Chapter 6
Jace swiped at the annoying tickle on his nose. He tried everything in his power to stay
asleep. The sun was rising, and the warmth already coated his skin. Colt's awesome sunglasses
kept the brightness away. He had his own ocean wave lullaby urging him back into the comfort
of his dreams. And boy, did he love his dreams. Colt was there, naked, about to suck him off
again. Yeah, dreams were just the bomb.
The damn insistent fly wouldn't leave him alone. Jace carefully turned over on his stomach,
keeping the suntan thing going and the sunglasses in place. Sleep came quickly, and Colt was
still there waiting to take his dick back inside his mouth. Seconds before Jace was to slide back
into Colt's warm mouth, the insect fluttered across his back, and then down around his ass. The
small swim suit he wore gave no protection as the fly crawled down between his legs.
Jace bolted up, prepared to battle the bug to its death, only to find Colt sitting beside him
laughing, using something he'd found along his early morning run to tickle him awake. "Are you
gonna sleep all day?"
"Maybe. You kept me up all night," Jace lay down on his back, turning his head toward
Colt.
"Okay, we can sleep if you want, or when I was in town yesterday preparing our night of
love, I found a cool brochure on a sightseeing tour off the Na Pali coast on a big catamaran with
dinner and drinks. I also read something about a hike that sounded pretty cool. I thought we
could check it out first and then head over to the cruise. The hike looked pretty intense, but I
think a cheer boy can handle it. There were waterfalls and tucked away beaches, and it's
supposed to be so far above sea level you can see everything. The pictures looked cool. I was
thinking we could do that today," Colt said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jace just stared up at him.
"What?" Colt asked after several silent seconds.
"Like go out somewhere together in public?" Jace finally asked, propping up on one elbow.
"We don't have to. I can stay here and have sex with you again, and again, and again. I just
thought you'd like to see the island. Give your ass a little break," Colt said, grinning. The sex
idea seemed to take root. After a minute, Colt's eyes darkened and his grin turned wicked. He
leaned forward, coming in for a kiss as he grazed his hand down Jace's stomach, sliding inside
his Speedo.
"No, wait. What if we see someone we know?" Jace said, stopping Colt from kissing him,
but not the hand sliding into his swimsuit. He wasn't stupid, and with that thought, he rolled his
hips forward and lifted his leg, bending at the knee, giving Colt full access to everything he had
going on down there.
"We can't go as a couple, but we can go as friends. We can just say I saw you and we
decided to team up. Our dates didn't wanna do it. I like you getting hard in my hands and my
mouth. Did you like that blow job I gave you this morning? It was my first. I need practice on
opening up my throat like you do," Colt said, pushing Jace's swim trunks down.
"Okay, it's settled, blowjob first, sightseeing second," Jace said, spreading his legs as Colt
moved to lie between his parted thighs.
"Blowjob first, fucking you second, and sightseeing third," Colt corrected, seconds before
he slid the tip of Jace's cock inside his mouth. Jace lost all reason as he dropped his head back on
the beach towel, savoring the warmth of the sun and the eagerness of his hot lover.
Jace sat strategically across a four top table from Colt, wishing there would have been
another table open. Unfortunately, the cabin was full by the time he and Colt went through the
buffet line. All the good seats were taken. He picked at the shrimp dinner he'd chosen off the
buffet. They offered fish, chicken, and shrimp, and every plate came with two scoops of rice, one
scoop of macaroni salad, and pineapple bars for dessert. The odd combination was something his
healthy side seemed to reject, but he justified all the extra carbs because who really cared what
you ate when you sat across the table from Colt Michaels.
They were late getting to the trails, but managed to spend the rest of the morning and early
afternoon on the hike. They hadn't been able to hike the full Kalalau trail like they'd planned,
actually what Colt thought would be a short hike surprised both of them. They only got as far as
Hanakapi'ai Beach before turning back in order to make their dinner cruise in time.
Another big time destroyer was the secluded make-out session in Colt's rental car. Jace
successfully fought Colt's octopus arms, keeping his clothes in place while they sat in the
parking lot of the cruise line. Colt did everything he could to talk Jace out of getting on this boat
and just going back home. But in Jace's far too reasonable mind, Colt had already paid for
everything in advance; he spent a couple hundred dollars on the dinner cruise alone, and he felt
like they needed to see it through. Besides, in Jace's estimation, they were doing a great job at
pulling off the friends deal, and he really wanted to see the amazing coastline from a huge
catamaran. Who knew if he would ever be back in Hawaii again?
Based on all the female attention at their table, Jace decided he might not have been wise in
insisting they eat in the main cabin. The girls wouldn't leave them alone, they never got a
minute's break from all the attention, and there was zero chance to look out on the Hawaiian
coastline. Every available table had an obstructed view. No matter how Jace twisted or turned, he
couldn't keep an eye on the island as they passed by.
