10. Dylan

Dylan

Chapter ten

Cruise Itinerary: East Tavia

The main dining hall is packed with excited guests this morning. People are chatting and eating breakfast before starting their day, while I wait in line with my brother.

"Does Noah still like apple strudel?" I ask Jules as we shuffle closer to the pastry counter.

Jules' lips twitch and he glances over at me. "You remember what he likes to eat?"

I roll my eyes as I feel my cheeks heat. I'm fucking blushing. What the hell is Noah doing to me? I'm not the type to get embarrassed easily, but food preferences probably aren't something I should remember about my little brother's best friend. Right?

"Just answer the question," I grumble.

Jules chuckles. "He does."

"I'll grab him a coffee, too. Some asshole got drunk in the middle of the night and was knocking on the doors in our hall, so Ash and I kept waking up."

"It was annoying as hell," Ash complains from my other side.

I knocked on Noah's door before heading to the dining hall, but didn't get a reply. I was hoping he'd want to get breakfast together, but wasn't sure if he was sleeping in, or already up and about. Jules texted me a few minutes later explaining that Noah was sleeping in, so I figured spoiling my boy with breakfast is a must, since he'll probably miss the good stuff.

Since the rest of the trip will be spent so close to land, our Wi-Fi and phone service shouldn't be as spotty as it was at sea. I was excited to get a message from my brother asking me to meet up with him.

I glance at Jules. "Where's your fiancé?"

Ash and I smirk at each other when we see Jules light up. He wiggles in place like an eager puppy… or maybe more like an eager fox. Seeing my brother like this warms my soul. I can't remember ever seeing him this happy or comfortable with himself.

Today he's wearing a pair of black shorts and a green tank top that complements his red hair.

"Cal went out with his bestie, Kingston. Gotta love a kinky cruise ship that has some fun and kinky shops on board. I won't be surprised if I get back to our cabin and find out he bought me some new gear."

"I probably don't need to hear that." I chuckle as we finally make it up to the front of the line.

Jules punches me on the arm. "Shut up! I was talking about some new fox ears, or a harness."

"Mhmm." I laugh as I reach for a few pastries and place them in a paper bag.

After waving goodbye, I head over to the coffee cart and order two iced lattes, then grab a couple of water bottles and stuff them in my bag. My mind keeps wandering back to the kiss I shared with Noah. Damn. That kiss was everything. It took all of my willpower to pull away, especially when he started making those sexy, desperate little moans. But I also remember him mentioning that most of his exes seemed to want only two things from him: sex or access to his famous brothers.

Seriously, what's wrong with the tools he dated? Why would they be looking at his brothers when Noah shines all on his own?

I head back upstairs toward my cabin, and I'm halfway down our hall when I hear Max's voice. An insistent knock follows. Speak of the devil. I'm about to storm forward when I realize the predicament I'm in. Noah's cabin is right across the hall from mine. I originally planned on heading straight to his cabin, but Max thought we were here together, so why would I have to knock?

I maneuver our drinks and food around and take off my wristband that also acts as an electronic key to our cabins. I pocket it, not wanting Max to realize my wristband won't open Noah's door. Then I make my way toward the asshole.

"Noah, come on. Open the fucking door. I know your supposed ‘Daddy' isn't even in there. I saw him walk into a different cabin last night."

Fuck.

"Yo, Matt," I say, with an easy smile on my face. "How can I help you?"

Max narrows his eyes on my food. "The name's Max. Can you tell your little boy toy in there to come out here and talk to me like a real man? We have history. He owes me."

This fool sounds like a cheesy mobster. I step forward and get right into his face. Max takes a step back. Good. Not that I'm the type to fight, but this asshole is borderline stalking my boy.

"Look, Max, you need to back the fuck off of my boyfriend," I say in a low voice. "I'm this close to calling security. I really should have called them on you last night."

Max opens his mouth before snapping it shut again. The fact he didn't even question me makes my stomach turn. Was Max really the drunk asshole knocking on doors last night? Was he looking for Noah? A sick feeling causes my stomach to slosh again. The need to see Noah face-to-face and make sure he's okay is strong.

Without another word, Max spins around and marches away.

I knock lightly on Noah's door. Just in case Max is listening around the corner, I raise my voice. "Noah, love. Open the door. I forgot my key when I ran downstairs to get us breakfast."

The door flies open, and I take in my boy's appearance. His eyes are red-rimmed and glassy. His wavy pink hair is standing up in different directions, and he's wearing nothing but a pair of black gym shorts. Even like this, he's handsome, but those red eyes have me concerned.

I rush inside, placing our drinks and food on the small table near his door. As soon as my hands are free, I hold my arms out. Noah throws himself at me with a grateful look. I kick his door closed and wrap him in my embrace.

"Are you okay, darlin'? You look tired." I pull back enough to see his face and swipe the pads of my thumbs just under his eyes. "Have you been crying?"

Noah shakes his head. "No, I wasn't crying. I'm fine,"

"Was Max the one making a racket out in the hall last night?"

Noah nods.

Damnit. I should have been here for him. "I wish you would have gotten me, darlin'."

