4 comments/ 18481 views/ 7 favorites Summer Lovin' Ch. 02 By: Pelaam Chapter 2: The Captain's Tale This is written with thanks to Vikinglass23 who asked for the story of the Captain and First Mate. ©Pelaam, February 2008. * The Mediterranean night air was warm and balmy. The 'Ocean Gypsy' sailed on a calm sea as she headed for her next port, the moon making the ocean a thing of silver and black. Her Captain walked her upper deck, enjoying the warmth, the stars in the clear sky and his down-time. Reece had been a successful Cruise Captain for a couple of years now. It was the pinnacle of his dreams. He had wanted to be a ship's Captain since leaving university. He acknowledged the sacrifices he had made. His home was simply somewhere to spend his time ashore. There was no loving partner to share his life or his accomplishments. However, he relished his role aboard ship. He had enjoyed listening about the different lives of the people who had shared his table earlier. He had a good ship and a good crew, even if loneliness did gnaw at him occasionally. The sound of masculine laughter reached his ears, along with an exhortation for quiet. Reece suddenly felt uneasy, an indefinable sensation assailing him as he listened harder. He *knew* that voice and it did *not* belong out here with another man. Unable to explain why he felt the need, he manoeuvred himself carefully to find a vantage point. As the two men came into view, he felt his stomach knot. The men were hidden from casual view. The older holding the younger back to chest. The position enabling him to tease nipples that were hard points, clearly visible through the half-open shirt, as well palm and rub at the bulge at the other man's groin. The man he held panted and writhed, unable to see the calculating smile of satisfaction on the face of the man manipulating him. However, Reece could see it and he felt anger surging in an uncontrollable swell. "Come back to my cabin," the silver-haired man crooned, his hand constantly working at the hard flesh. "Let me take care of this for you." His smile widened at the soft groan from the blond he held. Even though the younger man still shook his head, murmuring 'No', he could feel capitulation was just a hair's breadth away. "I'll make you feel really good, baby." 'Baby' seemed to do it. Reece had listened to the softly-murmured refusals and he could see the older man was paying them no heed, purposely trying to manoeuvre the younger man into agreeing. His manipulations were expert -- too damn expert for Reece's liking. The honey-blond man was *his* First Mate who was being played with such precision. It was *his* intelligent, efficient, attractive... Reece blinked. Where had *that* thought come from. He then became aware firstly of the low growling and secondly *he* was making the sounds. He moved swiftly and silently into position and then called out a greeting to a non-existent passenger. He made sure of making more sounds as he made his way determinedly to where *his* First Mate and the other were ensconced. As he rounded the corner, he felt relief permeate his body. The two men had broken apart. The blond looked a little dishevelled and a sweat-shirt tied around his waist hid his arousal, but Reece felt somewhat mollified he had separated them. "Ah, good evening, Mr James," Reece said. He was surprised his voice sounded so calm. "It is a beautiful evening for a walk." "Captain," the blond acknowledged. Loren James did not trust himself to say more. His head was still reeling from the attentions to his body. He had jerked away quickly from the other man on hearing his Captain's voice. Reece was stunned to feel his sex surge at the single word. It was not *what* was said, but the tone. In the six months since Loren had come aboard his ship, Reece had never heard the blond speak in such a sexy, purring rasp. A primal part of Reece instantly knew he wanted his name on Loren's lips in *that* voice on a permanent basis. "Captain." The older man's voice cut into Reece's reverie and he forced his attention to his passenger. "Mr Cadswell," he acknowledged blandly, his eyes shuttered, mind racing. He shifted his stance, his body-language cutting the older man out of the equation and focused his attention, and a wide, easy smile, on Loren. "I know you're off duty, Loren," he began, using the younger man's given name to add emphasis to his affirmation. "But if you have ten minutes to walk with me, there are a couple of things I would just like to discuss?" "As a matter of fact ..." Cadswell began, but Loren spoke up quickly. "That's fine, Captain. I was about to retire for the night and I will reach my quarters quicker this way," he said, indicating the direction Reece had been travelling. "Thank you for a pleasant evening, Jeremy. I hope we'll see each other again soon." Reece felt jealous spikes, like shards of glass, at the soft tone and smile bestowed upon Cadswell. "Goodnight, Loren. Pleasant dreams," Cadswell replied. Reece decided to clear his throat, just in case Cadswell even *thought* about kissing Loren in front of him. The two older men locked eyes, challenging grey meeting irritated hazel. Hidden from Loren's sea-green gaze, Reece smirked triumphantly at Cadswell. It was childish and unbecoming his position as ship's Captain, but at that moment, he would not be denied. He ignored Cadswell's disgruntled glare. "Let's walk, Loren," he said, chatting about things aboard ship that could wait till morning, but that occupied their time as the two men walked. It