The boys' 'undate' continues. What else does Brian have in store for their adventure together?
Thirty minutes later, I was stuffed to the gills, but in absolute heaven. Somehow Brian had managed to not only figure out my favorite kind of funnel cake, but also a lot of my most cherished breakfast foods: Belgium waffles with whipped cream and peaches, scrambled eggs, maple sausage links, and freshly-squeezed orange juice. I had eaten every bite, and had made a serious dent into the funnel cake, leaving about half of it for later. I noticed that Brian had eaten about an eighth of what I had: a few bites of egg and a couple of the links, proclaiming that with the maple enhancement they had tasted more like Aunt Jemima pancakes rather than any type of recognizable meat. But I had thought the entire meal had been absolutely heavenly.
Brian rose to his feet as he downed the last of his coffee and placed the mug back down on the buffet. "Enjoyed your meal, Dudley?" he asked me as I nodded with a smile. He nodded back at me. "Well, if you think you can get up now without too much waddling, let's get going. Don't forget your supplies."
I decided to overlook the 'waddling' comment as I asked, "Where are we...?"
Brian promptly cut me off by placing his hand across my mouth. "Will you shut up with the incessant questions already?" he groused. "Trust me; you'll like it, okay? Sheesh!"
He reached for my hand to place it in his and began to pull me out of the gazebo; that immediately shut me up then, because I was too busy marveling at the feel of his hand in mine. I was surprised, too, that he didn't let it go as we strolled down the boardwalk toward the entrance. It felt amazing, and my whole body seemed to come alive just with that one, simple gesture. I looked over at Brian, but he seemed lost in thought as we walked by the shop that Daphne worked in; I stole a peek over at it to see her standing at the entrance with her mouth gaping open. I thought she was about to say something, so I quickly placed my index finger over my lips in a plea for her to remain silent as I smiled at her like a giddy fool. She gave me a subtle 'thumbs up' and a beaming smile of approval as we walked by, knowing that I would fill her in later on exactly who the Greek God was that I was currently holding hands with.
A few minutes later, Brian led me down to the parking lot, still holding onto my hand as we walked companionably together amidst row after row of vehicles. Finally, he let go of my hand as we stopped - right next to a shiny, black, bad-ass Harley Davidson motorcycle.
I stood there with my mouth agape as he turned to me and asked with that ever-present smirk on his face, "Ever ridden before, Justin? A bike, I mean."
I promptly turned red again over his double entendre; he seemed to excel at embarrassing me - and taking inordinate delight in doing so. But I was too busy ogling our apparent transportation at the moment to care. "No," I replied as I stared at it in awe; there were two helmets dangling from the seat back, and a black, leather, fringed saddle bag on the rear. "You're going to take me for a ride?" I asked, before I realized how I had phrased it.
Brian waggled his eyebrows at me and smiled broadly. "That's the idea," he told me. "At least I certainly hope so," he added huskily as I felt the heat spread throughout my body as an image sprung to my mind. He took the bag of supplies I had with me and stowed them securely in the oversized saddlebag.
"Grab a helmet; I hate wearing the damn things, but it's the law here. We're going for a ride up the Pacific Coast Highway. You haven't seen the ocean until you've seen it from the back of a Harley." My eyes lit up as I reached for one of the helmets and strapped it on my head as Brian did the same; a few seconds later, he hopped on and started the bike up, motioning for me to climb on behind him. Placing my hands around his waist, I thought I would die of bliss as he leaned back against my chest and I pulled him more tightly against me. The feeling of his muscled body against mine was indescribably delicious as he shouted back at me over the din of the engine, "Hang on!" just before he gave the bike some gas and it began to move. He slowly proceeded out of the parking lot and then turned onto the two-lane boulevard heading out toward the Pacific Coast Highway, instructing me to lean my body in the direction of our turns as he sped up and roared off.
It was like a feeling I had never felt before as we rode; a feeling of freedom and independence, and being with Brian on the back of such a magnificent bike under a warm, clear, bright blue sky was like being unfetterd from my tedious cage back at the resort as I marveled at the magestic ocean view beside us.
After several minutes, Brian turned his head to peer at me. "Doing okay?" he shouted as I nodded back at him with a smile and gripped his waist tighter. Finally, I saw a sign stating that we were entering the town of Carmel, and soon we had slowed down to a more reasonable speed as he stopped in the middle of the quaint, downtown shopping area and pulled over to the curb to stop.
Turning the motor off, he set the kickstand down and hopped off as he pulled his helmet off, displaying a mass of tangled, tousled, brown hair, kissed with golden highlights under the mid-morning sun. I pulled my own helmet off as I twisted around to disembark, Brian grasping my waist to help me as I slid off. We stood there face to face for several seconds, as the mingling crowd around us completely disappeared, before I shyly smiled at him before he let go of me.
As we looked around, I wondered if I had affected Brian the same way that he had just affected me, but I soon discovered he had his eye on something else, at least temporarily, as he let out a whistle.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, an eager, excited lilt to his voice. "Would you look at those?" He grabbed my wrist and began to pull me toward a crowd gathered several yards away; blocking the entire downtown area were rows and rows of cars - expensive, vintage cars. Obviously we had hit upon some sort of car show, and by the look Brian had on his face, he was like a kid in a candy store. His entire face was lit up and his eyes were large and expressive as he grinned over at me from ear to ear. "Let's go take a look!"
