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For a first day at sea, for those choppy 24hrs, they had seemed to reason that the rest of the cruise would be similar, in kind. Not true, and this would happen in most cases.
The next two days, for Jared and Jensen were a lot smoother, proving to be slightly yawn-worthy, at times.
It had been awesome how much many of the former Speight & Townsend employee had truly gotten into a "groove" with how great it was to a be a part of the DeMorgan cruise lines. It may not have been what they were used to, but for the first time they had been shown sincere respect and treated like Adults. Hell, some of them even enjoyed the monotonous team management building workshops being held throughout the week.
There were also enough well-behaved DeMorgan employees to outnumber them, who still knew how to have fun, enjoy a party atmosphere, but maintain their dignity and moral character. They weren't even against taking an S&T recruit under their wing, and showing them the ropes. Everyone was in the same point, pun unintended, because The Contessa was such a new brand, nobody was assured of what would be her true calling, so they had to go by the DeMorgan cruise ship default routines.
For Jared and Jensen, these 48hrs had become more time to get to know one another and ruminate in their new-forming bond, which still grew as they would sleep.
Jensen had found he liked mentoring Jared, who was a superb student, uber-willing and able to teach himself right off the bat, so Jensen wouldn't have to keep doing repetitive training; Jared usually got it right the next time he had done the action on his own. Jensen had known rather quickly that he could trust Jared, and place him in a professional role with no qualms about him failing, or disrespecting the task ahead.
Jared truly began to love being "taught" by Jensen. Knowing exactly "who?" Jensen was had been something of a whirlwind sensation; a true legend in the Coast Guard was right in front of him, allowing him close enough to breathe his same air. It was like getting to act alongside Robert Deniro, or jamming at a family picnic with Mike McCready and Stone Gossard of Pearl Jam. Jensen knew a whole fucking lot of information about pretty much...well, everything. Every hour he spent beside him was totally fascinating to him, never a boring moment. Even when they were in the Purser's office simply churning out paperwork, filling out, then filing proper forms. At least once or twice, every shift, Jared could guarantee there came a minor crisis about to unfold, but they had such great support around them, problems had been solved before they became festering wounds.
They had gotten into an easy routine for their day-to-day shifts. Since Jensen was the superior in his office setting, most of his "off-hours" we're given to him in chunks of time. he could put in a request for a full 24hrs off, but he had to hand it in well in advance, so they could replace him with other employees. Jared had a similar schedule like Jensen, but that was mainly because for the first week, Jensen had wanted Jared by his side until he was assured he could work on his own. And that discovery hadn't taken more than a single 8-hour shift for Jensen to realize.
Today The Contessa had docked at Freeport, in the Grand Bahama Island; this would be the first passenger off-board excursion set-up by Alona, their Cruise Director. For a good solid hour Jensen had pulled Jared in, with him, to help Alona and her crew out, getting this activity squared away and off to a great start.
As Jared and Jensen watched the passengers, and several DeMorgan activity directors, who would become "chaperons", from the upper deck, off the thick railing, they both appeared to react with slight envy.
Jensen had heard Jared's heavy sigh. "I know--the first time you see this, you wish it could be you. But, trust me, experience the actual trip on dry land...ONCE, and you'll want to come back to the ship, pronto."
Jared shook his head, giving out a random wave to one of the passengers who could see them from down below, before they had gotten onto the DeMorgan van passenger-bus; it was comforting to see that company logo, as if there was a DeMorgan office in Freeport, which there most likely was, knowing how efficient JD Morgan was. "Nah, it's not that. A miss'd opportunity, I suppose, but...I've never been to any place this exotic on my own. It feels--" He looked out onto the city, or town, of Freeport, a little sad that he wasn't disembarking to satisfy some curiosity. or that latent need inside of him to go exploring; traveling always captivated him, and he had thought joining the Army would curb some appeal, but then, no, not in the slightest. The Coast Guard opened many more opportunities for him, but working for DeMorgan Charters was just as refreshing.
Jared stretched out his arms, making his hands open and close like he was squeezing malleable stress-balls. "--I don't..." He was finding it difficult to speak the words he wanted. "Places like this feel more intimate...romantic, in nature. Honeymoon vibes, ya know? I wouldn't want to be here alone, is all I mean." He turned to lean on his right, now looking to Jensen as a few wisps of flyaway blond hairs flew up with the breeze being felt so high up.
Jensen already knew where Jared would be going with this direction of conversation. They had some tough close-calls in the past two days, where either of them could have made a slick move toward something more, and it was truth-telling that even when they shared the same bed, there was respect between them enough to be considerate to the other. Invisible boundaries kept them from pursuit, and they both felt what they had built together was too fragile and precious to destroy so foolishly. But would an intimacy truly demolish their bond, or simply kick it up a notch?
