"How the hell do you even sail this thing?" asked Nolan, standing right in front of the wheel of the Amanda in his checkered polo shirt, white blazer, and bright orange cargo shorts. It was a miracle he did not add an additional layer of clothing that morning. The ocean breeze blew through his golden locks occasionally spraying salt water into his blue eyes.
"It's not that hard Nolan, steer the wheel like you would drive a car. Just hold on to it tighter like your life depended on it, or rather my life," said Jack, mumbling the last part. He couldn't help but wonder how he got in this mess: Nolan Ross trying to unsuccessfully steer his boat in the middle of the Atlantic, unable to see the pretentious multimillionaire beach houses of the Hamptons, with what appeared to be a storm fast approaching. He grabbed his blue sweater as he headed over to Nolan, turning past the mast of the Amanda.
"You forget I've given up driving," said Nolan, unable to master the boat.
"How the hell do you get around then?" asked Jack, trying to take over the steer.
"Chauffeur," said Nolan.
"For a person who hates the rich, you don't really differentiate do you?" asked Jack, obviously hitting a soft spot on Nolan, who grew quieter.
"It's the lifestyle that comes with living here," said Nolan, as he moved back. In order to change the subject to a lighter mood, Jack began teasing Nolan again.
"Why did I promise to teach you how to sail?"
"That's what friends are for," said Nolan with one of his cheeky smiles. There goes that word again, 'friend'. Jack was only trying to be nice. Nolan was not as annoying as he appeared, and well he was only irritating to the intensely rich so Jack could not despise him for that. Nolan did need some friends and he was quite endearing once you got past the billionaire facade.
"We've got to turn back anyway," said Jack, trying to grab onto the steer himself.
"Oh come on, we've only been out here twenty minutes or so!" whined Nolan, his face forming a pout.
"Well you can't control the weather," said Jack.
"You bet I'm trying," said Nolan folding his arms defiantly against the sea.
"Money can't control weather."
"Unfortunately. Hey, can I steer back to shore?" asked Nolan.
"You want to get caught out in the ocean during the storm?"
"You can show me how to steer back. I'm not asking to commandeer your ship by myself," said Nolan. Jack really did not want to give up the rein, but his generosity always got the best of him.
"Alright, just for a little bit," said Jack, slowly moving away from the wheel, allowing Nolan to move forward in a tiny crevice of space. "Here, place your hands on these spokes," said Jack, placing Nolan's long, delicate fingers onto the oaken wood of the wheel.
"That's what I was doing," whined Nolan.
"You've got to do it with force, Nolan," said Jack, moving behind him, and pressing into Nolan's back, Jack's fingers gently pushing down on Nolan's knuckles to get his grip tighter.
"Whoa there, Jack, you're getting really into this," said Nolan jokingly, feeling Jack's nose bump ever so slightly into the nape of his shoulder and neck.
"Well that's how strong your grip needs to be," said Jack, loosening back a little.
Nolan held onto the wheel tighter and managed to steer the boat.
"Look, I'm doing it Jack, I'm sailing," said Nolan cheerfully. A gargantuan smile etching across his lips. "Look ma, no hands," shouted Nolan in a fit of laughter, as Jack worriedly jumped behind him.
"Don't ever joke like that Nolan," said Jack, grabbing onto the steer, trapping nolan in between his body and that of the hard wood of the Amanda.
"Loosen up Jack, I was only joking," said Nolan, becoming acutely aware of how close he was getting to Jack. He could feel the tightness of Jack's stomach and the pressure of his brawny arms against his own body.
"We don't joke around like that Nolan. Shit could happen and you could get hurt and I will be held responsible," said Jack.
At this point, Nolan was face to face with Jack pressing against him in fear that Jack would crush him to shreds.
"Look Jack, I'm really sorry. I was only playing around."
"Sorry doesn't cut it when safety's concerned," said Jack staring directly into Nolan's blue eyes, his heavy breath falling onto Nolan's chin.
A loud ring cried out into the sharp air followed by a vibration in his pants. Nolan begged his lower anatomy to control itself against the pressure of Jack's thighs, however he seemed to be failing at communicating with that part of his body and attaining any sense of discretion. Luckily, his phone was ringing and neither party involved heard it for a while.
"Excuse me," said Nolan, gathering up the courage to escape the humiliating situation, gently pushing Jack aside to reach into his left pocket and turn around. The bulge that was growing was becoming eerily apparent without the guise and guard of his trusty cell phone.
He glanced at the caller identification on the shiny small screen which blazingly read: Tyler. He answered.
"Tyler, what do you want?" asked Nolan impatiently.
"You didn't wire the twenty million into my accounts, as you promised," said Tyler in his overly cool and thought out voice.
"Sorry, must have slipped my mind," said Nolan, trying to hide the mountain in his pants by crossing his legs, irritated that the last person he wanted to hear from right now was bothering him on the opposite end.
"Say what, you want to meet up in, I don't know, half an hour," said Tyler, his voice getting huskily deeper as it did when he was sexually aroused.
"What else do you have in mind?" teased Nolan, his brain pausing to function due to its submission to his conspiring lower abdomen.
"I think we both know it's quite inappropriate to say over the phone," said Tyler with a click. The prick shut off his phone. Nolan stared at his advanced piece of technology. That damn hustler knew how to tease and Nolan needed to be pleased. Immediately.
"Jack, how long back to shore?"
"Fifteen minutes tops," said Jack, slightly flustered himself.
It appeared Nolan was not the only one who was left a bit disheveled from their close contact.
"Why the rush?" asked Jack.
"A business transaction I need to complete," said Nolan, trying to face the breeze that was quickly picking up pace.