15. Maybe Im Just Horny: Todd

Maybe this could work. Maybe I was being stupid. Maybe he understands or at least is trying to. I thought he was fetishizing me—was that even a word? And what? I want someone who likes the pup-play, and then I don't want someone who finds it sexy? Isn't that what he was saying? He sure was hard enough, even after I barked. I could see that. Hypocrite much?

No, I was scared. And I had a right to be. I'd been burned so many times, and when I first told Larry about my kink, he criticized me and called me childish. But. He wasn't calling me childish now.

And I'm so fucking horny with this hard on, and he's right here and…

I pressed against his body, and he didn't move. He was so warm, and I wanted to stay there, but my dick was demanding more, so I slid down his body. He still wore those sexy sweatpants that made me a little crazy and wanting him the night before. I hadn't been drunk enough not to remember that. Fuck!

Pulling his waistband down, I peeked at his treasure trail that pointed me lower still. This would be easier if he didn't have these pants on, but I was more than determined. I pulled them and yanked until his morning wood sprang up for me. Since it was practically waving at me, I took a swipe of the head with my tongue. Pre-cum immediately leaked out, and I licked that up. Salty and tangy with a slight citrus flavor, it reminded me of seawater and margaritas. I leaned up, repositioning so I could get my mouth on him and take his head in. Then I went down and sucked as I slowly came up.

Larry moaned like the dead awakening. I cracked up at my silly thoughts.

"W-What are you doing?" His sleepy voice was low and rough and sexy as hell, making my cock hard as a rock.

"I don't know, but I'm sober, and I want you." That was as much of the truth as I had at that moment.

His hands landed in my hair as I went down on him again. He moaned again, softer this time, and then cursed under his breath. His fingers played with my hair, never pushing or directing, only encouraging. Still, I wouldn't have minded a shove or two.

I growled a little as I moved down and licked his balls.

"You're going to kill me with that."

"Ha-ha, that's my evil plan. Death by oral."

He laughed, then moaned. "Damn. I'm so fucking close already." And I believed him since his cock was like an iron rod.

Then I said something that I thought was caused by my brain being melted or something. "W-Will you? Will you fuck me?"

"Todd? Are you sure?"

"Yeah…Fuck! I know I've been hard to deal with, but I want to give this thing a try. It's just I'm scared and—"

"Let's talk about that later." He flipped me over on my back and crowded over me, staring down at my face. He touched my bottom lip. "Let's do it. We can work out the rest later. Tell me you have lube."

I rolled my eyes. "I have lube, duh."

"Get. It." I hadn't heard him so commanding and forceful before, and it did something strange inside me. Not only did it make my cock pulse, but my heart leaped too. Then Larry moved off of me, and I jumped up. I rummaged through my bathroom stuff, finding both the lube and a condom. When I went back to the bed, I practically threw both at him.

He'd pulled off his sweatpants and knelt there on the bed, completely naked and glorious. Fuck!

"Get those off." He motioned toward me, obviously meaning my boxers and T-shirt. I whipped them off as quickly as I could and practically tripped. I caught myself on the edge of the bed before I could hit the floor, and he reached over, grabbing me under the arms and pulling me up on the mattress. "Come here." He wrapped me in his arms and ran his nose behind my ear, where I was sure he could only smell day-old sweat and chlorine.

"That's probably not all that sexy. I need a shower."

"After."

I didn't answer. Simply let him manhandle me around until I was face down and butt up. He rubbed the palms of his hands over my back and ass, down my thighs. He leaned in and licked my balls, teasing them, then squeezed a butt cheek. "You're probably the sexiest man I've ever seen. You do know that, right?"

"Me? Huh. Doubt it." I was scrawny at best.

"Long, lean, sexy in every move you make and every word you say, and you've been driving me nuts for over a month now. Maybe longer."

"N-Nah…" But I couldn't say anymore when he quickly snicked open the lube and dripped a trail down my crack, following it with his finger. He slid that digit inside me, and I wanted to come right then and there. I hadn't been breached in a while, and I hadn't even realized how much I missed it until right that second. "Fuck! We could have been doing this all along."

