Near Mykonos, Greece
The emotion that is known as fascination can manifest itself in so many ways – the fascination a baby holds for a noise-making toy; the fascination a cat shows toward a goldfish in a bowl; the fascination of a teenage boy for the latest video game. But at that moment, none of those examples could come anywhere near the fascination a certain blond-haired, blue eyed man held as he stared, absolutely transfixed, at the approaching island of Mykonos. And as Justin continued to peer over the ship's railing, mesmerized by the jagged cliffs and the bright white, sand-washed buildings, Brian found himself fascinated by watching his husband's reaction. The artist's blue eyes absolutely sparkled with wonder and a smile appeared permanently affixed to his face as he tried to soak everything in. Finally, he pulled himself away briefly from the scenery as Brian walked over and placed his arm around the slender body.
"Brian," the blonde exclaimed breathlessly. "This…..this is incredible. I can't WAIT to get my sketchbook out and start drawing EVERYTHING!" Frowning slightly, he added, "I wish I had my sketchbook right now – SHIT!" His pink lips pursed into a small pout as he unconsciously flexed his fingers, itching to draw something, anything, EVERYTHING. He had packed his sketchbook in his luggage and hadn't had a chance yet to retrieve it.
Brian thought his husband had never looked more adorable than at that moment; of course, he might be just a little bit prejudiced when it came to Justin…….nah.
Wrapping his arm more tightly around the slim, pale shoulder, he leaned down to plant a small kiss on Justin's cheek and whisper in his ear. "You just make sure you keep a LOT of time open for other activities, Sunshine. Like fucking, and fucking, and fucking…."
"Brian," Justin murmured, inexplicably a little embarrassed, as a slight blush appeared on his face. He wasn't sure why he was blushing at the brunet's statement; it's not like they didn't engage in that activity on a frequent basis….hell, MORE than a frequent basis. But maybe it had to do with the fact that they had done it bareback now. Oh, my God….Justin felt himself flush just at the thought of their wedding night. That experience hadn't been anywhere near what either man had imagined it would be. It had been so much MORE; more intense, and so much more intimate.
As if he were reading Justin's thoughts, Brian softly added in a husky voice that only Justin could hear, "You know after last night I've become downright fucking insatiable now when it comes to you."
"And you weren't before?" Justin smirked.
"Well, let's just say the incredible feeling before has been eclipsed by an indescribable feeling NOW."
Justin smiled, reminding him, "You DID promise me we would take a tour of the island, remember? It's going to be hard to do that if we spend every available hour in bed."
"Oh, it's going to be hard, all right," Brian verified as he raised his eyebrows and looked down, causing Justin to laugh softly. "It's ALREADY hard." Placing his hand over the pale one placed on the ship's railing, he tried to move it down to a more pleasurable target to prove his point, but Justin snatched it away, causing the brunet to emit a soft groan. "Brian! Jeez. You really meant it when you said insatiable."
"I always mean what I say, Sunshine."
"Good. Because I'm ready to start my tour," Justin replied, biting his bottom lip in excitement like a kid in a candy store. Brian simply shook his head and smiled, unable to fight the contagious happiness the man he loved was feeling as the blond looked at him and beamed. "Little twat," he muttered, before he moved behind the other man and slid his hands around the slender waist. Justin leaned back into him and overlapped his arms around the brunet's. As the sun rose directly above them, it caught the matching platinum bands in its rays, two glistening testaments to their devotion to each other.
"Tell me about where we're staying," Justin prodded. Brian had been extremely mysterious about their accommodations, just telling him it would be "perfect."
But Brian was not going to elaborate. "Uh, uh, uh, Sunshine," he chided. "You'll just have to wait a little longer," he advised, slightly rocking the other man in his arms.
"Bri-an," he pouted, as he turned slightly to look up into the hazel eyes. "Can't you at least give me a hint?" he purred.
Brian couldn't help sweeping down to give those full lips a quick peck. "Nope," he verified, receiving a stuck out, little pink tongue in return. He grinned. "Mature as always," he scolded. He could feel Justin literally bouncing on his feet lightly, he was so excited. "So impatient, too," the brunet observed.
"Looks who's talking?" Justin muttered. He felt the other man giving him a tight squeeze in reply.
"You're right, Sunshine…..I'm VERY impatient," He verified.
Turning around in the other man's arms to face him, Justin soothed, "Easy there, tiger. You give me a tour now, and I'll take you on a tour later."