was thirty minutes later, after conveniently passing Loren's room first, that Reece stood inside his own. It was no shock to him that Loren had responded to Cadswell. The young First Mate had been candid with his Captain, telling Reece that he was gay, but that the needs of the ship, crew and passengers would always come first. Reece had simply omitted to let the younger man know that he was pushing Reece's buttons hard. However, neither of the men mentioned the revelation again and Reece had given little or no thought of Loren as a potential partner. Or had he? Had he brought the blond's face, the blond's body to mind when touching himself but never dared to admit that it was Loren he fantasised about? He had grown used to Loren being there for him when he needed the younger man; for work or the occasional chat, although he had never gone so far as to invite him into his cabin, even as part of a group. Was he just over-reacting to a perceived threat? But if there was a threat, then... Reece shook his head. Staring into his mirror, he began to slowly strip. He stared at himself as if really seeing himself for the first time in a long time. He saw the few silvery hairs in the dark brown hair. There were a few more lines on his face than he remembered, too. However, the opulent chest fur seemed as dark as ever and his daily trips to the gym meant his body was well-toned. He traced a finger over a nipple, wondering just how long it had been since he had felt another caress him that way. His eyes dropped to the rising shaft between his thighs. It was a good length, thick, cut and curved slightly to the left when fully erect. A sudden vision of Loren on his knees sucking him had the organ swelling to full arousal. He ran the same finger that had toyed with his nipple to trace the sensitive vein and moaned softly as the slit oozed pre-come in response. He took the few steps necessary to lie on his bunk and spread his legs wide and wantonly. As he teased the skin of his inner thighs, he wetted another finger. He fondled his sac as he teased his nipple with the saliva-sick digit. He began to moan continually as he teased his perineum and the hidden rosette. He panted as he pressed inside his body with a single finger and his other hand pumped energetically at his shaft. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Loren's finger, Loren's hand that pleasured him, openly admitting to himself it was what he wanted, who he wanted. His hips began to thrust into his hand as he rode the waves of pleasure the carnal touches engendered. His hand began to perform a twist at the top of his upstroke and his thumb flicked over the slit, ensuring the copious pre-come slid down the engorged flesh helping keep his movements fluid and slick. He could hear his panting becoming harsher and faster and heat began to infuse his body, radiating from his groin in an over-expanding wave. His climax hit hard, his semen coating his stomach in glistening, pearly strands. As he panted in the aftermath, his mind kept revisiting two truths: that he had been jealous at seeing Loren with another man and that he had come, harder than normal, with the blond's name on his lips. **** Despite his apparent composed demeanour, Reece could feel the thrill racing through his veins. He gave a quick, warm smile as Loren came onto the bridge. He hoped it was not just his imagination that the normally unemotional and efficient blond not only returned his smile with one of his own but looked at him just a fraction longer than necessary. He gave a mental smile. Soon all would be well with his world. He just needed a private word with Loren and things would be sorted, at least for that evening. **** At the conclusion of the evening meal, Reece politely mingled with more of his passengers. He had done his duty at the Captain's table and was now counting down the minutes till he could retire to his cabin. He was not renowned for his spontaneity but The Chief Medical Officer, a long-time friend, and a couple of other Officers had been free and able to accept his invitation for drinks and cards. His eyes alighted on Loren. He smiled at the shake of the blond head and the nod in his direction as the younger man was accosted by Cadswell. There was a hesitant nod and Reece *knew* Loren had accepted an invitation of some kind. He thought quickly. Loren was due to work a couple of night shifts. With a little re-scheduling, he was certain they would inadvertently need to overrun. His evening soiree was its usual success. No one acted surprised to see Loren there, although Laird, the Doctor, had raised an eloquent eyebrow and Reece knew he would have to explain to the other man just what was going on. There was more than one winner at the card games and Loren's name was added to the leader board, his absence from earlier games taken into account. Reece was pleased to see the blond smiling so much. It gave him a warm glow to know Loren was happy and the presence of others prevented a very happy portion of his own anatomy misbehaving. As the evening became night, the group slowly diminished until just Loren remained. With a shy smile, the blond stood, suddenly realising only he was still there. "Guess I'd better make a move, too, Reece," he said. Reece looked at Loren and the sight almost took his breath away. Light behind him created a nimbus and his blond hair looked like burnished gold. Almost without conscious thought he stalked towards the younger man, suddenly intent on claiming the perfect pink lips for his