"This?" He wiggled that finger around, added more lube, and slid a second finger beside it. "Yes, we could have."

I growled and hissed, bucking back against his hand when he brushed my prostate. "Fuck! You ass…"

"Want me to stop?"

"Hell no. Don't you fucking dare."

"You have a potty mouth, you know that?" he chuckled, but he didn't stop finger fucking me and stretching me out.

"Fuck yeah." There was a push-pull-burn-release rhythm going that I moved with until I couldn't take it anymore, and I groaned and begged under my breath.

Larry leaned close and whispered, "You ready?"

"Yes." I was more than ready, but I didn't want the sensations to stop. At the same time, I knew the next part would be better. It had to be. I'd seen the man move his hips on the dance floor, and I knew he could fuck the hell out of me. And more importantly, I wanted it. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

"With pleasure."

He moved around, and I heard him fooling around with the condom wrapper, then he flipped me over on the bed again. "I want to see your face. I love your expressions."

I lifted an eyebrow, making him chuckle. "Like this?"

"Yes. Exactly."

I spread my legs and rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Come on."

He lifted one of my feet over his shoulder as he moved closer. The move lifted my ass off the bed and gave him a better angle to find the hole. And in a moment, he did. The head of his dick was pressed against it. "Take a breath."

I sucked in air.

And he pushed that sexy, thick cock right in. It actually wasn't too fat, but it was long. I'd measured it up when I was blowing him, and honestly, it seemed to fit me perfectly.

When he had pressed in all the way so his groin brushed against my butt cheeks, he paused. "Ready?"

"One second," I practically gasped the words. It felt like I'd taken his whole arm rather than his dick.

"Breathe, baby. In slow. Out slow."

His voice was commanding, demanding. I listened and breathed, and he walked me through it. I hoped things would work out. He'd be an amazing handler if he applied himself like that, but I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that while he was poised to fuck me.

When my heart stopped racing, and my lungs felt like they could handle the job on their own, I gave him my best smile and said one word, "Go."

And go, he did.

He pulled out slowly, about halfway, and shoved in again quickly. Then he moved in steady strokes that weren't too fast or too slow, but as he did, he shifted around, shifted me around, shifted his hips erotically. And then he hit that spot. His dick rubbed against it with each push and pull, making weird noises come out of my mouth.

"Yeah… that's it, huh?" He crowed as he fucked me harder and harder by measures.

And I relished every fucking second.

Until I started chasing my orgasm in earnest, then I was moving my hips counter to his strokes, looking for more pressure, more speed, more something. "Come on…"

Then he grabbed my cock, his hand still sticky and slick with lube, and jacked me.

"Yes!" I yelled out. That was what was missing. He annihilated my ass and squeezed my cock simultaneously, and in seconds I was coming all over the damn place, shooting off like a rocket.

Then, he grabbed both my ankles and spread my legs farther apart. "Oh, fuck, yeah…"

I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me. Green and mossy and passionate, loving eyes, staring back at me—taking all of me in. He bit his lower lip, then closed those pretty green eyes and came with a jerk and a gasp.

"Good?" I asked tentatively.

"The fucking best."

After we cleaned up, we lay in bed together and cuddled up, which surprised me. It shouldn't have, I'd been in bed with him and knew he didn't mind a little snuggle. But this seemed bigger with our legs tangled and my head on his chest with his warm arm around me. I wanted to live there forever. And it felt like he was willing to let me.

Just as I was starting to doze off, Larry squeezed me tighter and kissed the top of my head. "This is nice. I've never wanted to hold on to someone like this before, but you're opening my eyes to a lot of things, little pup."

My heart swelled with the endearment that I didn't think I'd ever hear from someone outside of my pup-play circle. But that didn't make him my handler, and I needed to remember that. "Good. It's good to be open to new things, and I like this too."

"I like everything about you."

"I like almost everything about you."