"It'd better be a world-class tour, Sunshine," he warned mockingly.
"First class all the way, Mr. Kinney," the blond assured him. "First we'll start with a little foray into your nether regions," he instructed, running a slim hand through the brunet's soft, windswept hair, "then a little stop at the two delightful peaks of Mt. Kinney," he added, lightly rubbing both hands now over the other man's nipples in small circles. As his hands roamed lower to reach under the brunet's white linen wife beater and caress the skin around his husband's navel, he advised solemnly, "Then we'll wander around the area known as the belly of the beast." As Brian snorted, Justin continued. "Next, we'll take a leisurely excursion down to the wild bush region of Tremont." Brian thought he was finally getting somewhere, as Justin teasingly slipped his slender hands briefly inside the front of the other man's pants, before he pulled them out, to the brunet's great disappointment. Justin smiled. "On second thought, we might have to leave the best part of the trip for later…..when we're alone. Some parts of the trip are best enjoyed privately. I'll be expecting a big payout for that part of the tour."
Brian sneered. "Don't worry, Sunshine, I'm sure it will be well worth the price of admission."
"For you or for me?" the blond asked impertinently. Brian managed to lightly slap one of the pale, slender arms presently resting at his waist before he heard the PA announcer stating they would be arriving shortly at the harbor area for disembarking. At the verification of their imminent arrival, all thoughts of their later excursion were quickly shoved to the back of Justin's mind as he pulled a somewhat amused Brian by the hand toward the front of the ship to get a closer glimpse of their destination.
"This is so quaint!" Justin exclaimed, his entire face alit with excitement again, as he gazed upon the dozens of boats of all types and sizes moored in the marina.
"Nice to know no matter where you go, they always have pelicans," Brian muttered as he observed a large, long-billed white bird waddling around the labyrinthine, sun-worn wooden structure.
"That's Petros!" Justin cried, excited. "I read about him in the brochure; he was originally named back in the 1950s when a group of pelicans flew over the island and he was too weak to go with them. The locals nursed him back to health. When he went to bird heaven, they found a replacement for him. Apparently there've been several Petros since then. He's kind of like their mascot," Justin explained. "Shit! I've got to get a drawing of him around all the boats here."
Brian rolled his eyes. "My own personal little travel guide…..Don't even think about it. We are NOT getting close to that….thing," he advised sternly. "There's no telling what type of fucking germs that fowl carries. Just think what he's had in his mouth."
"I'm sure many have said the same thing about you, too, and YOU turned out okay," Justin pointed out teasingly, grinning, as he pursed his lips together to keep from laughing out loud.
Brian twisted his face. "Very funny, Sunshine." As the boat slowed to dock, he took Justin's hand. "Maybe if I'm a good boy, they'll throw me a fish once we get on land." As Justin laughed now, he added as he held his other hand out wide, "I'm ready to experience……..the wonders of Mykonos. And get my land legs back again. Let's go line up for our luggage."
Several minutes later, they finally had their suitcases wheeling along behind them as they walked the few hundred yards to a white, stone-washed squat building with a sign that read in English as well as in Greek, Mykonos Rainbow Tours. As they entered the interior, a dark-haired, middle-aged man greeted them from a low-slung wooden desk with a distinctive accent, thankfully with an intelligible version of English, also. "My name is Angelo. I am the owner. May I help you gentlemen?"
Brian walked over to the other man. "Yes, I have reservations under Kinney."
The somewhat pudgy man looked at the desktop monitor and lightly punched a few keys. Grinning widely, he stated, "Ah, yes, the honeymooners! I have everything arranged for you." Studying the two men, who were very distinctive individually by their differences but together were downright unforgettable in their contrasting light and dark features, he winked as he added enthusiastically, "Congratulations! I know you'll enjoy your stay here."
Fidgeting a little awkwardly at the other man's ebullience, Brian actually stammered a little as he answered, "Uh, thanks," as he accepted the dark-haired man's outstretched hand. Justin, who had walked over to stand next to the brunet, grinned a little at Brian's atypical nervous reaction. "Justin Taylor," he introduced himself, as he smiled at the Greek man, shaking hands and graciously accepting the shop owner's congratulations.
After receiving Brian's signature on several contract forms, Angelo reached behind him and pulled a set of keys off a hook on the wall. Handing them to the brunet along with a thick, white folder, he advised him, "Here are the keys to the Jeep and the villa. The jeep is right around the back of the building – just look for the matching number from the key. And this folder contains all the information you should need to make your stay enjoyable. My number is there if you need to contact me for any reason, along with all the tickets for your excursions."