"Don't, Jared. Don't go there."
"If I don't...will you just admit it to me, out loud, that there is 'something' brewing?"
"oh, I can admit it--more to myself, though." Jensen was gripping tight to the railing, keeping his head averted until that DeMorgan passenger-bus left. "I've been good. I've been so good about never bringing a relationship into the workplace. Not even when I was in the Army, and out on deployment. And not even when I was in the Coast Guard, then joining the Reserves a few years later..."
"I know." Jared reached out to clamp a hand around the right forearm, letting his fingers sooth over the warm skin, tickling the fuzzy blond-red hairs on-end. "And you know it's the same way with me. I even told you back in your office that first day we--"
"I do know, Jay." it had felt so nice using that nickname for Jared. It had made Jensen feel close to someone for the first time, in too long.
"Jus' so you'd know, I would be discrete. I'm not lookin' for the whole she-bang, right off the bat. I am willing, and able, to go slow, if need be. At whatever pace makes you feel comfortable." Jared was stunned by how much he was willing to sacrifice to make this something extra-special between him and Jensen. And not to try to even dare something sexual so soon; he had had plenty of relationships with other men where it was more emotional than sexual, but there was still an intense chemistry and attraction because it hadn't been based on "looks" or "physical body type".
"Thanks, but..." Jensen gave a soft pat to Jared's hand, not removing the touch, but he did draw his hand back. "--relationships that start at work--especially at DeMorgan--never have a great track record."
"Not even Danneel Harris and JD Morgan?"
"eh, what you don't know is...what they have never started here. Dani was a stewardess on a commercial airline, and JD was actually flying in First Class. She had his section and Business, and she went above-and-beyond her calling to please him; he liked that so much he woo'd her away and gave her a prime position in his company. She will always have a job here, even if they break-up."
"oh, but still...look at their staying power. That's got to say something."
"Dani is miserable more than she's happy. She's had her heart broken more times than I dare to count." Jensen finally turned to look directly at Jared. "I should know, I live with her and I've had to comfort that brokenness once too often."
"yeah, but...we're not THEM. And--"
"Yes. You're right. I'm not a CEO of a major corporation, and you're not an employee of mine."
"Wait..." Jared put his hand around Jensen's nearby shoulder joint. "--you see me as 'Dani'...an' yourself as a CEO in this scenario?" He was attempting to lighten the somber mood, because he knew Jensen could, potentially, shatter his confidence.
They both chuckled, while Jensen used his right arm to gently shove Jared's chest-wall; he did that a lot, using his right arm with Jared with no shame or embarrassment. He had even pulled down the short-sleeved white shirts to wear when it was hotter than hell.
Jensen could only shake his head at Jared's audacity and his own weaknesses. "Why do you do that?"
"What? Be funny? Try to make you laugh?"
"Try to be charming, when you know this is something serious."
"Do you like it when I'm charming?" Jared couldn't help the small smile lifting up the corner of his mouth.
"YES!" Jensen pounded his fist down on the railing, creating a muffled "gong" sound; the vibrations actually pelted Jared slightly after. "This is the whole problem." He moved from the railing to walk, Jared easily followed behind, tucking his hands in trouser pockets. "I need you to be NOT-charming, so I can--"
"--stop being attracted." Jared nodded in understanding, then rubbed a hand over his chin. "Okay, fair enough. So, then...go back to the cabin...an' make yourself so fuckin' ugly I can't bear to look directly into your face..."
"What!?!" Jensen came full-stop, as if his leather deck shoes were actual tires setting the brakes. He wasn't sure whether he should be more anger or laugh his ass off.
Jared started counting off his list on his fingers. "Don't shower! Don't shave! Don't sleep...or eat! Stop lookin' so freakin' drop-dead super-model gorgeous!...an' maybe I'll stop being so fuckin' charming!!"
Wow! Jared had really yelled that loud enough that it echoed around them, this high up in the air on the upper deck? They both stopped briefly to glance around them, a little shocked they were still alone, and no one had turned a corner to see what the hell kind of conversation was being had, and between what two people.
Jensen shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as he dipped chin to chest. He moved to lean back on his elbows on a different section of railing. "oh, man, Jay...really, you..." He let his left palm rub a soothing pattern over his chest, like his heart would explode through.
And then Jared was suddenly...right THERE! In Jensen's "freakin' drop-dead super-model gorgeous" face.
