“Thought so.” Drew shook his head. “Me thinks that waiter is part matchmaker.”
“Yep, it does sound that way.” Kris paused. “But wait, you never answered my question.”
“Yeah, you goof, Ido‘like’ like you.” Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on Kris’s mouth. Gentle at first, it slowly heated up. He pushed Kris onto his back and slid on top of him. They kissed deeply, tasting and sucking.
After a few minutes, Kris pulled away, breathless. “Wow,” he panted, “I’ve wanted to do that since we got on the ship.”
“Really?” Drew giggled. “We wasted all that time? Please tell me we don’t have to waste anymore.”
“We don’t,” Kris assured him. Feeling Drew’s hardening length on his thigh, Kris rolled them over so that he was on top, then ground his thick cock against Drew’s.
They made out for a while, rubbing together and stroking each other’s backs and asses, when suddenly, Drew pulled away. “We can’t do this!”
“Whaddya mean? Why not?” Kris was confused.
“Look at the time; we need to meet up with your family for drinks, and I’ll be damned if we get there smelling like sex.”
“But, but …” Kris whined.
“I know they think we’re boyfriends, and I guess now we kinda are, or at least we’re closer than we were before.” Drew grinned slyly. “But it wouldn’t feel right. Not yet. But I do have an idea.”
“I’m listening.”
“Whaddya say we skip any after-dinner plans anyone comes up with and just come back here. We can pick up where we left off.”
“You come up with the best ideas.” Kris chuckled.
CHAPTER6
Drew
“There’sa piano player taking requests in the Lighthouse Lounge tonight,” Dee told the group over coffee. “He’s got a new set starting at ten thirty.” She glanced at her watch. “We can probably make it if everyone’s ready.”
“Have fun,” Kris said. “Drew and I have decided to call it a night. But you can tell us all about it when we see you tomorrow.” He got up to leave.
Kat was sitting next to Drew, and she pulled him close. “Is everything okay?”
“Better than okay,” he whispered in her ear. “Meet us for breakfast tomorrow, and we’ll tell you all about it.” Drew quickly followed Kris out of the dining room.
“We’re having breakfast with Kat and Courtney in the morning,” Drew told Kris as they walked away.
“Fine. But since I skipped dessert at dinner, I hope you’re planning on making it up to me,” Kris teased.
When they reached their cabin, Drew pushed Kris through the door and wrapped his arms around him. “Is it me, or did dinner take way too long tonight?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Kris said, pulling off his shirt.
As they kissed, Kris unbuttoned Drew’s shirt and nudged it off his shoulders. Drew tugged at Kris’s belt, and before long, his slacks pooled at his feet. Kris followed Drew’s lead, never breaking the kiss. Standing together in their underwear, Drew palmed Kris’s crotch, lightly rubbing his cotton-encased shaft.
Kris moaned and shoved his hands down the back of Drew’s briefs, squeezing his ass cheeks.
“Still too many clothes,” Drew panted. He snagged the waistband of Kris’s underwear and pulled, freeing his hard cock. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and ran his thumb along the edge of the velvet head. He fell to his knees and lapped at the head of Kris’s dick before covering it with his mouth and sucking lightly.
“Oh God, yes,” cried Kris. “So good.”
Drew loved giving head, so he pushed Kris onto the bed and crawled between his legs, kissing and licking up his thighs until he reached his prize. He ran his tongue along the underside of Kris’s dick, briefly tickling the frenulum with the tip of his tongue. As he felt Kris squirm beneath him, he swallowed him completely, feeling the head of Kris’s cock tap the back of his throat. Nose buried in Kris’s curls, he inhaled deeply, relishing his scent. He pulled off almost completely, just sucking at the head before swallowing him again.
He looked up at Kris and found him staring back, a look of complete bliss on his face. Drew proceeded to lick and kiss down the length and licked Kris’s balls, sucking on them gently. After a few tugs on Kris’s cock, Drew moved lower, pushing Kris’s legs up so that he could lick behind his balls. When he reached his hole, his tongue danced around Kris’s rim, and he heard him pant, “Not gonna last.” Kris had grabbed his own dick and was stroking himself.