own. "Reece?" Loren asked. The look in the older man's eyes was predatory, almost as though he was visually devouring him. The thought sent a frisson throughout his body and as Reece came up close to him, he was panting softly, painfully aware of the erection he sported and confused at his Captain's behaviour. "You're so beautiful," the older man husked. Loren was as stunned by the tone in which the words were uttered as he was by the look of desire blazing in Reece's grey eyes. Then higher reasoning fled in the face of his own need. A strong hand cupped the back of his head, angling him to the bigger man's will and he felt his body pressed backwards until he connected with the wall. Then Reece's lips were on his. They were hot and demanding and the older man's tongue thrust into his mouth instantly taking command. It stroked his cheeks, duelled with his own shyer muscle and thrust rhythmically to the same beat as their hips that were performing a bump and grind motion. As the kiss ended, Reece took the tiniest of steps back. Loren's cheeks were flushed, his lips, swollen and glistening and his eyes were closed. Loren looked both desirable and debauched and there was a delectable bulge at his groin. Reece felt excitement, exhilaration and apprehension. He was not even sure he could remember when he had last courted. He recaptured Loren's lips, but this time made the kiss soft and gentle. "Not tonight," he husked, ignoring the outraged wails of denial from his own hard flesh. "I want to do this right, not rushed." "Reece," Loren moaned softly. He wanted...just a touch...anything the older man would give him. He sighed his pleasure as warm lips mated with his once more. "You're working a couple of night shifts," Reece rasped, holding his libido resolutely in check. "Come and spend the evening with me after that. Just you and me, an evening for us, please." "'K," Loren said, reluctantly. In truth he had been surprised at the older man's actions and equally by his response to them. He did not want to ruin things either. He really did not want a quick tumble and if Reece was willing to wait until they had time to get to know each other better, perhaps the same went for the attractive older man. His reward was a flurry of barely-there kisses that clearly signalled Reece's determination. He smiled to show his accord and took a deep breath. "Goodnight, Reece," he murmured. "Sleep well, Loren. Come here for seven when you finish nights and leave everything else to me." After locking his door, Reece stormed into his bathroom and his shower, putting it on a cool and fast spray. His body was already over-heated and his shaft was achingly hard and an angry red. This time, there was no subtle teasing of his body. With a sound between a snarl and a sob, Reece fisted himself hard and fast, seeking only to alleviate his body's needs. He came quickly, the water sluicing his release away. He had been *so* close to just taking Loren and to Hell with the consequences, but he had stopped himself ... just. Something had not been right and the older man was not certain it was just the circumstances. He dried himself quickly and flopped into his bed. For the first time in many years, Reece was not certain of his goal...or himself. **** For Reece, the next two days were empty and interminable. He performed all his duties in his normal exemplary manner and handled his passengers with his natural aplomb. However, for the first time since achieving his dream, the job was not enough. He kept finding his mind wandering to the kiss-swollen lips, and the lust-glazed eyes of the blond he had allowed to get away from him. He was sure he had done the right thing. At his age he did not want to make a fool of himself. Yet a tiny voice niggled at him. Reece had spoken to Laird who had ensured they spent a few private moments together. He had listened to Reece and remained non-judgemental. However, he had exhorted Reece to be sure of what both he and Loren wanted. Laird had also informed him of the expensive basket of wine and chocolates that Jeremy Cadswell had sent to the younger man. Whilst Reece had railed against the idea that Loren had been in Cadswell's company at all, he was a little appeased to establish that, on the single occasion, it was little more than a fleeting contact. However, any time spent in his rival's time was too much. Reece blinked. Rival. That was what he saw when he looked at Cadswell. But just *what* was the older man his rival for? Loren's attention? Loren's companionship? Loren's ... affection? What exactly *did* he want from the younger man and what was Loren actually offering? The more Reece tried to get things stowed neatly in his mind, the more he felt he was drifting off-course. He gave a mental groan. He could scarcely believe how long forty-eight hours could be. **** Reece paced his cabin like a caged tiger and felt like a nervous teenager on a first date. Wine and glasses were cooling in an ice bucket. He had scheduled a two course meal to be brought to his room half an hour after Loren was due to arrive. His final touch was a backgammon board set out and ready to play. He had got that titbit of information with a knowing smirk from Laird. It had been a while since he had played, but he remembered the rudiments. He hoped. Reece was pleased to find that Loren was delighted with his preparations. Although when the food arrived the older man was not sure whether he wanted to keelhaul or congratulate the chef on the single red rose in a cut glass vase and a richly