From the deck, the views were gorgeous. They drew Jace in, mesmerizing coastline for as
far as the eye could see. Emerald green pinnacles towered above the turquoise water, and velvet
green cliffs were decorated with waterfalls that plummeted into deep, narrow valleys. The colors
alone were amazing; at times the sheer sea cliffs looked as if they'd been hand painted with the
red dirt of Kauai. Jace snapped hundreds of photos, wanting to remember every minute of the
tour. Regretfully, none included Colt, although he seriously wanted to. He was forced to etch the
memory in his brain of how handsome Colt looked leaning against the rail with the majestic
coastline backdrop behind him.
Alcohol was flowing like crazy for the entire trip, and spring break had the cruise packed
full of tourists. The whole experience was beyond anything Jace's lower middle class
background had ever before offered. Being on a boat in the middle of the Pacific Ocean was
something Jace never thought he'd get an opportunity to do, and he truly loved every minute. He
just wished he could share the experience with Colt like a normal couple.
Jace didn't begrudge the flirtatious banter of the two current females parked at the table with
them, or the ones who'd hiked along beside them through the trails. Much like the coastline
outside, Colt just had that draw. People flocked to him like flies to honey. From the time they
started the hike, until the time they were back seated in the car, people they met along the way
seemed to cling and follow them everywhere. And it had nothing to do with Jace. He learned
early on, his entire game plan for the day was to stay quiet, and that's pretty much what he'd
done. For Colt, this seemed a big fun game, sneaking private moments and simple touches when
no one was looking. To Jace, it was just incredibly stressful to hide his body's reaction from
everyone around him every time Colt made one of those bold, secret moves.
Acting straight with girls flirting was another incredibly difficult thing for Jace. In no time
of his life could he ever remember any girl actually coming on to him. He grew up in a small
town, all his years in the same school system with the same group of friends. From the time he
was a little boy, he'd loved gymnastics and dance. His very well-adjusted, stable parents knew
about his sexuality before he ever did. He cheered from junior high all the way through high
school. Girls were his friends, never a romantic interest, and they always just somehow knew he
was gay. That same attitude lasted through college. He couldn't remember being hit on by a girl
one time in his entire life, until these two at the table popped into his life.
Neither seemed to clue in on his sexual orientation or Colt's for that matter, and both looked
eager for whichever one wanted the hook-up. Jace gave Colt one hundred percent of the credit.
He could totally see the football guys all wanting to be Colt's wingman. Colt's good looks and
fun attitude would draw the females in for the whole group of guys.
"Don't you like your drink," Colt asked from across the table. All eyes were trained on Jace,
and he realized his internal dialog must have been noticeable.
"Yeah, it's fine," he said to Colt's grin and wink. Colt drained his Mai Tai and raised his
hand to the waiter, motioning for another round for the table.
"I love mine… they're so good. Jace, there's a cool club close to the beach. It's fifty cent
beer night. It was packed last night. You two should come!" Mandy said, grinning super big. All
Jace could do was stare at her as she flashed her boobs at him. Her sheer, crisscross cover-up,
with no bathing suit top underneath didn't quite cover anything. Did she know? Surely she did.
But if she didn't, would she be completely mortified later? After a minute, Jace grew a spine and
finally confronted the problem.
"You know, your top keeps opening," Jace whispered so as not to draw any attention. He
could feel the blush on his face at his words. Colt actually rolled his eyes at Jace.
"I know! Right? They're new. A graduation gift from my parents." Mandy squealed in
delight, quickly opening her cover-up, exposing her large, perfectly shaped silicone breasts for
both Jace and Colt's inspection. First, she turned to Colt, and then to Jace, shaking her shoulders
at him. They bounced as he stared.
"Touch them," she said, reaching out and grabbing his hand. She was fast and before he
could even blink, his palm covered an exposed breast, and she squeezed his hand, encouraging
him to feel her up. "They feel real, don't they?"
"That's not fair! My parents won't get me any!" Tonya spoke up, reaching across the small
table to take the drink the roving waiter placed in front her. Jace had no idea what to say. His big
eyes looked over at Colt who was absolutely no help. Colt laughed so hard, he was having a hard
time staying in his seat. The waiter placed another Mai Tai in front of him, even though Jace
hadn't drunk any of the other three sitting there, but it appeared, the waiter only had eyes for the
tipsy female's breasts and never noticed he didn't need another refill.
"That's because your breasts are great, Tonya! Show them," Mandy said, encouraging her
friend. Jace was horrified. His gaze flipped to Tonya, praying she wouldn't expose herself, and
thank God, she didn't.
