Late Morning – Mykonos – Next Day
"Mmmm," was the only mumbled response filtering from the covered lump under the luxurious, padded silk duvet as Brian gave it a nudge. If it hadn't been for the pale, uncovered foot sticking out of the mass of fabric, it would have been hard for Brian to determine where the younger man's blond head was. "Wakey, wakey, Sunshine," Brian whispered. "Ship ahoy."
"Go away, we went skin diving four times already," Brian thought he heard, although it was muttered under the lump's breath. Brian rolled his eyes; apparently it was time to try a more direct tactic. The lump remained unmoving as Brian reached over to the nearby side table and picked up a warm, fuckingly outrageous high-carb, sticky cinnamon croissant and waved it as near to his husband's nose as he could determine; at least he thought it was somewhere around there – who could tell?
He was ultimately rewarded, however, when a blond head stuck itself out from the covers briefly. "I smell cinnamon," he whispered appreciatively. "Where it is?"
Brian smirked. Sex and food – an unbeatable combination. "Come out of there, Mr. Taylor, and maybe you'll find out."
"Bri-an," he whined. "We just went to bed."
Brian huffed. "No, we did NOT. It's almost NOON. Now get your cute little tight ass out of there, Sunshine. We've got plans. You've got exactly 45 minutes: 10 minutes to wolf down the croissants, 15 minutes for a shower, and 10 minutes to get dressed."
"That's 35 minutes," the lump muttered, as the blond head was once more submerged under the covers.
"Always throwing that SAT score in my face, aren't you? No, Mr. Taylor, I'm allowing us just enough time for a decent blow job," Brian retorted. "But only if you get up NOW!" he demanded. He knew he should have tried to wake his husband up an hour ago – what was he thinking?
"You have 10 seconds," he advised impatiently. "Then I'm coming in there."
"Promises, promises," Justin sing-songed.
Brian curled his lips under in amusement. If that's the way you want to play it, Sunshine. Slowly, he pulled up the nearest corner of the duvet, discovering just the right area for his target – a wide expanse of creamy, pale skin around a certain blond's waist.
A shriek and giggles erupted from Justin as Brian literally pounced on him suddenly, resorting to an extreme bout of frantic tickling. "Stop it!" Justin cried in between fits of laughter. "No fair!"
"I warned you!" Brian responded, chuckling, as his long, elegant hands continued its unrelenting torment. The two men continued to wrestle each other on the bed as Justin decided the best defense was an offense. "What goes around, comes around," he taunted, as he startling tickling the brunet in just the perfect spot above Brian's waist that he knew would drive him crazy. He was rewarded with the feel of tanned skin rippling at his touch and laughter bubbling up from the brunet; Justin loved it when Brian was comfortable enough to be so open with him.
"Okay, okay," Justin finally relented, as he stopped tickling the older man. "Truce. Stop, Brian!" he ordered the other man, who was apparently choosing to ignore his request. Justin smacked one of the offending hands. "I said I'll get up! Stop it! Cease and desist!" He struggled to raise his upper body from the bed, but found his body thrown back down on the mattress and his hands pinned above his head instead. He immediately recognized the dark, lustful look in the almost chocolate-colored eyes that suddenly gazed back at him; their playful wrestling match quickly escalated into yet another intense lovemaking session as Brian used his advantage to sensually meld their two bodies together as he slowly kissed the plump, inviting lips tenderly, deepening the kiss as Justin moaned into his mouth. Their tongues dueled for supremacy as the kiss seemed to go on for eternity before the two had to break apart to catch their breath.
"I thought we were on a time schedule," Justin murmured once he could breath normally again; Brian leaned down to nuzzle his neck and place small nips on his earlobe as Justin shivered in response.
"I always build some extra time into it," Brian huskily replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what it is about you, but somehow things always seem to get out of hand."
Justin snorted. "I can't imagine why……could it be that I have an incredibly sexy husband that is a fucking sex machine?"
Brian smiled. "Why, Sunshine, you know me so well. I knew there was a reason why I let you marry me."
Justin rolled his eyes. "Oh, brother. Humility – thy name is NOT Brian," he retorted. "Oh!" He squirmed slightly as Brian's tongue came out to start licking a path from his left ear, down his throat, and on to his left nipple. Brian continued to hold Justin's slender hands hostage, but began to slowly rub his thumbs over the sensitive area of the other man's palms, immediately creating goose pimples all over the pale skin. Brian could feel the lithe body trembling with desire as he whispered in between licks, "You know Michael once told me that the good doctor David spent over 20 minutes paying homage to just one of his nipples?"
Justin's breath was now coming out in quick, little pants as Brian continued to swirl his tongue over and over the rosy peak; he suddenly bucked off the bed as the brunet unexpectedly gave it a nip with his teeth before assuming the tongue washing again. "Is……is that so?" he finally managed to stammer.