decadent chocolate mousse for two to share. Neither of which had been included in his needs. However, the blush and warm smile had shown that Loren was appreciative. The meal concluded, the two men settled to play backgammon and drink the well-chilled wine. Reece could not say when they had started to sit closer, or when their fingers had begun to touch when reaching for playing pieces. Soon, however, the pieces were forgotten as fingers began to explore soft, warm skin. Reece could not remember shedding his own shirt or removing Loren's, but he murmured wordless appreciations at the hand that gently carded through his hair as a chest, adorned by the lightest smattering of golden fur, arched into his caress. Loren was amazed at the gentleness and eroticism of Reece's caresses. The curve of his shoulder, where it met his neck, was stroked with barely-there touches and then tenderly licked and nibbled with expertise. The delicacy of touch was exquisite. More licks made a path to his nipples, Reece's hands stroked at his shoulders as the older man's mouth slid down his body. Wet, hungry lips closed over one small bud, nursing it to a fiery peak. The other was rolled and pinched, exactly as Loren loved, sending a shower of bright sparks of arousal throughout his more and more sensitised body. He was hard and needy, his shaft straining against his zipper, begging for the same attention lavished on his nipples. Reece switched suction from one nub to the other, fingers taking up where mouth left off. The sensual torment went on and on, before Reece used his tongue to swirl a wet path toward Loren's navel, leaving talented fingers to keep his nipples up and hard. Using one hand to keep up the erotic assault on Loren's taut teats, Reece reached to waistband of the blond's pants. He hesitated, licking just above the material sailing over the smooth skin, navigating around the delectable navel before sinking inside. "Please, Reece, please," Loren murmured, hands urging the older man gently to his desired destination. He moaned his approval as his button was undone and zipper lowered. He gave a soft cry as the cool air hit his hot flesh and then Reece's hand enveloped him in a masterful grip. He could feel Reece manoeuvring their bodies, until his larger body was between Loren's out-flung legs. Loren groaned as he felt Reece's hard flesh against his own, but before he could react, both were caught in Reece's large hand as the older man mouthed hotly at Loren's throat. A sharp nip to the blond's fragile flesh and a pinch to an over-sensitised nipple coincided with a practised flick of a calloused thumb over the head of his throbbing shaft. Loren erupted. His seed pulsed wetly over Reece's guiding hand. The low, deep groans from the bigger man told Loren that Reece was coming too. He became aware of hot, panting breaths on his throat. The thought that he had made the older man lose his renowned self-control sent another spike of arousal thrumming through Loren's body and a last spurt of semen joined their combined release that adorned his abdomen. He silently mourned the loss of Reece's closeness and heat as the older man moved away. He already missed his touch, his scent and hoped his lover would rejoin him quickly. He gave a moan of appreciation as a warm cloth bathed his stomach and sated sex. He opened his eyes to gaze heavy-lidded at the older man. Summer Lovin' Ch. 02 Reece stared down at his... Lover. For a moment he felt suddenly hot and cold. Then he was pulled down into a deep kiss by the younger man. "That was incredible, Reece," Loren whispered. "Thank you." Slowly the two men stood and Reece could see Loren was uncertain what this turn of events meant. However, he knew he could not give the blond any answers himself. Instead he drew Loren into another embrace. "Sleep with me?" Reece did not know where the words came from, but he knew he could not let Loren just walk away. Not with uncertainty clouding the normally glittering emerald eyes. He knew he was simply performing an evasive manoeuvre, but hoped Loren would accede. "Yes." The single word was uttered in the tones that had aroused Reece when he first caught Loren with Cadswell. He stared after the lithe body as Loren moved towards the bathroom. He had not meant to go so far so fast, but Loren's body had been as a siren song luring him from his safe harbour of just friendship. He wanted more...so much more. He knew he had to talk with Loren. A long realistic talk about any possible future they could have. He did not want to sample the haven of Loren's body only for the younger man to want to put career ahead of a relationship. Tomorrow. They would talk long and hard tomorrow and if Loren did not want the same thing they would part now, before Reece's heart could be broken. He forced himself not to listen to the voice that told him it was already too late. Loren returned, wearing nothing but baby-blue cotton briefs that somehow were both boyish and sensual simultaneously. He saw the uncertain glance and swiftly divested himself of his unfastened pants, sock and shoes. "Two minutes," he smiled. "Make yourself comfortable." Reece finished in the bathroom quickly and slipped into the small bed alongside the warm body. He smiled at the drowsy murmur and the way Loren seemed to wind around his body. It had been so many years since he had allowed anyone this close. He nuzzled at Loren's temple and gathered the blond to his chest. For a long time he simply lay and held tight to the sleeping young man, amazed at just how 'right' it felt to have Loren in his arms. He kissed the sleeping man, smiling softly at the almost unintelligible murmur of his name. He resumed his watching, unaware of when sleep finally claimed him, too. **** Loren murmured sleepily and reached for the warmth and solidity of his lover. However, the bed was cold and empty. Blinking sleepily, Loren sat up and smiled. He picked up the rose from the pillow and read the note beneath it as he stroked the flower against his cheek. 