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Lucky Boy
by Summer Michaels
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Free Short Fiction
Distributed at http://summermichaels.blogspot.com/ and www.goodreads.com by Summer
Michaels
This is a work of fiction. Characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living
or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.
Lucky Boy © 2011 Summer Michaels
All rights reserved worldwide. This eBook may be distributed freely in its entirety courtesy of
the author, Summer Michaels. This work may not be sold, manipulated, or reproduced in any
format without express written permission from the author.
This work contains graphic language and sexual content between two men and is not intended
for anyone under the age of 18.
Cover Design © 2011 Summer Michaels
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~* Written as part of the Hot Summer Daysanthology for the M/M Romance Group on
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"To us!" Adam yelled over the roar of Saturday night's crowd at Club Amber.
"To us," I toasted back. After the clicking of our glasses, we downed our shots of
Triple J. Adam leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
Adam Fourier and I were celebrating our graduation from Arizona State. Adam
now had a degree in culinary arts, and mine was a bachelor's degree in business.
The two of us had been best friends and neighbors since the ripe old age of seven.
That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, I
realized I was in love with him. Not that, 'I love you, man,' type of love. Nope. I
was ass over teacup in love with my best friend. The 'let's get married and grow old
together' type of love.
Casual kiss my ass. I wanted to pull Adam off that bar stool and into my arms.
Which was something your straight best friend wouldn't do. I had to get out of
here. I needed to breathe. Not so easy to do with a bar this packed. This had to be
the largest crowd since opening night.
"I'm going to hit the head," I said as I straightened my blue button-up shirt over my
erection.
"JT," Adam yelled, "If you see Brody, will you let him know where I am?"
"Sure," I said. What I really wanted to say was, can't we ditch this fucker for one
night? I wasn't jealous of Brody and Adam's relationship. I just didn't know how to
tell Adam that I wanted him without risking our friendship. I would rather have
him as my friend and him still love me, than have something go wrong and Adam
hate me forever.
Club Amber was the newest gay club to open in Tempe. I had been here a few
times with Adam and Brody, so finding the restroom wasn't that hard, even with a
crowd this large.
The bathroom door shut, and the noise of lousy techno music now mixed with the
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sounds of sex. I chuckled and headed to the urinal to do my business. By the time I
went to wash my hands, someone had reached his climax and shouted.
Glancing in the mirror as the happy couple came out of the stall, I froze. The water
had become too hot, but I didn't know how to move.
Brody.
He saw me and had the same reaction. The bald, bear of a man behind him,
bumped into him and misreading the reaction between Brody and myself, let out a
bark of laughter. "Honey, he just shot his wad all over the stall door. He has a sweet
ass, but I am not sure anyone has thatkind of stamina." The bear exited the
restroom in amusement. I faintly heard the door open and close again, but I didn't
care who walked in.
I turned the water off and faced Brody. "Oh, I want his ass alright, but only to kick
it," I said.
"Let me explain, JT." Brody threw his arms wide open. His blond hair was lying
limp and stuck to his face from sweat.
"I don't need an explanation of how a dick landed in your ass. The only thing you
need to explain to me is how you could do this to Adam. How could you throw his
love out the window like that?"
I wanted to shout that I would do anything to have Adam like that, but now wasn't
the time.
"Oh, come off it, JT. With me out of the picture, you can have Adam for yourself.
You have to be thrilled to catch me like this. I see the way you look at him. We all
see it. Everyone but you two."
"I would have him with or without you in the picture, Brody. He's my best friend."
"The best friend who doesn't want you like you want him. Is that why you hated
me? Because I was fucking him, and that's something you only wish you could
do?"
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"Does everything always have to come back to you and your dick?"
"Well, I sure as hell won't be." Adam stood by the door. He must have been the one
to come in when the bear exited.
Which meant Adam heard…everything.
"Adam, baby." Brody walked toward Adam, trying to put his hands to Adam's face.
He shoved Brody away from him and toward the door, stepping further in the
bathroom.
"Were you safe?" Adam asked quietly.
My heart dropped. I never thought about Brody using protection. Never thought
how Brody could hurt Adam any other way but emotionally.
I started to run at Brody, but Adam stepped in front of me and placed his hands on
my chest. My six foot three frame towered over his five eleven, but I let Adam
hold me there. Brody made a quick exit. I felt Adam sag and lean into me. I pulled
Adam closer and he buried his face into my chest and cried.
I petted Adam's dark hair and said it would all be okay, over and over. I marveled
at the skin his tears fell over, the dark tone a gift from his Mediterranean mother.
His strong stubborn face came from his French father. The result was absolutely
breathtaking and having him in my arms only made it harder to look away.
After a while, Adam pulled back, his piercing green eyes staring up at me. "Will
you go with me to the clinic tomorrow? I don't think I can do it alone." Adam's
voice started strong but trailed off as he went on."You don't even need to ask, of
course," I said. "When we're done there, we need to start packing your stuff up, as
well."
Adam's brows knitted in confusion. "What do you mean, pack my stuff? I didn't
keep anything at Brody's."
"I'm not leaving you here to worry by yourself. Pack your bags and come with me
to Australia. Mr. Medina sent an extra plane ticket and said I could bring someone
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if I wanted. I was going to wait until later tonight to ask you. My interview won't
last long, so come and keep me company. See where I will live, if I get the job."
Adam's face went from excitement to sadness with a snap of a finger. "My night
has been bad enough. No more talk of you living halfway across the world and I’ll
go with you. Deal?"
"Deal," I said as we left the restroom.
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"Tie me kangaroo down, sport…tie me kangaroo down."
"I swear, Adam, if you don't stop singing that song, I will tie you down!" I said
laughing.
We arrived in Australia on January twenty-sixth, Australia Day. It was like the
largest pride rally I have ever seen. Aussie's were the most laid back sorts of people
one could ever meet. Everyone yelled 'Happy Australia Day' at us. I almost forgot
we weren't Australian. Everywhere I looked painted faces, flags draped over
shoulders, packed beaches and parks, and tons of 'barbie'.
Adam and I stayed mostly at the beach in our budgie-smugglers swim gear. Those
swim trunks left little to the imagination. No wonder the beach was so packed.
The food was out of this world. We ate lamb on the barbie, sausages, shrimp, and
kangaroo burgers. The beer was simply addicting. We sampled different brands
until we staggered to our hotel. I made a mental note to purchase some XXXX
before leaving.
After a shower to wash off the sand and grit, Adam wrapped a towel around his
hips and exited the bathroom. I watched Adam's amazing body as he sauntered
toward the bed. The letters L,U, and Yof his 'Lucky Boy' tattoo were peeking out
over the towel. I wanted to lick, suck, and nibble my way around that tattoo. I
needed to look elsewhere before I made a fool of myself.
My gaze traveled higher up Adam's body and the sight of his dark nipples made my
mouth water. This was worse than Chinese water torture. I stared at the floor for
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fear I would embarrass myself. After what Brody did to Adam, I decided I wouldn't
tell him how I felt about him. Not yet…but holding it in, was killing me.
Especially when Adam was half-naked.
"What are you doing, JT? You look sad. Whatever it is you're worried about, stop
it. This place is too beautiful for ugly thoughts. Trust me."
Easy for Adam to say. I'm sure he knew I was worried about the job interview, but I
was working up the nerve to tell him I wanted him so badly, wanted to feel his lips
against mine and hear him moan my name. He had been out of the closet since
high school. I've watched the parade of boys and men come and go, all not good
enough for him. I was terrified he would realize I wouldn't be good enough for him
as well, if I told him how I felt.
It wasn't until Adam touched my cheek that I realized he had moved. He was
crouched down in front of me with worry etched in his features as his, soft thumbs
caressed my face. "Hey, I lost you there for a while. Are you sure you're okay?"
Just tell him already!I screamed at myself.
"Adam, there's something I want to tell you," I said. My voice cracked and was
barely audible, even to my own ears. The pounding of my heart drowned out all
other sounds. Stilling Adam's hands on my face by covering them with mine, I held
Adam's gaze.
The tears burning my eyes begged to be set free. His hands gave my face a gentle
squeeze. "Dammit, JT, just tell me. You're scaring the piss out of me."
Holding his gaze with mine, I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. At first, the kiss
was one sided, but Adam opened up for me, deepening our kiss. He pulled my face
closer to him as his tongue explored my mouth. I wasn't expecting this reaction,
but it was all the encouragement I needed to melt into his hold and pull Adam
closer to my body. We casually lowered to a lying position on the bed, our lips
never losing contact.
My hands roamed Adam's beautiful body. I felt like an octopus, I needed the extra
arms to touch all the places I longed for. I settled for his strong back. Slowly and
lightly my hands traveled up and down his satiny skin. Adam arched his back and
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gradually pulled away. Opening my eyes, I met his gaze as he stared down at me
with a huge smile on his face.
Adam leaned forward and moved toward my face. I thought he was coming in for
another kiss, but instead whispered in my ear, "Finally." I pulled his body to rest on
mine, and held him there.