Two hours later, we had managed to see all of the cars - and Brian had even persuaded one of the owners to take him for a ride while I happily investigated the myriad of artist galleries nearby. We met back up in front of a small café where the two of us drank some cappuccino and people-watched the 'snobby rich' walking by on the sidewalk for several minutes until it was time to head back out onto the highway, Brian having secured a boxed lunch for the both of us to consume later.
The highway wound around some of the most gorgeous scenery I had ever seen until we ascended to a higher altitude; that was when it became downright jaw-dropping as Brian turned off onto a dirt road that let him ride directly down onto the beach. He parked his bike near a shop that said "Boat rentals" as I looked at him questioningly.
"Ever been on one of those?" he asked me as I shook my head.
"Well, no time like the present!" I had just enough time to grab my supplies before he pulled me over to the rental place that resembled a medium-sized tiki hut. Ten minutes, two life jackets and a little verbal instruction later, we were out on the water, cruising at breakneck speed in a sleek racing boat, the water spraying up into our faces and the wind whipping around us as we took off for parts unknown.
Brian looked like a pro behind the wheel, however, as I sat beside him; his entire face was relaxed and his enthusiasm was contagious as we smiled over at each other, and I had to admit I was having a grand time.
After a while, he steered the boat toward a secluded cove and came to a stop near a small, hand-built pier. After anchoring the boat with a couple of ropes, he jumped out into the shallow water and turned to face me and held his arms out toward me, the only sounds now heard the lazy lapping of the waves and the seagulls circling overhead. I slid the sack of supplies onto my shoulder to shield them from any moisture before Brian grabbed me under the arms to help me down. We stood there in the water then, inches apart, and it was like I was controlled by a magnetic force as he pulled me closer to his body and kissed me, deeply and languidly under the lazy, noontime sky.
I gasped at the sensations flooding through me as I slid my arms around his waist and he did the same, our bodies virtually touching from head to toe. I could clearly feel his desire for me even through the wet denim as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding out to push inside my mouth and lick across my lower lip. It was the most amazing, sensuous, mind-blowing thing I had ever experienced, and his hands seemed to be everywhere on my body as I held on for dear life, afraid my legs would give out on me if he let me go.
Finally, trembling in his arms, we broke apart, my breathing labored as we waded ashore hand-in-hand, my precious bag of art supplies - and sun blocker - kept dry and secure as I held it above my waist.
The sand was coarser here but soft and warm as we walked on shore and collapsed onto the beach, both of us propping ourselves up by our elbows as we looked out onto the crystal-clear, blue water. We were completely hidden from where we sat companionably together, almost as if we were the only two people on Earth. Surprisingly, knowing that I was there all alone with this amazingly handsome, forceful man didn't make me scared or nervous; throughout our journey today he had slowly been opening up to me so I could see the 'real' Brian Kinney now - beauty, warts and all - and I was finding myself completely mesmerized by him instead of intimidated by him.
"It's so peaceful here," he murmured as I turned my head to look at him and nod in agreement. As if he were thinking exactly what I had been thinking, he added, "It's almost like we're the only two people in existence out here."
As I drunk in his classic, casual elegance - his clothing plastered to his skin like a custom-made glove, outlining every muscle and angle of his body - I couldn't help myself. "Brian, let me draw you," I whispered urgently, already glancing around to see where he could pose for me.
He looked into my eyes and I didn't notice one hint of ridicule there as he nodded back at me, seeming to instinctively understand what I needed as he stood up to pull his wet shirt over his head. He vigorously shook his head from side to side as water droplets scattered everywhere; I laughed as some of them sprayed into my eyes and he grinned down at me playfully.
My laughter died on my lips, however, as he stepped out of his flip flops and pulled the fly of his jeans apart to unzip them before, grasping the waistband, he pulled the constricting material - along with his briefs - down his long, tanned legs. Moments later, he had flung the water-laden clothing down onto the sand and stood there facing me, gloriously naked, unabashed and totally majestic-looking.
I found my eyes widening - and my mouth watering - at he stared unflinchingly into my eyes. "Where do you want me?" he asked seductively, the double meaning hanging heavy in the air as I cleared my throat to get my bearings.
I swallowed as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest before I finally responded, "Over on that rock." There was a large boulder that jutted out halfway into the water where Brian could pose; part of the island that curved around behind him would provide a perfect setting for my sketch. "But you'll need something underneath you, or it will get uncomfortable after a while. Wait a minute," I told him as I hurried down and, wading into the water, reached for a couple of the vinyl, padded boat cushions inside that could be used as a flotation device during emergencies. Heading back up to him, I wordlessly handed them to him.
He nodded as I watched him saunter like a graceful panther over to the rock and climb on top of it, setting the cushions down first. He seemed to instinctively know how I wanted him to pose as he sat down on top of it in profile and stretched his long, lean legs out in front of him, propping his upper body up by the palms of his hands as he faced out toward the ocean, his cock lying impressively against his thigh. "Like this?" he asked me softly as I eagerly nodded, reaching in to snag my sketchbook and pencils.
"Yes," I answered breathlessly. "That's perfect." YOU'RE perfect, I thought to myself as I flipped open my sketchbook and got to work; I was like a demon possessed as my fingers flew over the paper and Brian's magnificent form slowly began to come to life.