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He put more lotion on his fingertips, then reached between his legs and touched the puckered skin of his hole.
The comforter was suddenly confining, tangling around his legs, so he kicked himself free. The risk of being caught in such an exposed position ramped up his arousal another notch as he brought his fingers back to his hole and circled the sensitive opening. He pressed the tip of his finger against it, felt it give way, his finger slipping inside about half an inch, sliding against skin that was surprisingly smooth.
His opening clenched around the intrusion, then relaxed, and he pushed his finger in farther before pulling out. He closed his eyes as he pushed back inside himself. A drop of precum slid down the side of his cock, its heat making Micah moan and buck his hips, his finger slipping inside a little bit more as he teased his opening with the tip of a second finger.
His cock was leaking precum, so he grabbed hold of it with his other hand, stroking as he thrust his fingers into his hole, then pulled them back again. It felt so good, he couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to have Jake’s cock in his ass rather than his own fingers, and he moaned again, pushed deeper, stroked harder. He felt the first tendrils of orgasm and punched his hips forward, dick sliding through his slick palm.
A shout from the other side of the hull made him freeze. He slid his fingers from his hole.
“Don’t stop.”
His eyes flew open to see Jake standing in the cabin doorway. He closed them in embarrassment. Could this day get any worse?
Jake
He hadn’t meant to say anything. Hell, he hadn’t meant to see anything either when he’d come inside to get something to drink, except maybe Micah curled up asleep. But then he’d heard a soft groan and ragged exhale he recognized immediately, and he couldn’t help it. He’d tracked those sounds back from the kitchen to the bedrooms.
Bedrooms. Plural. Christ, this boat was enormous. Jake had seen boats like this at the San Francisco Yacht Club’s marina, he’d even been on a couple when friends’ families went out for the day, but this one took the cake. And watching Micah pilot it out of the boathouse and into the Sound, looking all gorgeous and wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks? Unbelievably hot.
But it was nothing compared to the sight of Micah naked and writhing on top of his bed, one hand stroking his dick, two fingers pumping in and out of his hole. Jake’s hand snaked into his Speedo to keep his own dick from snapping in half, he’d gotten hard so fast. The sounds Micah was making had Jake grabbing hold of his own cock and stroking himself in time with Micah, and damn, it felt good.
Alex—who was still outside in the water, messing around with the two blondes who’d joined them from another boat—called for Jake, loud enough that it sounded like he was in the room with them. Micah startled, his fingers sliding from his ass, then froze.
“Don’t stop,” Jake said, unable to keep himself from speaking.
Micah’s eyes flew open as he realized Jake was in the cabin with him. In an instant, shame turned his face bright red. He closed his eyes tight and turned away, curling in on himself.
In two strides, Jake was by the bed. He put a hand on Micah’s shoulder, but the contact just made Micah curl up tighter.
“Mi…”
“Go away.”
“I didn’t mean to see you.”
Micah flinched, and Jake took his hand away no matter how much he wanted to keep touching him.
“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. It was fucking hot.”
“Oh, God.” Micah rolled over and buried his face in a pillow. “Please go away.”
Jake waited for Micah to turn around, but after a minute passed with no sign of movement, Jake left him in peace. He slid the door to the cabin shut as he left and climbed the stairs to the main deck.
Alex, the two girls, and a really good-looking guy were bobbing in the water just outside Micah’s room.
“You coming back in?” Alex called and then yelled for Micah to come and join them.
Jake dived off the side and broke through the water a few feet from Alex. “He’s taking a nap.” He nodded to the porthole closest to them.
“Jeez.” Alex rolled his eyes, then hollered, “Go jerk off in your parents’ bed, Mikey. There’s more room!”
The horror Jake felt was all on Micah’s behalf. He jumped on Alex, dunking him, and when Alex resurfaced, sputtering and wiping his eyes, Jake told him to cut the shit out and suggested they all head toward the other boat. Alex gave him a side-eyed glance but moved off.
They spent the rest of the afternoon with the trio, drinking, swimming, and sunning on the deck of their boat, but Micah never emerged to join them. Jake kept looking, even asked Alex a couple of times if they should check on him, but Alex was preoccupied with the blondes and told him to relax and enjoy himself.
“Micah’s a big boy. He can take care of himself.”
Jake should have been able to take Alex’s advice. The guy—Emerson—turned out to be bi and interested, which was usually enough for Jake. He wasn’t feeling it, though, and kept brushing aside Emerson’s flirtatious comments until he gave up and turned his attention to Alex and the blondes.