"I was worried you would push me away," I whispered, not trusting my voice at the
moment.
As he pulled away from me, Adam looked like he was considering is words
carefully. "I would never push you away JT, as long as this," he said, gesturing
towards our chests, "is what you truly want. I don't want to be an experiment. It
would hurt too damn much, but I've wanted you to kiss me and more than kiss me
for years."
Adam's eyes were all over the room now, trying desperately not to look me in the
face. He looked like a kid avoiding the teacher’s gaze when she is looking for
someone to answer a question. He had the 'don't notice me please' thing going on. I
cupped his face and held him there until he finally looked me in the eye.
"Don't hide from me, Adam Fourier. If we're going to talk about this, we are going
to do it like adults. No more running, no more hiding. From either of us." The pads
of my fingers gently stroked his face.
The corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. "Fine, no more hiding. So tell me,
when did you realize there was something more between us?"
Damn.
Moving to my side, Adam propped his head in his hand and left one leg draped
over me. "Smug bastard," I joked as I leaned over to kiss him. "You know the man
I’m interviewing with tomorrow? Well, he bought the island after he lost his
spouse. He wanted to own the place where they met. When I heard about that, it
made me think. I knew there was more to us when I realized I would save every
penny I had just to keep you close to me, even if it was just a memory." I could feel
my cheeks redden as I gazed at Adam's jade green eyes. I knew this was right
between us, for us.
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"This resort where you are interviewing…Is it for couples?”
"Not just couples. Same sex couples and families. It's a place where people can
come and have a vacation and not have to worry about expressing how they feel.
Mr. Medina wants to expand the resort. When Mom told him about my degree and
the way I help run my father's business, he asked me to come over for an
interview."
Taking everything in, Adam moved to straddle my hips. He tossed the towel he'd
worn to the floor, leaving every inch of him open to my view. He was absolutely
the most beautiful person I'd ever laid eyes on. He placed his hands on my sides
and leaned forward, rubbing the two of us together. The friction he created caused
to me harden. He moaned softly in my ear.
"Brody was wrong. I knew, JTBarrett, that I loved you when I compared every
man to you. There has never been anyone else in here," Adam tapped his heart,
"the way that you have. I prayed for the day that you would pick me, and love me,
the way that I love you." Adam captured my lips with such greed my tongue fought
him for a taste of his sweet mouth. I pushed my hips up, pressing my length to his,
begging for his touch. This moment was everything I ever wanted, which was
simply, Adam.
I used my strength to overpower Adam onto his back. I was dying to taste his
caramel colored skin, to feel him under me, to pleasure him the way he pleasured
me, just by looking at me.
"I want to touch you Adam. I want all of you, but I have never done this before.
With another guy I mean. I just don't want it to be bad for you," I confessed.
"Just do what feels right to you JT. No pressure. Just you and me, nothing else
matters."
I started at Adam's neck, licking and sucking every inch of him. He smelled like
soap and the light musky scent that was him alone. Licking my way down his
chest, I circled Adam's nipple with my tongue, then sucked it hard, teasing another
moan out of him. I then slid my attention over to the other wanting nipple, adding a
bit of teeth to nip at the sensitive flesh. He grabbed the bed sheet and said, "God,
JT! You'll will make me cum like that."
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"We can't have that now! There is so much for me to explore," I chuckled, moving
lower down Adam's writhing body. When I got to the Lucky Boy tattoo, I traced
each letter with my tongue then blew on the slippery skin. Goose bumps covered
his flesh and he gave a slight shiver. "I am a lucky boy indeed," I said caressing his
thigh.
I sat back and examined Adam's puckered-tip cock. His French father had refused
to have his son cut, so I was in foreskin heaven. The heavy covering pulled back
enough to allow his pre-cum to drizzle down his shaft. I slipped my finger under
the foreskin and around the head, as far as the skin would allow. Adam moaned and
bucked his hips higher, "Yes! More JT, please," I leaned down to sample the taste
of Adam, when he jumped off the bed, ripping himself away from me and yelled,
"Brody!"
Talk about your mood killer.
Adam stood beside our bed, holding his hands out with a look of horror on his
face. I couldn't say anything. While my lips were on him, he was thinking of that
asshole? Sensing my confusion, Adam quickly got to the point.
"The clinic hasn't called yet with my results. I couldn't stand the thought of you
getting hurt like that, JT." He caught his breath before beginning again. "As much
as I want you to continue, I would rather we wait until we know. Please
understand," he begged.
Feeling like a jerk, I hung my head in shame. He was thinking of me, and I jumped
to the wrong conclusion.
"I'm sorry, Adam. I thought…. I thought…" When I couldn't go on, I looked up at
Adam. He tackle hugged me, pinning my arms to my side as he held me there,
cuddling me like I was the one who’d been betrayed.
Looking me square in the eye, he said, "It's okay. I know what you thought, and it
isokay. I love you, JT. We are going to be fine."
I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Come to bed and hold me JT. No more worries, or thoughts, just you and me.
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Nothing else matters, but you and me." His pleading tone broke my heart. He was
the one waiting to hear back from the doctors, and he was worried about me. I
needed to reassure him, and if cuddling while we slept fixed even a small portion
of his hurt, then I would hold him forever.
I pulled back, breaking his hold on me. I stepped out of my clothing and pulled
Adam to bed. I would keep him safe tonight. My skin against his, my arms around
him, and my heart loving him.
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The yacht was absolutely beautiful: the finest linens, china, and a sophisticated air.
It was the Ritz on water. "Did you notice the name of the yacht?" I asked. Adam
shook his head. "On a Lark. No wonder the ship is in such amazing shape and no
detail goes unnoticed. Mr. Medina named the yacht after his former husband Lark."
"I think it's beautiful, not only the ship, but the sentiment behind it," Adam said,
rubbing the top of my hand. We headed to the main dining area, prepared for
dinner of the elite kind. Ayoung attractive man greeted us as we sat at our table.
"G'Day gentlemen, I am Ethan and will be your waiter this evening." You could tell
by looking at him, Ethan was trouble with a capital T. The young waiter smiled
brightly as he looked between Adam and myself. His eyes lingered on Adam, a
little too long for my liking. Under all of Ethan's blond unruly hair, his
mischievous grin would have been contagious, if it wasn't trying to lure in Adam.
He obviously enjoyed his job, not only for the money, but for the man candy he got
to see all day because his smile was flirting.
"Hello Ethan. I'm Adam and this is my boyfriend, JT." My heart leapt for joy. He
called me his boyfriend. Adam's grin suggested he knew the effect the word had on
me. I tried to remain calm, while I was doing the Snoopy dance on the inside.
Ethan gave a slight nod. "Tonight we are having Moreton Bay bug with white bean
puree, capsicum coulis and rosella chutney. We are offering a red wine, Rockford's
Black Shiraz. Your meal will be out momentarily." Without another word, Ethan
was gone.
Chuckling, Adam said, "That boy is bad news."
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I nodded my head in agreement. "There are several men around here to assist with
his explorations." I gestured around the room. The ship had 10 cabins, one for each
couple. There seemed to be only one man without a partner. He was a tall man,
even while sitting. The broad shouldered loner studied the room, his eyes carefully
evaluating everything and everyone.
Ethan set our dinner plates on the table and took interest in the tall stranger across
the room. "He likes to get into ya knickers and then thump ya one," he said.
"What the hell does that mean?" asked Adam.
"He enjoys a little pain with his sex," Ethan said, eyes twinkling.
"You mean, tall, dark, and shoulders over there is into BDSM?" I said.
"Yes, isn't it exciting?" Ethan didn't wait for our reply. "He's taking an extended
vacation on the island alone. I haven't gotten his name yet, but I hope to before the
ship docks on the island. As a rule, we can’t sleep with members of the island
unless single. He's the first single man to come along in a while. The whole crew is
after him."
"That boy is trouble," Adam said again as we laughed. Our laughter was cut short,
by the sound of Adam's cell phone ringing. He looked at the screen and then
looked back at me. "The doctor." He stated before getting up to leave.
I sat at the table, barely tasting my food, and drank my glass of wine in one large
gulp. I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't imagine how Adam felt. The doctor rushed
the HIVand STD results as a personal favor to Adam. No matter what the test
results, I wouldn't let it interfere with our relationship. I didn't care if we had to be
more careful from here on out. Hell, I was just called his boyfriend for the first
time, and I wanted more with Adam.
After a few minutes of waiting for Adam to return, I couldn't sit in that chair any
longer so I made my way to the top deck of the yacht. I found Adam standing by
the rail, looking out onto the dark waters. I stepped up from behind him and pulled
his back to my chest and held him tightly until he was ready to tell me the results.
He turned in my arms and faced me. "I need to know, JT, that you still want me.
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You still want to be with me. I need to know that last night wasn't because you
thought it was what I needed. Maybe you got caught up seeing Brody like that and
you thought you felt something for me that isn't truly there. I don't know. What I do
know, is you have stepped up and gone beyond the call of friendship. What I am
telling you is, we can go back to being just JTand Adam."