Arms were splayed, fingers curling around the railing on either side of Jensen's wide frame. He wasn't too close, but close-enough to unsettle the usually calm and controlled Jensen, who averted his head again. It was yet another close-call where Jared could have forcibly kissed Jensen, or...Jensen could have pounced, if he was so inclined...but that moment of white-hot passion from Jared appeared to dial down a tad.
"Wait, I take that back...I've seen you roll right out of bed, from a deep sleep, to a ear-shattering bedside alarm clock...shit! you'd probably still leave me breathless..." Jared shrugged both shoulders as he noticed the blush surface on both cheeks, the Adam's apple move up-n-down to a hard swallow. He took his hands off the railing, but now just stood in front of Jensen, feet planted solid. "--but what else is new?"
"You really DO need to stop...or I'll change the subject on purpose." Jensen threatened in the softest voice he could muster with the clog in his throat.
"Change it." Jared dared him as he folded his forearms over his chest.
"That Memo that we read the other day. The one about the team building business plan...do you really wanna do it? With me?" Before Jared could muck his words up with innuendos, Jensen continued, "I would be a different side of learning about this job, because it's more about the 'business' side of things, than dealing with actual people. But you would still, a certain times, need something like this skill wherever you go, even at this level as a purser."
The memo had simply stated that ANY DeMorgan employee on The Contessa would have a shot at creating a "workable" business plan of how to utilize this new brand. The team of employees could be anywhere from two to as many as five, and if implemented, or chosen by the board of directors to use when it was decided when The Contessa's maiden voyage was scheduled, then those team members would get a part of the profits. This was the kind of employee incentive that made DeMorgan Enterprises a different company than any of it's competitors, and probably why they had such loyal and trustworthy employees.
"Work with you? And get to pick your brain? Where do I sign up?"
"..'kay, well, we'd have to do this off-hours, when we're not working. But I'm sure with two minds on one course, we can come up with profitable ideas, and then prove, without a shadow of doubt, how lucrative each one would be."
Jared had been fascinated by this chance, especially to work with Jensen in this capacity where they could be creating a "working business" in tandem. "Would company executives typically use a business plan created by employees?"
Jensen shook his head emphatically. "No, not usually. DeMorgan is separate from the pack, always has been. I don't know what makes JD think so highly of his minions...but he sure doesn't shirk how this company is as much OURs as it is his own. How do you think DeMorgan has become so 'global' is it's been able to. Our business model is incomparable, and other countries are attempting to model after us. Being ahead of everyone did come easily, nor by just JD's hands alone."
"So, potentially...I could be, like, a Father of Invention." Jared thought it really cool to be a co-creator of something tangible that could be pursued in the future, not just by their generation, either.
"--sure, sure..."
"Have YOU ever done something like this before?"
Jensen shook his head, shrugging one shoulder. "This kind of situation is rare, and it mostly happens through Head Office, to be done by the employees who work there. Out here, when we crew the yachts and ships, we might dole out some meager comments into a Suggestion Box of some kind, small details that might need improving or changing. Then, it could be combined into one huge package deal where it's part of a whole not separate to an individual."
"Well, jeez...this makes me wanna do it even more. When should we start?"
"Now. Or, soon...as in...Today."
"ah, got it." Jared understood the need for expediency.
"--and we can't become slackers...or allow ourselves to be distracted." Jensen waggled a finger at Jared, emphasizing the "no-no" points. "By anything..."
Or...anyONE? Jared thought to himself. "Loud and clear, Officer Ackles." He gave out a weak salute from his temple.
"...quit it." Jensen rolled his eyes, pushing off the railing to begin walking again.
"What?!"
"You know 'what'!!"
"Hey...have I told you about those pretty green eyes of yours? How I drown in them almost on a daily basis?"
"You're STILL being charming!!"
"d'awwww...now you're jus' graspin' at straws..." Jared softly chuckled as he watched Jensen stomped away like a petulant child.
It was late into the night. They had spent hours together in their cabin, having chosen to skip going to the dining room for a meal. They had ordered room service, pigging out on "brain food" as they diligently worked on perfecting this speculative business plan. Jensen had continued to keep glancing at the memo to make sure their ideas were in compliance.
Somewhere around 11pm, Jensen was at the desk in the room, writing long-hand on a yellow legal pad as he compiled all of their collected notes; he had drawn diagrams that he felt they would need to feature, showing certain statistical information.
Last thing he had known was that Jared had one of their DeMorgan binders and a rather large, weighty law book, hoping to find every loophole they could jump through to keep anyone from denying their ideas were costly and ineffective, making them lose money rather than gain profit.
