“So beautiful,” Dylan said.
Of course, over the vibrator and his moans, I could hardly hear him. Dylan waited till I’d completely finished shooting, before scooping up all my cum on his fingers. I collapsed on the bed and opened my mouth to moan, only to have him shove his fingers in my mouth.
“Eat it,” he instructed. So I licked his fingers cleans over and over again till he was sure I’d eaten all of my cum.
“Wow.” I said coming down from my high and looking up adoringly at Dylan’s perfect face.
Dylan turned off the vibrator and listened to me pant as my heart rate slowed down. He untied my ankles and wrists, where I had red marks along where the rope had been tied. Dylan made sure to kiss all the areas better as I rolled to my side with Dylan being the bigger spoon behind me.
“How was it?” Dylan questioned kissing along my neck. I let out a quite moan.
“Better than you could imagine.” I said straining my neck back to look at his perfect face again as he held him closer. I turned my head only to have it pushed back onto the pillow while Dylan kissed my neck.
“Thanks for the midnight show, Paul.” Dylan replied. “I don’t think I will
be bored for awhile.
I laughed weakly, to tired out for anything better. Dylan was always bored, and always eating too.
“Thank you for an amazing fuck and cum, Dylan.”
“Let’s try and get some sleep.” Dylan giggled. He knew that would be
impossible with his cock lined up along side my crack.
“Then you can kiss me all day tomorrow.” He continued flipping the vibrator on and off again and again in front of me, I pushed my head back against his chest. I could do nothing but smile and fall asleep.
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The next morning when I woke up I could feel something hard pushing against my ass. I moaned and rubbed my eyes, when I went to sit up I found it impossible; I had someone draped over me with their face in my neck. I tried to slide myself out gently without waking him up, as I got one leg off the bed he stirred.
“Where do you think you going?” Dylan said tightening his limply draped arms into a tight hug.
“I thought you were asleep, didn’t think you’d notice,” I mumbled, pushing back onto the bed and into the hug.
“I’ve been awake for a hours, watching you sleep, your so cute when you sleep,” he said, running his hand through my hair and kissing my neck, “especially when you start sleep talking,” grinning as he whispered into my ear.
“I talk in my sleep? What was I saying?”
“Nothing important, don’t worry,”
“Pretty please tell me?” I pleaded, touching his cock lightly where it rested against my crack, he sighed when I did this.
“Fine,” he said with a moan, “it really wasn’t important, you were just saying my name, and once or twice saying something else like ‘don’t leave me’ or ‘I love you’, it was kinda’ cute.”
I blushed when he said this and tried to bury my face in the mattress, he toyed with my hair.
“Its ok, it wasn’t a bad thing,” he kissed the back of my neck, “besides, its nice to know how you really feel.”
“But couldn’t you just ask,” I mumbled hoping he hadn’t heard.
“No, besides, this way was more fun,” he said releasing his grip slightly, “now come on sleepy, we should probably get up before someone comes looking for us.”
“What time is it?” I asked attempting to roll over and kiss him, I think I managed to get his shoulder, not quite where I was aiming for, but just as good.
“Nearly 9”
“And you didn’t wake me up!?” I demanded, worried about how much time I’d spent sleeping against him.
“I didn’t want to, you were so cute, and I was to comfy,” he said, shifting so his privates pushed against my ass. I moaned quietly and pulled his arms around me, “Come on sook.”
He lugged me up out of the bed then dragged me around to the chair in corner. I began to wonder how much Rebecca had spent on the boat. This thought was dashed when he started running around the room.
“What do you want to wear today?”
“What?”
“What. Do. You. Want. To. Wear?”
“Oh umm, you choose can pick?”
“Hmm, ok,” he laughed, rushing to my bag, and ripping through it.
He pulled out a pair of black jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of my smallest black undies. Stacking them up and throwing them to me. He ushered to me to start dressing so I pulled on the undies, with him watching me. He came over to me and stood behind me, reaching around and tweaking my nipples making me jolt in my place while I pulled up the jeans. Once I had those up, he stuck his hands down them, pushing past the rim of my undies and squeezing my ass. I blushed again and let a small moan out, making him burst out laughing. He sat me back down on the chair and lifted my arms to put my t-shirt on.
“Why all the extra attention?”
“Aren’t I aloud to look after you after wearing you out last night, I’m sure you must be a little sore? Don‘t you like me paying attention?”
“No! I like it! Just curious as to why since yesterday morning you seemed like you were trying to drive me off, and now today, your just so different.”
“And your confused?”