'Sorry I had to leave before you awoke, but I had an early meeting. I will see you soon, Reece.' Loren sighed, he was a romantic at heart and although there was no declaration of love on the note, the rose had been a gesture to touch the younger man's heart. He fingered where Reece had lain and a soft smile played at his lips. He glanced at the clock on Reece's locker and his eyes widened. He was meeting Jeremy and now he *really* had something to tell the older man. **** Reece was cursing himself roundly for forgetting his early morning meeting. He had not the heart to awaken Loren, preferring to leave the note for when the blond awoke. He was now walking the deck nodding and smiling absently at passengers and crew alike, rehearsing what to say to Loren. It took a moment for his brain to connect with the fact that someone was looking at him. He focused his attention to see it was Cadswell. The silver-haired man gave a nod of his head as if conceding to him. The defeated look had a primal triumph surging through Reece and before he could censor it, a smile of victory flashed across his face. However, almost as it bloomed, the smile withered and died at the look of cold fury from Cadswell as he came storming forward. "If this is all some kind of game, some kind of one-upmanship, and you hurt Loren, I'll deal with you myself," the older man growled. "I admit I was a fool. I was eager to have a beautiful, young, vibrant man in my bed and at the time I didn't give consideration to Loren's feelings and needs. Then I just wanted to keep you from winning him. I lost sight of Loren being a man with his own desires and wants. He came to me today, saying you and he were an item and he couldn't see me or accept any more gifts from me. He thinks you love him. Do you, Captain?" Reece's mind was reeling. The older man's voice was laced with venom and the epithet 'Captain' seemed more of an insult than a title. He realised Cadswell was not finished. "All this started a few nights ago. I found out that you had paid no attention to Loren until he and I were on deck together. He was just part and parcel of the ship's fittings till then. You heard or saw us didn't you? That's what all this has been about. Couldn't you bear him to be happy with anyone else? Do you love him?" Cadswell repeated his question. "It's none of your business..." Reece began. "But it is mine, Reece." Loren's voice was heavy with hurt and his eyes showed the pain of betrayal the younger man felt. "Is Jeremy right? Did you know we were there the other night?" Reece refused to lie to the blond. "Yes, I did," he said his head dropping. "I thought you both cared for me. I was afraid of hurting one of you, but it was just some sort of game. Who could bed me first, was that it? Well, congratulations, Reece, you won and to think I'd fallen in love with you and thought you felt the same for me. What a fool I was." Loren had spun on his heel, the faint sound of a sob in his wake. Even as Reece's mind screamed 'I love you, too' he had disappeared from sight. "If that's so, I suggest you go after him as quickly as possible and you don't let him get away from you until he knows you mean it." Reece was stunned to realise he had spoken the words aloud, but acknowledged their truth. He *was* in love with Loren and the feelings were returned. At least they had been. He had to find the blond, apologise and ensure Loren knew just how much Reece was in love with him. He nodded curtly at Cadswell, who had a half-smile on his lips. Reece stormed to his cabin to make a couple of calls. He ensured his Staff Captain was able to replace him for the rest of that day and that the senior members of his crew were aware of his unscheduled replacement. He stared at himself in the mirror. If there was a real emergency, he would be called, but otherwise he would remain undisturbed. His reflection showed a man of grim determination. Envisioning a future without Loren was unacceptable and Reece strode from his room to claim what was his. **** His jacket and tie discarded and his shirt open, Loren lay on his bed, tears still leaking slowly from distraught jade eyes. He had been so sure there was something between Reece and himself. The older man had seemed so genuinely caring and considerate. It was something that was so out of character that Loren could scarcely believe it had happened, but he had heard the two men. Jeremy was right. Reece *had* treated him as just another crewman until he had caught them together. He would have to ask for a transfer. He could not remain under Reece's captaincy after what had happened and was sure the older man would be glad to see him go. A flurry of knocks at his door had him sitting up quickly. "Loren," Reece's voice reached his ears. "We have to talk." "No. No we don't," Loren said. "Loren, I may be the Captain of this ship and responsible for all aboard her, but at this moment they can all go and piss in a bucket for all I care. You are the only important person to me." "Reece, your career..." Loren husked. He was