"Yeah……" Brian's tongue began to trail a wet path now from Justin's left nipple over to his right….very slowly. "Personally, though, I prefer to spend my leisure time in a more southern area." He gave the right nipple a matching bite now, before washing it thoroughly with a very wet tongue. Justin softly whimpered a little in disappointment as Brian abruptly discontinued his ministration and moved back slightly to look at him intently with eyes now that were almost solid black with undisguised lust. His frustration, however, was extremely brief as Brian's head quickly swooped down and Justin felt a very wet, very skilled tongue gave a long, leisurely swipe against his very hard cock. "Oh, God!" Justin cried, as his entire body rebelled against the other man's restraints. "Damn you," he growled. This man could always get him hard and begging in no time flat. "Please, Brian," Justin pleaded, as the other man chuckled under his breath but continued his torment of the other man; Justin was now a wriggling, writhing mess of desire.
"Please, what, Sunshine? I'm a little busy here," he huskily whispered. "I told you we only have 15 minutes allotted for a blow job this morning." "Fuck!" Justin exclaimed, as Brian abruptly took the entire length of his cock into his very talented mouth. Justin was so turned on it only took a few seconds before he exploded, his orgasm shuddering through him violently as Brian held his hands prisoner while he lapped up every drop and swallowed.
As the blond's breathing finally slowed down to a more normal rhythm, Brian glanced over at the clock. "Not bad…..we actually accomplished that in 12 minutes. Gives us 3 additional minutes in the shower for you to blow me off now."
Justin smiled as his eyes roved appreciatively down the lean body, dwelling extra long on the hard cock so in need of his attention. Hazel eyes locked with blue ones as Brian finally released his hands and stood up, stretching catlike. He extended a long arm out to Justin, who grasped it firmly as Brian pulled him out of bed.
"Come on, Mr. Taylor, we have a tight schedule here for your tight ass. Fifteen minutes for a shower. No, strike that - eighteen minutes now." He somewhat impatiently tugged the other man toward the spacious, marble walk-in shower that they had been making good use of for the past week.
"Wait!" Justin resisted briefly as he quickly grabbed one of the buttery cinnamon croissants off the side table as Brian continue to pull him along. He popped it into his mouth with his free hand and took a large bite of it. "Hmm," he crooned. "Good," he declared.
He frowned all of a sudden. "Just where are we going on such a tight schedule?" he asked the other man; he realized that he had forgotten all about why he was roused out of bed in the first place after that mind-shattering blow job he had just been given by a certain, extremely skilled brunet.
As Justin finished off the croissant in record time, shoving the final, large remaining piece of it in his mouth just as they reached the shower, Brian leaned in briefly to bestow a quick kiss on the button nose. "We're going sailing," he whispered in the blond's ear.
Justin's eyes lit up. "Sailing?" he squeaked excitedly. "You mean….just the two of us?"
As Brian opened the glass door of the shower for the two of them to enter, he closed the door and turned back toward the blond to answer. "Well, I think Popeye might be busy today," he quipped. "Yes, Mr. Taylor…..just the two of us," he verified. As the water increased to the desired hot temperature, he gently pushed the other man into the spray and joined him.
"You know how to operate a sailboat?" Justin asked him skeptically. In all the time they had been together, Brian had never mentioned having any boating skills; in fact, up until their trip, the closest they had come to a large body of water was when they had fucked in the hot tub at the hotel in Vermont on their wedding night.
As Brian picked up a bar of soap and began to slowly lather Justin's chest and shoulders, he retorted, "I'll have you know, Mr. Taylor, that I went sailing several times in the summer with one of my roommates when I was going to college. I am quite capable of operating a large-scale sailboat, thank you very much. Now all I need is a capable deckhand."
Justin huffed. "I know all about operating a sailboat. My parents and I used to go out on the lake with my grandparents all the time when they owned a cabin up in Canada. We always vacationed there in the summer," he explained.
"Well, if you're a good fuck, I can always excuse some incompetency anyway," Brian remarked, earning a resounding slap on the ass from the blond. "Ow!" he yelled. "Watch it, you twat! Unlike you, there's not much padding back there."
Justin quickly pinched both of the brunet's butt cheeks playfully, as Brian unsuccessfully tried to dodge him. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he pronounced, as Brian glared at him. Justin smiled at him innocently as he leaned in under the spray of water to rinse himself off. "But you like my padding," he insisted, eyes twinkling at the other man.
Brian curled his mouth under to keep from openly smiling in return. "Well, it does serve its purpose at times," he admitted grudgingly. At the other man's pout, Brian chuckled out loud now. "Come on, Sunshine," he urged the other man, intending to lean down and give his husband a short, albeit resounding kiss and exit the shower; as usual, however, the kiss quickly deepened into yet another tongue-twisting exploration; both pulled back with red, bruised lips about a minute later, breathing heavily. As they rested their foreheads together to allow their breathing to return to normal, Justin murmured to the other man, "By the way, Captain, I think I owe you a return favor."
"Indeed you do, Ensign Taylor," Brian confirmed, casting his eyes down to his rock-hard cock. "In the immortal words of Popeye, blow me down!" Justin laughed as he dropped to his knees to do just that.