Swallowed by the Sea

The redhead silently entered his lover's woodshop. He watched as the older man ran his manual sander along the boat's stern, his muscles flexing beneath his sweat coated skin. He had a tough beauty to his body. Though he was already over sixty years old, his muscles were firm and well kept. He looked as if he could still serve as a Marine.

Sawdust floated through the air, barely able to settle before the silver haired man caused it to flutter about the room. The redhead sat atop his lover's workbench. He sat there silently, watching his lover work.

"I still can't believe you had this place built just for me before I moved down with you," the silver haired man said as he walked around his boat. Though he hadn't looked at the redhead or even acknowledged he was there, he had long since sensed his partner was near.

"I knew you would miss your workshop in your basement," the redhead explained as he watched the light dance off dog tags that hung around his lover's neck. "I wanted somewhere for you to do your woodwork. I know how much you love it."

"Not as much as I love you," the silver haired man smirked, leaning over to kiss the redhead.

"What are you going to call it?" the redhead inquired as he watched his lover work, just as they always did when he had lived in Maryland.

"I don't know," the older man replied as he walked around, taking in every angle. "I'll figure it out when I get there."

He placed the sander against the bow and ran it along a jagged edge. The redhead watched as his muscles rippled like water beneath his skin and sweat glistened in the light. He stopped and ran his rough hand across the arched piece of cherry. He blew air across it, causing more sawdust to scatter.

"You look lovely," the redhead quietly said.

The silver haired man looked at him and smiled.

"You think I look good right now?" he chuckled. "Horatio, I'm covered in sweat and sawdust. How can I look charming in anyway?"

"You look handsome, in a robust kind of way," the redhead quietly explained. "You have a tough beauty with a rough edge. Maybe not everyone would see the beauty you posse the same way I do, but I think that's what makes you so unique."

The silver haired man smiled and walked over to his workbench. He set the sander down beside the redhead and gently kissed him. His hands worked their way up his shirt and caressed his chest. The redhead moaned lightly as his lover bit at his neck and toyed with his nipples.

"If there's one thing I miss about dating women," his lover whispered in a husky voice as he unbuttoned the redhead's dress shirt, "its breasts."

The redhead chuckled as his lover ran his calloused hands across his bare chest.

"You wish I had breasts?" he said with a laugh. "What, just so you could fondle them?"

"Hey, don't lie, boobs are nice," his lover chuckled.

"So you want me to get implants?"

"Sure, why not?" his lover teased.

"I don't think so," the redhead laughed. "I would look ridiculous."

"Oh come on," his lover continued to tease. "It would be fun."

"Maybe for you, Jethro, but you wouldn't be the one sporting a size D around the lab."

"Oh, you would get Ds just for me?"

"Shut up, Jethro, I'm not getting anything."

"Fine, then I'll just deal with your flat chest," his lover said as his hands wandered upwards to his shoulders and ran down his arms, pushing his shirt along with it.

He wrapped his arms around the younger man's torso and kissed him tenderly. His dog tags were cold where they pressed between their bodies. The silver haired man's lips wandered down his jaw line and across his neck. He planted soft kisses across his shoulders and the redhead's body shivered with anticipation.

His lover pulled back and held out his hands. The redhead grasped them and allowed his lover to help him to his feet. The older man grabbed the sander and walked with the redhead to the boat.

"Here, I'll show you how," he whispered, placing the sander in the redhead's hands.

He lined it up with a rough patch against the wood. He pressed his chest against the younger man's back and trailed his arms along the redhead's. Their hands and arms worked together to smooth out the uneven surface of the boat's side.

He felt his lover's jeans against his body. They were sitting lower then he normally would allow. Their bodies moved in sync with each other, as they sanded down each coarse spot. His lover's hips gently pressed against his like a wave in motion. His cock nestled in the clef of his buttocks and their hips matched up perfectly, just like the sacred puzzle he knew they were.

Soft lips on the back of his neck were almost too much for the redhead to bear. He gasped lightly as his lover trailed kisses along his shoulders. The sander started to slide from his hands, but his lover was quick to set it on the floor.

The redhead's body shuddered as his lover's hands continued to explore his skin, reading it as if it were Braille. Both his strong hands cupped his groin through his pants, and his lover proceeded to squeeze and knead him in just the right way.

"Jethro," quietly escaped his lips as his belt clicked and his zipper buzzed.

His lover held his hard desire softly in his hands and began stimulating the delicate skin. He groaned and his nails dragged across the side of the boat, leaving a jagged trail. He finally lost control when his lover cupped his testicles in his warm hand. He cried out softly and his release shot against the side of the boat.

He stood there panting for a moment before his lover closed his pants back up. He turned to face the older man and kissed him passionately.

"Excuse me," his lover whispered as he stepped away. He walked over to the utility sink and washed his hands. He grabbed a rag and walked back to where the redhead stood. He cleaned the white substance off the wood before he grabbed the sander and began sanding it down.

"That's going to leave a stain that will never come out," his lover chuckled as he worked on the wet wood.

"Oh well, it's your fault," the redhead chuckled as he leaned against the boat.

"Hey, be nice, I could have just taken you and gotten sawdust in places you would never be able to get it out," his lover teased with a kiss.

The redhead chuckled again and kissed his lover back.

"Have you figured out a name for your boat yet?" he quietly asked.

"Yeah, I think I'll call it Homestead," his lover whispered.

"Why's that?" the redhead whispered in response.

"Because I started it five years ago, and it's finally taken me home."