"Hey, now!" He tightened his arms around me again. "Seriously, Todd. I am keeping an open mind, so tell me more about why you do the pup thing."

I thought about what to say for a minute. "Well…" I shifted to get more comfortable, but I was only stalling. The best thing to do was jump in. "First, it's more than a thing I do. It's who I am. Sunshine is a part of me. Does that make sense?"

"No. Maybe a little bit. Explain."

"I'm not sure I know how to explain that, but not going to moshes and playing with my pup-brothers is not an option. It's as important to me as…as getting up and taking a shower. Getting dressed for the day. Eating breakfast. It's something I have to do, but I love doing it, so it's not a hardship. Maybe it's like jacking off."

Larry burst out laughing, and I quickly joined him. "That's something."

"You get what I'm saying? Something you have to do, but you also enjoy it."

"But do you have to jack off?"

I groaned. "Okay, maybe not the best example."

"Sure, I think I understand, but it still doesn't explain why."

"Why, huh…that's maybe harder to work out." I grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over us. Not because I was cold but because I wanted a symbolic shield. And the sheet was super soft.

"Hey." Larry flipped to his side and pulled the sheet back. "Don't do that. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm trying to connect with you on your level. Don't shut me out."

"I'm…scared. You know? I've never opened up so much." I tucked my face against his chest.

"Sure. But neither have I. And being vulnerable is always scary."

"What are you being vulnerable about?"

Larry gently pushed me back and stared into my eyes. His were sparkling green and maybe a tad moist, but I wasn't calling him out on it. Maybe mine were too. "This. You. I've never understood kinks. I've never let myself admit that it can be fun and sexy. I never got that having kinks is…normal. Hell, it took a lot, and Hudson, to get me to truly understand that it was okay to be gay. It was a lot of deprogramming the brain." He tapped his forehead. "Normal and right meant a man and a woman, missionary style." He chuckled, "I don't even know why, but that's what was ingrained in my head."

"Why?"

"I'm on the spot for why now, huh? Okay. Well, my alcoholic father drilled it into my head from a very young age. If I wasn't exactly what he thought of as a man, then I was a failure. I am a failure."

"Oh shit. You are anything but a failure. Honestly, you're pretty fucking fantastic." I rolled over, putting my body half on top of his, enjoying his warm skin. "One of the most successful men I know. I aspire to be that successful. Ha! I don't even have a job."

"You will though. And then you'll be great at it."

"Yeah, well, you don't really know that, and fuck! It had better be fast or I'm going to be homeless."

"Uh, hell no, you won't. You have plenty of people who love you and would take you in, including me, but starting with Jax and Royce. What is it you call them? Pup-bros?"

"Pup-brothers. Yeah. I know, but I don't want to rely on anyone else. I mean, I've loved their support, and we got into the pup play together, and we're just that—brothers. But I'm in a different place now."

"Sure, everyone grows."

I rolled over to my back and stared at the ceiling, thinking about how much I had grown over the last seven years. A lot, but still, at my core, there was uncertainty and a sense that I'd missed out on something early in life. "I don't know…my childhood wasn't bad. My parents are as supportive as they can be, but I'm different."

"Different than Jax and Royce?"

"Maybe than anybody." I cleared my throat, sucking my tears back, and sat up. "You want to know why? Why the pup play?" Larry nodded. "Fine." I got out of bed and walked naked across the floor. Why not? All of this made me feel more vulnerable than I had ever been. "At first, it was because they were doing it. I went along for the ride but soon realized it fulfilled something deep inside me. It allowed me to be, well, to be the complete opposite of how I normally am." I bit my lip as I thought about it, then dragged my fingers through my hair, pushing it back. "When I'm Sunshine, I'm happy and energetic, carefree. I don't have to think about school or my family or life. I can just be." I held my arms out, begging him to understand.

"Oh." Larry's eyes lit up, opening wide as he shuffled to the edge of the bed. "I…I understand that. I mean. I don't do anything like that, but at the end of the day, I'm home alone. I can just be. I don't think about work, the deals, my friends, or my stupid demanding family."