“Well, a little.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into him to kiss my neck.
“Do you mind being kept my little secret? For me and only me?”
“No…” I mumbled, pushing back and nuzzling into his shoulder. If we got to stay together, he could keep me in a box in his closet.
He dragged me back off the chair fully dressed, draping my arms around his shoulders and dragging me to the galley. Plonking me down on the chair and going to the fridge.
“What do you want for breaky?” he asked, rummaging through the fridge.
“Ummm,” I said staring at his crotch.
“Not gonna happen bubs, where outta’ bed, and you’re my little secret remember,” he said, walking over and squeezing my cheeks to make a fishy face. I pouted as he released me and scuffed my hair.
“How ‘bout cereal?” he asked tickling my stomach.
“Fine,” I mumbled pushing his hand away. He made a confused face, flattened out my hair, and went to the cupboard.
“How about cornflakes?”
“Is there fruit loops?”
“Umm… No. There’s cornflakes, weet-bix or rice bubbles?”
“Cornflakes,” I said, deliberately lacing my voice with disappointment.
“If you don’t cheer up then I’ll just go wake Freya up?”
“No!”
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were just a teensy bit jealous of her?” he said with a sly expression, placing 2 bowls on the counter and pushing one to me.
“Like you wouldn’t be…” I mumbled.
“What?”
“Nothing…”
“Bullshit. You’re the worlds worst liar. You couldn’t even lie straight in bed last night.”
“You would know,” I said, flicking a piece of cereal at him.
“Oh. My. God. You are jealous of her! That’s so cute. You’re getting jealous. I wish I could photo it,” he said framing me with his hands, while I tried to hide my face in my cereal.
“Its not funny.”
“You’re right, its not, Its hilarious. Pauly Wally is jealous,” he mocked, pinching my cheek.
I ate my breakfast in silence, sulking in the process. Occasionally he’d play with my hair or tickle my chin. I began to wonder where everyone else was, then realised the time. It was nearly 10.30, so I guess every one would be up and about. I finished my breakfast, then rushed up to the top deck. To the empty top deck, I trotted back down the steps slowly.
“Where is everyone?” I asked to no-one in particular.
“Rebecca, Matt and Kaya went for a dive; and Freya’s in her room.”
“So you forced me out of bed, just so that the others wouldn’t come looking, at say… LUNCHTIME!” I heard Freya stir in her room and open the door when I shouted.
“Good Morning Dylan. Paul.” She said, nodding in my direction and hugging Dylan.
“Hey,” he said kissing her on top of the head. I fake gagged.
“How are you this morning Paul? You seem to have eaten something bad?”
“I think your right, something’s making me queasy,” I said, the acid practically pouring out with the words.
This type of banter continued till lunch time. When Dylan suggested a board game since the others still weren’t back.
“How about snakes and ladders?” Freya suggested.
“No, what about a card game?” My ears perked up the second he mentioned cards and I glared at him. Screaming in my mind ‘NO ARE YOU STUPID!’.
“What sort?”
“Iunno. Poker? Go Fish?”
“How about go fish, I know how to play that?” I said, trying to turn the conversation around.
“I’ve seen you play poker before. You always lose,” winking at me,” But I’ve seen you play.”
“Well go fish seems more appropriate. We are on a boat.”
“That’s the first logical things I’ve ever heard you say Paul,” Freya tacked quickly to the end of my sentence.
“Ha-Ha. Why don’t you guys play something, I’m going to go lie down,” I said, lifting myself up from the lounge and striding quickly down the stairs and to the bedroom.
I threw myself face down on the bed and let out a small scream of frustration. Was I just some toy for him to use when he saw fit? Maybe I’ll fall over board and get eaten by a shark. Not likely, but maybe. Or I could fall into the propeller. I suppose that really defeats the purpose since I still won’t be anymore enlightened.
After about 5 minutes I rolled over onto my back and looked for patterns in the wood panelling. I imagine at this point Dylan and Freya were doing what Dylan and I should have been doing. At least, what I think we should have been doing. So maybe it would just be like this. Maybe he’d like it better if I wasn’t in the equation. I always seem to complicate everything. Friendships, relationships, everything.
I picked my phone up off the floor and started going through my play lists. Paramore, perfect for wallowing in self pity. Fences, Somebody Just Like Me, We Are Broken, Stop this Song; All perfect for the occasion. I lay there listening to them and waiting for my brain to turn off.
To be Continued…?
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Next one wont be out for a while, And it will be written from Dylan’s point of veiw (coz it’d be kinda freaky if I was dead and still talking).
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