already on his feet, heading towards the door and his mind in a whirl. "I had an epiphany, Loren," Reece replied. He gave a rueful smile as the cabin door opened to reveal Loren's worried and tear-streaked face. "I saw myself in five years, in ten years time; still a Captain and still a lonely man. The difference was I also had the heartache of having had something precious in my grasp that I foolishly let slip away. I love you, Loren. Let me show you how much I love you." Reece moved forward, enveloping Loren in a tight embrace as he kicked shut the door behind him. He was not surprised to feel the lithe body stiffen, but persevered. His mouth closed over Loren's, his tongue stroking over the younger man's lips as his hands rubbed circles over the tense back. Slowly...with a soft whimper of need...Loren's body moulded to Reece's, the blond's arms snaking to wrap around the older man's shoulders and Reece responded by pulling Loren impossible closer. His tongue sank inside warm, wet depths, exploring his lover's taste feverishly, hungrily. Reece knew the layout of all the cabins intimately and began walking them towards where Loren's bed would be. He feasted on the banquet of Loren's skin; his lips, his chin, biting softly at the fragile throat that trustingly arched back for him to ravish. His mouth dropped lower to savour a rose-pink nipple, suckling and scraping at the small nub, relishing the feel of it tightening and blooming to a hard peak. He swiftly moved to tease its twin, Loren's moans making his rock-hard flesh weep with need. He pulled Loren's shirt off and attacked the buttons and zipper of the younger man's pants. He growled possessively, approvingly as the unwanted clothing slithered to the floor. He followed the younger man's body down as they reached the bed, kneeling alongside the slender blond. He pulled the pants off Loren's legs, taking the dark socks with them, mouthing at the erection hiding behind navy briefs. He traced the outline with his tongue, feeling strong hands fasten at his shoulders, trying to pilot the older man to the course they desired. An impassioned cry accompanied the removal of the last barrier of clothing between Reece and his prize. He licked his lips slowly...deliberately, locking his fervid, steely eyes with Loren's verdurous orbs. His teeth teasingly tugged at the enticing treasure trail then he licked the silver he coveted. Another cry greeted his mouth surrounding hard, damp flesh. His tongue explored new territory, mapping the length and breadth of the swollen, leaking organ, memorising each sensitive place as he drank the heavy and intoxicating liquor from the tiny slit. "Reece, Reece, I can't ... I can't..." Loren's hips were thrusting into warm suction, one hand grasping Reece's shoulder, the other fisted in the bedding. His head thrashed as the older man's talented tongue worked the sensitive vein and the sweet spot behind the head of his shaft. He could see stars and shards of bright light and knew his orgasm was imminent. He felt Reece's strong, capable hands slide under his buttocks to each palm a single cheek and then he was pulled deep inside Reece's ravenous maw, the older man's nose buried in his groin and his throat working his hardness. He screamed Reece's name as he came hard enough to grey his vision. Reece was delighted by Loren's lack of inhibition and responsiveness. He drank deeply of all the blond could give, sucking insistently to ensure he did not miss one, precious drop. Like this, Reece felt he was captain of the world, nothing he had ever experienced before could compare to the feeling of Loren falling apart at his touches. He knew it was something he wanted to experience for the rest of his days. Reluctantly he let the softened shaft slip from his lips and stared at the languorous young man. It only then dawned on him that whilst he had denuded his mate, he was still fully clothed. A surge of primitive lust boiled through his body. He rapidly stripped and knelt between Loren's out-flung legs as the blond looked at him with a sated, heavy-lidded gaze. He gave a predatory grin. He grasped Loren behind each knee pushing back and out, opening the young man to his voracious eyes. They were drawn to the tightly furled, pink flesh. He licked at Loren's sac, letting his tongue drift lower, across the sensitive skin that led to his goal. Loren's scent was darker, muskier and was irresistible. Reece let his tongue skim the puckered opening, drawing out a long, low groan from his lover. He rumbled approvingly as Loren hooked his legs over his elbows, opening himself completely. Reece used his thumbs to spread Loren wider and thrust his tongue deep inside to plunder and ravish. The younger man's wails of pleasure were music to his ears. He finally pulled away, sinking two fingers inside saliva-slick heat. "Lube?" Reece rasped. "Drawer," Loren moaned. Reece's fingers were already playing his sweet spot as though they had known his body for years. His satiated sex was reviving, filling slowly and readying itself to rejoin as a full participant. He gave a groan of Reece's name as the older man pushed three well-lubed fingers inside him, rotating, scissoring and preparing him to take his lover inside himself. "Want you,' he husked. "Want you now." Reece gave a groan in part a response to the tight heat that enveloped his fingers and partly at the inflammatory words. He was desperate to be inside Loren, possessing the younger man, staking his claim on the beautiful body, making Loren fully *his*. He