A Royal Christmas Cruise: Stonewall Investigations Miami Page 10

  I kept walking, my eye on the bald head that would weave in and out of the crowd. But I was catching up. He was getting closer. I could almost reach out and grab him by his sweater.

  And then shit hit the fan. Or, well, the ship hit the fan. At least, that’s what it felt like when the ship suddenly rocked to one side, throwing me off my feet. This would have been fine, except I was right next to the table holding the massive Frosty the Snowman cake. When I reached out to stabilize myself, I pushed down on the table. This sent the cake flying into the air, where the head dislodged and came falling down, straight onto my head, landing on top of me with a delicious and loud splat. I couldn’t see or hear anything past the vanilla cake that now covered my entire face.

  I hoped people were at least getting photos, because I had a feeling I looked absolutely crazy.

  11 Nicholas Silva

  “You looked so funny,” I said, handing my phone over to Shy so he could see the photos again as he finished toweling off his head. He had already cracked up at them for a good fifteen minutes, but he just couldn’t get enough it seemed, probably in the same way I couldn’t get enough of his bubbly laughter.

  He cracked up again. “I look nuts.” He handed me back the phone. I looked at the screen, finding myself laughing along with Shy.

  He really did appear crazy. There he was, standing next to a destroyed cake, wearing his ugly sweater and a pair of tight jeans, his head seemingly replaced by a frosted Frosty head, the carrot for the nose having fallen off so he was left with a hole where his real nose started poking out. One of the chocolate button eyes had also fallen, making him look even more rabid.

  It was a sight to behold, and I was so fucking glad I got a photo of it.

  Shiro leaned over the bathroom counter and wiped at the edges of his face with a clean wet towel I had given him. We were in my bathroom, where I figured he would want to clean up, especially after I mentioned the rainfall showerhead. His eyes (although surrounded with thick white frosting) lit up when I mentioned the showerhead.

  He stepped back, the white lights of my bathroom glowing across his body. He had taken off his shirt, keeping on the jeans, which hung low off his cut hips. He looked at himself in the mirror, checking for any stray frosting.

  “All right, I think I just need a shower to get rid of the rest of Frosty’s entrails.”

  I snorted. “Still can’t believe you murdered Frosty the Snowman tonight.”

  “I didn’t murder him! He attacked me. It was self-defense.”

  “Sure. We’ll see if the jury takes that. I hear the North Pole has a very rough court system.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure Judge Rudolph has a nose for picking up on bullshit,” said Shy, his face cracking into a big grin. I spotted a dot of frosting on the corner of his lip.

  “Wait, I think I see Frosty’s liver.”

  With a chuckle, Shiro moved for the towel, but I grabbed his hand. “Here, let me take it off for you.”

  His gaze dropped to my lips as I went for it, kissing the side of his lip, flicking my tongue across the frosting, the sweet taste of it lingering on my tongue for a few seconds before disappearing.

  “There you go,” I said.

  “Oh, now you’ve got some.” It was Shiro’s turn to push in for a kiss. This one wasn’t on the edge of my lips. He landed directly in the center, my lips parting for him. His tongue slipped in, sliding against mine. When he pulled away, we were both smiling. “There. All better.”

  “Go get in the shower,” I said, slapping Shiro’s ass playfully. “You murderer.”

  Shiro gasped, putting a hand to his chest.

  His very sexy and lickable chest.

  “Whatever happened to innocent until proven frosty?”

  “That went out the window when I witnessed the entire thing myself.” I crossed my arms. “Aren’t you supposed to be the detective?”

  Shiro cocked his head and nodded, sucking on his teeth. “Oookay, wow. Well, maybe your eyes deceived you? Ever think of that?” Shiro spoke as he started to unbutton his jeans. He turned and walked over to the shower, pushing aside the glass door and turning it on. The ship gave another strong rock to the side, but nowhere near as bad as the one during the party.

  “All right, banana boy, I’ll let you shower.”

  “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”

  “Nope.”

