6. RUSSELL

I didn't want the evening to end. My day might've started off rocky trying to figure out all the cruise terms and boarding, but it quickly turned into a highlight, and then getting to spend it with Griffin in his onesie, all cute and cuddly. I knew we had so many more days and evenings ahead, but I wanted to savor every single one of them, even the ones with Griffin as sleep on my chest.

That morning, Griffin was already awake, showering in the bathroom. His singing woke me up, but I didn't mind. He had a nice singing voice. I couldn't fault him for using it. He had it all, the voice and the looks.

I stayed in bed, just wondering what my life was. It was a dream, and for this entire trip, I wasn't going to let a moment slip me by. My pep talk had a big smile on my face, and then I noticed the smudged glitter pin on my body, and the transfer from my skin to the sheet.

"You're awake," Griffin said, walking back into the room, a towel clinging to a thread around is waist. His body glistened with the water droplets. "I went to go pee and I had pen all over my face." He gestured to his cheek. "It might look like I'm wearing a glittery highlight today." His towel dropped, revealing the perfectly manscaped triangular shape of his hair like it was directing traffic from his treasure trail.

"And you're awake," I said at his quickly chubbing cock. I smacked my lips. "Come over here and let me get a little breakfast."

He pouted. "Ok, Daddy."

"Good boy, that's right," I said, patting the side of the bed. "Come up beside me. I wanna taste your sweet skin."

He stuck his tongue out. "Only if I get to taste yours too."

"Baby, you can taste me whenever you want." I puckered my lips, air kissing toward him.

Griffin came over, doing a little dance with his hips as he approached, thrusting and giggling. "Come and get it."

I reached out, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him close. His cock was harder now, in my face. I did all I could to play a game with it, putting his cock in my face and licking the tip before taking it in my mouth.

He stroked the top of my head, brushing his fingers through my hair.

It turned into a full fumble on the bed as we sucked each other's cocks in a sixty-nine. I didn't want to stop tasting his skin, and he was ravenous, wrapping his hands around my cock like it was producing the last drop and he absolutely needed it in his mouth.

Our faces together, I noticed the glitter he'd mentioned shimmer on his cheeks. It was a reminder that I still had it on my chest, and it was spreading with the heat of our bodies, sweating.

I cupped a hand at his face, stroking at the stubble on his chin. "Fuck me, baby," I said, pulling his face close to kiss me. "Fuck me."

From the side of my body, Griffin climbed on top, and shimmied himself between my legs. "Yes, Daddy. You don't have to ask twice." He pushed my legs up to his chest, my ankles resting on his shoulders around his neck. "It's gonna make me dirty again."

"We have plenty of time to shower together," I said. We weren't on a set schedule. In fact, we were on vacation. The only activity we really should have scheduled in was to have fun with each other, an activity I was long overdue for. "Let me feel you up in Daddy's insides."

Griffin reached over the side of the bed, taking me with him as my legs were attached to his upper body. He grabbed a bag. Inside it, the bottle of lube and the animal toys I'd brought for him last night. The lube hadn't been in there, but I guess it fell in last night. It brought a smile to my face, seeing the lube and the plastic animals, like he was going to make a toy chest out of my ass with them.

"What if—" he began, and I knew he thought the same as me. He held the whale toy, the least amount of ridges and sharp edges. "I wanna play with both of you."

"I'm yours to play with baby," I told him. Apparently, I was the anomaly when it came to Daddies. I liked my ass being played with, being fucked, and pumped full of cum. At least that's what I'd been made to believe by the other Daddies I'd met at the Playhouse Club. "Go on."

Griffin spread my legs, excitement in his eyes as he looked at my hole. He compared the size of the whale to his cock. His cock was a little bigger, which seemed to disappoint him as he sighed. "What if I get it stuck?" he asked, holding the whale up by the tail end.

"Don't put it all the way in," I said. "Just the tip."

He giggled. "Just the head."

And with lube applied to the toy, he pushed the head inside my ass. It was amazing. Like a strangely shaped dildo, except I could feel where the fins were stopping him inserting it any further. It was either he stop, or he attempt to slice me. He knew my limit, but I didn't mind him trying again with another toy.

"My turn," he said, slowly pulling the toy out. He held it up once more, showing me how much had gone inside. It felt like I'd taken more than I had, but everything felt bigger when I was being inserted in your ass.

He was gentle, taking care of me as I took care of him. As he pushed his hips down into my ass, I moved my legs to wrap around his hips and waist. I didn't want to let go of him, squeezing around him. I kept him in position as I thrust my hips and ass on him, back and forth, feeling the good type of thickness that the plastic whale hadn't given me.

Entangled in each other, the pen on my body rubbed off a little more on his, and the soapy scent he carried from the shower rubbed off on me. I kissed his neck, and those kisses turned quickly into sucking as the carnal desire to be one with him took over. I left my little marks on the side of his neck, and in return, he left his mark on mine.

Once we were worn out, nearly cumming at the same time. We cuddled on the bed, pointing out the marks we'd made. It was like a post-fuck debrief.

"You did a really good job," I told him.

"Thank you."

"Like, I wanna present you with a little certificate that says, great at sex on it or something."

Cuddled with his head at my chest, he looked up at me and smiled. "Now I want that," he said. "And I'll make you one. Something like, could fit this much of a toy inside." He gestured with the space between two fingers.

