Summer Lovin'

"Then you'll just have to take part in some of the activities," Lass giggled. The musical sound was one that Nye decided he wanted to hear on a regular basis.

"I don't know..." Nye demurred.

"I do," Lass said decisively. He jotted quickly on a piece of paper and handed it to Nye. "Forget you're a hotshot solicitor," he whispered. "Here you're just Nye, out to have a good time. These are the activities I'll be involved in. I'd really like to see you during the day," he added bashfully.

Nye gripped the paper and gazed into turquoise depths. If the boy's smile outshone the sun, then his eyes were more beautiful and fathomless than the ocean they travelled. He nodded.

"I'll see you later," he promised.

His reward was a blinding smile that immediately lifted his spirits and banished any doubts he had made the wrong decision by opting to participate as Lass had asked of him.

As the men separated, neither noticed dark, angry eyes that had witnessed the second kiss.

That evening, when Lass' shift finished, the two men returned to Nye's room. They sat, chatted, listened to music and shared some chilled Chardonnay. It was relaxed and romantic and the men found themselves moving closer and closer as the time passed. Finally they sat entwined in each other's arms. Nye paid homage to the beauty he held. He kept his kisses gentle and reverent, relishing the soft, breathy moans from the younger blond. He groaned at the mewl of loss when they parted to breathe and pressed their lips back together, He slid his tongue into Lass' mouth and explored it leisurely. He learnt about the ridges at the roof, the smooth teeth and the silky inner cheeks and then suckled pleasurably at Lass' equally slick and agile muscle. He resolutely kept his hands above Lass' waist. He stroked the soft skin of the young man's back and slid them round to caress the small nubs he found on Lass' chest with his thumbs. Nye found himself longing to see and taste the alluring pebbled peaks.

Lass' hands had been doing their own exploring. He had traced the muscles of Nye's back, up to powerful shoulders and then round to discover the smattering of chest hair that fascinated him. He mimicked Nye's touches to his nipples and was pleased to note Nye seemed to appreciate the caress. Lass found himself longing to see and explore this unknown territory.

"I have a day off tomorrow," Lass panted as they nestled closely together. "We'll be pulling into our first port Vigo, Spain. "Would you... would you be interested in spending time ashore with me?"

"I would love to," Nye smiled kissing the top of golden silk. Lass' hair was softer and finer than his and already Nye was addicted to how it felt. He held the younger man for several more minutes before he felt Lass shift.

"I'd better be going," Lass said sadly.

Nye debated asking Lass to stay but decided it was too soon. They had quickly become friends and were enjoying a gentle courtship. He didn't want to ruin things by moving too fast. He couldn't remember the last time he had dated or wooed, but for the sake of this beautiful boy he would take all the time it needed.

"You could stay if you wished," Nye decided to say, not wanting Lass to misunderstand his intention. "I would even offer to sleep on the couch. I won't pressure you into anything you don't feel ready for, Lass. I promise."

"Thank you, Nye, but I think I should go back to my cabin tonight," Lass' heart soared. Nye was a man of his word, one in whom he could place his trust.

They walked back to Lass' cabin holding hands. At his door, this time it was Lass who took the lead. He pulled Nye down for a goodnight kiss. He dipped his tongue into the older man's mouth and felt a surge of power at the moan. He delved deeper, lightly caressing the warm, wet cavern. He felt Nye's arms wrap around him and heard another moan and dimly registered that he had made that sound. Slowly, reluctantly, they pulled apart, panting softly.

"Goodnight, Nye. Meet me at 8.00 for breakfast?"

"Goodnight, love," Nye whispered, not noticing the slip. "I'll be there."

Nye almost skipped back to his cabin, his heart lighter than in many years

Lass closed his door leaning on it for support. //He called me 'love'//he thought. The young man went to bed and slept more soundly than he had for a long time. A tall, sandy haired man played a major part in his dreams.

In another cabin, dark eyes gazed malevolently at the picture captured on a mobile phone. A picture of two blonds kissing.

The next day was idyllic from Nye's perspective. When Lass and he went ashore, the younger man knew the area. He took the older man to smaller, more unusual gift shops and quiet café bars. He was taken around a small art gallery where he bought two paintings, one as a present for Lass. They had found a street artist and Nye had insisted they sit for him so he had a unique memento of their day. They drank coffee in the morning and chilled white wine in the afternoon. The day had been simple, inexpensive and the most pleasurable day Nye could remember for a long, long time.

