Right now, the evidence of my presence should be erased. Once I’m dressed, I take in his sleeping form for a second like the creeper I’ve become. His back’s to me and he’s curled up in the fetal position. Lost in my desire, I rub the back of my neck. Coming to my senses, I shake my head and lean across the massive bed to reach his shoulder, hidden under the fluffy comforter. “Baby, get up.”
Yup, we’re already on a term-of-endearment basis. Sue me!
I rock his taut body to speed the process. He tosses and turns, making several sexy noises that I’ve come to love in the six amazing days we’ve spent together. Six. Amazing. Days.
Days? Well, nights mostly. While he’s busy DJing, I snuggle in his bed. Expectant. Horny. Curious. Needless to say, I steer clear of his gigs for numerous reasons; my dislike of electro isn’t even the main one. Not being seen together ranks higher on the list; thank God for texts. Granted, quite a few patrons witnessed our reunion, but at least neither my friends nor his manager were privy to our make-out session. Our unexpected “date” wasn’t broadcast either; I intend to keep it that way. Troy claims that his sexual preference shouldn’t matter in the music industry, but being the one who jeopardizes his shot isn’t an option.
We’re not an item, we’re a situation… and we simply can’t get enough of each other. Hence, staying at his place remains a safer bet. Hence, entertaining my own friends happens while Troy sleeps or works. Hence, getting action primarily involves my boner and his mouth. And let me tell you, he’s a man of many talents!