"Beyond the call of friendship? What the hell Adam?" I yelled. I was feeling a
flood of different emotions. I held my hand up to Adam, to halt whatever was next
to come out of his mouth. "No, forget that. What did the doctor say? One problem
at a time."
"My results came back negative. I am fine. We are fine JT," Adam said, taking the
hand still held out in front of me.
"No, we are not fine, but I can't do this right now. I came out here to comfort my
boyfriend. Only to have him question my love. I can't listen to this," I stormed off.
Not many places to go on a yacht, but any amount of distances between Adam and
myself was for the best at the moment
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I didn't see Adam again until we left the ship. I couldn't bring myself to say
anything to him. I was hurt and afraid if I did speak, my tongue would leave scars
on both of us.
Alit path from the pier led us to Summer's Pointe. Even in the dark, I could make
out Ethan and Shoulders from the ship heading off away from the group.
The resort was encased in trees. Each balcony faced the ocean offering a stunning
view to wake up to each morning. The beauty of the yacht failed to compare to the
resort's accommodations. Gleaming hardwood floors greeted us as we entered the
foyer of the resort. The group ooh'd and ahh'd. I was left completely speechless.
Awell dressed woman stood in front of the reception desk. As we approached, she
smiled and greeted our group. "G'day all and welcome to Summer's Pointe Resort.
My name is Sue and I am here to assist you in any way I can. All of your luggage
has been taken to your rooms. Breakfast will be in the garden at eight am. There
each of you will be able to meet Xavier Medina. Please step up and get your room
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keys. Let me know if you need anything. And enjoy your stay at Summer's Pointe."
Each couple stepped up to receive their keys. Aman joined Sue behind the desk.
The silver fox was stunning. His demeanor said business man while his attire said
the opposite. Wearing a wife beater and low riding blue jeans, he resembled more
of a maintenance man. He handed Sue a letter, kissed her on her cheek and
departed without a word.
When it was our turn to retrieve our keys, Sue's face lit up as she recognized my
name. "Oh, Mr. Barrett, I've been waiting for you. It is so nice to finally have you
here," she said.
"Thank you, Ma'am. I have an interview tomorrow with Mr. Medina. Can you
please let him know that I've arrived and will be glad to meet with him anytime?" I
tried to straighten my windblown brown hair.
"I do believe everything you require is in this envelope. Havi has been buzzing
around all day with excitement to meet you. "
"Havi, Ma'am?"
"Oh, I am sorry, Xavier or Havi as the islanders call him." Sue gathered our keys
and handed them both to Adam. "Have a pleasant evening, gentlemen." She wasted
no time getting on to the next couple. The couples were all men except for one
female couple with their daughter.
Our room was everything I expected and more. Each suite had the same glorious
hardwood flooring as the lobby and a soft color palette on the walls and linens. The
living room area had a couch and love seat with a flat screen TVhung on the wall.
Off the living room was a small kitchen with a stocked bar. The bathroom offered
two sinks and, the stone-tiled shower was large enough for several people. Aking
sized canopy bed with two side tables sat in the middle of the only bedroom. The
hardwood ended at the balcony doors, where sheer drapes blew in the wind. The
same exquisite stone flooring of the shower, tiled the balcony as well. The best
feature of the balcony, besides the hot tub, had to be the fact that you couldn't see
the other guests. It was like our own private cove. How the hell did people ever
leave this place?
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Adam found me standing by the hot tub. I didn't hear him come out. To be honest, I
forgot all about being angry with him. His posture was slumped and his features
were bleak. "I'm sorry I hurt you, JT," he said quietly. "I know I was out of line."
He stood in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to take him in my arms and
enjoy this radiant night, but our relationship was currently tainted with black smut.
"You did hurt me. I'm not going to lie. I was the happiest man in the world when
you called me your boyfriend. Not even an hour later, you made my love for you
feel cheap and unreal," I spit out.
I walked off the balcony and into the kitchen. I needed a drink. I found a shot glass
and the Bourbon. I had two drinks before Adam rejoined me. "Let me explain,
please." He said, not bothering to come too close.
"I meant what I said last night, JT," he said with heat.
"Did you mean, you only wanted me when your dick was hard? I thought last night
was the best night of my life. The second you get the news that you have a clean
bill of health, you're ready to drop me for the next fuck. Well, fuck you, Adam!" I
screamed. Too angry and hurt to look at him. I walked over to the kitchen island
and placed my hands on the counter, giving my back to Adam.
I went on, my voice barely above a whisper, "I got a smile and a wink. You might
as well have just slapped me on the ass and said, 'good game'. Who does that to
someone they claim to love? It would have been easier, if you would have just said
no last night. Hell, we didn't even fuck."
"I…I thought you needed time to make sure, this is what you want," he replied,
voice careful.
"To be sure? Christ, Adam! Some guys fall in love with the girl next door. I fell in
love with the boy next door the moment you asked me to play Transformers. You
didn't have my interest at heart."
His voice, was raspy with emotion when he asked, "What do you want from me,
JT?"
Without hesitating, I said, "Want me. Love me, Adam. Give us a chance before you
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close the fucking door on me without asking what I want. You have one foot in the
door and another foot ready to bolt."
Adam slowly made his way toward me.
Taking the final steps closer, he placed his shaking hands to my face. Rubbing the
pad of this thumbs over both my cheeks, he held his face only inches from mine.
Bodies lined up, wanting, begging to be touched, we just stared at one another.
"I swear to you, JTBarrett, I was only thinking of you. Baby, I swear to always
want you, to always love you. Before last night, I had only dreamed of loving." He
closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. When he opened his jade eyes, I sucked in my
next breath as I saw passion filling them.
I let him finish before letting out the held breath.
"As long as I live, last night will always be the first day I truly felt alive and
loved."
Yanking Adam to me, I dove for his lips. The taste of mint toothpaste teased my
mouth. He held onto my face like he needed a life preserver, our tongues dancing,
my hands groping. Adam pulled way first, panting heavily. He yanked my shirt
over my head then squatted down, pulling my shorts down, and allowing me to
step out of them.
"G'Day, mate, " he said to my prick in a horrible Australian accent.
I threw my head back and laughed. That laughter turned into a moan when Adam
took all of my cock into his warm mouth. "Oh God, Adam!" His strong hands held
onto my hips, as his mouth worked up and down my cock. Working his tongue
around the head, he started to suck harder. Fighting back the urge to thrust and pull
his head closer to me at the same time was hard.
"It's okay, JT."
I opened my eyes and met Adam's gaze. My dick was at the corner of his mouth.
"It's okay if you fuck my mouth. I want you," Adam said. "I want to taste you. Just
let go, I've got you." Adam took my dick in his mouth one more time, but didn't
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move.
Fuck.How was I supposed to last with those eyes looking up at me?
Adam's dark hair laced around my fingers as I carded through the silky strands.
Not wanting to hurt him with my first thrust, I slowly pulled him toward the base
of my shaft. Those beautiful jade eyes watched my face as I picked up pace,
pumping faster and thrusting harder. Adam closed his eyes and moaned. The sound
made my knees weak. I was scared to fall. I released his hair to grab tight onto the
kitchen counter. I was afraid if I let go, I would lose control and it would all be
over too soon.
Never losing our pace, Adam's fingers dug into my hips. He cried out around my
dick as his release created a hot, sticky puddle at my feet. Knowing I'd caused
Adam to lose control sent me over the edge of desire. With a loud grunt, I shot my
seed down his waiting throat. Adam sucked hard, as he drank the pleasure from my
dick.
Panting, I pulled my prick from his mouth and slid to the floor, eye level to Adam.
Stroking his swollen lips, I kissed him. I could taste my cum lingering in his
mouth. Our tongues stroked one another softly. I pulled Adam toward me and
collapsed onto the cold floor, letting out a soft 'oomph' as we landed.
"That...was fucking amazing, Adam. I can't wait to taste you in my mouth."
His groan vibrated my chest.
"Don't make me hard so soon, I don't think my body could handle it."
I stroked his back as he lay on my chest, rubbing small circles lightly on Adam's
back. "I love you, Adam Fourier." I said.
"I love you too, JTBarrett," he murmured as he kissed my chest.
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The letter Sue had given me said I was to meet Mr. Medina at nine a.m. Adam left
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to meet Beau, the scuba instructor at the same time. He laughed at me, when I
asked him to wear a pair of longer swimwear than the budgie-smugglers we wore
in Cairns. I didn't care if he would be in a wetsuit or not, that's my budgie he was
smuggling, and I didn't want anyone getting any ideas about it.
There was something still bothering Adam, but I wasn't going to push it until he
felt ready to tell me. I didn't want to jump to conclusions again.
I went to the lobby wearing black dress pants and a blue short-sleeve dress shirt
and blue tie, and waited for Mr. Medina. Adam had to help me iron the shirt to
make sure I looked presentable. I heard someone clear their throat behind me.