The two men returned to Nye's cabin happy and tired. They kissed and gently touched, this time Lass removed his shirt and Nye gasped at the beauty before him. Lass' chest was the same honey colour Nye had seen from the short-sleeved shirts. The younger man's areola were two large dark discs centred by small dark nipples. Nye licked his lips and began to kiss carefully down Lass' jaw. He nibbled gently along the golden collarbone before kissing down to Lass' breast. He licked the coffee areola to a moan and a convulsive grasp of his hair from the other blond. Nye carefully rolled one cinnamon nub between his fingers as he sucked tenderly on the other before switching sides.

Lass whimpered his pleasure holding tightly to Nye's hair, instinctively pressing his chest to the older man's mouth. It felt heavenly. He groaned as Nye relinquished his breasts then gasped as Nye removed his own shirt. The chest was dusted with dark gold hair and Lass couldn't resist stroking the soft fur. Nye's aureoles were smaller and a dark pink and his nipples thicker and a pink brown. Glancing shyly at the other man and receiving an encouraging nod, Lass carefully lapped at one nub then the other. The pleasured sound from Nye's lips emboldened Lass further. He felt himself moved to lie over the broader form, between strong thighs, and then continued to suckle blissfully.

They continue to gently trade kisses and touches until Nye realised Lass' weight was getting heavier and the kisses and touches more erratic. Lass had begun to suck at one of his peaked nipples, but the oral caresses seemed to have stopped, leaving the taut teat in moist heat. All too quickly, he heard the even breathing that told him Lass had succumbed to tiredness and was asleep. Smiling, Nye carefully manoeuvred the young man to lie in his bed. He removed Lass' sandals and the belt to his jeans, but left him wearing his pants. Stripping down to his tight black boxers, Nye slid into the bed behind its sleeping occupant and cuddled Lass close. He had joined Lass in dreams within moments.

****

Light tickled at Lass' eyelids and the drowsy blond shuffled to try and avoid its attentions. He instantly realised he wasn't in bed alone. At the feel of the warm, hard body behind him, his eyes flew open as his mind replayed the events of the previous evening. He didn't remember going to bed and he knew that Nye must have taken care of him. He could feel he was still in his jeans and he smiled. Nye had kept to his promise. He had allowed Lass to dictate the speed of their developing relationship. Lass knew he wanted to go further with the other blond. He knew he was falling hard for the attractive older man and he fervently prayed that Nye had similar feelings.

"Morning, love," a sleep-roughened voice rasped in Lass' ear and the sound seemed to go straight to Lass' groin and tingles spread throughout his body. He turned to gaze at the rumpled man in whose loving arms he lay.

"Morning," he replied and pressed their lips together. He found himself rolled to lie on top of Nye, between the older man's legs, as Nye's tongue reacquainted itself with every nuance of Lass' sweet mouth. He smiled happily into the darker blue grey eyes of the other man as Nye's hands slid with proprietary ease to cup each of Lass' nether cheeks through the soft, worn denim.

"How quickly do you have to go?" Nye asked as Lass glanced at the alarm clock His hands roamed over the naked skin of Lass' back and down to knead the alluring globes. He bit back a groan as he saw Lass' eyes lose some of their sparkle.

"I'm on duty in just over an hour," came the reply, "and I need to shower, shave and generally make myself presentable. Sorry, love."

The word 'love' slipping from those perfect pink lips made up a little for losing the beauty in his arms. With a resigned smile Nye kissed Lass and rolled them to their sides. He gazed deep into azure depths and felt he could float in them forever. He stroked a cheek roughened by stubble that was barely visible.

"I'll walk you to your cabin. Will you spend tonight with me?"

"Yes," Lass breathed. "I'd like that, Nye."

In another cabin, the same dark eyes glittered at the additions to the single photograph. They now included two more kissing shots and one of the men walking hand-in hand. A cold laugh broke the room's silence.

****

Nye made an effort to join in some of the shipboard activities that Lass held. He blushed at the sight of a grinning Liz watching him, but refused to be put off. He remained as close as possible to the younger man all day. He could hardly wait for Lass' shift to end. As Lass joined him outside the dining room, Nye laughingly swept the smaller man into his arms and swung him around. As he lowered Lass protectively in the circle of his arms, he kissed him leisurely. Both men were blissfully oblivious to their private moment being recorded by an unseen hand. Nye's arm draped companionably over Lass' shoulder as they made their way to Nye's cabin.