Passing the folder over to Justin, he once again briefly shook hands with the owner. "Thanks," he once again replied, nodding to the man. "Come on, Mr. Taylor. It's time to start our tour," he drawled, taking the blond's hand and leading him out the door as Justin gave the Greek man a little wave before leaving.
Walking a short distance around to the rear of the building, Justin was the first one to find their Jeep. It was quite similar to Brian's old Jeep, but unlike his, this one was a candy-apple red. "Well, at least you shouldn't have any problem driving this vehicle," Justin observed, as they loaded their luggage into the back.
"These are mainly what they use to get around here, Sunshine. Unless you want to revert back to the old mode of transportation they USED to use."
"Old mode of transportation?" Justin asked curiously. "What was that?"
"Jackasses. Kind of reminds me of you," Brian said, lips curling under as he briefly received another mature expression from Justin in the form of a middle raised finger. "But I wouldn't want your delicate, bubble butt to get calluses just as it's about to get the workout of its life," he added earnestly, noticing out of the corner of his eye the blond rolling his eyes.
"I don't think we'll need a donkey for that," Justin managed to say out loud, just as they hit a fairly deep pothole that briefly pitched them abruptly out of their seats as if they were in the rear seat of a scary roller coaster ride. "I think I'll join the 85% of people who use their seatbelts," he quickly decided, latching his seatbelt as they hit another, less intense pothole.
"Good idea," Brian decided, as he, too, reached over to pull his seatbelt across his lap and fasten it with one hand. Stealing a quick glance over at his husband, he asked, "Justin? Can you pull the map out and see if you can give me an idea where we need to go for our villa?
The blond opened up the folder to take out the packet listing their accommodations. "Is this the one?" he asked. "Suncatcher?"
"Yeah, that's it," Brian verified, hoping it didn't show any photos of their vacation home. He really wanted to surprise Justin with it in person. If it was half as good as the photos made it out to be on the website he viewed, the blond should be thrilled. Both of them should be thrilled. It promised to be spectacular – in its opulence, privacy and views of the Aegean. He couldn't wait to see Justin's reaction to it.
Fortunately, Justin proved to be very adept at giving Brian directions, because they managed to drive the approximately 30-minute route with only minor, unintentional detours, before finally locating the road to their villa.
"We're really climbing now," Justin observed, as they kept winding and winding around a small, narrow gravel road. It seemed like forever, but Justin knew the tallest peak in Mykonos was only approximately 1,000 feet above sea level.
On the way to their villa, they passed low-lying structures on both sides of the road, all made of the same white sandy building material so prevalent on the island. Finally, they came to a fork in the road with two, simple, wooden, light gray signs that had numbers on them, one of which was the number of their rental villa. "That way," Justin pointed out, as Brian took a right turn in the direction of their accommodations.
Once they turned at the fork in the road, they noticed there were no more structures on either side, only white sandy terrain and scrub vegetation. Finally, as they turned in a bend of the road, both men gasped at the sight directly in front of them. At the dead end of the road stood a large, two-story, elegantly appointed villa made of white sand and rock. The wide, rectangular windows surrounded the home on all sides and the right side of the villa contained an open, covered veranda.
"Brian," Justin whispered in awe as the brunet slowed the Jeep and parked it in a carport beside the residence. "It's beautiful." He barely waited for Brian to stop the vehicle before he eagerly opened the car door and jumped out. "Let's go take a look!" he exclaimed, as he ran over and grabbed Brian's hand as soon as he emerged from the driver's side. "Where's the key?" Justin demanded impatiently.
"Hang on there, Sunshine," Brian replied, laughing softly at the other man's excitement. "I've got it right here," he assured the blond, as he impulsively decided to let the other man explore. Handing the key over to him, he said, "Go on – open the door." Justin didn't need any more encouragement, as he grabbed the key from Brian's hand and ran up the short entry steps to the front door. Brian arrived at the doorstop just seconds before Justin pushed the key in and turned the doorknob to enter, swinging the door open just a little.
As Justin strangely hesitated before entering, Brian asked him, puzzled, "What?" before he saw a mischievous gleam appear in the blue eyes.
"First things first," Justin replied. "Bend over," he demanded.