Turning around, I was greeted by the maintenance man, only now he was wearing
a double breasted suit.
"Hi, John Thomas," he started, sticking his arm out to shake my hand. "You look
like your father, but with your mother's smile."
Shaking his strong hand, I couldn't help but be amazed by Mr. Medina. He had an
easy presence about him that set me naturally at ease. He carried himself with a
simple confidence, which he that was awe-inspiring.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you Mr. Medina. Please, call me, JT." I finally managed.
"Call me Havi, please. Come on back to my office and let's get started,"
His mahogany desk was littered in papers. "Please excuse the mess, I am hoping I
can transfer these papers to your desk as soon as possible," he said with a large
smile on his face.
Once we were both comfortable, he began. "JT, I am looking for someone who can
oversee the business aspects of the island. I would like to expand the resort to offer
a nightclub, restaurant, a small island clinic, and more. I would like to use only
same sex friendly businesses. I don't want any discomfort for our guests. This is a
beautiful place, and I want my guest to feel safe here."
Havi paused and looked at the picture hanging on the wall. Lark. "I fell in love
with my husband here. It brings great joy to my heart to think others could marry
here as well. I would also like to set up a wedding chapel.
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I know you would be moving your life half-way across the world. I would like to
give you some land on the island to build a house. But I want you to stay here.
Make this your home. I know Nancy and Albert will want to visit their son, I just
ask that you let me know in advance.” He paused and smiled at himself, “Listen to
me going on, please tell me what you are thinking."
"Restaurant, huh? I happen to know of a great chef, looking for a job. And I have a
lot of great ideas to make this stuff happen."
#########
My meeting with Havi lasted two hours. We were both like kids on Christmas,
excitement exploding from our pores and into the island business prospects.
When I returned to our suite, I couldn't wait to share all my ideas with Adam. I ran
from room to room, but came up empty. He wasn't back yet from his diving
adventure. Havi had shown me the island, including where he said I could build
my house. I sat down on a kitchen bar stool and started drawing up plans for the
house. If all things went well, it would be our house. Adam's and mine.
By the time I finished, I was exhausted. I left the kitchen ideas up to Adam since he
was the chef. I wanted him to have the kitchen of his dreams. I headed out to the
balcony and lay down on the brown wicker couch. Pulling the cream colored
cushion under my head, I soon fell fast asleep.
When I woke up later, I thought I was dreaming. Adam was across from me in the
hot tub. He had just come up from the water, his hair pulled back out of his face. I
could see his dazzling green eyes clearly. He didn't realize I was awake yet as he
smoothed his dark hair again, leaving his arms behind his head a second before
closing his eyes. He was so beautiful like that. I wished I had a camera to capture
the moment. He was stunning.
He kept his eyes closed as one hand trailed down his strong, firm body. That hand
snuck down his chest and into the water. From where I was sitting, I couldn't see
that hand's journey but I could imagine, and I had to have a better view.
As quietly as I could, I walked over to the hot tub. Adam was completely naked,
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stroking himself. Moaning, Adam picked up his speed.
"You are so beautiful." I whispered.
Adam's eyes flew open, but the smile on his face let me know he knew I was
watching. "You need to lose your clothing and climb in, or I'll finish without you."
"You wouldn't dare."
He pumped his cock once, twice, "Oh, I would," he threatened and started
counting.
My clothing was off before he got to five and I slid into the hot tub beside him.
Adam lined our bodies up, kissing me lightly. He rubbed our dicks together under
the water. My brain refused to function and communication was beyond me at the
moment.
"I want us to try something," he said. "I know you haven't been with a man yet, so
I don’t want to rush you into the actual fucking part until you feel ready." I could
only nod.
Standing in front of me, Adam pulled both of our dicks out of the water. The sight
of his tan cock made me thrust into his hand. He chuckled. "Easy, baby," he kissed
me again and looked me in the eye. "This isn't going to hurt me, so don't worry.
Just wait until I say before you start thrusting, okay?" My head somehow nodded
again.
Adam took my erection and lined it up in front of his. It looked like they were
kissing. He tugged his foreskin over the head of my cock, locking them together in
a lustful embrace. I fought not to thrust, but it wasn't easy. My dick was in Adam's
body, covered in his cum slicked skin, slit to slit. I had masturbated to just the
thought of being this close to him. He started to rub our combined cocks, fingers
tickling over the heads, pressure growing. He didn't have to worry about me
thrusting, I was too afraid to lose the sensation to move. I wanted this to last
forever. Adam pumped us faster, his head thrown back, mouth open, stroking us.
It didn't take long for me to reach a climax, cum spilling from inside the foreskin
that still encased the head of my dick. Adam followed shortly after, his heat feeling
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like a fire against me, making me want to come again. We leaned into one another,
panting. "Holy hell! What was that?" I finally managed.
"Cock docking," he explained. "You have no idea how amazing that makes me
feel. My foreskin is extremely sensitive so the sensations are heightened." Adam
kissed me, snaking his arms around my waist. "Only an uncut man can perform
that sexual act, in case you are wondering."
"I wasn't planning on running out and trying it on anyone else," I said, getting out
of the hot tub.
"Well, this island is going to be full of different types of gay men, JT. It is best to
be prepared."
My head whipped back to peg him with a hard stare. So that is what was bothering
him. He thought I was simply going to put him back on a plane once we had finally
told one another how we felt? Poor deluded, Adam.
"I guess you're right, Adam. There will be many men coming and going from this
island. More cumming than going, I would think." I left Adam sitting in the hot tub
fuming over that last remark. I wasn't quite ready to show him my surprise yet. I
needed to pay Havi one last trip before I could reveal my plan.
#########
Adam was all set to leave today. He would take the plane the islanders used to get
to the mainland and fly back to Arizona without me. I let him pack all of his things,
not once letting on that he wasn't leaving, if I had anything to do with it.
We carried Adam's luggage down to the lobby. Sue greeted us with an all-knowing
smile. "We are taking a quick walk around the island Sue. Can you watch his
luggage please?"
"Absolutely, JT. Have a nice walk." She looked at the bulge in my pocket.
"She could be a little more sad about me leaving," Adam said as we rounded the
corner of the resort. "I've been here for two weeks now."
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"I'm sure she is taking the news very hard, Adam. Give her a break." I laughed.
"I know someone else who could be a little more depressed about my leaving as
well, Mr. Barrett," he said.
I didn't reply to Adam's comment. Our relationship had grown over the time we
spent on the island. We explored more of our sexual relationship as well. I told
Adam last night that I was ready to go even further. Adam seemed to believe I
wanted that one last act with him before leaving. If all went well, he would never
be leaving.
We didn't speak until we came to the land Havi had given me. I stopped in front of
the bulldozer. Havi had given the men the day off. When I told him of my plans, he
nearly leapt for joy.
"What's this place going to be? It is set pretty far away from the resort for the
guests to know it's here," Adam observed. I let Adam walk ahead of me.
"Havi gave me the land to build a house on it. This is where we are going to live."
Adam slowly turned and faced me.
"You mean, when I come in to visit you, we can stay here?" Adam's face was a
cloud of confusion.
"If you think I am going to let you get on that plane and leave me alone, then
you’re a damn fool, Adam. This is where we are going to live. You and I." I took
Adam's hands and got down on one knee. The other item I had Havi set up, was a
ring, so I could ask Adam properly to marry me.
"Adam, I love you with all of my heart. Stay. I swear I will love you without
reservations. I swear to grow old with you, to respect you, laugh with you, love
you for as a long as our days on earth and longer." I pulled the blue ring box from
my pocket and opened it. Inside were two wide, platinum bands.
Adam stood, crying, looking from the rings, to my face, and back again. I couldn't
stand the silence. "I realized after the hot tub, that you thought you could just walk
out of my life. I can't have that. I need you here with me, always. I asked Havi if he
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knew where I could find two wedding bands. I knew it would take a few days to
get them. My whole life's savings is in this box. Please Adam, you are killing me
here."
Adam sank to the ground in front of me, taking my face in his hands. "Absolutely,
without a doubt, I will marry you, John Thomas Barrett." He kissed my lips softly
at first then pressed harder, deepening the kiss.
Suddenly Adam jerked back, "Oh shit," he said. “What am I going to go on this
island? I mean job- wise? We can't live off your job alone. No we could, but we
won't. I need a job or I can't stay."
"Calm down, I've already taken care of that. You have a job interview with Havi at
two o'clock. One of the businesses Havi wants to open for the resort is a restaurant.
You would have free rein in the kitchen. I even know of a certain troublesome
waiter who would like to move to the island as well."
"You have thought of everything, haven't you?" Adam asked.
"Pretty much. Whatever else that comes our way, we can figure out together."
"You aren't the only one who knew we were coming to the woods today, Mr.
Barrett." Adam teased. Pulling lube from his pocket, Adam lifted his shirt over his
head, stretching himself out of the ground. The lucky boy tattoo begged me to taste
it. "Make love to me, JT. Right here, right where our house is going to be."