Jensen had forgotten how energizing work like this had been for him, and probably why it had been so easy for him to get his Master's degree in Business and Marketing, while settling on a Bachelor's degree for Business Management. He had known this information like the back of his hand, and how intricately he had to research and word this business plan so it could truly be a viable option. If it became the "Norm" for The Contessa, all the better.
When he turned a little to glance over his shoulder, Jensen heard nothing. Not a cough, nor a turn of a heavy page. Then he swiveled in the chair to see that Jared was O-U-T-OUT! with the massive law book they had checked out of the ship's library splat-open over his slumbering face; no wonder Jensen hadn't heard those soft snores, they were being drowned out by 5lbs of law text.
Giving out a tiny smile of pleasure, Jensen turned back to look down at the paper he had used so far, then down at his watch. It might be a good time for them to go to bed. He put a paperclip on the next clean sheet to keep his place, unrolling all fifteen previous pages back to the start. Jared had claimed he was a fast typist, so Jensen would get him to transcribe the prior writing, while Jensen would continue on with the handwritten portion. Tomorrow, Jensen would teach Jared about spreadsheets, and how to make their hand-drawn diagrams through the computer. He wanted to get a lot of this grunt-work completed before they went into the second week of the cruise.
Because of their conversation earlier this morning, Jensen had been formulating a plan inside his head. He wanted to arrange a day off they could both have, then take Jared out on one of the activity excursions. It was, again, something Jensen had never done before, or had even thought about doing for himself. But knowing Jared had never done this, either, made him want to make it happen even more. Especially if Jensen could turn it into a surprise birthday present as Jared would turn 30 next week. Jensen had never been the best gift-giver, but he was trying to improve that, even with his own family.
He decided to clean-up and organize the desktop as best he could, then he switched the desk lamp to a low hue, until he could get Jared into bed. It wasn't easy to wake Jared, even with that heavy law book on his face. As Jensen had picked up the last bits of their trash: the beer bottles, the junk food wrappers and bags of chips, and the cold leftover pizza crusts, he would pass the couch, attempting to shake Jared to wake. It had taken several rounds of doing this move before Jared sprung upright with a boisterous, "I'm up! I'm up! I'm up--up-up!!", to which he then had nodded back into slumber, now hugging the law book like it was a attention-seeking lover.
Jensen had chuckled at the sight, but he didn't want to have to come anywhere close enough to Jared, where the curious flames had simmered from earlier today, when Jared had eloquently had fanned to surface. It wasn't that Jensen couldn't trust Jared; he knew the kid was flat-out exhausted, and couldn't seduce a willing partner when he was like the Engergizer Bunny with dying battery power.
Nah, Jensen really couldn't trust himself. Years of all this moral behavior, and knowing that his past was shrouded in a lot of questionable actions, he wasn't sure that a moment of failed willpower wouldn't shove him right into Jared's arms. The fate of the First mate job still hung int he balance; both the Captain and Tommy had made a call to JD, so now they simply waited his call back about Cameron Derrick.
And to have such a young and handsome specimen of male flesh almost willing, and eager, to succumb to anything Jensen wanted...the temptation was too great to bear. Someone like Jared, who was probably innocent in some ways, being with someone like Jensen, who was more experienced, felt a little imbalanced. Jensen remembered how it had been, acting like you could wild and free, but then not thinking hard enough about the weight of the guilt that would come to you in the end. Of what you dared to start without fully realizing consequences. Hurt feelings and strange, frenzied emotions. Jensen feared that with Jared willing to give even just a mere ounce of sacrifice, Jensen would take a long mile, and maybe even more, from him; Jared had no idea to what he could unleash.
Finally, Jensen wandered over, took the book away, and started pulling on Jared's arm. "C'mon, A Beautiful Mind...you need to sleep in a comfortable bed, to be well-rested for what's in store for tomorrow."
Jared let himself be dragged upright, swiping over face and digging into eyes to remove the crud; he needed to clear his blurred vision enough to make it over to the bed--on the right side, because Jensen like the left. Actually, it had been Jensen's room, Jensen's bed, so Jared let Jensen have first dibs; Jared normally slept dead-center of his own mattress at home. Jensen was already brushing his teeth, possibly taking a leak, having changed into those sleep pants; he wore different colored tank tops, depending on what color was in the pant material. Tonight, Jared could barely even ogle sufficiently; he couldn't even get out of his shirt fast enough before he flopped backward onto the mattress and zonked out.
That's how Jensen found him when he shut off the bathroom light and walked out into the main room to slip into bed. Tonight, he would put an extra pillow between them, because Jared was kind of a roller in bed, and he tended to roll right into Jensen's side or back. Jared had yet to place an arm around Jensen, but with the way the air was heating up between them, in the underneath, there was a possibility that Jared could become "fresh" and forget to pick a side of the bed to stay on.