knelt up to coat his throbbing length, rumbling approvingly as Loren's hands helped apply the cool gel. He pressed the head of his engorged sex against Loren's opening and pushed inside. Twin moans sounded as Reece sank deep inside Loren's molten depths. As he became fully immersed in his mate, he fused their lips once more, his tongue plunging into Loren to the same tempo of his hips. The blond's hum of pleasure added yet more fuel to Reece's inferno of desire. Loren wrapped his legs around Reece's waist, meeting each plunge into his body with a move of his own to take the older man deeper still. Hard flesh dragged repeatedly over his jewel bringing him quickly to the brink of the abyss. It felt as if their bodies had known each other for years as Loren's hands mapped the muscles of Reece's broad back. He had never fit so well with another lover, never felt so right with another lover. "Love you, love you," he moaned. "I love you, baby," Reece's hot voice was in his ear. A large hand encircled his aching arousal and as Reece gave several powerful pulls on swollen flesh his mouth fastened on Loren's shoulder, biting and sucking, leaving his brand on the blond. The primitive gesture was the final catalyst. Loren plunged into paroxysms of pleasure. His body convulsing as his seed flowed in wave after wave between their bodies. He could hear cries of completion but was beyond knowing whether they were his, Reece's or both as he felt his lover's hot, wet juices filling him, completing him in a way he never knew possible. Reece husked Loren's name as he felt the blood-hot sheath begin to contract around him. He felt Loren's seed spill over his hand and then his own needs would no longer be denied. Pushing himself just that bit deeper he felt his semen surge and then fill the narrow straight that massaged him so intimately. Even when he knew he had nothing left to give, he kept rocking desultorily into Loren's body, unwilling to lose the connection with his mate. He kissed Loren deeply, his hands petting and caressing, showing love in the wake of satiated desire. "I love you, Loren. I don't care how we'll do it, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you." "I want that, too, Reece," Loren replied, nestling into the older man as Reece carefully manoeuvred their bodies to cradle him tightly. He knew he was safe in Reece's arms and his heart would be secure in Reece's keeping. He gave a contented sigh as the older man nuzzled at his temple. Things would work out -- he was certain of it. **** Epilogue: 10 years later. "Thanks for listening to me blow off steam, Captain," Nye said smiling wryly. "I've already made up my mind what's going to happen post-cruise." The older man watched Nye leave and then moved to lock his door. He was still deep in thought when two arms wrapped around his waist and a warm body pressed up close. He turned round to see the gently smiling face of the First Officer and pulled the younger man's head down for a long, deep kiss. "You heard?" the Captain asked as they broke apart for the necessity of breathing. "Yes," the younger man said. "Do you think it'll work out?" he asked as a knowledgeable tongue licked and laved at his ear, causing him to shiver pleasurably. "The last time I saw a man with such determination in his eyes, it was when I looked in the mirror ten years ago before coming to claim what was mine," the older man growled nipping playfully at ears and chin. "And I've been yours ever since," came the laughing reply. "We have a couple of more hours on duty," the Captain continued, his voice dropping in timbre. "If you're really good, I'll demonstrate some of my advanced docking techniques later." "Aye, my Captain," the younger man murmured as he was turned towards the door with a swat to his pert rear. He gave the older man his sultriest look over his shoulder as he unlocked the door. "I'll be *especially* good," he purred with a mock-salute as he left. The Captain grinned widely. //I'll just bet you will.// he thought. **** The two men walked companionably towards the cabin. Anybody seeing them would see nothing other than two members of the ship's senior crew in quiet discussion. However, as they stepped inside the cabin and locked the door, things changed instantly. Both men quickly stripped away their clothes before falling to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Their lips sought one another's for deep, passion filled kisses. Rolling so that Loren was on top of him, Reece smiled. "I love the way your body fits against mine so perfectly," he whispered. Loren smiled back and let his fingertips trail over Reece's chest as the older man leant up to nibble on his bottom lip. "They do, don't they?" He asked softly. The feeling of Reece's fingers trailing over his back and squeezing his buttocks rhythmically sent shivers of desire through Loren. He adored the way Reece nibbled on his bottom lip. The gesture was so tender and sweet. He gave no resistance as Reece rolled their bodies again to kneel between his out-flung legs. Leaning down to lick at the thick organ that rested against his lover's stomach, Reece's breath caught in his throat as Loren lay before him, his shaft swollen, purple and dripping in anticipation and lust-darkened sea-green eyes regarding him from half-mast lids. Quickly coating his fingers with lube, he leant back down. He licked at the seeping tip of his lover's erection, then slowly lowered his lips as he slid one finger between his lover's cleft. Gasping softly as his lover licked