"I am a very, very lucky boy indeed."
~*The End*~
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About SummerMichaels
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"To us!" Adam yelled over the roar of Saturday night's crowd at Club Amber.
"To us," I toasted back. After the clicking of our glasses, we downed our shots of
Triple J. Adam leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
Adam Fourier and I were celebrating our graduation from Arizona State. Adam
now had a degree in culinary arts, and mine was a bachelor's degree in business.
The two of us had been best friends and neighbors since the ripe old age of seven.
That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, I
realized I was in love with him. Not that, 'I love you, man,' type of love. Nope. I
was ass over teacup in love with my best friend. The 'let's get married and grow old
together' type of love.
Casual kiss my ass. I wanted to pull Adam off that bar stool and into my arms.
Which was something your straight best friend wouldn't do. I had to get out of
here. I needed to breathe. Not so easy to do with a bar this packed. This had to be
the largest crowd since opening night.
"I'm going to hit the head," I said as I straightened my blue button-up shirt over my
erection.
"JT," Adam yelled, "If you see Brody, will you let him know where I am?"
"Sure," I said. What I really wanted to say was, can't we ditch this fucker for one
night? I wasn't jealous of Brody and Adam's relationship. I just didn't know how to
tell Adam that I wanted him without risking our friendship. I would rather have
him as my friend and him still love me, than have something go wrong and Adam
hate me forever.
Club Amber was the newest gay club to open in Tempe. I had been here a few
times with Adam and Brody, so finding the restroom wasn't that hard, even with a
crowd this large.
The bathroom door shut, and the noise of lousy techno music now mixed with the
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sounds of sex. I chuckled and headed to the urinal to do my business. By the time I
went to wash my hands, someone had reached his climax and shouted.
Glancing in the mirror as the happy couple came out of the stall, I froze. The water
had become too hot, but I didn't know how to move.
Brody.
He saw me and had the same reaction. The bald, bear of a man behind him,
bumped into him and misreading the reaction between Brody and myself, let out a
bark of laughter. "Honey, he just shot his wad all over the stall door. He has a sweet
ass, but I am not sure anyone has thatkind of stamina." The bear exited the
restroom in amusement. I faintly heard the door open and close again, but I didn't
care who walked in.
I turned the water off and faced Brody. "Oh, I want his ass alright, but only to kick
it," I said.
"Let me explain, JT." Brody threw his arms wide open. His blond hair was lying
limp and stuck to his face from sweat.
"I don't need an explanation of how a dick landed in your ass. The only thing you
need to explain to me is how you could do this to Adam. How could you throw his
love out the window like that?"
I wanted to shout that I would do anything to have Adam like that, but now wasn't
the time.
"Oh, come off it, JT. With me out of the picture, you can have Adam for yourself.
You have to be thrilled to catch me like this. I see the way you look at him. We all
see it. Everyone but you two."
"I would have him with or without you in the picture, Brody. He's my best friend."
"The best friend who doesn't want you like you want him. Is that why you hated
me? Because I was fucking him, and that's something you only wish you could
do?"
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"Does everything always have to come back to you and your dick?"
"Well, I sure as hell won't be." Adam stood by the door. He must have been the one
to come in when the bear exited.
Which meant Adam heard…everything.
"Adam, baby." Brody walked toward Adam, trying to put his hands to Adam's face.
He shoved Brody away from him and toward the door, stepping further in the
bathroom.
"Were you safe?" Adam asked quietly.
My heart dropped. I never thought about Brody using protection. Never thought
how Brody could hurt Adam any other way but emotionally.
I started to run at Brody, but Adam stepped in front of me and placed his hands on
my chest. My six foot three frame towered over his five eleven, but I let Adam
hold me there. Brody made a quick exit. I felt Adam sag and lean into me. I pulled
Adam closer and he buried his face into my chest and cried.
I petted Adam's dark hair and said it would all be okay, over and over. I marveled
at the skin his tears fell over, the dark tone a gift from his Mediterranean mother.
His strong stubborn face came from his French father. The result was absolutely
breathtaking and having him in my arms only made it harder to look away.
After a while, Adam pulled back, his piercing green eyes staring up at me. "Will
you go with me to the clinic tomorrow? I don't think I can do it alone." Adam's
voice started strong but trailed off as he went on."You don't even need to ask, of
course," I said. "When we're done there, we need to start packing your stuff up, as
well."
Adam's brows knitted in confusion. "What do you mean, pack my stuff? I didn't
keep anything at Brody's."
"I'm not leaving you here to worry by yourself. Pack your bags and come with me
to Australia. Mr. Medina sent an extra plane ticket and said I could bring someone
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if I wanted. I was going to wait until later tonight to ask you. My interview won't
last long, so come and keep me company. See where I will live, if I get the job."
Adam's face went from excitement to sadness with a snap of a finger. "My night
has been bad enough. No more talk of you living halfway across the world and I’ll
go with you. Deal?"
"Deal," I said as we left the restroom.
#########
"Tie me kangaroo down, sport…tie me kangaroo down."
"I swear, Adam, if you don't stop singing that song, I will tie you down!" I said
laughing.
We arrived in Australia on January twenty-sixth, Australia Day. It was like the
largest pride rally I have ever seen. Aussie's were the most laid back sorts of people
one could ever meet. Everyone yelled 'Happy Australia Day' at us. I almost forgot
we weren't Australian. Everywhere I looked painted faces, flags draped over
shoulders, packed beaches and parks, and tons of 'barbie'.
Adam and I stayed mostly at the beach in our budgie-smugglers swim gear. Those
swim trunks left little to the imagination. No wonder the beach was so packed.
The food was out of this world. We ate lamb on the barbie, sausages, shrimp, and
kangaroo burgers. The beer was simply addicting. We sampled different brands
until we staggered to our hotel. I made a mental note to purchase some XXXX
before leaving.
After a shower to wash off the sand and grit, Adam wrapped a towel around his
hips and exited the bathroom. I watched Adam's amazing body as he sauntered
toward the bed. The letters L,U, and Yof his 'Lucky Boy' tattoo were peeking out
over the towel. I wanted to lick, suck, and nibble my way around that tattoo. I
needed to look elsewhere before I made a fool of myself.
My gaze traveled higher up Adam's body and the sight of his dark nipples made my
mouth water. This was worse than Chinese water torture. I stared at the floor for
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fear I would embarrass myself. After what Brody did to Adam, I decided I wouldn't
tell him how I felt about him. Not yet…but holding it in, was killing me.
Especially when Adam was half-naked.
"What are you doing, JT? You look sad. Whatever it is you're worried about, stop
it. This place is too beautiful for ugly thoughts. Trust me."
Easy for Adam to say. I'm sure he knew I was worried about the job interview, but I
was working up the nerve to tell him I wanted him so badly, wanted to feel his lips
against mine and hear him moan my name. He had been out of the closet since
high school. I've watched the parade of boys and men come and go, all not good
enough for him. I was terrified he would realize I wouldn't be good enough for him
as well, if I told him how I felt.
It wasn't until Adam touched my cheek that I realized he had moved. He was
crouched down in front of me with worry etched in his features as his, soft thumbs
caressed my face. "Hey, I lost you there for a while. Are you sure you're okay?"
Just tell him already!I screamed at myself.
"Adam, there's something I want to tell you," I said. My voice cracked and was
barely audible, even to my own ears. The pounding of my heart drowned out all
other sounds. Stilling Adam's hands on my face by covering them with mine, I held
Adam's gaze.
The tears burning my eyes begged to be set free. His hands gave my face a gentle
squeeze. "Dammit, JT, just tell me. You're scaring the piss out of me."
Holding his gaze with mine, I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. At first, the kiss
was one sided, but Adam opened up for me, deepening our kiss. He pulled my face
closer to him as his tongue explored my mouth. I wasn't expecting this reaction,
but it was all the encouragement I needed to melt into his hold and pull Adam
closer to my body. We casually lowered to a lying position on the bed, our lips
never losing contact.
My hands roamed Adam's beautiful body. I felt like an octopus, I needed the extra
arms to touch all the places I longed for. I settled for his strong back. Slowly and
lightly my hands traveled up and down his satiny skin. Adam arched his back and
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gradually pulled away. Opening my eyes, I met his gaze as he stared down at me
with a huge smile on his face.
Adam leaned forward and moved toward my face. I thought he was coming in for
another kiss, but instead whispered in my ear, "Finally." I pulled his body to rest on
mine, and held him there.
"I was worried you would push me away," I whispered, not trusting my voice at the
moment.
As he pulled away from me, Adam looked like he was considering is words
carefully. "I would never push you away JT, as long as this," he said, gesturing
towards our chests, "is what you truly want. I don't want to be an experiment. It
would hurt too damn much, but I've wanted you to kiss me and more than kiss me
for years."
Adam's eyes were all over the room now, trying desperately not to look me in the
face. He looked like a kid avoiding the teacher’s gaze when she is looking for
someone to answer a question. He had the 'don't notice me please' thing going on. I
cupped his face and held him there until he finally looked me in the eye.