Jensen yawned as he settled under the thin sheets, pulling the hem right to his shoulder line, then he turned on his left side to reach out and tug on the light switch. He placed his head on the pillow and let Jared's soft snores sing him to his own slumber.
Jared wasn't sure what was happening, but he knew he had to wake up. Because Jensen was in some distress. Of course, Jensen was still asleep, but he was locked in dreamland, or a cumbersome nightmare that wouldn't let him go.
This had happened once before; it had disquieted Jared because the pure fear and the wracking sobs about to come out of Jensen, just from a dream, would make his own sentimental emotions surface. That moment had been way different than right now, because Jensen was not only louder, he was thrashing around. During that particular bad dream, all Jared had to do was reach out, touching Jensen on his shoulder, then the center of his chest to settle his breathing and heart rate. Within twenty minutes, Jensen was out of that nightmare, deeply asleep again. Neither of them discussed the incident come morning, and Jared hadn't wanted to make a big deal about if Jensen hadn't remembered; he was foolish enough to think it wouldn't happen again.
Jared could just imagine where Jensen was exactly in his mind; mere days ago, Jensen had recalled the moment of his near death, retelling the story as if it had just happened the day before. Jared could kick himself for being so stupid, for stirring up this kind of pain, allowing it to fester once tension or an all-out stressful situation flourished. Jensen had kept all emotions and feelings buried deep, so deep no one could touch unless he allowed them to. And Jensen was only getting started with Jared. This was the kind of reality many in the military faced, but for someone like Jensen, who had escaped death as if sheer luck was on their side, when it was just a willingness to fight for simple survival. Jared knew that all too well.
Jensen actually woke himself up to where he shot upright in bed, his own voice choking on a guttural scream...and then he saw Jared, sitting there, watching him, and he could only feel shame, for allowing such emotional turmoil to wrench this from him when he was most vulnerable.
"Shit!...I--I--I'm...sorry..."
"Jen, don--!!" Jared was too late to catch Jensen before he threw back the linen sheets, able to notice he was drenched, covered in his own sweat.
Jensen hopped off the mattress and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Seconds later, the shower was running.
Jared quietly slumped off the bed; he looked down to notice he was still dressed in his clothes. He stood, bedside, taking off his flannel long-sleeve shirt, throwing it on a nearby chair. He started to unbuckle his leather belt, moving over to the sliding doors so he could open them and let in the cool, fresh sea air; the sheer curtains flopped in the breeze, billowing around him. He glanced back at the bathroom door, to see if Jensen would come out, but when he still heard the running water, he stepped out onto the balcony.
Jensen had taken the quickest shower known to man, leaving the bathroom with only a single towel wrapped around his waist; he'd let his buzz-cut air-dry tonight because it felt good after that intense heat from his dream. Another dream where he was trapped, locked in a forced prison with no doors, no windows. It didn't even have to mimic that sinking ship he'd been in to be traumatic once more; he just had to feel the same, in every way. Holding breath, sustaining life, fearing an imminent death on the way. Above all, being alone...
He opened his dresser drawer to take out another pair of sleep pants, but no tank-t. Jensen shut his eyes at the feel of the sea breeze blowing in, as peaceful as if he'd found Heaven. He didn't bother with underwear, just pulled on the pants, under the towel, dropped the towel right at his feet, then pulled the elastic waist tight to his body. He glanced at the bed, found it empty, then noticed the leather belt thrown free where it had fallen to the floor, right at the sliding glass doorway. Jensen reached into the ceramic bowl on top of the dresser to put his dog-tag necklace on; some small measure of comfort that often soothed him after one of those shattering nightmares.
Jared could hear the sounds of the clanging dog-tags; the same necklace sat under his t-shirt. He knew that Jensen stood behind him, and he knew that one of them had to speak up about what had happened a few minutes ago.
There was something awful comforting about finding Jared, doing that lazy lean on the railing, in those every day t-shirt and jeans, low-riding now on his hips, but still accenting that backside as it stuck out. Bare feet...and long legs...Jensen couldn't get enough of the sight of Jared beside him...both of them sleep-weary, both of them feeling their chemistry and attraction in this one single moment of shared time...
So Jensen slow marched over, picking up Jared's right arm as he tucked himself under and put his arms around, and then he simply let the opportunity speak for itself as he buried his face into Jared's warm neck.
"--oh, god..." The inner groan that came out of Jared sounded slightly tortured, but the way it felt to have Jensen sink right into his body was heady. He didn't pounce, he simply embraced in kind, letting it be known that he would only go so far. But all the suave moves would have to come from Jensen, if they were to go anywhere further than where they were already. The very little he did to move forward was hold Jensen tighter, closer, because he felt him trembling, still effected by the dream that had woken him.