  “Well,” Shy said, “just so you know, I’m not wearing bananas today.”

  “No? What’s on the menu today, then?”

  A small fire appeared behind his golden eyes. “We’ve got…” He unzipped and tugged his jeans down, revealing a pair of sexy light-blue briefs, no bananas in sight unless you counted the one between his legs. His bulge was barely contained by the thin material. His cock curved downward, I could see the line of his head shadowed against the light blue. “Just some simple blue.”

  “Nothing about you is simple, Shy.”

  He tilted his head up, his gaze locked with mine, those embers growing, jumping the distance that separated us and spreading through me. I swallowed, taking him in up and down, from his sexy toes to the head of messy wet black hair. He had managed to get off most of the frosting with the towel, but a couple strands still showed white. I wanted to run my hands through it, mess it up even more.

  “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  His mouth opened, but no words came. I didn’t need words. In that moment, all I needed was him. I crossed the distance between us, colliding with a kiss. I cupped his head in my hands and steered us backward, the kiss consuming my entire being. I felt the cold counter behind Shiro and pushed him against it.

  Our bodies together made a kind of music that spoke to my fucking soul. And I still didn’t even have him on me, not in the way I wanted.

  “Take these off,” I said, my lips wet. I tugged on Shiro’s blue briefs which barely contained his erection.

  He listened to me, stepping away from the counter and pulling his briefs down. His hard length sprung free, angled up into the air, throbbing, the pink head practically begging to be sucked, already wet with a drop of clear precome. It was the first time I’d ever seen a hard dick in person besides my own, and fuucck, all I could think was, Why did I wait this long?

  I moved back, wanting to admire Shy in all his manly glory.

  And coño did he look glorious. The soft white lights of the bathroom fell across his body like a glowing waterfall, highlighting the curvature of his muscles, creating small shadows that cut across his six-pack, individually defining each rippling ab. His muscular chest dipped and rose with every breath, his nipples already perked, my mouth already watering.

  This was exactly what I wanted. I felt like Shy’s body was the last fucking coke bottle in the desert, and I was deathly dehydrated. Never had I looked at a woman’s body, as beautiful as I thought they were, and feel this sexually attracted, this hungry. I could appreciate a woman’s beauty, but I wanted to devour a man’s.

  There was no doubt in my heart: I was gay, and I wanted Shy in all kinds of different ways.

  My gaze raked over him, dropping down to his heavy cock and balls. He had a well-groomed crown of dark hair over his thick shaft, which throbbed with a need I wanted to answer. He brought his hand down, placed a thumb on his base, gripped the rest in his hand.

  “Like what you see?” he asked, a cockiness in his tone that lit me on fire.

  “I fucking love it.”

  “Then come over here and show me how much you love it.”

  Shiro’s confidence and cocky attitude seemed to have been magnified now that he was butt-ass naked.

  Suddenly, I felt a pang of nerves hit me hard in the gut. This was the first time I’d ever been with a man. The kissing and over-the-clothes fondling I had done in the past didn’t count. It didn’t even hold a candle up to the experience that was having Shiro’s magnificent naked figure standing in front of me, his legs open wide, his thick thighs leading up to his hard cock.
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br />   “Did I break the prince of Spain?” Shiro asked again, lazily stroking himself with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. I realized then that I hadn’t even moved, just continued to stare at him like I’d been hypnotized.

  “Not yet,” I said cheekily, snapping out of my daze. The nerves didn’t go anywhere, but the excitement inside me was stronger. I crossed the bathroom, the white tile cold against the soles of my feet. I did nothing to hide the tent that had formed in my jeans as my dick throbbed to break free.

  I stopped in front of Shiro, looking down and admiring how big he was.

  “Grab it,” he said, letting go, making space for my hand.

  His skin was velvety soft. The heat from his shaft consumed me, spreading through me, burning away any apprehension I may have had.

  He felt so goddamned good. I just held him there, admiring the weight of him in my hand, the girth, the length. I stroked, a slow stroke from his base to his tip. He bit his lower lip, his eyes half-lidded as I thumbed over his slit. It may have been my first time with a man, but I already had a pretty good idea of what he’d like.

