Eric walked Kyle to his room, staring at the state of the lower class cabins, if you could call them that. It seemed they were lucky they got lightening.
Kyle stood awkwardly to his cabin door. "Ahh, well, thank you for walking me down. I can return these clothes tomorrow-" "Keep'em. They...they look good on you." Kyle blushed. "Oh. Thank you." Eric nodded, wanting so badly to kiss him again but he already felt guilty enough. He was technically cheating on a wonderful girl that cares about him but he's heart just isn't in it not to mention what his mom would think of him had she found out about his kiss. With a lower class Jew and a man. He can already hear her lectures. "Uh well Kyle, goodnight."
Kyle swallowed down the urge to kiss him. "Goodnight." He turned the handle and Eric caught his free hand before he could walk inside."Meet me tomorrow night, our spot? On the balcony?" Kyle smiled but tried not to feel to excited. "And do what?" Eric shrugged. "I don't know, I...I just want to see you again." Kyle smiled, fully blushing. "That sounds lovely. Is 10PM alright?" "Perfect. I'll see you then." Kyle smiled, feeling like a giddy school girl. "Ok. Goodnight." Eric let out a nervous breath. "Goodnight." Kyle was blushing even as he walked inside and closed the door.
Eric felt giddy with excitement but was berating himself. How can he even continue this? How can he cheat on Heidi who has done nothing but care about him? But all those thoughts he could push to the side because Kyle took over. His red curls and green eyes. His soft hands and lanky limbs. He wanted to kiss him more, he wanted to hear him make so many sinful sounds. Just the thought sent a bolt of arousal through him. He walked to his room quickly, wanting as little talk as possible along the way.
When he walked in his room Heidi was there to greet him with a smile. "Did the apology go well?" He forced a smile, thinking back to that kiss and those soft lips. "Yeah. It went well. I'm pretty tired, it's been a long day." Heidi smiled, nodding. "That it has." As he got ready to sleep he asked "Hey, do we have a radio on here?" Heidi looked at him, already in her sleeping dress and robe. "Yes, why dear?" Eric shrugged. "No reason, just curious is all."
Even as Eric laid in bed all he could think of was Kyle and wanting to hold him again. He realized, stupidly the radio won't work out here, he's in the middle of the ocean. Maybe he could acquire a music player somehow, he may have to pay someone off but it would be worth it to dance with Kyle in the moonlight.
During the day he paid someone to bring a record player to the balcony. It wasn't hard to do as they thought it was a nice idea to have music there.
Eric took Heidi there, for show, in case some of his mother's people were on board. He could never be sure.
As they danced, a few other couples joining in, Heidi spoke. "Are you Ok? You don't seem like you're here." Eric sighed. "I'm getting by." "You still want out." She said. Eric looked at her. "So do you but you're too chicken to admit it." Heidi spoke in a hushed tone. "What would I even do? I've been trained and taught to be a wife, I have no dreams of my own, what am I supposed to do?" Eric hated she had a point but felt bad, for both of them. If she went through with the marriage they'd both be miserable.
He tensed when he saw Kyle come to to the balcony, coming up from the stairs. Their eyes met but Kyle looked away quickly, finding a seat and starting to draw.
Eric wondered what he was drawing and wished he could see it.
Why did god have to torment him like this?
He spent the day with Heidi, laughing at her jokes, trying to keep her genuinely happy on this trip as they were both pretty miserable about getting married. She at least deserved to have a nice time.
She was asleep by nine, thankfully. They day of activities tired her out. He snuck out of his room, going up to the balcony a few minutes early. He kept checking his watch and staring out at the ocean as he paced. It was chilly, he could see his breath in the air. He was thankful he remembered a coat.
Kyle arrived at the balcony at exactly ten. A thin jacket on him that didn't seem to do much against the chilly air. But Kyle smiled, seeing Eric. "I wasn't sure if you were really going to be here." Eric smirked weakly, starting to set the record player up. "Of course I was Jew. I keep my word." Kyle shivered, wrapping his arms around himself. "What's your plan?"
Right after he asked he heard the music of Mozart filling the air. Eric held out his hand. "Would you care to dance?" Kyle smiled, reaching out, holding the hand offered. "I'd love to."
