Two

JJ Carrington

Today I seriously questioned my choices. The summer was supposed to be fun with nothing scheduled and three months for me to do whatever the fuck I wanted. And apparently what I wanted was to join some friends on a small island in the Caribbean that the cruise lines frequented. I'd been trying to find my place in the family business since getting my college degree, but so far none of it held my attention. When I asked to take the summer off, my dad waved me off and I took that as a yes, when he probably was glad to get me out of his hair.

"What are we even doing here?" I asked Bobby, my partner in crime or at least mischief.

"It'll be great. We came here on a cruise when I was a kid and I thought it would be fun to stay nearby," he explained as we walked to where a cruise ship was anchored offshore while passengers were loading into smaller boats to be brought to the beach.

"I mean don't get me wrong, it's beautiful. But there's nothing here except the cruise ship." We'd been partying in Miami for the past week when a friend who had a yacht suggested we move the party here. We'd booked a room in a nearby hotel, but Bobby wanted to hang out with the cruise passengers for the day, and once he said it was a gay cruise I was more than happy to follow along.

"What do you mean there's nothing here?" Bobby asked and pointed out all the activities offered. There was actually a lot here. Floating structures bobbed in the ocean just offshore, and waterslides that emptied into one of the biggest swimming pools I'd ever seen. Plus, a restaurant and bar nearby.

"Okay so maybe this isn't so bad." Men and more men wandered over from the small boat to where we sat on the lounges we'd claimed. Some of them stopped to talk to us, while others ignored us as they walked either as couples or groups.

"Have you been on a cruise before?" Bobby asked, pulling me from my perusal of every man within my line of sight.

"Nope. My parents were never really into it. We went on a lot of vacations but not a cruise."

"Too bad. There's always something to do, and lots of clubs to choose from at night," Bobby said and relaxed back against the lounge chair he had chosen. Both of us were tanned and judging by the looks we were getting we were looking good.

"Excuse me, are you part of the cruise?" a man a little older than me asked. He had on a crisp white button-up shirt and dress shorts. Definitely management.

"No, we're staying at a small hotel on the other side of the island. We just bought a day pass to use the facilities," Bobby lied.

The man narrowed his eyes and was about to say something when another staff member rushed over and whispered something to him. "I've got to go. Just don't cause any trouble, okay?" he said and turned away without a second glance. "Can I see your wristbands?" he asked a loud group of men who had just taken the empty lounge chairs next to us.

"Hey, do you work here?" one of them asked the man, whose nametag said his name was Ryan.

"Yes, is there something I can help you with?" he asked and walked closer to where they were all still getting situated. I overheard the group asking about some excursions they'd signed up for and where they were supposed to meet for the snorkeling.

Bobby slid his sunglasses down his nose and watched as he walked away. He turned to look at me with a big grin before waggling his eyebrows. "Looks like we're partying here." Just then a waiter walked up and took our order.

"Two beers and four shots of tequila," I said, making Bobby groan.

"Not again," he mumbled with a shake of his head. The other guys had stayed back at the hotel because we'd partied on the voyage here and none of them were up to partying again quite yet.

"Oh, it's on," I said and rubbed my hands together like a villain with a plan. Then the two of us settled back to people watch while we waited for our drinks. "When do you have to be back at work?"

"Monday. I took today off because I've been working nonstop for months, but we start a new project next week and I can't miss it. Looks like you're on your own next week." Bobby watched another group of guys fresh off the ship walk toward the other side of the swimming pool.

We were both single and liked it that way. I had no intention of settling down with one guy anytime soon, and Bobby was happy to find anyone he was attracted to for the night. He worked at his father's architectural firm as one of the lead project managers, and even though he loved to party, he loved his job even more. So, I knew when he said he was leaving he meant it.

"You're more than welcome to hang out here longer if you want. I can come back and get you next weekend," he said, while his attention was still on the group of guys who were discussing if they had time to get a drink before meeting the party boat that was taking them snorkeling.

"Want to see if we can join them?" I asked when he still hadn't stopped staring.

"Yeah, why not," he said, before downing both shots and taking a drink of beer. "Might as well make the most of it while we're here." The two of us stood after I'd drank my shots and walked over to the group of about ten guys.

"Hey, do you have any idea where we sign up for the snorkeling tour?" Bobby asked and moved closer to the man who had caught his eye.

"I'm not sure, but that's where we're going." He had a slight build that was very toned and firm. With dark hair and skin and a smile that was both innocent and hot as fuck. And when his eyes met Bobby's neither of them looked away.

"Care if we tag along?" Bobby asked without even trying to pretend he wasn't all over the cute guy in front of him.

"I don't mind." He smiled before one of his friends gave him a healthy shove out of the way and put his hand out.

"Hiiii, I'm Geno, and this is my friend Michael." Bobby shook his hand and introduced himself, and immediately moved around Geno to stand closer to Michael.

"I'm JJ," I said and held my hand out to Geno. "So where are you going snorkeling?" I asked.

"It's a small reef not far away," he said, and we followed as they slowly walked toward the bar.

"Hey, how about a round," I said as I pulled out a stool and made sure Geno sat next to me. "So, where are you from." Geno was a little shorter than me and way more muscular. His barely-there tank top showed off his impressive chest and arms.

"I'm from New York, all of us are. This is our yearly cruise. How about you?" His voice was deep and when he spoke it was a direct line to my dick, and I was now more than happy to go snorkeling with them.

"Me? I'm from Sacramento," I said, while watching his tongue as he licked his lips. Images of those lips on my dick had me starting to harden but then I remembered I was on a beach, in a swimsuit, with lots of other people nearby.

"Cool," Geno said, just as the bartender walked over and took everyone's order. "So did you really want to go spend the day with us?"

"Fuck yes," I said and leaned in close to him. "Hopefully, we can find someplace private."

"I think that can be arranged," Geno said, and I knew for a fact we'd found the right group to hang out with.