"I love them! If I could go topless, I would!" Mandy said, loosely covering herself back up
when the captain walked by, giving them the eye. The problem was the captain didn't eye them
in a negative way. He clearly approved of the show, grinning down at the girls. It seemed just
enough incentive to have Tonya popping her bikini top up, flashing everyone in the room. Damn.
"See, I told you, you have great boobs!" Mandy said, downing the rest of her Mai Tai. Jace
dropped his head to his palm. Why hadn't he listened to Colt? He was absolutely positive he was
an embarrassingly bright shade of red at the moment. They should have gone back to their
bungalow like Colt wanted. At least he would have had a much better reason for blushing. But
no, he'd insisted on going on this little excursion and up till dinner had pretty much enjoyed
himself.
"Where's that bar?" Colt asked, still laughing. They had drawn the attention of everyone on
the boat. All of the sudden, the Na Pali coastline wasn't near as interesting as the pretty blonde
girl exposing herself to everyone seated near them.
"It's just down the road from Polynesian Treasures. Like a few miles south of Kapa'a, it's
called The Dry Dock. You can't miss it. Let me give you my number. Call me when you get in
the area. We can go with you, right, Tonya?" Mandy said, running her hand up Jace's thigh.
What the hell? He looked over at Tonya, and her eyes were focused on Colt. Apparently they'd
made their decision between the two of them. Mandy leaned into Jace. He thought she might
have tried for a whisper, but didn't pull it off at all.
"I'm a sure bet. We can just go back to your place if you want, Jacey." Mandy grinned up at
him, and evidently Colt caught the action of her hand running up his thigh or maybe just the deer
in headlights look that surely decorated his crimson face. Obviously the amusement couldn't be
controlled, Colt burst out a laugh so hard he did finally topple from his seat.
"I… I'm here with someone," Jace offered lamely, stopping her hand from winding its way
any farther up his leg.
"That's okay. I like girls too. Tonya and I do it for guys all the time. They love that shit! I
bet you would, too."
"His date won't go for that. Very jealous! Give me your number. I'll call you when we
come back into town." Colt saved him, and she moved closer to Colt, spouting out her phone
number. Tonya followed suit because clearly, Mandy wasn't going to tread on her chosen
territory.
Jace used the opportunity to escape. He stood quickly, dropping his napkin on the table.
"I'm going to the restroom," he stammered, taking several steps backward as he spoke. Jace
turned on his heel, heading for the door, completely unprepared for the busboy in his path. The
contents of the tray went flying, crashing down around them, and just like with the breast, every
eye in the cabin looked his way.
Fuck my life!
"That was hilarious." Colt laughed as they walked down the boat ramp. "I mean, honestly,
when you ran into that waiter. Oh man!"
"Not funny, and I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I was just so uncomfortable. And those two
girls… Man! Thank God Mandy seemed into the captain; we might not have ever gotten free.
This whole hiding thing makes me crazy. I'm not any good at it. I freaked myself out," Jace
rambled, dropping his hands in his pockets as they walked across the parking lot to the car.
"Whooo hooo! Call me!" Mandy yelled from a car Tonya drove, speeding from the parking
lot.
Jace rolled his eyes. "Is it safe for her to be driving?"
"Probably not. They said they would call a cab." Colt shrugged, his easy attitude firmly in
place as he watched the car's back lights until they couldn't be seen.
"So you felt her up… huh?" Colt nudged him in the shoulder.
"Don't even say another word. You aren't funny, and give me the keys. You drank too
much to drive." Colt laughed, but tossed Jace the keys and headed for the passenger side.
"Let's stay at the bungalow from now on. I think we're safer there. At least I won't be
forced to feel up anyone," Jace said, as he settled into his seat. "And plus, apparently I don't like
sharing. I wanted more of your attention. When you said a dinner cruise, I had something totally
different in mind."
As Jace reached to start the car, Colt was on him, turning him for a deep thorough kiss.
Several minutes later, when they surfaced, Colt's palms held Jace's face, staring into his eyes.
"You wanna hear something crazy?" Colt whispered.
"I don't know," Jace said, worry in his eyes. What could be crazier than the dinner they
shared?
"It made me jealous when she grabbed your hand," Colt said. Jace could only stare at him.
He had no idea how to respond. "I think we should stay at the beach house too, so I don't have to
bitch slap a ho for touching you again! Now drive us home or find someplace to park. I want to
practice my blowjob skills. Goddamn, Jace Montgomery! It turns my shit on to have you in my
mouth. I love giving you a blowjob."
Jace sat there a minute, staring at Colt who leaned in, gave him a chaste kiss, and wiggled
his eyebrows. Jace had to get a hold of his body in order to even remember how to drive. After a
second, his brain did finally work again. He started the car, backed out of the parking space, and
began to drive with Colt's head propped on his shoulder, his hand running back and forth over
his thigh. Man, he wanted more of these moments.