Eric held him close, feeling him shiver. A few moments into dancing and he asked. "Is this the only jacket you own?" "No but I wasn't expecting to be dancing on the balcony at ten at night. Our warm stuff is back home. We packed light." Eric nodded as he took off his jacket, wrapping it around Kyle. "Get your arms in." Kyle listened and felt like a child, the jacket drowning him but so warm. Kyle frowned. "What about you?" "I'll live." Kyle nodded, letting Eric go back to swaying and dancing to the soft violin music.
Kyle cheeks and nose were red from the air. Eric could feel his hands getting colder. He felt bad but there were only so many places to meet in private. But his lips looked so inviting and he could think of a million ways to warm him up.
He kissed him, softly at first, feeling fireworks under his skin, moving to his heart. Kyle let out a small sound, melting into it, his hands holding onto the larger man.
Eric let the kiss go deeper, opening his mouth, begging entry from Kyle. Kyle moaned as he let Eric devour his mouth. He could only wrap his arms around him, tangle his hands in brown hair and enjoy the ride.
Eric moaned, holding him closer, hands trailing down to feel his small but gorgeous ass, gripping a globe in each hand. Kyle let out a needy sound, feeling himself become excited. He pulled away when he felt Eric's length against his thigh. He was panting. "We should take this somewhere more private." Eric groaned, kissing his neck. "Definitely. Where?" Kyle was panting, gripping his shoulders. "There's a supply closet by the stairs." Eric saw it, grabbing Kyle's hand and rushing over to the door, opening it and shoving him inside, following.
He pinned Kyle to the wall, going back to devouring his mouth. Kyle moaned, becoming putty in his arms, starting to grind against him, wanting more friction, more skin, more him.
Eric groaned,meeting with a grind of his own hips. Kyle moaned, high pitched and so needy. "Eric...more..I want to touch you." Eric started to undo his pants but soon as his fly was open Kyle brought him out of his pants, starting to stroke him. Eric groaned, leaning against him. Kyle was panting. "I have an idea but I need your hand." Kyle moved his hand, going to his own pants, Eric watched as he brought his cock out, surrounded by little red curls. Kyle was blushing, deeply. "I need you to hold both of them." Kyle moved, his cock touching Eric's. Eric got the idea, gripping both in one hand. Starting to grind.
Both moaned, loudly. Kyle worried someone may have heard them but it was quickly pushed away by the sweet slide of Eric's cock against his. He was trembling, holding onto Eric like a lifeline.
Eric came first, groaning against Kyles neck, nose hidden in his curls as his release washed over him. Kyle followed, crying out, gripping Eric's shoulders so tightly he worried he may leave nail marks.
They panted against each other for a moment, just holding the other, not wanting to let go.
They were quiet, enjoying the silence until Kyle felt Eric tense, mumbling into the name of his neck. "I'm sorry mother, I'm sorry. I'm a freak, I'm sorry." Kyle moved away, holding Eric's face, seeing his lip trembling and blue eyes watery. Kyle frowned. "Eric? Are you ok?" Eric shook his head. "No. I'm a fag, a freak. If my mom finds this out..." He didn't finish but Kyle could fill in the gaps and he didn't like it. He spoke softly. "Hey, I care about you, Ok? I don't care if your a man, I don't care if we have to live in secrecy our whole lives, I want you."
Eric was quiet, staring down at Kyle like he was something from another world. Kyle looked away. "I know you're scared. I know you're not used to binge an outsider and if you don't want to continue this, I understand." "No!" Eric said a little too quickly. He stayed quiet to gather his thoughts. Hating the heartbroken look the red head had. "No, I don't want to stop this. I want you too and I'm terrified and I don't care. I've never felt like this with anyone but you." Kyle smiled softly. "I feel the same. Why don't we clean up and continue our dance?" Eric nodded with a little grin. "It would be my pleasure."
Eric walked him to his room again, kissing him goodnight. Kyle smiled into the kiss, having to pull away before the kiss went any deeper. Kyle looked up into blue eyes "I.."Kyle started but he deflated, swallowing, putting on a smile. "I had a great time, Should we meet again tomorrow night?" Eric nodded. "I'd like that. Same place, same time." "ok, I'll see you then. Goodnight Eric." Eric nodded. "Goodnight."