  I slipped my hand down, playing with his heavy balls. I imagined him unloading them down my throat. My knees almost buckled at the thought. I looked into Shiro’s eyes, seeing the embers spark behind his pupils. Our lips pushed together in a kiss of epic fucking proportions. I let go of Shiro and started working on my own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping, our tongues dancing together, gliding and tasting and probing. I loved how Shiro tasted like mint and strawberries, and I loved how his lips felt against mine, and how I could feel the hint of his stubble too.

  With my pants dropped and kicked off to a corner, I brought one hand back to Shiro’s hard cock and the other to the nape of his neck. I pulled him harder onto me, giving his cock a squeeze as mine throbbed through my white briefs, wet through the fabric from my precome. From his neck, I moved up to his head, my fingers finding purchase in his damp hair. He moaned for me, his cock leaking so that it smeared over my palm as I ran it across his tip.

  “Fuck,” I said when we broke for breath. “You’re soaked.”

  “So are you,” Shiro said, slightly breathless, his cheeks pink under the light. I followed his gaze, looking down at my about-to-split briefs. Where the head of my cock pushed against the fabric, a large wet stain was spreading, turning the fabric see-through.

  “Jesus, that’s fucking sexy.” Shiro licked his lips and slowly went down to his knees, his hands gliding down my sides as he dropped. He kept his eyes on my leaking cock while I kept mine on his, which stood hard and strong from between his legs. I wondered briefly how he’d taste, but soon my thoughts turned to dust as Shiro began to rub his face in my bulge. He looked up, smiling as he rubbed his cheek against me, and then his lips, his other cheek. Some of my clear precome made a shiny trail against his skin as I continued to soak myself through my briefs.

  From my shaft, he buried his nose between my legs, his warm breath tickling the skin of my balls which were exposed from how pulled my underwear was.

  His tongue flicked against me, and I almost collapsed. “Fuuuck,” I said in a breath as Shiro hooked his fingers on the dark band of my briefs and began to pull them over and off.

  Shiro’s eyes almost bulged from his face as he took me in, my dick now free and twitching in the air. He lifted me, smiling as he traced me from bottom to top with his tongue, flicking it under the rim of my head, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting from my nuts, making my knees tremble.

  “That’s so fucking good,” I said, watching as Shiro opened his mouth and took me in between his lips, his warm, wet heat wrapping around me. I gasped as Shiro swallowed me deeper, looking up at me as I disappeared into his mouth. My balls tightened against me. His tongue swirled around my shaft, around the head.

  “Oh God, Shy. Take my dick. That’s it. All the way.”

  Shiro put a hand on my stomach and another on my ass. He pulled me into his mouth, my cock halfway down his throat before he had to pull off for breath. He stroked me, his saliva working as the perfect lube, making me slick from balls to tip.

  “Come,” I said, helping him onto his feet.

  “Oh, I plan to,” he said with a chuckle.

  My lips turned into an O as Shiro squeezed my wet shaft, stroking it once more for good measure. I grabbed his free hand and walked him into the living room. Sunlight beamed through the balcony door, making the gold tinsel on the Christmas tree glitter. A window was cracked open, letting in a fresh ocean breeze that washed over the space. There was an old-school record player sitting on a coffee table next to the tan leather couch. A Bing Crosby record sat on the center, the album set on the side of the record player. It was a sky-blue cover with the words Merry Christmas across the top in a bold green, a black-and-white picture of a smiling Bing Crosby on the side. Shiro sat down on the couch, his cock still rock hard, same as mine. I put the music on, setting down the needle. “Silent Night” started to play as I turned to Shiro, my attention falling on his pulsing shaft. He held his balls and spread his legs.

  “Want a taste?”

  I couldn’t drop to my knees faster. I took him in both my hands, once again pausing to admire how fucking hot Shy’s dick was. Like… holy fuck. Even up close, hell, especially up close.