Once inside Nye locked his door, drawing Lass back into his embrace and kissing him tenderly. He walked Lass backwards to his bed, his kisses becoming deeper, wetter, more demanding. As Lass sat on the bed, Nye could see the kiss-bruised lips breaking into a soft smile.

"Make love with me?" Lass asked quietly, shyly.

"Always," Nye replied honestly, reverently. He watched Lass' hand begin to unbutton the white shirt. "Let me," Nye husked, "please."

Lass' hands fell away as Nye undid each button, kissing the newly exposed flesh. Once Lass' shirt was removed, Nye removed his own. He smiled at the way sapphire eyes devoured the sight of his naked chest. Nye quickly disposed of Lass' socks and shoes and his own, and then his eyes locked on the bulge at Lass' groin. His hands reached for the belt on Lass' pants, unfastening it slowly, deliberately. He noted his hand was shaking slightly as he popped the button on the black pants and pulled down the zipper. He heard Lass' soft moan as the younger man lay back, raising his hips. He pulled the pants off long, smooth limbs, leaving Lass naked apart from tight black briefs under which Nye could see the outline of his lover's erection. A damp patch appeared and hastily Nye removed his own pants. "Ok?" he asked as his hands reached for the waistband of the final barrier to Lass' full nudity. At the nod, he removed the briefs and moaned at the beauty before him. Lass' erection was the epitome of the young man himself: slender, smooth and beautiful. It was a rosy colour due to the level of arousal and cut so that the glistening head was perfectly displayed. It curved enticingly towards the toned abdomen, where liquid passion had already dripped and pooled.

"So gorgeous," Nye whispered, almost afraid to speak in case it broke the spell of the moment. "Please, baby, let me taste you."

"Yes," Lass begged.

Nye moved the lissom form into the centre of the bed and knelt between the outspread legs. He bent his head and kissed the inside of each knee. He placed open-mouthed kisses up the inside of each thigh and licked at the junction of thigh and groin. The silvery blond curls were as a silent siren call. Nye buried his face in them inhaling his mate's musk and relishing the whimpers. He held down the slim hips with strong hands and resumed his oral exploration. His teeth tugged gently at the curls causing a low moan to spill from Lass' lips. Nye laved lower, tasting the velvet sac before taking one then the other precious orb into his mouth rolling them carefully in turn. Lass' open-mouthed panting increased Nye's arousal and his shaft throbbed insistently in its cotton confines. However, Nye's concern was to make certain Lass was pleasured. To ensure that Lass enjoyed this encounter so much he'd never forget it or him.

Nye licked the base of the slender rod and then up to the flared head. He licked the pooled passion from Lass' stomach and then sucked the head of Lass' erection. His tongue probed at the slit demanding more of the intoxicating pre-come. He licked down the prominent vein and back up before resuming his sucking of the head. He glanced up at Lass' face. The younger man's eyes were closed, his face flushed and blissful. His head rolled from side to side as Nye sucked and it was the most beautiful and erotic sight Nye had ever beheld. Humming, the older man took all of Lass into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks to increase the suction. With a scream that resembled Nye's name, Lass came hard. Nye's hands stopped the younger blond from thrusting as he worked to swallow the gift of Lass' ardour. Nye drank the salty-sweet nectar, ensuring not a drop was missed, before finally allowing the sated organ to slip from his lips. He crawled over the replete form and shared a Lass-flavoured kiss with the other blond.

"I love you," Lass murmured.

"I love you, too, baby," Nye admitted, suddenly realising it was true. In just a few days, the satiated young man lying beneath him had gotten through his normal defences straight into his heart. He smiled, certain his heart was safe and vowing to cherish the gift of Lass'.

"Need to take care of you," Lass whispered, his eyes opening.

"I can wait a little longer, love," Nye said. "Kiss me."

The two men lay side-by-side kissing and caressing. Lass' hand drifted between Nye's strong thighs.

"Let me see you," he moaned. "Want to touch you."

Helping the older man remove his boxers, Lass' knelt astride Nye's knees. His mouth trailed over the lightly furred chest and nipped playfully at the dark pink nubs peeking out. He licked down to Nye's navel, tonguing the indent to groans of pleasure from the bigger man. He rimmed around the edge occasionally dipping inside before rubbing his face into the abundant dark hair at the base of the long, thick organ standing proudly before him.

"Baby," Nye husked. "Turn round. Want to taste you again."