"Here, Sunshine? NOW who's impatient? Can't you at least wait until we get inside the door?" he smirked, although right here, right now would have been fine with him, since he'd literally been waiting hours to fuck his husband senseless again.
"Just bend over, will you?" Justin repeated, as if he were scolding an unruly child. Wondering what in the hell the younger man was up to, Brian nevertheless decided to humor him, at least for the time being, and dutifully bent over at the waist.
Brian's guess as to Justin's apparently lascivious intentions was soon proven to be wrong as the blond instead bent down, also, and, grunting under his burden, managed somehow to lift Brian off his feet and sling the heavier man's upper body over his slight shoulders in a clumsy fireman's carry before he slowly dragged him over the threshold.
Of course, he only managed to succeed in doing it for perhaps a foot or two before, breathing heavily, he quickly dropped his burden none too gently on the marble-tiled floor, as Brian landed squarely on his ass.
"Ouch! That fucking HURT, Justin!" the man scowled, reaching behind him to rub the injured part of his anatomy.
"Poor baby," Justin soothed none too sincerely. "Don't worry. Hubby will rub it and kiss it to make it all better."
"Hubby sure as fucking will," Brian growled. "And it better be SOON," he warned, before he slowly and stiffly rose from the hard floor with help from his not-so-contrite husband.
Now that the ceremonial part of their ritual had been carried out, they were able to take stock of the inside of the villa. Their mock bickering was quickly abandoned as they stared at the interior. The entire white marbled floor consisted of a wide, open expanse for the kitchen/living room areas; a wall of windows paired in the center with a set of double, leaded glass French doors led out to the large, covered cabana and the entire room was bathed in bright sunlight.
"Wow!" was all Justin could manage to say, as he walked quickly over to the French doors and threw them open. The salty smell and the sounds of seagulls assailed his senses as soon as he stepped out onto the stone floor of the cabana, set up with two, side-by-side generous chaise lounges pointing toward a sparkling, blue infinity pool that seemed to go on forever, seemingly all the way out to the sea, which surged several miles below, white crests of waves visible from their panoramic vantage point high above. A curved, fully-stocked bar sat in a corner of the outdoor entertainment area surrounded by wood-topped bar stools.
Brian followed shortly behind him as he, too, was greeted by the unmistakable smell of the sea below. He was relieved to see that the villa appeared to be everything he had hoped for, and more. The luxurious appointments evident everywhere were of the highest quality and comfort. Just perfect for fucking a certain blond from here to kingdom come.
He walked over to that particular blond now, who was standing at the edge of the cabana, looking down at the incredible view of the Aegean Sea far below, ringed by the white sandstone buildings of all shapes and sizes. Boats mingled in the sea and surrounded the harbor, and the nearby historic island of Delos rose nearby like a giant mythological sea serpent.
Standing directly behind Justin, Brian slipped his arms around the other man's waist, pulling him close. "So what do you think of Mykonos so far, Sunshine?" he asked softly, as he bent his head down to nuzzle the pale neck and soft hair at his nape.
Justin placed his hands over Brian's and leaned back as the brunet's hold tightened even more in a possessive movement. "Brian……I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life," he whispered. "This is absolutely stunning," he declared, awestruck.
"The sun should be setting soon," Brian advised him. "It should be spectacular from up here." Turning the blond around now but still holding him in his arms, he encouraged him, asking, "Why don't you go get your sketchbook so you'll have it ready? I'm sure you'll want to make some sketches of it."
Justin smiled tenderly at him, touched by his thoughtfulness. Shaking his head slightly, he decided, "I can sketch it some other time. Right now I just want to watch it. With you." Brian smiled in return as he leaned down to kiss the full lips, their tentative kiss becoming more urgent as it deepened quickly. The brunet reluctantly pulled back slightly after several seconds to gently turn the other man around so he would not miss what would surely be one of the most beautiful sunsets they had ever witnessed together.
"Brian?" he heard Justin ask softly.
"What, Sunshine?" Brian whispered gently, once again holding the other man against him as he rested his head on top of the soft, blond hair.
The rapidly setting sun began to bath them in vibrant shades of orange and gold.
"I'm so happy……I love you." He sighed in contentment as he sniffled slightly. Damn allergies.
Brian smiled, lips curling under and eyes clouding up at the lump that unexpectedly appeared in his throat. It was a few seconds before he was able to reply without fear of his voice giving the depth of his feelings away, but it really didn't matter. He knew Justin could hear it anyway. "I love you, too, baby."