"I guess that's similar, but I think it goes deeper for me. It's acceptance and play, and having that is something I've never had before and probably never will again."

Larry nodded and held his arms out to me. "Come here." I readily moved over and crawled on his lap, wrapping up in him. He kissed the side of my head. "Here's the deal. I might not totally understand that, but I don't have to. All I have to do is be open and kind. All I have to do is try. And honestly, this is new to me, but I admit I like it."

"Okay." I leaned back and took in his rugged, handsome face. Since he hadn't shaved, the scruff along his jaw outlined the strength he held there. I ran my fingers over his cheeks. Then he pulled me closer, rubbing his nose against mine and silently offering me his lips. And I took them. Kissing, then sucking his lower lip into my mouth.

Larry moaned and opened for me, begging me for more with the tip of his tongue. I was all in. I attacked his tongue with mine, taking in his flavor, and it was heady stuff. My cock woke up and took notice, and apparently his did too. I felt it hardening beneath me, so I flipped over, straddling him, and he fell back on the mattress. His hands roamed my sides and back, then lower, gripping my ass, which made me moan along with him.

Without words, we wiggled around, repositioning and getting under the soft sheets. We touched and explored each other. Arms, shoulders, chests. He sucked on my nipple, making it nub up. I nibbled on his side, making him squirm and laugh.

Larry fingered my balls, gently massaging and coaxing me to spread my legs. Then he took his time, licking and sucking my cock, like it was the last bit of sustenance he was ever going to receive. Licks, nibbles, sucks, all of it until I bucked my hips, wanting to ask for more but not wanting to break the quiet loving we'd started. I didn't need to say it, though. He knew. And he found the lube and a condom on the floor beside the bed, where they'd ended up before. It didn't take much to work me open, and then he was suited up and pushing in.

This wasn't purely sex. No. Larry made love to me, slow and sure. Steady and promising. And underneath those soft-soft sheets. It was nearly heaven. Then I chuckled, thinking how cheesy-romantic I was getting.

"What?"

I leaned up and kissed him. "Nothing. Later." I rubbed my hands along his sides, encouraging him to move again. And he did. A little more soft-sweet, then he shifted, flinging off the sheet completely and pulling my legs up. And he fucked me like he meant it.

It couldn't be more perfect.

Until the stars exploded behind my eyes and I came hard with one hand jacking my cock and the other gripping his side. It only took a few pumps until he was there with me, jerking and coming into the condom and making me wish we'd gone bare. But there was time enough for that later. It was still in my someday category. Not for now.

We lay there and cuddled and dozed for a while, but eventually, my stomach growled. We got up, showered, brushed our teeth, and ordered sandwiches. We ate out on the balcony when our meal arrived, and like everything else on Jax's cruises, the food was fantastic. For sandwiches, they were elevated and tasty.

"What are we going to do now?" Larry asked as we cleaned up lunch.

"I don't know. There's some surprise on the schedule for tomorrow, but nothing today."

"Good. More snuggling in bed where I get to have you all to myself."

I laughed and stood to grab the tray and put it outside, but Larry had other plans. He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. "This is nice," I said softly as I cuddled in.

"Mmm…it's a great spot for you to be in when I kiss you."

"Oh, you're going to kiss me?"

"Of course." He winked and pulled me to him, keeping that promise, kissing me softly and then hard, the passion building.

The intercom system crackled, and Jax came across. "Attention, my wonderful guests! This is an important announcement from your sponsor, Hoadley Yacht Private Vacations."

"He's so goofy. I just love him."

Larry nodded, and Jax continued his speech. "There are not a lot of rules or expectations on this cruise, but I have one thing to ask of you. Please. Everyone is expected to be in the main dining hall at seven pm sharp tonight. Everyone. No exceptions, please. This is an every-guest aboard dinner. Oh, and please wear all the fancy clothes! This is special. Thank you."

I pursed my lips, staring at Larry, wondering what Jax was planning.

