Then his lips are on me once again. They move desperately, sucking on my neck, my earlobes.
I press him against the coconut tree, and when a plonk sounds, he laughs.
We stare at a fallen coconut near our feet.
“Clearly, we should have tried kissing instead of striking coconuts using the rock-and-stick method,” Jason says.
I laugh. “Kissing makes everything better.”
“Do you want to lie on the beach?” Jason asks. His tone is awkward, as if he thinks I’ve changed my mind and don’t want him anymore.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
“That sounds good,” I say.
“Oh, yeah?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
And then he takes my hand and leads me to my folded-up khakis, still stuffed with leaves. He moves them to a shady section of the shore, puffs my khakis, then we lay down on it.
And we kiss some more.
Jason lies on top of me, and I don’t miss the way he licks his lips. I don’t miss the hunger in his eyes. And I don’t miss the frantic way he kisses me, as if he wants to memorize each part of my body.
My cock hardens. His cock hardens. I reach out to touch his tentatively, and he shudders.
“You like that?” I murmur, grinning.
“I-I do.”
I roll on top of him, settling between his legs. He gazes up at me, surprised, and for a moment I wonder if this is too much.
But the smile on his lips says he’s happy, and when I tear off his sunglasses, there’s something like wonder in his eyes.
I kiss him hard, sucking on his tongue. I move on to other parts of his body. Other parts of his body I’ve thought about for the past days. Other parts of his body I’ve longed to lick, long to suck on, longed to kiss.
I do it all now and attack him in the best way possible.
JASON
I’m being manhandled. I’m being kissed all over. The sun beams are bright, but the warmth that moves through me is because of the man on top of me.
Cal.
The man I’ve been thinking about for over a decade. A man I thought completely hated me. A man who... Well, I’m happy we’re doing what we’re doing now.
Adrenalines surges through me, and the world is crisp and clear and colorful.
This is happening. All the times I’ve thought to myself that this is probably something I would enjoy, all the things I thought would never happen to me, well, they’re occurring.
His cock presses against mine. It’s hard. Mine stretches to meet it. My swim trunks must look obscene. My gaze drifts to his briefs, and I’m so fucking glad I don’t have to turn away, don’t have to pretend that his bulge doesn’t affect me.
I move my fingers over the still wet briefs with reverence. His cock is stuffed inside, filling it. My mouth waters.
Cal pauses his kisses and watches me, his expression carefully blank. “You don’t have to do anything with that.”
I wish he would pull his briefs down. Let me see. Let me not need to ask for the things I’m not supposed to ask for, the things I’m not supposed to want.