him, Loren's fingers sunk into Reece's soft, silver-speckled hair. A deep moan was pulled from his lips as Reece's mouth lowered around his aching shaft. His breath came in sharp pants as his lover took him deep into the warm cavern of his mouth, and a slick finger circled and pressed against him. He spread his legs wider in invitation and moaned his approval as the slick finger dipped inside. Reece worked his lover's arousal with his tongue and lips. He took him in deep, swallowing around the head, and pressed his tongue to lave the thick vein that wound its way up from root to engorged tip. His finger moved deep inside his lover, the older man relishing the way the hot, moist channel gradually relaxed in response to his touches. He slowly added a second digit, moaning as the still-tight guardian muscle clenched around him and pulled him further inside. Curling his fingers, he found and caressed his lover's sweet spot as he swallowed Loren's length. "Ready for me?" he asked shakily, releasing his prize as he reached to slick his own hot, hard flesh. Summer Lovin' Ch. 02 Loren moaned as Reece's mouth made love to him. Even after ten years, it still felt incredible. Whether it was long and slow or hard and fast, they still made love with each other. Loren's hips moved to meet his lover as Reece's slick fingers delved within him. When they brushed against his sweet spot, he gave a soft mewl and trembled. After long moments, Reece drifted away asking if he was ready. "Yes, please, Reece. Please, I want to feel you inside me," Loren whispered hotly. He allowed his body to be manoeuvred to Reece's design. He was navigated onto his hands and knees, legs spread wide, his aching void clearly exposed to his lover's gaze. Although he could not see the way Reece stared hungrily, Loren could *feel* it and he dropped his head lifting his hips high offering himself, silently begging to be taken. "God, what the sight of you like this does to me," Reece husked, his fingers trailing over the glistening portal. "So hot, so sexy, so much *mine*." With one long thrust, he impaled Loren and waited, pulsing within the heated sheath. Loren wailed his approval. He could feel every inch of the iron-hard erection that possessed him so completely. Flinging back his head and turning, he met Reece's lips, his tongue mimicking the motion he wanted from the older man. Desperately, he pushed back and wriggled. Beginning with a slow slide out, Reece then surprised Loren with a hard, pounding rhythm that hit his pleasure spot at every thrust. It seemed more intense than usual. Pausing only briefly to let Loren brace himself with strong arms, the pounding resumed in earnest. Loren moaned and whimpered at the strong hold at his hips. Reece was steering him towards a cataclysmic climax that he welcomed with open arms. Pleasure came in wave after wave, almost drowning Loren with its intensity. He felt his neglected organ slap wetly against his belly, the sensations within and without keeping him on the shimmering edge of oblivion. After so many years, Reece was attuned to his lover. Knowing Loren needed more he grasped the blond's length with an oily hand and tightened his grip in a quick glide that had Loren exploding in pleasure. Loren lost control. His release spilled over the bed as his muscles clenched tight around his lover. His body shook with the powerful release and he cried his lover's name. One more thrust and Reece joined him, Loren's muscles clamping around him and the sound of his soft cry pushed the older man over the edge. He arched his back and buried himself in the molten heat. He came with a low moan, dropping his head and biting down hard on Loren's shoulder and pouring his seed deep within tender depths. His hand continued to coax the last drops of his lover's release from him. When they were both spent, he lowered himself over Loren's body and buried his face in the warmth of his neck. He felt the blond trembling from head to toe in the wake of his release. Reece closed his eyes and smiled. A feeling of warmth, love, and contentment settled over him as his hips continued to move languidly. His smile widened as his lover's hand reached back to pet at his flank. Slowly, carefully, Reece edged from the harbour of Loren's sweet body. The low moan that accompanied the older man's tongue bathing his mate's opening sent pleasurable aftershocks to Reece's sated sex. The combined taste of his lover and his own seed was one he relished. Finally satisfied with his cleansing there, he rolled Loren's boneless body and proceeded to lick his lover clean; from the softening organ lying on an out-flung thigh, up the smooth body, a swipe to each diamond-hard nub before finally mating his mouth with his lover's letting the younger man taste their combined flavours. "I love you, Reece," Loren murmured drowsily, nestling comfortable against the older man's body. "I love you, sweetheart," Reece smiled. "Sleep a little, Loren. When you wake up, I'll teach you level two of advanced docking techniques." He said the last in a low, rasping purr. He felt the gentle vibrations of the blond's laughter against his nipple. He gazed down contentedly at his already slumbering love, his mind pleasurably occupied in picturing the blond in a myriad of positions, in all of which Loren was coming hard and taking Reece with him. He had once thought the pinnacle of his dreams was attaining Captaincy of his own ship. He knew now that the real apex had been loving, and being loved by, the special man in his arms.