"Hey," I said, taking his fingers in my hand. "I can do more than that. You just need to find a better toy. But you know that means I can't give them back."

He gasped. "I thought they were mine to keep forever."

"They are now." I kissed his forehead.

I didn't know what I'd have to tell my friend, but they weren't going back to whatever store room he'd pulled them out of.

Once we were both showered. Griffin for the second time, we were in a rush to get to breakfast to meet his friends. He had this quality that I saw disappear in him when he was around larger groups of people. It was that wonder in his eyes that lent itself to his little state. It was always a shame to watch as it faded.

At breakfast, I was quiet, contemplative as I stared at Griffin, trying to think about how the next ten days were about to go. I had no real concept of how long these things felt, but I knew, like all vacations, they were temporary, and they'd be over before I felt they'd had any real chance to start.

Tuning back into the conversation, Griffin was talking.

"My agent booked me for this catalogue gig on the 22nd, which means I'll have to be back in New York the day before," he said.

"We dock back in Barcelona on the 20th," Ryan said, clicking his tongue. "We're supposed to be going travelling around Spain." He swatted Thom's arm. "You can't cut it short."

Thom, Ryan's partner seemed to be in a world of his own, staring out of the panoramic view windows. "Oh—uh—yeah." He had no idea what was going on.

I slipped a hand on Griffin's knee. He was wearing cornflower blue shorts. It was nice to feel him. "Spain isn't going anywhere," I told them. Ryan didn't seem pleased.

"Ry," Griffin grumbled. "I told you the cruise was pushing it. My agent has me booked solid. Summer is big business. I've got to model for some winter clothing brand. And yes, I knew about this beforehand. I just wanted to tell you now, because we're all together, and you can't get mad at me when I'm happy."

Ryan rolled his eyes then set them on me. "I suppose I have you to thank for making Griff happy then," he said. "I'm just—ugh. We had a tour of one of movie locations set up in Girona, and everything."

"Listen," I said, butting in. I should've let it be, but I was in my forties, and I had been in my twenties before, so I knew that drama was made from the little moments. "You and Thom can go on the trip. Griffin has to work, but then you can always make another trip. It's not the end of the world."

Ryan took in a big breath and I knew I'd stepped in it. Thankfully, there was enough coffee in my system at that point where I wasn't phased by a rant. It was evident that he wanted to spend time with his friend, and his friend didn't keep a regular schedule. Griffin slipped his hand over mine. He turned to me and smiled.

"I have to deal with this all the time," Thom said as Ryan took a break to drink his orange juice and pick at a croissant. "He's a planner. You should've seen him yesterday trying to get Griffin out of the hotel with a hangover. I thought we'd be dealing with manslaughter charges before we even boarded."

Ryan pouted. "I just like order."

"I'm ok with some disorder," Griffin said, turning to me.

There as something cozy about him that made our instinctual head turn to each other romantic. We kissed. And Ryan's stressy demeanor turned into cooing, almost forgiving.

I went to grab another coffee, forcing myself to walk off the heat that had built in my body. I didn't want to walk around with a chubbed cock, but it probably wasn't even the hardest cock guys were walking around with here. This place was horned up to the maximum, and its influencers were felt through all corners and spheres of the queer community on board.

Back with a coffee and a juice for Griffin, I noticed Ryan had a binder out on the table. He flicked through pages, mumbling something as Griffin and Thom nodded like they understood.

"Thanks," Griffin whispered, taking the glass orange juice. "Ryan is telling us the plan."

"Obviously, this doesn't apply to you," he said, looking up from the pages at me. "But there are some things in here that Griff would like, and I think since the two of you are partners for the cruise, you should do things together."

It wasn't news to anyone that we'd been intimate already, and the only plan I had was to visit my friend's drag show. "I'm easy," I said. A poor choice of words as all three of them chuckled. "Not that easy." Although that was a lie, I was partially easy, but only to the right type of person.

"Tonight, there's a costume party, which is down on my yes section," Ryan said.

"That sounds good with me. My friend will be at that," I said.

He immediately shut the binder. "Then it's settled," he said. "I did hear something about there being a winner for best dressed and best couples costume, but I couldn't find that in the brochure, so I'm going off past experience."

I didn't have any costumes prepared. In fact, I hadn't planned for any of the events here. Meeting and getting along with Griffin threw a spanner in my vacation. A very good spanner, that I couldn't complain about.

"I have the perfect onesie," Griffin said.

"We brought a couple costume, right?" Thom said. "It's Peter Pan and Captain Hook."

"Are they a couple?" I asked.

"Enemies to lovers," Ryan said. "Obviously."

"Obviously," Griffin giggled. "What are you gonna dress up as?"

"I—" This is where I froze. Not a single idea. And they all waited for me to say something.

Ryan cut the silence, as he often did. "We have a spare costume," he said. "It'll be a surprise."

"Oh no, I—"

"It'll look good on you," Thom said.

"What is it?" Griffin asked.

That was telling, especially if he didn't know.

And they didn't appear to let up, but I had no other options, and I wasn't going to be the only one at a costume party in a shirt and slacks like a stiff. I suppose this is what Mick meant when he'd told me to let my hair down, I just figured he meant it. about his drag performance.