With a small whimper, as his penis twitched at Nye's words, Lass turned to kneel over Nye's upper body.

The older man arranged his lover to his satisfaction. As he did, the small pink portal of Lass' body peeked shyly from between the parted nether cheeks. Nye gave a soft low growl. //Mine// he thought. He felt his hardness engulfed in wet heat and groaned at the sensation. Lass' hand pumped the base of his shaft whilst the younger man sucked ardently at the purpled head. In return, Nye licked at the re-filling erection above him and then he moved to mouth at the velvety sac. He used a pillow to help position his head and reached to part the golden globes. The tightly furled bud twitched as it was exposed to colder air. Nye watched mesmerised as it pulsed, opening and closing with Lass' movements; inviting him, enticing him. It was beyond his power to resist. With a deep groan, Nye pulled the cheeks closer and licked along the darker skin.

"Nye!" Lass exclaimed and jerked. He'd never been touched that way *there*.

Nye was unfazed by the movement. He gripped his mate tighter and began to alternate broad swathes with delicate laps. Slowly, inexorably he moved to his ultimate prize. Folding his tongue he jabbed at the tiny portal and both men moaned as his tongue entered the younger man. He was relentless. His tongue delved inside again and again. He could feel Lass begin to thrust back on the moist invader, trying to take the agile muscle deeper. The younger man whimpered quietly and then resumed his diligent attention to Nye's arousal. Nye could feel the tremors from the smaller body as Lass hovered on the brink of a second orgasm. Nye pulled the delectable cheeks impossibly further apart, pressing his tongue inside as far as he could and growled his pleasure.

With a wail, Lass came a second time. His body jerked and trembled as his release adorned Nye's chest. Seconds later, the bigger man's seed jetted forth as he climaxed. Nye roared Lass' name as pulse after pulse anointed the smaller blond's chest, face and hair. Finally as both men came down from their sexual highs panting, hearts thundering, Lass felt Nye kiss each cheek tenderly. He fell to the side, too spent to be able to think or speak, his body still thrumming from two intense climaxes.

Slowly, Nye rolled Lass onto his back. The older man's heart seemed to melt whilst his spent organ twitched dryly at the sight of the beautiful blond sprawled on his bed. Lass' arms and legs were wantonly spread, an image of both innocence and debauchery. Possessiveness and protectiveness surged in Nye's breast. He knew it wouldn't be easy to continue a relationship once the holiday was over. His firm was conservative, old-fashioned and elitist, but what they didn't know wouldn't harm Lass and him. He was determined they would find a way. Just so long as he could be certain it was what Lass wanted too. He crawled up the spent boy licking firstly Lass' seed then his own from the beloved body. As he reached Lass' mouth, he pushed his tongue demandingly past the swollen, glistening lips. Lass mewled at the mingling of their tastes. His arms came to wrap around Nye's neck and they spent long minutes simply kissing as they recovered.

"Share a shower with me, Lass?" Nye asked as they finally broke apart.

"Mmm," Lass murmured dreamily. "That was incredible."

"It gets better, love," Nye promised. He grinned at the way Lass' dreamy smile widened. "After the shower, will you sleep with me?" Nye asked.

"Yes," Lass agreed.

Lass could barely remain upright for their shower. He grinned lovingly at Nye. The older man washed and dried him as Lass tried to help. Soon he was back in bed, enveloped in strong arms; a warm body spooned up behind him. Lass felt a tenderness and contentment that had been missing from his life. He gave a quiet murmur of happiness and nestled back into Nye's embrace. He instinctively knew that things would be difficult for them to be a couple once the cruise was over. Lass still had to work a couple of months and it was obvious from Nye's cautiousness about their relationship that it couldn't be open. However, Lass was determined they would make it, if it was what his lover wanted too.

"Love you, Nye," he whispered as slipped into sleep.

"I love you, Baby," came the replied as the bigger man joined his exhausted lover in sated slumber.

The next couple of nights passed in the same way. The men would return to Nye's cabin, kisses and touches becoming more heated, more intimate until their mutual joy flowed again and again. As much as Nye ached to be buried in the beautiful, beloved body, he honoured his promise to let Lass dictate the speed of their relationship.

Lass, in his turn, was feeling the growing need for deeper intimacy. He'd never felt this level of desire before and it aroused and frightened and exhilarated all at the same time. He wanted this, he needed this. He'd never wanted or trusted or...loved...anyone enough to do this.