Chapter 2

C hapter 2

H ey, guys!"

Dane and Angel turned around as Gabe approached. "Give me a hand with something?"

"What?" Dane asked.

"I'm trying to locate a couple of boys," Gabe said. "At least one of them is underage… supposedly. We need to find them and take them to Max."

Dane frowned. "What's going on?"

Gabe explained the full situation. "The dad is a homophobic prick and the last thing I want to do is turn his son over to him, but we may have no choice."

"What does Max want with them?"

"I'm not sure. I think he wants to hear their side of the story about why they were running away."

"The dad sounds sketchy," Angel said. "Maybe you should just tell him you couldn't find them and let them come with us."

Gabe smiled. "I like how you think, darlin'. But we could get in a lot of shit if we took minors on the cruise with us. Things are going to get hot and wild. It's no place for underage boys."

Sighing, Angel nodded. "Yeah, I guess I get that." He shrugged. "I just hate the thought of any kid at the mercy of a bigoted parent."

"So do I," Gabe said. "I guess the ultimate decision will belong to Max."

"What do the boys look like?" Dane asked.

Gabe provided a detailed description. "I'll check this level if you guys want to head to the upper decks. This is a pretty big boat, I'm not sure we will find them."

"We can hope not," Angel smiled impishly.

Gabe and Dane laughed. "Now, you see why I married him?" Dane grinned and kissed Angel on the top of his head.

"I never questioned the why," Gabe chuckled. "I knew he was a gem the day he fluttered into the club and plucked your heart from your chest."

"Me, too." Dane kissed his young husband on the mouth with a passion that always seemed present between the two.

They parted ways and Gabe continued along the lower deck as Dane and Angel headed to the upper levels. Angel clearly hoped they wouldn't find the boys, and Gabe kind of felt the same despite what he'd said this being no place for minors. Those boys didn't look underage, and he wondered if the dad was telling the truth.

"Cole!"

Standing tensely with the dad and his goon, Cole looked around when someone called his name. An instant grin spread across his face. "Dicky!"

The young man hopped over the perimeter fence along with a large African American man. Dicky Johnson was new to the club and Cole hadn't yet met his boyfriend. Cole surveyed the muscular black man with much appreciation. Hot as fuck!

"This is Morgan," Dicky said as they approached.

"It's good to finally meet you." Cole shook Morgan's hand. "Dicky talks about you all the time."

"And what does he say?" Morgan cocked an eyebrow in mock suspicion.

"Only good things." Cole chuckled. " Very good things." He looked the man up and down. "And, mm, I must say I'm inclined to believe every filthy detail."

Off to the side, the dad mumbled something inaudible, but Cole picked up on the distasteful tone. He ignored the bigot.

"Believe it, for sure." Morgan grinned, a dark gleam in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Dicky from behind and boldly palmed his crotch with one hand. "This right here makes me want to get nasty as fuck. I ain't ashamed."

"You should be," the dad muttered quietly… but not quietly enough.

Morgan's stare slid past Cole, his eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?" He loosened his arms and stepped around Dicky. "Do you have something to say?"

"Ignore him," Cole said. "He's just another bigoted prick who can't mind his own damn business." He smirked. "You know most homophobic assholes are closeted gays, jealous of guys like you and me because we're living the life they only fantasize about."

"You're disgusting," the dad snapped. "I have never, and will never, wish for your abominable lifestyle."

"Me thinks thou protestest too much." Cole looked at Morgan and chuckled, taking evil delight in fucking with the man.

"You're all going to hell," the dad scoffed and turned his back on them, walking a few feet away.

"See you there," Cole replied casually.

"What an asshole," Dicky said quietly. "Why is he here? Protesting the cruise or some shit?"

Cole shook his head. "It's a long story. Why don't you guys go ahead and board and get settled in. We can meet up later and get to know each other better." He nodded at Morgan. "I'll introduce you to my husband, Gabe. He's a filthy boy, too." Cole chuckled.

"You'll like Gabe," Dicky said. "He's hot."

"I can't argue." Cole laughed. "He sets fire to my loins every damn day."

The three men laughed. "Can't wait to meet him," Morgan said.

"I don't know how you guys are about sharing ," Cole grinned heatedly, "but Gabe and I… we enjoy spreading our love around." He winked. "Something to chew on."

Dicky bit his lower lip to stifle a whimper. Morgan's eyes sparked. "We'll definitely chew on that."

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Ricky exclaimed as he walked out on the lido deck, mostly deserted at the moment. "Check out that swimming pool." He grabbed Levi's ass. "I'm so fucking you in that pool. And you." He pointed at Tommy. "And you." He nodded at Gavin. "And as many other smokin' hot guys we can get to join us." He groaned in ecstasy. "My dick's gonna be fucking crippled by the time we back home."

"No shit." Levi laughed. "We're gonna need a week to recuperate from our vacation."

"This is…" Gavin looked around, awestruck. "… fucking awesome. I never thought I'd ever go on a cruise. Back at the Blue Grotto, I thought my life would always be shit. I never imagined I'd get to experience something like this."

Tommy slung his arm around Gavin's neck and kissed his face. "Well, get used to it, baby. You're high class now. No more scummy pervs for you. Life is good."

"That it is," Ricky agreed. "And it doesn't get better than this."

"Um… I think it just got better." Levi grinned and indicated two hot boys who just emerged onto the lido deck. They held hands and had the same look on their faces as Gavin as they took in the sights.

Ricky watched the boys stroll across the huge deck, radiating excitement. Ricky didn't make a move and waited for the boys to notice him and his little harem. When they finally made eye contact, Ricky grinned and nodded and offered them a friendly wave.

The boy hesitantly made their way to the small group.