"Don't hide from me, Adam Fourier. If we're going to talk about this, we are going
to do it like adults. No more running, no more hiding. From either of us." The pads
of my fingers gently stroked his face.
The corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. "Fine, no more hiding. So tell me,
when did you realize there was something more between us?"
Damn.
Moving to my side, Adam propped his head in his hand and left one leg draped
over me. "Smug bastard," I joked as I leaned over to kiss him. "You know the man
I’m interviewing with tomorrow? Well, he bought the island after he lost his
spouse. He wanted to own the place where they met. When I heard about that, it
made me think. I knew there was more to us when I realized I would save every
penny I had just to keep you close to me, even if it was just a memory." I could feel
my cheeks redden as I gazed at Adam's jade green eyes. I knew this was right
between us, for us.
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"This resort where you are interviewing…Is it for couples?”
"Not just couples. Same sex couples and families. It's a place where people can
come and have a vacation and not have to worry about expressing how they feel.
Mr. Medina wants to expand the resort. When Mom told him about my degree and
the way I help run my father's business, he asked me to come over for an
interview."
Taking everything in, Adam moved to straddle my hips. He tossed the towel he'd
worn to the floor, leaving every inch of him open to my view. He was absolutely
the most beautiful person I'd ever laid eyes on. He placed his hands on my sides
and leaned forward, rubbing the two of us together. The friction he created caused
to me harden. He moaned softly in my ear.
"Brody was wrong. I knew, JTBarrett, that I loved you when I compared every
man to you. There has never been anyone else in here," Adam tapped his heart,
"the way that you have. I prayed for the day that you would pick me, and love me,
the way that I love you." Adam captured my lips with such greed my tongue fought
him for a taste of his sweet mouth. I pushed my hips up, pressing my length to his,
begging for his touch. This moment was everything I ever wanted, which was
simply, Adam.
I used my strength to overpower Adam onto his back. I was dying to taste his
caramel colored skin, to feel him under me, to pleasure him the way he pleasured
me, just by looking at me.
"I want to touch you Adam. I want all of you, but I have never done this before.
With another guy I mean. I just don't want it to be bad for you," I confessed.
"Just do what feels right to you JT. No pressure. Just you and me, nothing else
matters."
I started at Adam's neck, licking and sucking every inch of him. He smelled like
soap and the light musky scent that was him alone. Licking my way down his
chest, I circled Adam's nipple with my tongue, then sucked it hard, teasing another
moan out of him. I then slid my attention over to the other wanting nipple, adding a
bit of teeth to nip at the sensitive flesh. He grabbed the bed sheet and said, "God,
JT! You'll will make me cum like that."
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"We can't have that now! There is so much for me to explore," I chuckled, moving
lower down Adam's writhing body. When I got to the Lucky Boy tattoo, I traced
each letter with my tongue then blew on the slippery skin. Goose bumps covered
his flesh and he gave a slight shiver. "I am a lucky boy indeed," I said caressing his
thigh.
I sat back and examined Adam's puckered-tip cock. His French father had refused
to have his son cut, so I was in foreskin heaven. The heavy covering pulled back
enough to allow his pre-cum to drizzle down his shaft. I slipped my finger under
the foreskin and around the head, as far as the skin would allow. Adam moaned and
bucked his hips higher, "Yes! More JT, please," I leaned down to sample the taste
of Adam, when he jumped off the bed, ripping himself away from me and yelled,
"Brody!"
Talk about your mood killer.
Adam stood beside our bed, holding his hands out with a look of horror on his
face. I couldn't say anything. While my lips were on him, he was thinking of that
asshole? Sensing my confusion, Adam quickly got to the point.
"The clinic hasn't called yet with my results. I couldn't stand the thought of you
getting hurt like that, JT." He caught his breath before beginning again. "As much
as I want you to continue, I would rather we wait until we know. Please
understand," he begged.
Feeling like a jerk, I hung my head in shame. He was thinking of me, and I jumped
to the wrong conclusion.
"I'm sorry, Adam. I thought…. I thought…" When I couldn't go on, I looked up at
Adam. He tackle hugged me, pinning my arms to my side as he held me there,
cuddling me like I was the one who’d been betrayed.
Looking me square in the eye, he said, "It's okay. I know what you thought, and it
isokay. I love you, JT. We are going to be fine."
I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Come to bed and hold me JT. No more worries, or thoughts, just you and me.
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Nothing else matters, but you and me." His pleading tone broke my heart. He was
the one waiting to hear back from the doctors, and he was worried about me. I
needed to reassure him, and if cuddling while we slept fixed even a small portion
of his hurt, then I would hold him forever.
I pulled back, breaking his hold on me. I stepped out of my clothing and pulled
Adam to bed. I would keep him safe tonight. My skin against his, my arms around
him, and my heart loving him.
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The yacht was absolutely beautiful: the finest linens, china, and a sophisticated air.
It was the Ritz on water. "Did you notice the name of the yacht?" I asked. Adam
shook his head. "On a Lark. No wonder the ship is in such amazing shape and no
detail goes unnoticed. Mr. Medina named the yacht after his former husband Lark."
"I think it's beautiful, not only the ship, but the sentiment behind it," Adam said,
rubbing the top of my hand. We headed to the main dining area, prepared for
dinner of the elite kind. Ayoung attractive man greeted us as we sat at our table.
"G'Day gentlemen, I am Ethan and will be your waiter this evening." You could tell
by looking at him, Ethan was trouble with a capital T. The young waiter smiled
brightly as he looked between Adam and myself. His eyes lingered on Adam, a
little too long for my liking. Under all of Ethan's blond unruly hair, his
mischievous grin would have been contagious, if it wasn't trying to lure in Adam.
He obviously enjoyed his job, not only for the money, but for the man candy he got
to see all day because his smile was flirting.
"Hello Ethan. I'm Adam and this is my boyfriend, JT." My heart leapt for joy. He
called me his boyfriend. Adam's grin suggested he knew the effect the word had on
me. I tried to remain calm, while I was doing the Snoopy dance on the inside.
Ethan gave a slight nod. "Tonight we are having Moreton Bay bug with white bean
puree, capsicum coulis and rosella chutney. We are offering a red wine, Rockford's
Black Shiraz. Your meal will be out momentarily." Without another word, Ethan
was gone.
Chuckling, Adam said, "That boy is bad news."
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I nodded my head in agreement. "There are several men around here to assist with
his explorations." I gestured around the room. The ship had 10 cabins, one for each
couple. There seemed to be only one man without a partner. He was a tall man,
even while sitting. The broad shouldered loner studied the room, his eyes carefully
evaluating everything and everyone.
Ethan set our dinner plates on the table and took interest in the tall stranger across
the room. "He likes to get into ya knickers and then thump ya one," he said.
"What the hell does that mean?" asked Adam.
"He enjoys a little pain with his sex," Ethan said, eyes twinkling.
"You mean, tall, dark, and shoulders over there is into BDSM?" I said.
"Yes, isn't it exciting?" Ethan didn't wait for our reply. "He's taking an extended
vacation on the island alone. I haven't gotten his name yet, but I hope to before the
ship docks on the island. As a rule, we can’t sleep with members of the island
unless single. He's the first single man to come along in a while. The whole crew is
after him."
"That boy is trouble," Adam said again as we laughed. Our laughter was cut short,
by the sound of Adam's cell phone ringing. He looked at the screen and then
looked back at me. "The doctor." He stated before getting up to leave.
I sat at the table, barely tasting my food, and drank my glass of wine in one large
gulp. I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't imagine how Adam felt. The doctor rushed
the HIVand STD results as a personal favor to Adam. No matter what the test
results, I wouldn't let it interfere with our relationship. I didn't care if we had to be
more careful from here on out. Hell, I was just called his boyfriend for the first
time, and I wanted more with Adam.
After a few minutes of waiting for Adam to return, I couldn't sit in that chair any
longer so I made my way to the top deck of the yacht. I found Adam standing by
the rail, looking out onto the dark waters. I stepped up from behind him and pulled
his back to my chest and held him tightly until he was ready to tell me the results.
He turned in my arms and faced me. "I need to know, JT, that you still want me.
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You still want to be with me. I need to know that last night wasn't because you
thought it was what I needed. Maybe you got caught up seeing Brody like that and
you thought you felt something for me that isn't truly there. I don't know. What I do
know, is you have stepped up and gone beyond the call of friendship. What I am
telling you is, we can go back to being just JTand Adam."
"Beyond the call of friendship? What the hell Adam?" I yelled. I was feeling a
flood of different emotions. I held my hand up to Adam, to halt whatever was next
to come out of his mouth. "No, forget that. What did the doctor say? One problem
at a time."
"My results came back negative. I am fine. We are fine JT," Adam said, taking the
hand still held out in front of me.
"No, we are not fine, but I can't do this right now. I came out here to comfort my
boyfriend. Only to have him question my love. I can't listen to this," I stormed off.
