Douglas let the warm water cascade down his body. He reached for the shampoo. As he worked it into his hair he replayed the conversation he had just had with Martin. Martin liked. Martin fancied him. Martin wanked to the thought of him. Douglas shuddered even though the water in the shower was perfectly warm. He also knew that Martin didn't think it was possible for Douglas to return his feelings. Douglas violently rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. He was annoyed with himself. He didn't understand why he was suddenly feeling all these feelings suddenly. Douglas mentally berated himself for losing control earlier. First he lost the word game (because Martin's voice saying sexual things distracted me) and then he had been blushing like a school girl. Douglas' mind wandered to what he'd seen earlier. Martin sitting in his seat, half hard, his own trousers growing tighter.
Douglas felt his cock gave a little twitch. He thought of Martin's lips. How kissable they looked. He visualized Martin's neck. Oh how Douglas wanted to caress it. To kiss it. To mark it. Douglas felt his hand move downward to cup his growing erection. Douglas laughed to himself. Martin was in the next room, probably freaking out about what he'd told Douglas and worrying that Douglas wouldn't want him, and here he was getting aroused by the thought of Martin. He began to stroke himself slowly; easing his erection to its full size. He ran his thumb slowly over his slit and a wave of pleasure rippled through his body. He brought his other hand down to cup his balls as he began to pump his straining cock.
"Oh god, please, Martin, please. Yes." he moaned.
He removed his hand from his balls and used it to brace himself against the wall of the shower. He moved his hand faster, "Yes. Yes, Martin. Hnng, yes. More." He felt the familiar tingling in his lower back and the tightening in his balls. He came with Martin's name on his lips.
He stood there in the shower and let the water wash away the evidence of his pleasure. Once his breathing had returned to normal he finished his shower and got out. As he dried himself off he decided he'd tell Martin how he felt.
Martin heard a groan from the bathroom. He's probably thinking about that blond he was so friendly with in Sydney last week," he thought bitterly to himself.
The woman was actually a good friend of Douglas' from med school who had been in Sydney for a business conference. Douglas hadn't seen her in years, but Martin didn't know that. What Martin also didn't know was that Douglas never actually slept with any of the women he picked up. Douglas never felt compelled. If Douglas had given this any thought he would have probably realized that he was doing it in order to show off in front of Martin. If Douglas had given it any thought, he'd probably have noticed his feelings for Martin sooner, but of course, Douglas never gave it any thought.
Martin heard the bathroom door open and Douglas walk over to his things to put away his stuff. Martin pretended to be asleep.
Douglas looked at the bed. Martin was curled up on his side under the quilt. He had it pulled up so that it was tucked right under his chin. Douglas smiled at the sight and had to stop himself from walking over to Martin and kissing him on the forehead. Instead, he walked around to his side and slid under the covers next to Martin. He fell asleep watching the rise and fall of Martin's chest.
Martin waited until he heard Douglas' breathing even out and become shallow before he dared to turn over to look at his first officer. Douglas was on his side with his face towards Martin. His hair hung down in his eyes, and before Martin realized what he was doing his arm had reached out and he was brushing the hair out of Douglas' eyes. Martin removed his hand and was relieved when Douglas didn't wake. Martin settled himself and fell asleep watching Douglas' chest rise and fall with each breath.
When Douglas woke it 6pm, and he was hungry. He looked over at Martin who was still sleeping. A loose curl had fallen over his eyes. Douglas reached out and brushed it out of Martin's face, and then he leaned over and gave Martin a quick peck on the cheek. Douglas hadn't thought about what he'd do if Martin woke up, but Martin remained asleep. Douglas decided to not wake Martin. He'd leave him a note telling him he's gone to Dinner with Carolyn and Arthur, with the directions to the restaurant. He had seen a nice little Italian place around the corner when they'd arrived. If Martin didn't show up he'd bring some food back to the room. Douglas got up and got dressed. He left the note for Martin by the phone. Then he went to find Carolyn and Arthur's room.