Driving out of the parking lot in a majestic curve, they failed to notice the two fellow crewmembers gazing after them.
„Did you catch this? Did you catch this?" Zack yelled, eyes bulging, and Chissney showed him her camera, very pleased with herself. The Crew Officer checked the latest shot and whistled triumphantly. The barwaiter couldn't be mistaken, his silver locks gave him away from behind.
Yazoo checked his watch when his escort parked the bike fifteen minutes later. They had a short hour left before returning. Cloud put the bike on the stand, meticuosly avoiding any look at his passanger. Having killed the engine he was the same shy and doubtful boy like before, unable to continue Yazoo's flirting game on his own accord. One thing he had to notice though: Yazoo stayed on the bike, didn't bother to get off.
How much he enjoyed that questioning look of tropical blue eyes, it almost made him laugh. Although he couldn't reveal the true goal of his current straddling pose, yet he had to come up with an explanation.
„Cozy. I like what I see." And he took a look around as well. Indeed, Cloud choose a perfect spot. They were on the top of the hill, still in a well-deserted hideaway under lemon trees, near to the brink. From here they could see the town, the port, the sea and the ship below them. The wind coming from the open sea got stronger, making the riping yellow fruits rock on the brenches. The silver-haired youth inhaled the air deeply. It was a nice combination of fresh sea breaze, citrus scent, and the familiar smell of a motorbike. Tilting his head, Yazoo observed his cute driver from the corner of his eyes. So nervous. So hesitant.
He couldn't resist but let his inherited talent work. Mamma Jenny was not the most successful procuress in town by blind luck. She was gifted. Rumour spread across the debauchees that although she was not able to read minds she was definitely able to read carnal desires. To do that, she first met the interested customer in a consulting room. That stirred up curiosity in young boy Yazoo, so sometimes he hid behind the furniture to spy on them. Jealosy made him to do that at the first time, thinking her mother would please those visitors, and the little boy wanted to chase away the impudent strangers. But what he witnessed was something very different, confusing first, fascinating later. He understood slowly that during the short and innocent consulting, the madame was able to discreetly find out what kind of sexual desires dwelled in the customers.
The visitors (male of female, no matter) didn't need to explain anything. With the support of an utterly meaningless small-talk she unwrapped a new lollipop, pushed it vulgarly among her lips, gave the guest a dreamy, reassuring look, and then… she just knew. When she let the candy go for a second, blinking with relief, the son was sure that the mother found out everything she needed to know. By herself, without asking or touching, just by looking, only in a few seconds.
Anything, anyone, any way the clients wanted, she knew better than themselves. That's how she was able to find their perfect match and to organize the sessions, without questions, disappointments, mistakes, lingering. If she had found the sneaky boy under the sofa, he would have been grounded for a good while. Family was never involved in business.
Yazoo realized years later that he had the same talent, just weaker, less polished. He needed longer, close observation and more concentration, but eventually he figured out what he wanted to know. Never told to anyone, not even Mother. He wasn't sure how she would react, since she tried to keep her boys away from dirty side of life as much as possible. She was a caring mother, doing her best to provide his sons everything for a fair life, especially that they had no father figure. Noone could have the slightest idea, not even herself, who the fathers of his babies were. The boys didn't mind. She was their goddess anyway.
Yazoo's maternal heritage was so unique it could have determined his future, and that made him rebel. So he left home and kept his secret gift for getting by, having fun, gaining some extra advantage. Like now, on the top of the hill, in the shadows of lemon trees.
He sighed. Poor little, ignorant, silly, denying Cloud. He must have been fighting against the fact that women just couldn't be enough for him. Like most of the bisexuals, he spent apparently way too much energy to hide it. Definitely he would keep denying it to someone he knew. But this time, situation was different. Crewmembers are only short-time visitors, complete strangers, dolls for toying with, without the pressure of responsibility. The silver-heared youth was aware of that and suspected that Cloud's pretty head was giving birth to similar conclusions right now. To speed up the process, he leaned a bit back on the bike, and squeezed it with his thighs, not mistaken by his silent driver. Bulls-eye, that glued Cloud's gaze merciless to his curves. No more was the local boy able to keep his eager gaze away.
„Opportunities like that come so rarely." Yazoo nodded towards the ship with a melancholic sigh. He hoped that this last hit was enough to break the ice.
„Still you enjoy ship-life a lot, don't you?" The blond asked suddenly, finding his courage.
„I do." The silver nodded with a mysterious smile, observing the seat in front of him, then touching the engine's hot cover. Hissing, he pulled his fingers away, looking back in those glacier-blue eyes. „I do enjoy it a lot. Easy life, hard work, with a chance to see the world, go ashore, explore and enjoy new places, new people, new acquaintances. One must find the pleasures in life to fight stress and frustration." He shrugged, not letting his ambigious smile disappear. His enchanting glance enprisoned and read the other's. Sure he understood the innuendoes. The innocence of those blue orbs was begging him to not leave without having it crushed.
„You could apply for a job onboard too. You would love it. To have some fun together." Looking deeper into those widening eyes, his smile turned challenging.
No more words were necessary. Balance was almost lost through Cloud's attack, kissing his lips with the vigour of a shipwreckled who found a gulp of fresh water. Luckily enough the bike was well fixed on the stand, otherwise it would have been knocked over. Yazoo couldn't help a startled little moan escaping his throat. Quickly he clung onto Cloud to not fall off the bike.
That would have been just too ungraceful during such a fierce kiss.