Not many places to go on a yacht, but any amount of distances between Adam and
myself was for the best at the moment
#########
I didn't see Adam again until we left the ship. I couldn't bring myself to say
anything to him. I was hurt and afraid if I did speak, my tongue would leave scars
on both of us.
Alit path from the pier led us to Summer's Pointe. Even in the dark, I could make
out Ethan and Shoulders from the ship heading off away from the group.
The resort was encased in trees. Each balcony faced the ocean offering a stunning
view to wake up to each morning. The beauty of the yacht failed to compare to the
resort's accommodations. Gleaming hardwood floors greeted us as we entered the
foyer of the resort. The group ooh'd and ahh'd. I was left completely speechless.
Awell dressed woman stood in front of the reception desk. As we approached, she
smiled and greeted our group. "G'day all and welcome to Summer's Pointe Resort.
My name is Sue and I am here to assist you in any way I can. All of your luggage
has been taken to your rooms. Breakfast will be in the garden at eight am. There
each of you will be able to meet Xavier Medina. Please step up and get your room
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keys. Let me know if you need anything. And enjoy your stay at Summer's Pointe."
Each couple stepped up to receive their keys. Aman joined Sue behind the desk.
The silver fox was stunning. His demeanor said business man while his attire said
the opposite. Wearing a wife beater and low riding blue jeans, he resembled more
of a maintenance man. He handed Sue a letter, kissed her on her cheek and
departed without a word.
When it was our turn to retrieve our keys, Sue's face lit up as she recognized my
name. "Oh, Mr. Barrett, I've been waiting for you. It is so nice to finally have you
here," she said.
"Thank you, Ma'am. I have an interview tomorrow with Mr. Medina. Can you
please let him know that I've arrived and will be glad to meet with him anytime?" I
tried to straighten my windblown brown hair.
"I do believe everything you require is in this envelope. Havi has been buzzing
around all day with excitement to meet you. "
"Havi, Ma'am?"
"Oh, I am sorry, Xavier or Havi as the islanders call him." Sue gathered our keys
and handed them both to Adam. "Have a pleasant evening, gentlemen." She wasted
no time getting on to the next couple. The couples were all men except for one
female couple with their daughter.
Our room was everything I expected and more. Each suite had the same glorious
hardwood flooring as the lobby and a soft color palette on the walls and linens. The
living room area had a couch and love seat with a flat screen TVhung on the wall.
Off the living room was a small kitchen with a stocked bar. The bathroom offered
two sinks and, the stone-tiled shower was large enough for several people. Aking
sized canopy bed with two side tables sat in the middle of the only bedroom. The
hardwood ended at the balcony doors, where sheer drapes blew in the wind. The
same exquisite stone flooring of the shower, tiled the balcony as well. The best
feature of the balcony, besides the hot tub, had to be the fact that you couldn't see
the other guests. It was like our own private cove. How the hell did people ever
leave this place?
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Adam found me standing by the hot tub. I didn't hear him come out. To be honest, I
forgot all about being angry with him. His posture was slumped and his features
were bleak. "I'm sorry I hurt you, JT," he said quietly. "I know I was out of line."
He stood in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to take him in my arms and
enjoy this radiant night, but our relationship was currently tainted with black smut.
"You did hurt me. I'm not going to lie. I was the happiest man in the world when
you called me your boyfriend. Not even an hour later, you made my love for you
feel cheap and unreal," I spit out.
I walked off the balcony and into the kitchen. I needed a drink. I found a shot glass
and the Bourbon. I had two drinks before Adam rejoined me. "Let me explain,
please." He said, not bothering to come too close.
"I meant what I said last night, JT," he said with heat.
"Did you mean, you only wanted me when your dick was hard? I thought last night
was the best night of my life. The second you get the news that you have a clean
bill of health, you're ready to drop me for the next fuck. Well, fuck you, Adam!" I
screamed. Too angry and hurt to look at him. I walked over to the kitchen island
and placed my hands on the counter, giving my back to Adam.
I went on, my voice barely above a whisper, "I got a smile and a wink. You might
as well have just slapped me on the ass and said, 'good game'. Who does that to
someone they claim to love? It would have been easier, if you would have just said
no last night. Hell, we didn't even fuck."
"I…I thought you needed time to make sure, this is what you want," he replied,
voice careful.
"To be sure? Christ, Adam! Some guys fall in love with the girl next door. I fell in
love with the boy next door the moment you asked me to play Transformers. You
didn't have my interest at heart."
His voice, was raspy with emotion when he asked, "What do you want from me,
JT?"
Without hesitating, I said, "Want me. Love me, Adam. Give us a chance before you
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close the fucking door on me without asking what I want. You have one foot in the
door and another foot ready to bolt."
Adam slowly made his way toward me.
Taking the final steps closer, he placed his shaking hands to my face. Rubbing the
pad of this thumbs over both my cheeks, he held his face only inches from mine.
Bodies lined up, wanting, begging to be touched, we just stared at one another.
"I swear to you, JTBarrett, I was only thinking of you. Baby, I swear to always
want you, to always love you. Before last night, I had only dreamed of loving." He
closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. When he opened his jade eyes, I sucked in my
next breath as I saw passion filling them.
I let him finish before letting out the held breath.
"As long as I live, last night will always be the first day I truly felt alive and
loved."
Yanking Adam to me, I dove for his lips. The taste of mint toothpaste teased my
mouth. He held onto my face like he needed a life preserver, our tongues dancing,
my hands groping. Adam pulled way first, panting heavily. He yanked my shirt
over my head then squatted down, pulling my shorts down, and allowing me to
step out of them.
"G'Day, mate, " he said to my prick in a horrible Australian accent.
I threw my head back and laughed. That laughter turned into a moan when Adam
took all of my cock into his warm mouth. "Oh God, Adam!" His strong hands held
onto my hips, as his mouth worked up and down my cock. Working his tongue
around the head, he started to suck harder. Fighting back the urge to thrust and pull
his head closer to me at the same time was hard.
"It's okay, JT."
I opened my eyes and met Adam's gaze. My dick was at the corner of his mouth.
"It's okay if you fuck my mouth. I want you," Adam said. "I want to taste you. Just
let go, I've got you." Adam took my dick in his mouth one more time, but didn't
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move.
Fuck.How was I supposed to last with those eyes looking up at me?
Adam's dark hair laced around my fingers as I carded through the silky strands.
Not wanting to hurt him with my first thrust, I slowly pulled him toward the base
of my shaft. Those beautiful jade eyes watched my face as I picked up pace,
pumping faster and thrusting harder. Adam closed his eyes and moaned. The sound
made my knees weak. I was scared to fall. I released his hair to grab tight onto the
kitchen counter. I was afraid if I let go, I would lose control and it would all be
over too soon.
Never losing our pace, Adam's fingers dug into my hips. He cried out around my
dick as his release created a hot, sticky puddle at my feet. Knowing I'd caused
Adam to lose control sent me over the edge of desire. With a loud grunt, I shot my
seed down his waiting throat. Adam sucked hard, as he drank the pleasure from my
dick.
Panting, I pulled my prick from his mouth and slid to the floor, eye level to Adam.
Stroking his swollen lips, I kissed him. I could taste my cum lingering in his
mouth. Our tongues stroked one another softly. I pulled Adam toward me and
collapsed onto the cold floor, letting out a soft 'oomph' as we landed.
"That...was fucking amazing, Adam. I can't wait to taste you in my mouth."
His groan vibrated my chest.
"Don't make me hard so soon, I don't think my body could handle it."
I stroked his back as he lay on my chest, rubbing small circles lightly on Adam's
back. "I love you, Adam Fourier." I said.
"I love you too, JTBarrett," he murmured as he kissed my chest.
#########
The letter Sue had given me said I was to meet Mr. Medina at nine a.m. Adam left
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to meet Beau, the scuba instructor at the same time. He laughed at me, when I
asked him to wear a pair of longer swimwear than the budgie-smugglers we wore
in Cairns. I didn't care if he would be in a wetsuit or not, that's my budgie he was
smuggling, and I didn't want anyone getting any ideas about it.
There was something still bothering Adam, but I wasn't going to push it until he
felt ready to tell me. I didn't want to jump to conclusions again.
I went to the lobby wearing black dress pants and a blue short-sleeve dress shirt
and blue tie, and waited for Mr. Medina. Adam had to help me iron the shirt to
make sure I looked presentable. I heard someone clear their throat behind me.
Turning around, I was greeted by the maintenance man, only now he was wearing
a double breasted suit.
"Hi, John Thomas," he started, sticking his arm out to shake my hand. "You look
like your father, but with your mother's smile."
Shaking his strong hand, I couldn't help but be amazed by Mr. Medina. He had an
easy presence about him that set me naturally at ease. He carried himself with a
simple confidence, which he that was awe-inspiring.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you Mr. Medina. Please, call me, JT." I finally managed.