"...i's different when I'm alone..."
"...I bet." Jared rubbed his chin on top of Jensen's head; the hair was softer than he had thought. He let his gaze head on out into the surface of the water; it was pitch black, with partial white lines showing where waves still fluctuated. One could only find blue water around the hull of the ship, because of the floodlights cascading their hues down the sides to the choppy surface. He started soothing his hand over Jensen's naked back, curling it around the side flank to soothe, as well. Jared gave out a shaky laugh. "You may have scared ten years off my life...but I think I'll survive." He could feel Jensen burrow into him, holding him tighter, too. "I think tha's mostly because you finally trust me enough to let me hold you...touch you. I've never had to work this hard in my life!"
Jensen deeply chuckled at the comment, their bodies bumping and brushing with the sway of the ship; it felt natural to just hang on to one another, never let go. "Never let it be said I don't make it worth your while..." He pressed his forehead deeply into Jared's neck, wondering how he could keep that just out of the shower smell, yet not lose a natural scent. Jensen pulled away, craning his head back so he could look up into Jared's eyes; being this close to him was daunting, if not rather thrilling because he truly never knew what to expect with Jared. So he took the bait and leaned up to press lips to the stubble forming on the right jawline; Jared pushed into the move, slowly turning as he backed off.
Now they were face to face, lips matched in alignment, and, again, Jensen took the initiative to press a kiss. But, this time, Jared did make an advance; he brought Jensen up front, dead center of him so his back was leaning on the railing and then he intensified their liplock. Jensen made a noise of approval and began to open lips wider, trying to munch on Jared's mouth. Jared nearly whined in pain because it was awesome and wonderful to feel Jensen's aggression when he knew he had space to play fair or foul.
Jensen broke off, leaning weakly into Jared's chin. "...oh, man...wanted to do that for so long...glad I waited..."
Jared released his arms from around Jensen to now grip tight to the railing. "...glad we both waited..." He dipped his face to brush their foreheads and skim nosetips. "But the night--eh, early morning--is still young...an' we're all alone on this--poor excuse of a balcony."
Jensen had to laugh because it was true; it was a tiny space for a balcony, but it was theirs alone. He could feel his body start to respond to Jared being near, the constant brushing of their fronts causing him to react; not having put on his usual boxer briefs meant he was swinging free and he'd soon start to poke out. Something about being out here, of being with Jared who was always curious and willing to explore, or experiment made him wonder if Jared would come along with him, if he dared. He placed his left hand to Jared's chest, trailing the fingers down the t-shirt material to the untucked hem; his hand dived under to touch bare flesh and Jared sucked in a quick breath. "...you're warm...like me..."
"I can be more like you..." Jared pushed back to cross arms and deftly pulled off his t-shirt so now he was bare-chested as well. Nipples protruded forward as he returned to the same position, causing Jensen to let out his own moans of ecstasy at the sensations their torsos meshing created.
Now Jensen dropped his hand to loosen the waistband of the sleep pants, then he let them fall; they briefly caught on his kneecaps as he shook a little to make them shimmy to the floor at his feet.
"ah, well...now, tha's just being strategically unfair..." Jared actually gulped as they went through another sway of the ship, and Jensen's growing erection poked then brushed to eventually be squished between their bodies.
They both reacted the same, inwardly groaning at the feel of denim against bare skin; Jared having that extra layer of underwear and denim, but still...Jensen's cock was accidentally hitting him enough to make him horny as fuck.
"...god...didn't know it'd feel this fuckin' good..." Jensen drew both arms up Jared's chest-wall to circle around his neck, raising him a little a bit off his toes.
"...tell me 'bout it..." Jared dropped his arms to encircle Jensen's waist, pulling them flush together.
They started kissing again, and this time it was as if they were both trying to steal the other's breath; their lips met as tongues darted out to clash and clang with teeth.
Jensen was stunned that Jared didn't try to grope him over his groin or along his bare bottom; it was as if Jared would only take it so far, but it was Jensen's choice to take the next step forward. He smiled to himself, pleasure beyond belief that Jared could give him the same kind of freedom he'd given him before.
"--when I put you down, Jen...I want you to turn aroun'..."
"...why?....wha' for?" Jensen had a curious thought that maybe Jared had seen something in the distance, or in the sky, that maybe he wanted them both to share the beauty.
"oh, you'll see..."