Then Jax piped up for one more thing because, of course, he had to. "And thank you all so much for traveling Hoadley Yacht Private Vacations. Please be sure to rate your experience, post to social media, and tell aaaall your friends."

"Now that's more what I expected from him." I rolled my eyes.

We dressed for dinner. We'd been asked to bring at least one nice suit. Mine was okay, but Larry looked fucking spectacular. I grabbed my glasses off the side table and slipped them on. "Woah. That's what? Bespoke?"

"Yes. Good eye."

"Yeah, well, I spent the last seven years hanging out with Royce. He's a clothes whore. I mean, Jax has nice stuff too, but Royce? Man!"

"You look exceedingly nice yourself. And with those glasses, very Clark Kent." He waggled his eyebrows at me, so I rolled mine, but I didn't think he was totally wrong. It's why I bought the thicker black frames in the first place.

"Shall we?" I asked, holding up my elbow for him to wrap his arm around, which he did.

"Yes. Let's."

We goofed off, being silly, as we made our way up to the dining room on the upper deck. The place was decked out like a prom. The front entrance had a large backdrop of glittery stars framed by black and silver balloons next to it, and a line of couples were getting selfies before they went inside. "Oh hell, yeah, we have to do that, Larry."

"Sure. Let's get in line."

We made our way over, saying hello to most of the people we knew. Though I didn't know them well, I did know who they were. Levi's sister Brianna was there with her hubby and another couple that had come with them. She stepped out of line to hug me and say hello. "You look fabulous, Brianna." She wore a deep purple cocktail dress with a princess cut that showed off her best features.

"Thanks, sweetie. You both look great."

We ended up behind Drew and Justin, so I immediately struck up a conversation about gaming with Justin. Drew shook his head. "You're a bad influence on him, Todd."

"Shut up." Justin bumped into Drew with a bright, flirty smile. They both wore nice suits, but Justin's was a particularly fetching shimmery black. The colorful tattoos on the back of his hands stood out against the jacket and white shirt cuffs.

Eventually, it was our turn, and we did a few different poses. The professional photographer Royce had hired was manning the booth. He not only took our pictures with his camera, but he also used both of our phones to take pictures for us. The one he took with his equipment had our cheeks pressed close together, and I knew I had to get it from Jax later. It would be so cute.

Inside, the room looked like more prom store décor with balloons and streamers. The tables were fancy, with white and silver tablecloths and centerpieces. It was amazing. Everything my high school prom was not. Especially since this time, I had a sexy date on my arm.

I turned to him and smiled as we made our way around the room, searching for our names on the tables. Jax and his team did a great job positioning everyone. He sat Royce and Quinn at the table with us, Ward and him. Pup-brothers to the end. But the table right next to us was Levi, Hudson, Levi's sister and brother-in-law, and their friends. On the other side of our table, Drew and Justin sat with a few other guys, including Lee and Danny, whom we met on the first day.

Our tables were positioned front and center of the room along a small stage that looked ready for the crowning of prom-king and queen. However, I didn't think that was actually going to happen, but who the hell knew with Jax in charge. He was known to steal the show with his cute blond hair, mix-matched eyes, and sweet smile that looked like he knew something you didn't.

He strutted in with Ward at his heels, both looking stunning in white tuxes with deep blue bow ties and cummerbunds. Hell, they actually looked more like they were getting married than going to the prom. Ward pulled Jax's seat out for him. "Thank you, gorgeous." He winked at Ward, who blushed and sat beside him. "Hi, guys. Where's Boone?" Jax asked, using Royce's pup-name and looking down at his watch.

"Don't know. Maybe in line for the selfies." I thumbed over my shoulder toward the entrance, and the timing was perfect. Royce and Quinn walked through the doors like they owned the place. Of course, Royce was dressed to the nines in a bespoke suit with pants and a jacket in a light blue and a white shirt that seemed to have a slight silver sheen, and he wore it open at the collar instead of having a tie. He had a silver and soft pink pocket square popping out that nearly perfectly matched Quinn's shirt. His suit was dove-gray over it, and surprise—his pocket square matched the silvery white of Royce's suit. Yep. Stunning.

