14. Teddy

Looking down at my best friend on his knees, a bit of my cum on his swollen lips, I can't help wanting to kiss him. Is it weird to kiss after a blow job? No, I've had girls want to kiss me after. I was the one who turned them down. With Jamie though…

Reaching under his arms, I pull Jamie to his feet and smash my mouth to his. Licking inside, I taste myself on him and feel a growl leave me at how hot that is.

"Didn't know you had this sex beast in you," Jamie teases between kisses.

"Me either," I try to kiss him again but he pulls back.

"I want to unpack that statement, but I need to wash my hands first."

Jamie gets up and helps me straighten my clothes before peeking around the corner. "I think we're clear. The ocean seems easiest."

I'm not sure what he means, but I follow past the people dancing along to music I'd tuned out while Jamie's mouth was on me. He leads us to the waves and walks right in. I go after him and the warm water is almost too much against my flushed skin.

Jamie rubs his hands under the water and then reaches for me, pulling me against his body despite the heat. I'm still confused about everything, but I don't want to be anywhere else.

"Cleaned all the cum off?" I ask.

"Among other things," Jamie murmurs and nibbles on my earlobe.

"What does that mean?" I pull back to see his face.

Jamie isn't smirking like he's telling a joke, but he does look satisfied. "It means I stuck a finger up my ass thinking about your dick there."

"Sno-Balls!" Someone yells from on shore, trying to be heard over the music. We both turn to see a man with a large box strapped around his neck, holding up shaved ice cones. "Cool off with balls!"

We crack up and almost fall over laughing. Jamie tugs my hand, "Come on, let's get some cool balls."

"Think he knows what he's saying?" I ask Jamie when we're in line for the sno-balls guy.

"He's selling balls to a gay cruise Pride party, he has to know."

The man seems to play into the joke in his half-Spanish, half-English, and the partygoers are eating it up.

"Cock Island Balls?" He asks when it's our turn. Oh yeah, he knows.

"Naranja for me and fresa for him," Jamie orders for us, and I see the pictures next to names on the side of his ice box. He picked orange for himself and strawberry for me. The man makes fast work with the syrup and hands them over. "Thanks."

We walk hand in hand toward the benches lining the beach to eat our treat and watch the people dancing. Jamie doesn't let go of my hand and we eat in silence. It's not as awkward as I would have thought, considering what we did. More companionable like we always are.

The music stops abruptly and I sit up to see what's happening. I can't see the DJ booth, but I can hear the person on the microphone.

"Guests of the Gay Pride Cruise, we regret to inform you that there is a storm approaching, and we will need to dock at Cock Island for the night." People groan and I look at Jamie as the person continues, "You can book a room at the resort here, or stay on the ship, but we plan to leave no later than five am."

"That's twelve hours later than planned," I point out and Jamie stands to toss the last of his shaved ice in a nearby trash can.

"Another twelve hours in paradise isn't so bad."

Standing to join him, I toss mine as well and run my fingers through my hair. I hate last minute changes to plans.

"But we'll be late getting back to port in Florida. We might miss our flight."

Jamie takes my hand again and squeezes, "Then we'll change our flight."

"But what do we do now?"

"Well, I saw a few things on the menu at lunch I'd love to try."

"Like what?" I scrunch my brows, trying to remember if he mentioned anything.

"Jerk chicken."

Jamie keeps a straight face for about two-point-five seconds before he doubles over with laughter and I catch onto the joke. I roll my eyes, but I'm chuckling too.

"I thought you loved to jerk the chicken?" Jamie teases through laughter, wiping his eyes at his own humor.

"You're such a child," I push him and he grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers. We start walking toward the restaurant, even though I'm not hungry yet.

"You know what snow-balling is, right?" Jamie asks out of nowhere.

"Is it something sexual?"

"You've had it twice today," Jamie asks, and I know he's hinting at something.

Thinking back to what we did together, my face heats, but I don't know what he's talking about. "Tell me."

Jamie stops us and licks his lips, "It's when someone comes in your mouth and then you share it by kissing."

Fuck. Why is him stating what we did so hot?

Jamie doesn't say anything else, only kisses me and continues walking. We have a drink before ordering jerk chicken to go, because now I need to try it, but we plan to eat it on the ship. They tell us it will be about twenty minutes, and Jamie gets up to hold out his hand.

"I know you don't like dancing in a club, but maybe we could dance on the beach?"

My first instinct is to say no. When we went out dancing near our college, I hated the dark, crowded spaces full of drunk people. Jamie would always go off to find a hookup and I was left feeling like the ultimate wallflower until I went home before anyone else.

A beach isn't the same as a club, though, and I have to believe Jamie won't abandon me after what we shared.

Taking his hand, I walk in a daze to the beach, where the crowd has grown. With our departure time delayed, people can stay longer. This will go into the night instead of ending before dinner.

The sky is darkening with clouds, but the sun hasn't set yet, and Jamie brings us to the edge of the group. The music is something up tempo I don't recognize, and everyone is grinding up on each other.

Before I can tell Jamie never mind, he pulls me close and slots his leg between mine. "Just move with me. Forget everyone else."

Jamie's hands roam all over my body, and I grip onto his back as he rolls his hips against me. It's erotic, and I stop focusing on everyone else, just like he said. We move together as Jamie kisses my neck, and I wonder if I'll have a hickey.

Everything around us disappears until a cold sensation hits me on the top of the head, trickling down to my neck and under my collar. I look up and rain starts to pour over the crowd.

"Crap, let's go," Jamie takes my hand and starts running toward the restaurant, which isn't easy in flip-flops. Others follow, retreating to the shade of the restaurant's patio while we go inside for our dinner.

"It's cold now," the raven-haired waitress tells us, but she's smirking like she knows we were having fun. "You should get to the ship before the winds pick up."

"Right, thanks," Jamie takes the box from her and we make a run for the ship.

We get to our room soaking wet and Jamie lets me take the first shower, before hopping in himself to warm up. I dry off while he's still washing and lay on the bed to pull out my phone. I have research to do, but Jamie catches me when I don't realize he's reappeared.

"Whatcha looking at?" Jamie grabs my phone and I try to get it back, but he straddles my waist. He's naked where I'm wearing a fluffy robe, and it's distracting. "Ooh, prostate orgasms and how to prepare for anal sex?"

My face heats and I try to get out from under him, "Shut up, give it back."

"No, I want to read it."

"Fine," I stop struggling and Jamie flops onto the bed beside me. I let him read and stew on what he's thinking. "Are you going to say anything?"

Jamie sets the phone down and turns towards me, "Do you want to try prostate orgasms or anal sex, Teddy?"

The orgasms we had together were beyond comparison, and when he told me about his finger… "I had to know more."

"Do you see me receiving, or you?" Jamie asks without smiling, and I'm glad he isn't teasing me.

"I don't, I can't…" I can't find the words, but Jamie reads my mind.

"You see yourself as the pitcher, not the catcher?"

"Yes," I nod, glad he understood without me saying anything.

"Now?" Jamie's lips quirk up, and I feel my blush spreading down my neck.

"No. Yes. No."

Jamie puts his hand over mine between us, "I'm game to try anything once."

"But not this second? We've already…twice today."

"Want to leave it up to me? If I'm up for it I'll make it happen?" Jamie offers and I could kiss him for taking the decision out of my hands.

I can kiss him. So I do.

Jamie pushes closer and we kiss languidly, our dinner long forgotten in favor of jerking each other off.