When Jensen was set down, he swiftly spun to face outward, momentarily leaning on the railing, but not overtly so. Jared made a few seconds worth of unsnapping his jeans to let the material of both briefs and denim brush over Jensen's bare ass. Jensen sucked in a breath as Jared dropped to the floor behind him; he kicked back those sleep pants before they went overboard.
"Wha--do you want me to--?" Jensen almost swiveled, but Jared put a flat palm to his back.
"No! Stay there! Steady, lookin' out on the water."
"--but wha--?" Jensen was unsure exactly what Jared intended him to see, or even what he intended to do...but then...he felt the soft, delicate kisses to his calf muscles, trailing up tot he backs of his thighs; he actually quivered a little, with both his body reacting to Jared and the chill of the air. "...oh-god..." He leaned over now, slowly moving his legs to part as he felt the subtle grab to his ass cheeks, then the eventual spread of them; he barely even noticed what was in front of him as he closed his eyes in near climax. Holy Christ... was he really about to be eaten out--rimmed?--while he was innocently gazing out into the waves? This was sheer madness, and yeah...sheer ecstasy galore, because if there was one thing he loved more than actual sex, it had to be having his hole played with.
If Jared had perfected one move in his entire pathetic gay sexual experience, it was being able to rim a guy and give him the orgasm of his life. He knew he had a long tongue; he knew he had a mouth that eat just about anything...even assholes. But most importantly, he knew exactly what to do, how far to go in order to make a man come so hard he forgot his own name.
So, he began. Those innocent kisses, the subtle massages to the globes of ass; he worshiped the body prior to the real event in order to confuse and create chaotic sensations that would eventually culminate in a bodily climax. It would be moot of there was actually going to be a release of semen, and that wasn't important to Jared. Nor did it seem to be for the guys this happened to, once they had reached the final result.
Jensen was more than impressed, in fact he was falling in lust with the way Jared could "play" his body and make him practically shake with deep, inner quakes. Here he thought Jared the one who needed to be taught, when the student had become the better teacher, who could probably share a trick or two with that tongue of his.
The kisses to the tail-bone almost had Jensen airborne; he only keened and moaned, falling a little forward where his face was buried in his crossed arms. He found himself crouching, bending knees in order to spread himself wider, and Jared used that subtle action to give his first lick over his crack, between the cheeks. Jensen shivered and shook, making a sudden grab for his jutting cock that had, at some point, began leaking precome.
"oh shit!...ohshit!...ohshitohshitohshit!!" Jensen began to furiously stroke himself, now just pressing his moist brow into the curve of his right elbow.
The licks changed into being tentative, like a mere tasting, and then the two thick thumbs curved inward, making a permanently open crease to the puckered entrance.
Jared loved the way Jensen tasted; it was raw from sweat, bitter form body soap, but ultimately salty from skin. he dived in, catching Jensen unaware as he thrust forward, losing grip of his cock. But, strangely enough, Jared had forced another sensation without knowing.
The guard-rail had a main railing at top, but there were subsequent smaller ones going to the floor; the space between each pole was never wide enough to get stuck. And that's what the topside of Jensen's erection brushed, essentially edging him to orgasm with no hand needed. This was good, because Jensen was feeling like he was about to collapse.
And then came the tongue-tip penetration, which caused Jensen to bellow out his cries, no longer able to hold back. Jared became relentless, and terribly cruel, at this point as he went about satisfying his own pleasures, but unknowingly pitching Jensen right into the fire they had ignited between them.
"--shitshitshit...fuuuuuck!--gonna cum--I'm gonna cum---I'm gonna--!"
Jared had shoved far enough into the canal that he had Jensen rising to toe-tips, those thick thighs quaking as an inner anal orgasm passed through, taking every last bit of Jensen's strength left. Jensen panted heavy as he curled his arms, beginning to hug the railing, allowing his body to succumb to the waves, upon waves of a dry release
Jared went back to merely licking over the hole, using the tip of his right thumb to play at the dusky pink skin, witnessing the anus fluctuating open, then closed during the aftermath of the climax. "--yeah, baby...how'd that feel?" He slowly started to rise off his knees, shaping arms around Jensen as he lifted him, carried him, pressing one tiny kiss after another up the body, over bare skin, right to Jensen's neck.
Jensen savored those kisses, tilting his head into Jared' hair as he brought up his left hand to touch, to tenderly caress the rough cheek. "--wanna do that again, but--later." He let both arms align with Jared's as they held one another close, rocking and swaying to the ship's movements. "Do you have any--?"
Jared laughed, burying his face away in Jensen's shoulder to neck. "Condoms? No. You?"
Barely able to hold a conversation, he shook his head, petting over the bulky forearms around him.