"Howdy." Ricky tipped an imaginary cowboy hat. "How y'all doing this fine morning?"

Levi, tommy, and Gavin snickered at his country twang. Ricky was anything but country.

"Hey…" the taller of the two boys mumbled.

"I'm Ricky." Dropping the twang, Ricky thrust out his hand. "These are my boy toys—Levi, Tommy, and Gavin."

The young man shook his hand and smiled uncertainly as he greeted the others.

"And you are…?"

"Oh… sorry." He cleared his throat. "I'm Jason. This is Paul."

Ricky shook Paul's hand. "Glad to meet you." He squinted playfully. "You boys like to party?"

"Uh, yeah… sure," Jason replied with only a slight hesitation. He glanced at Paul. "My boyfriend here needs to party. Have some fun. His dad is a homophobic prick. No offense, babe."

Paul shrugged and smiled. "None taken. He's a dick."

"So, hey," Ricky said. "You can hang with us, if you want. We plan to turn this cruise into a non-stop fuck-fest of a wild party. Plenty of fun to be had, I guarantee it."

The boys exchanged an interested look. "Sounds awesome," Jason said.

Across the way, Dane and Angel walked out on the deck. Ricky waved to them. "You gotta meet these guys," Ricky told the new boys. "The younger one, Angel, is super cool. His hubby, Dane… well… he thinks I'm a slut." He grinned. "Which I am."

"Hey, Ricky. Guys." Angel nodded as they approached. His eyes darted to Jason and Paul. "Hello. I'm Angel. This is my husband, Dane." They all shook hands.

"So, um…" Ricky waggled his eyebrows at Dane. "You guys gonna join our pool party later? We're gonna have a fucking good time."

Dane narrowed his eyes. "Pass."

"Your loss, baby," Ricky cooed.

"No, it isn't," Dane drawled. He turned his attention to the new boys. "You're the boys Cole and Gabe let on the ship?"

Jason and Paul exchanged a look of unease. "Yeah…" Jason mumbled. "They said we could come aboard."

"I know. But they need to talk to you. Why don't you come with us." He gestured across the lido deck back the way they'd come.

"What… what's wrong?" Jason asked anxiously. "Are they going to kick us off the boat?"

"No way," Ricky interjected. "We already invited these guys to party with us."

"I'm sorry," Dane told the boys. "But they need to speak with you. I don't know why."

Paul held back and turned away, speaking low to Jason. "They're going to turn me over to my dad." His face strained and eyes watered a bit. "I don't want to go with him."

"We'll just run away somewhere else," Jason whispered. "I promise, I won't let him send you to that place."

"What's going on?" Ricky asked Dane.

"Never mind." He motioned to the boys. "Come on."

Angel looked a little distressed. "If it was up to me…" he told them. "I would just say we couldn't find you."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Ricky said.

"We'll do whatever we can for you," Dane assured the boys. "I promise."

Jason and Paul continued to hesitate, then Paul nodded and mumbled, "Okay."

"You better bring our new friends back when you're done," Ricky called after Dane as they walked away. "We have a shit-ton of partying to do."

"So… about the christening…?" Horatio unfastened the top buttons of Max's shirt and kissed his throat.

Max groaned and squeezed his husband's waist. "I think… it's important…" The crotch of his pants tightened against a sudden erection. Horatio dropped one hand and cupped his hardness and began to massage. " Fuck…" Max gasped softly.

"Soon, baby," Horatio moaned against his throat. "But first… suck." He sank to his knees, dragging open Max's shirt on the way down and kissing and licking his firm abs.

Max looked down and ran his fingers through Horatio's silky-soft hair as his husband unfastened his pants. Horatio hooked his fingertips under the band of Max's briefs and very slowly pulled down the front, tonguing his belly button, then following his happy trail with the tip of his tongue… down… down… down.

"Ooohhh… my god…" Max gulped.

" Mmm…" Horatio swirled his tongue over the swollen base of Max's dick. He pulled his underwear a little lower and licked more of his shaft.

" Uuuhhh… you're going to make me mess in my shorts if you don't suck me soon."

Horatio smiled and dragged down the front of his briefs and trousers, freeing his erection. His tender hands caressed the thick shaft as he took the head in his warm, moist mouth.

" Oh fuck…" When Horatio relaxed the back of his tongue and throat, Max slide his cock in deeper. "Uuhhhh… oh my god…." He squeezed Horatio's soft strands and slowly thrust his member in and out of his mouth.

Groaning deeply, Horatio sucked and stroked in rhythm with Max's thrusts, inciting Max to plunge a little faster.

" Oh fuck… fuck… fuck…" Max panted, eagerly fucking his husband's mouth. " Oh my god… I'm not gonna last… I'm gonna cum…"

" Mmmm…" Horatio moaned around his hard cock, sucking harder, pulling his swollen shaft deeper into his throat.

" Aahhhh!" Max choked and gouged his lover's scalp. " Uh-uh-uuuhh! I'm gonna cum-I'm there-I'm there! Fuuuck!!" His hips jerked and he shot his load down Horatio's throat. " UUHH!!"

Horatio swallowed and continued to suck him, eager for every drop.

They both flinched when Max's phone vibrated. "Shit…" he gasped breathlessly and dug his cell from his pants pocket.

Horatio sat back on his heels, pulling off him, and licked his lips. "Who is it?"

"A text from Gabe," Max said. "They found the boys. They're bringing them here now." Max replied to the text then tossed the phone on the bed. "Think we can get you taken care of before they arrive?"

Horatio stood up and cupped Max's face, kissing him hungrily. "I can wait. I wouldn't want to rush you."

Chuckling, Max returned the kiss with equal hunger. "No… you definitely would not."