"Fuck! Why do they always look so good?" I asked no one.

But Jax answered with a chuckle. "It's his mother's influence, I assure you."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, dude."

Royce and Quinn sat beside us, and we all talked quietly until drinks and entrees were served.

At some point, Larry patted Jax's shoulder. "This is nice, Jax. Y'all did an amazing job with this."

"It was fun." Jax winked and flashed that knowing smile.

But Royce smirked. "You haven't seen anything yet."

I glared at my friend. "What do you know that I don't?"

"It's a surprise," Royce answered, and Quinn groaned.

Jax smacked Royce's shoulder. "Be nice. Oh shit! Time. Time. Ward." He shoved Ward a little, and he swallowed his drink.

"Okay. I got this." He stood and waved to someone, nodded, and sat back down. "Here we go."

An older man dressed in Jax's company uniform walked out to the little stage and turned the PA system on. "Test. Test. One two." The crowd got quiet. "Good evening, gentlemen and ladies." He smiled at the one table that had women, Levi's sister and her friend. "Thank you once again for cruising Hoadley Yacht Private Vacations."

"Enough with the marketing," I whispered under my breath, and Jax actually cackled.

The employee continued. "Now. Introducing our captain for this voyage, Captain Mark Freely, to bring us a few words."

He held his hand out to the right while the captain walked up the stage and everyone clapped, especially Jax and Royce, who over-did it a little. Captain Freely nodded to them and bowed to the crowd. "Thank you. Thank you for the warm welcome. Now." He paused for effect or to let the crowd quiet down. Everyone in the same room felt like a full boat with all the guests and crew. "I shall be announcing tonight's Prom King and King."

Everyone cheered and laughed. Jax hooted and shook his fist in the air. What a lunatic.

But then the captain motioned up and down with his hands for everyone to quiet down, and when they did, he continued, "Just kidding." After another round of raucous laughter, including mine, he began again. "Seriously. I'm honored to be working for Jax and his amazing company. The staff and crew have been wonderful, haven't they? Let's give them a round of applause."

"That's nice." Larry smiled and bumped into my shoulder. I nodded my agreement, but I was ready for them to get on with it.

"This is a Pride cruise, and I know we will all be celebrating, but maybe we'll have even more to celebrate. I'm doubly honored to introduce our owner, Jaxson Hoadley, and his partner, Ward Predmore." He held out a hand toward our table and Jax and Ward stood. Everyone clapped and cheered again as they took the stage.

When they got to there, Jax hugged Captain Freely and took the mic from him. "Hey, y'all!" He waved with his other hand, and Ward rolled his eyes. Then he grabbed Jax's hand and shook it a little to bring his attention where it was supposed to be on whatever they were going to say. "Okay. He wants me to get on with it, and I'm sure you do too. As soon as we finish this, they'll bring out dinner, and I promise you that the Chef did an amazing job on this one. You'll love it."

Ward took the microphone from him, and Jax mouthed hey but Ward kissed him, and everyone hooted and cat-called. Then Ward spoke into the mic. "We wanted to take this moment to announce something very special in our lives to our closest friends. Besides being the inaugural voyage and a Pride celebration, we had an ulterior motive for bringing you all together."

"This is so good." Royce rubbed his hands together like a kid about to get a piece of cake or something.

Ward handed the mic back to Jax and bowed to him. Jax gave him a wink, then turned to face us, took a deep breath, and practically yelled into the mic, "We're getting married!"

This time, the audience erupted in applause, screaming, hooting, cat-calls, all of it. But me? I cried.

Not an ugly cry. But tears spilled over for sure, and Larry put his arm around me and squeezed. They had met a year ago at a Pride parade, and with all the changes in their lives since then, this cruise was full circle for them. And I was so happy for my friends, but with Larry by my side, holding me, I thought maybe this could be us. Eventually. Maybe.

My someday could be closer than I thought.