"Call me Havi, please. Come on back to my office and let's get started,"
His mahogany desk was littered in papers. "Please excuse the mess, I am hoping I
can transfer these papers to your desk as soon as possible," he said with a large
smile on his face.
Once we were both comfortable, he began. "JT, I am looking for someone who can
oversee the business aspects of the island. I would like to expand the resort to offer
a nightclub, restaurant, a small island clinic, and more. I would like to use only
same sex friendly businesses. I don't want any discomfort for our guests. This is a
beautiful place, and I want my guest to feel safe here."
Havi paused and looked at the picture hanging on the wall. Lark. "I fell in love
with my husband here. It brings great joy to my heart to think others could marry
here as well. I would also like to set up a wedding chapel.
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I know you would be moving your life half-way across the world. I would like to
give you some land on the island to build a house. But I want you to stay here.
Make this your home. I know Nancy and Albert will want to visit their son, I just
ask that you let me know in advance.” He paused and smiled at himself, “Listen to
me going on, please tell me what you are thinking."
"Restaurant, huh? I happen to know of a great chef, looking for a job. And I have a
lot of great ideas to make this stuff happen."
#########
My meeting with Havi lasted two hours. We were both like kids on Christmas,
excitement exploding from our pores and into the island business prospects.
When I returned to our suite, I couldn't wait to share all my ideas with Adam. I ran
from room to room, but came up empty. He wasn't back yet from his diving
adventure. Havi had shown me the island, including where he said I could build
my house. I sat down on a kitchen bar stool and started drawing up plans for the
house. If all things went well, it would be our house. Adam's and mine.
By the time I finished, I was exhausted. I left the kitchen ideas up to Adam since he
was the chef. I wanted him to have the kitchen of his dreams. I headed out to the
balcony and lay down on the brown wicker couch. Pulling the cream colored
cushion under my head, I soon fell fast asleep.
When I woke up later, I thought I was dreaming. Adam was across from me in the
hot tub. He had just come up from the water, his hair pulled back out of his face. I
could see his dazzling green eyes clearly. He didn't realize I was awake yet as he
smoothed his dark hair again, leaving his arms behind his head a second before
closing his eyes. He was so beautiful like that. I wished I had a camera to capture
the moment. He was stunning.
He kept his eyes closed as one hand trailed down his strong, firm body. That hand
snuck down his chest and into the water. From where I was sitting, I couldn't see
that hand's journey but I could imagine, and I had to have a better view.
As quietly as I could, I walked over to the hot tub. Adam was completely naked,
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stroking himself. Moaning, Adam picked up his speed.
"You are so beautiful." I whispered.
Adam's eyes flew open, but the smile on his face let me know he knew I was
watching. "You need to lose your clothing and climb in, or I'll finish without you."
"You wouldn't dare."
He pumped his cock once, twice, "Oh, I would," he threatened and started
counting.
My clothing was off before he got to five and I slid into the hot tub beside him.
Adam lined our bodies up, kissing me lightly. He rubbed our dicks together under
the water. My brain refused to function and communication was beyond me at the
moment.
"I want us to try something," he said. "I know you haven't been with a man yet, so
I don’t want to rush you into the actual fucking part until you feel ready." I could
only nod.
Standing in front of me, Adam pulled both of our dicks out of the water. The sight
of his tan cock made me thrust into his hand. He chuckled. "Easy, baby," he kissed
me again and looked me in the eye. "This isn't going to hurt me, so don't worry.
Just wait until I say before you start thrusting, okay?" My head somehow nodded
again.
Adam took my erection and lined it up in front of his. It looked like they were
kissing. He tugged his foreskin over the head of my cock, locking them together in
a lustful embrace. I fought not to thrust, but it wasn't easy. My dick was in Adam's
body, covered in his cum slicked skin, slit to slit. I had masturbated to just the
thought of being this close to him. He started to rub our combined cocks, fingers
tickling over the heads, pressure growing. He didn't have to worry about me
thrusting, I was too afraid to lose the sensation to move. I wanted this to last
forever. Adam pumped us faster, his head thrown back, mouth open, stroking us.
It didn't take long for me to reach a climax, cum spilling from inside the foreskin
that still encased the head of my dick. Adam followed shortly after, his heat feeling
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like a fire against me, making me want to come again. We leaned into one another,
panting. "Holy hell! What was that?" I finally managed.
"Cock docking," he explained. "You have no idea how amazing that makes me
feel. My foreskin is extremely sensitive so the sensations are heightened." Adam
kissed me, snaking his arms around my waist. "Only an uncut man can perform
that sexual act, in case you are wondering."
"I wasn't planning on running out and trying it on anyone else," I said, getting out
of the hot tub.
"Well, this island is going to be full of different types of gay men, JT. It is best to
be prepared."
My head whipped back to peg him with a hard stare. So that is what was bothering
him. He thought I was simply going to put him back on a plane once we had finally
told one another how we felt? Poor deluded, Adam.
"I guess you're right, Adam. There will be many men coming and going from this
island. More cumming than going, I would think." I left Adam sitting in the hot tub
fuming over that last remark. I wasn't quite ready to show him my surprise yet. I
needed to pay Havi one last trip before I could reveal my plan.
#########
Adam was all set to leave today. He would take the plane the islanders used to get
to the mainland and fly back to Arizona without me. I let him pack all of his things,
not once letting on that he wasn't leaving, if I had anything to do with it.
We carried Adam's luggage down to the lobby. Sue greeted us with an all-knowing
smile. "We are taking a quick walk around the island Sue. Can you watch his
luggage please?"
"Absolutely, JT. Have a nice walk." She looked at the bulge in my pocket.
"She could be a little more sad about me leaving," Adam said as we rounded the
corner of the resort. "I've been here for two weeks now."
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"I'm sure she is taking the news very hard, Adam. Give her a break." I laughed.
"I know someone else who could be a little more depressed about my leaving as
well, Mr. Barrett," he said.
I didn't reply to Adam's comment. Our relationship had grown over the time we
spent on the island. We explored more of our sexual relationship as well. I told
Adam last night that I was ready to go even further. Adam seemed to believe I
wanted that one last act with him before leaving. If all went well, he would never
be leaving.
We didn't speak until we came to the land Havi had given me. I stopped in front of
the bulldozer. Havi had given the men the day off. When I told him of my plans, he
nearly leapt for joy.
"What's this place going to be? It is set pretty far away from the resort for the
guests to know it's here," Adam observed. I let Adam walk ahead of me.
"Havi gave me the land to build a house on it. This is where we are going to live."
Adam slowly turned and faced me.
"You mean, when I come in to visit you, we can stay here?" Adam's face was a
cloud of confusion.
"If you think I am going to let you get on that plane and leave me alone, then
you’re a damn fool, Adam. This is where we are going to live. You and I." I took
Adam's hands and got down on one knee. The other item I had Havi set up, was a
ring, so I could ask Adam properly to marry me.
"Adam, I love you with all of my heart. Stay. I swear I will love you without
reservations. I swear to grow old with you, to respect you, laugh with you, love
you for as a long as our days on earth and longer." I pulled the blue ring box from
my pocket and opened it. Inside were two wide, platinum bands.
Adam stood, crying, looking from the rings, to my face, and back again. I couldn't
stand the silence. "I realized after the hot tub, that you thought you could just walk
out of my life. I can't have that. I need you here with me, always. I asked Havi if he
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knew where I could find two wedding bands. I knew it would take a few days to
get them. My whole life's savings is in this box. Please Adam, you are killing me
here."
Adam sank to the ground in front of me, taking my face in his hands. "Absolutely,
without a doubt, I will marry you, John Thomas Barrett." He kissed my lips softly
at first then pressed harder, deepening the kiss.
Suddenly Adam jerked back, "Oh shit," he said. “What am I going to go on this
island? I mean job- wise? We can't live off your job alone. No we could, but we
won't. I need a job or I can't stay."
"Calm down, I've already taken care of that. You have a job interview with Havi at
two o'clock. One of the businesses Havi wants to open for the resort is a restaurant.
You would have free rein in the kitchen. I even know of a certain troublesome
waiter who would like to move to the island as well."
"You have thought of everything, haven't you?" Adam asked.
"Pretty much. Whatever else that comes our way, we can figure out together."
"You aren't the only one who knew we were coming to the woods today, Mr.
Barrett." Adam teased. Pulling lube from his pocket, Adam lifted his shirt over his
head, stretching himself out of the ground. The lucky boy tattoo begged me to taste
it. "Make love to me, JT. Right here, right where our house is going to be."
"I am a very, very lucky boy indeed."
~*The End*~
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About SummerMichaels
Summer Michaels wrote her first story in the second grade, about a car-stealing
potato. Thankfully, men in love with other men keep her muse busy and satisfied
now. With a belief that love should be shared no matter what the form, Summer
enjoys telling stories of rowdy cowboys, reunited lovers, and steamy shifters.
When Summer is not reading and writing, she enjoys camping, hiking, water
rafting, and giving the old woman in a shoe a run for her money.
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