Right at an ear, nibbling on the lobe, Jared made an offer, "We can still do this--fuck, I mean. I can give you another great orgasm like the last one."
"...can't forget that one. Not if they always make me feel this way."
"Now that, I can promise you." Jared gave a chaste kiss to a cheek, looking out on the water. "It's beautiful out there---it nearly got choppy just as you came."
Jensen eeked out a laugh. "--man, I thought that was just me." He turned to face out, gazing at the sea, as well; he hugged Jared even tighter. It wasn't bothering him that he was completely naked and sporting a hearty erection. it simply felt...right.
Jared released one arm, moving his lower body away to help tug down his jeans and briefs. He was down to mid-thigh when he lost grip one a sway and his groin tried to flatten against Jensen's ass. Both of them sucked in air through clenched teeth.
It was suddenly dawning on Jensen exactly how they would still fuck without a condom. "--yeah, yeah...let's do it...we've come this far, right?"
Jared chuckled at how dirty both their minds were when together. "--hell, yes--times a thousand..."
"I'm not even gonna have to touch myself to come."
Jared was confused, so he peeked down, able to catch the sight of Jensen's stiff length, how it was positioned under one of the smaller bars of the railing. "Holy shit! That doesn't hurt?!"
"Nope. I seem to be tall enough, so this is right where I fit perfectly."
"I'll say. That's...so cool."
"Just...we'll get into position, and all you'll need to do is hold onto me, while I hold onto you, an'...hells bells, we might not even have to thrust at all."
"--this...is...gonna be...so...awesome..."
"all right...there's charming...an' there's jus' bein' a dick, Jay..."
"oh, sorry...my inner gay tween did a total freak-out."
Jensen patted Jared's arm. "It's okay--I forgive you. Jus' stay a 29yr old adult until I shoot my load--"
"m'kay..." Jared had to dissolve into silly giggling--the image of an ejaculation over the railing giving him endless "dork" feelings. He felt Jensen reposition his legs once he fit his cock between those firm thighs.
Poor unsuspecting people down below them...
At some point they had come in from the balcony, all tangled, minds frazzled and discombobulated. They'd collapsed on the mattress, after pulling off the comforter and linen sheets, leaving the bed almost bare except for the pillows.
Jensen had flopped down where Jared had slept, and Jared was in Jensen's spot, although as they became more sleepy, he had rolled closer to Jensen. When he had fallen asleep, Jared was half-draped over Jensen's right side, while he lay face-down; Jared's left leg twined between Jensen's legs.
Jensen woke before Jared, so he watched him sleep, wishing he could reach out and touch, caress, with his "right" hand. The stump was a bit too clumsy and intrusive. Jared slowly woke, because he felt someone was watching him, and if he got up early enough, maybe he and Jensen could...
...green eyes were wide, gazing directly at him.
And, Jared understood he'd never been in love like he was right this minute. "mmm--mornin'..." He leaned over to smack a kiss on waiting lips. "Did you sleep at all?" He had been out like a light before Jensen.
Jensen shut his lids to the gentle feel of Jared combing through his hair, caressing ever detail of his face as if to remember him later on. "mm-hmm...I did." He went to move, like he was going to tuck back under Jared's chest, but then he flipped Jared onto his back. Subtly, Jensen crawled over to lay on his right side; Jared had put his underwear back on, leaving Jensen in the nude.
Jared was paying closer attention to Jensen going in for a kiss, so he didn't know Jensen would trail his left hand beneath his brief's elastic waist, side-swipe his throbbing cock, tease the scrotal sack to find his hole. It sure intensified their kissing, being played with down there.
Jensen broke away from Jared's mouth to intensely suck on index and middle fingers, then slip back under the stretched fabric to finger-fuck, while he played tonsil-hockey with Jared. Jared brought his hand out to tuck under, grabbing for his hidden cock, slow-stroking at each thrust Jensen's dual fingers sent his way.
It wasn't long before they stopped kissing; Jensen was mesmerized by every flex of Jared's arms, tendons and muscles pulling across the wide chest as Jared's hand picked up speed in each movement. As the orgasm built, and Jared bowed his body to cry out, Jensen yanked down the briefs to where
Jared could span his knees outward, allowing Jensen to dive for his balls, or his hole: Jensen chose to suck on the individual testicles, and then slowly torture Jared further to release as he pressed a thumb-pad to the perineum. Jared spurted come in every direction, in no time flat.
Jensen crawled over him again, but this time he simply rested his entire body on top of Jared, clock-watching until his alarm would go off. He tried to think back to their dual orgasm out on the balcony, but not for the reason one would think...he just couldn't remember which one of them had said “I love you” first, before coming.