"I didn't want him seeing you come out of Ash's room." He sighs and waves at the closed door. "I think the jackass is onto us. He said he knew we were faking a relationship."

I tug him back into my arms and kiss the top of his head. "How many times do I have to tell you that we aren't faking anything? We might be showing off in front of your ex, but nothing about what we're doing is fake. At least it isn't for me."

Noah melts into my hold and nods.

I push him against the wall and tip his chin up. "Say it," I command.

He shivers. "It isn't fake between us, Daddy."

"That's right. Good boy." I capture his lips with mine and he moans into the kiss. Things get heated quickly when I walk him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. I pick him up and throw him onto it, causing him to laugh as he bounces. Damn. That smile. I lay on top of him, fully clothed, and give him my full focus. We kiss for what feels like hours.

"Wait," he gasps. "What time is it? What about Ash? Weren't we supposed to take him to the littles picnic and then the water park on board?"

"Nope. Not. Anymore." I sprinkle kisses on his lips between each word. "We have some free time. Daddy John volunteered to take Ash to all his littles events. And Jules and Cal are planning on heading up to the fourth deck to participate in a huge pet mosh."

"Does this mean I get you all to myself?" Noah smiles against my lips, as his hand trails down my body and settles onto the bulge in my pants. I groan.

"It does," I growl. "But it also means that I get you all to myself as well. Whatever should I do with this gorgeous, lean body?"

Noah shrugs, but he's still grinning. I yank his hands above his head and capture both of his wrists. "Do you wanna tell me why I got a text message from you last night, mere minutes after that earth shattering kiss we shared?"

I nip at his lips.

Noah shrugs again. "I don't know, Daddy," he teases. "What did the text say?"

I tickle his sides. "You know exactly what you sent, brat. It was your damn safewords and STI results. Is there a reason you wanted me to know you were negative last night?"

His smile widens, bright blue eyes sparkling. "I was hoping to change your mind. I wanted you to come back over."

I damn near did. "You have poor timing, boy. As soon as I realized I was alone in my cabin, I jerked off to the thought of you."

Noah moans low in his throat. I'm still holding his wrists above his head, and he's starting to squirm and grind against me.

"Do you like that, boy? You like the thought of your Daddy so desperate, he needs to stroke his cock while thinking of you?"

"Oh, fuck." Noah shudders, his voice sounding wrecked.

I pull myself off of him and walk back toward the table by the door where I left my stuff.

He props himself up on his elbows and whines. "Daddy, where are you going? Come back."

I chuckle as I pick up our drinks and place them in the mini fridge. I grab my phone and pull up my test results, then hand it to him.

He sits up as he reads. A sly smile crosses his face. "And is there a particular reason you want me to know your test results, Daddy?"

"There sure is, baby." I grab Noah's ankles and yank him to the edge of the bed. He squeals and laughs.

Once I have him right where I want him, I lightly push on his chest. "Lie back, darlin'."

He follows my command eagerly, and my cock jumps at the display in front of me. Noah looks like a damn buffet, and I'm fucking ravenous. Tugging Noah's gym shorts off his hips, I pause at the sight in front of me. Noah is wearing a pair of black silk panties.

"Well, isn't this a gorgeous sight? Did you wear these pretty little panties for me, boy?"

"Yes," Noah pants, as I tug them off, making sure to drag the soft material across his skin before tossing the thin material over my shoulder.

"Is that so?" I smirk. "Then, in that case, I think my boy needs a reward."

Noah gasps when I slowly spread his legs and lower to my knees. He's naked and laid out in front of me, but he doesn't shy away. Instead, he spreads his legs wider, showing off his taut balls and little pink hole. His cock is thick as it lays heavily on his abs, precum dripping from the tip.

I lick a path from the base of his dick all the way up to the head of his cock, where I briefly take him in my mouth before licking my way back down to his balls. Noah moans, legs still spread, so I take advantage of his position and lick lower. I lick his taint and work my tongue down to his hole before rimming it until he's begging.

"Please. More." And, "Please, Daddy. Please."

"What is it, boy? Do you need to come?"

"I do, please."

"Okay, boy. Grab onto the headboard and don't let go."

He does exactly that, and I start my process all over again. Licking the same path and working my way down. The whole time, I use my hands to explore his body, tweak his nipples, and caress his sides. I edge him several times until he practically yells as he begs to come.

Once he's worked up, I finally let myself bob up and down on his cock, worshiping it, cherishing it.

Cherishing him.

Noah screams and comes down my throat. I swallow and swallow, then linger there with his cock still in my mouth as I lazily suck, making sure to pull every drop from him.

He's flying high, with the cutest little smile on his face, before he accidentally slips into sleep. He snores lightly and I can't help but chuckle. When he's completely soft, I pull off of his cock and lick my lips. There isn't any clean up, since my mouth took care of that.

I'm hard as steel, but even better, I'm sated from making my boy fly. I tug off my shirt and strip down to my boxer briefs before crawling into bed and placing the covers over both of us. Once I tuck Noah against me, the little spoon to my big one, I kiss the back of his neck and fall asleep with him.

I can't think of a better way to start off my morning than wrapped around Noah.