10. Teddy

Another night of drinking leads to another morning waking up with a dry mouth and low-grade headache. I might need to talk to Jamie about our drinking on vacation.

I also have another awkward boner.

This time I'm wrapped around Jamie with my arm under his neck, unable to roll away. We passed out shortly after returning to our newlywed suite, the bed feeling like floating on a feather, and I was glad sleep came quickly so I didn't have to dwell on the new bedding situation.

Jamie is breathing shallowly, oblivious to my mini-panic as I remember how we proved to know each other so well in the game the day before. I've never had anyone else in my life, except maybe my siblings, who knew me like that.

The kiss at the restaurant was confusing as hell. Normally I kissed girls because they got close and puckered up, knowing that's what they expected. I rarely got hard from it unless they started fondling me.

Kissing Jamie? Instant turn-on. And I don't know how to process what happened while trying not to rub against his ass. I need some space to think.

Trying to pull back the arm I have thrown around Jamie's torso, He grumbles in his sleep and grips my wrist. Dammit. I subtly move my arm lower in an attempt to break his hold, and encounter his morning wood.

Nope. No. Not going there. I yank back and extricate myself, rolling away and slipping out of bed as Jamie grumbles but doesn't wake. A glance out of our partially open curtains shows that we have docked, which means we reached Mexico.

Tip-toeing into the bathroom, I notice Jamie put my toiletries bag on the counter. He's often messy and forgetful, but I can't fault him for being a good friend.

The shower turns hot within seconds, and I strip off my briefs and T-shirt after taking a piss. Brushing my teeth and scrubbing my body while the spray pounds my shoulders, I feel a little more human, though my dick hasn't calmed down at all. I consider turning the water to cold, but decide it is better to take care of my problem before we do anything for the day.

Taking myself in hand, I put my other hand on the wall and close my eyes. No matter how hard I try, my mind keeps going back to the feeling of Jamie holding my face gently as his lips touch mine. My tongue touched his and my body lit on fire. How I ignored the way my dick fit perfectly between Jamie's tight ass cheeks before trying to move away in bed. And how my brief touch to his own cock had Jamie twitching.

"Morning, Sugar-dick," Jamie's deep, raspy voice surprises me when I don't hear the door opening over the shower.

My eyes open to see Jamie standing with his half-hard dick in hand to pee only a few feet away. He's sleep rumpled and looks up with a crooked grin before reaching to flush the toilet.

Warmth rushes through me as the water turns cold, and my orgasm hits before I can suppress my sounds.

"Fuuuuck, Jamie," I groan in a mix of pleasure and annoyance, seeing my cum spray the marble wall before washing down the drain.

The roaring in my ears dies down as the water turns warm again and I dare to glance toward the idiot who I hope can't see or hear what just happened through the fog of the shower steam.

Jamie's eyes are wide, his mouth open slightly, and I realize the automatic fan cleared any steam I might have had to hide behind. I turn away to wash my hair and avoid his gaze, knowing I'm likely red all over.

Maybe he'll think I was just annoyed about the water? Unlikely…I came while saying his name.

"I'll be out in a minute," I manage, and don't find Jamie when I finally turn off the water and get out to dry off. I shave without interruption and will my nerves to calm down.

Jamie knocks a few minutes later and I exit to let him in. He starts talking like nothing happened, "Cozumel has snorkeling lessons, or sunbathing on an adults-only beach, depending on how active you want to be today?"

He leaves the door open a crack while he brushes his teeth and I get dressed. I consider both options. Snorkeling sounds awesome, and something I want to try, but I'm not really in the mood for focused activity with so much on my mind. A hangover is also not conducive to taking lessons on how to breathe underwater.

"I'm down for the beach, so long as there is shade."

"I booked a covered cabana when I saw it was reservation only, just in case," Jamie calls out and I hear the shower turn back on. "So we're good to go."

Slathering myself in suntan lotion, I'm only just finished getting dressed when Jamie is back in a towel. Needing space while he gets dressed, I grab my blue Duke ball cap and go out on the balcony. I can see a handful of other cruise ships, and the heat is already ramping up.

It's almost ten when we head out and get directions, and I'm glad we don't run into Magic with his flirtatious winks. We're almost to the deck where people are queuing to go off-ship, when I hear a nearby TV playing something with clapping and cheers.

"No way, it's you," a stranger wearing only bikini bottoms and flip-flops gasps and points at Jamie and I. We glance at each other, confused, and the young man giggles, "From the show!"

He turns and points at the TV, which I see is built into the wall in a row of flashing images. The other screens are showing videos or slideshows about the cruise amenities, Pride events, and shore excursions. But the one he's looking at has seven people on stage. It's the beginning of the game show when Jamie pulled me close to apologize, and it looks like he's kissing my neck.

My face heats when I realize the event was recorded and is now playing for anyone on board who walks by. If this man recognizes us, it's not the first time, either.

He starts the same chant we heard at the restaurant, and others around us join in, "Kiss, kiss, kiss!"

Jamie shrugs and wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me close and pecking my cheek near the corner of my mouth. While I'm worried about a repeat of the night before, where we practically made out and I got hard in public, I also feel a sense of disappointment.

What is wrong with me?

The people cheer and we make our escape. Neither of us says a word, as we're surrounded by others from the ship. The hundreds of people who all think we're a married couple now. What can we say?

The beach is on the other side of Cozumel island to the south, and thankfully there are shuttles, because I'd die walking in the sun so close to the equator.

Jamie is wearing his fedora again, and I can't help smiling at his confidence as he leans back in the open seat as we cross the island. He's wearing a fluorescent pink tank top with wide open arm holes and bright orange swim trunks. I'm in a basic white T-shirt and long blue trunks, my pale legs not holding the tan like his skin does. I'm grateful he didn't pick the tiny suit he wore to the hot tub, especially with my recent boner situation.

We come to a stop and hop off, following the host to our spot for the day. The cabana has a wide, padded cushion big enough for two to lie on under a curved shade, and there are towels waiting for us along with water and fruit.

"Fancy," I comment, sitting down and taking in the sparsely populated beach. I was expecting a lot more people with how many were at the docks. But I notice something else off. "Jamie, are those guys naked?"

"Probably, It's a nude beach."

Jamie strips off his shirt and trunks, dumping the fabric on the seat beside me as my mouth hangs open. I don't think to look away until he's stretching his arms in the sun with only his hat still on.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I focus my eyes on the bright blue water and the lightly lapping waves instead of his bared body only a couple of feet away.

"Because you wouldn't have come," I can tell Jamie is shrugging from my peripheral vision and I want to smack him. He lays a towel out on the sand in front of our cabana, "Are you going to join in the fun and do away with your tan lines?"

Grabbing a pillow, I cover my lap and focus back on the waves. My stupid boner is back and I'm doubly angry about the situation. Not so much that there are naked people, but more how I seem to have lost control of my libido at the most inopportune time.

"No, I'm good," I'm already starting to sweat, and need to cool off. "I think I'll go swimming for a bit."

Jamie nods and lays down, tilting his hat to cover his face. I take off my shirt and wipe my brow with it, but I can't help sneaking peeks at his body as I stand and slip off my shoes and watch. I don't walk, I run to the water. It's warmer than I expected, but at least no one can see me tenting my shorts.

Why is it different now?

So we pretended to be a couple and kissed for show. That doesn't change anything. Right?