  “Coño,” I said, not even knowing where to start.

  I licked him to start, from the base of his shaft and up to the rim of his head. I traced him up and down, tasting his salty-sweet skin against my tongue. His scent filled me, too. It was better than any cologne or perfume I’d ever smelled. Shy had a scent that intoxicated me the longer I smelled it. Like sweet cherries and vanilla and oak, a mixture that had me seeing stars.

  “Suck it, Nick.”

  I looked up, into Shy’s eyes, half-lidded and focused on me. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, tasting my first ever dick.

  And instantly fucking loving it.

  His precome coated my tongue as I swirled it around him, taking only the head in at first, both hands on his twitching thighs. He moaned as I took more of him in, urging me on. I was hungry for him. I stretched my jaw open, stuffing him down, swallowing as much as I could. As a first-timer, I paid extra attention to keeping my teeth out of this, bobbing up and down his shaft with my lips wrapped around him, in tune with how he writhed on the couch, the leather squeaking against his bare skin.

  I not only found myself loving how Shy tasted, but also how he was reacting. His grunts and moans sent me to fucking space, and then when his hand landed on the back of my head, it was game over. He pushed me down on his cock as he began to thrust up, fucking my throat.

  It was the hottest thing to have ever fucking happened to me. I let him use my throat as he started to fuck into my face. When I gagged, he let up for a moment so I could catch my breath, and then I went right back down on his cock, going as far as I could before I had to come up again.

  And again.

  And again.

  I started to jerk myself off. Shiro continued to fuck my face, the sounds of my balls slapping against me and his balls slapping against my chin driving me absolutely wild. Saliva dripped down onto the floor. His grunts gained an animalistic edge to them, matching the instincts roaring inside me.

  “I’m going to come, Nick. You’re gonna make me come.”

  He warned me, but I didn’t pull off. I just sucked him farther into my mouth.

  The first jet of come shocked me. It hit the back of my throat with a force that almost hurt. The one that followed hit just as deep, but I was ready, swallowing it down, taking him like a shot.

  I had tasted myself before. It was only enough to coat my thumb when I had tried it, but Shy fed me a mouthful. It was thick and salty and intoxicating.

  Shiro twitched and spasmed as he lifted his legs, squeezing his thighs around my head as he exploded down my throat.

  I couldn’t take it. I came with him, blowing my load onto the floor. Thick splats sounded as I came in an endless stre
am, still tasting Shy in my mouth even as I pulled off, shouting with the sound of my climax, come dripping off my lip.

  When it was all said and done, the two of us were fucking spent. I looked up and wiped my mouth, smiles cracking across both of our flushed faces. I collapsed forward, my face falling on Shiro’s hard abs, his softening cock pressed against my chest, making me sticky and wet.

  “That was… wow. I’m fucking speechless,” I said, out of breath.

  Shiro’s fingers traced gentle circles across my shoulders, slipping me into a trance.

  “And that was your first time? With a man?”

  “First blow job.” I smiled against his abs. “How’d I do?”

  “I don’t know. I might have to do some detective work. I don’t believe that was your first time, Prince Nick.”

  I playfully nipped at his skin. “Just Nick.” I kissed the same spot I bit. “And it was my first time. Glad I impressed… banana boy.”

  We stayed in my room for hours after, playing around, exploring each other, kissing and stroking and sucking. It was bliss. If Shiro didn’t have to get back down to his friends, I don’t think I ever would have left the room. I didn’t care where the cruise ship took us next—all I wanted was Shy’s naked body against mine.

  I especially didn’t want to leave the room when it meant going back out there and having to play pretend all over again. Having to keep some distance between me and the man of my wet dreams all because I was scared someone would take an unsolicited shot of us.

  But we had to do it. Reality trumped the scorching fantasy that had played out behind closed doors.

  At least, for now it did.

  12 Shiro Brooks

  FOUR DAYS LATER

  The cruise ship glowed underneath the lights that shined on it from shore. There were red, green, and white rows of light that emitted from each level of the ship, sometimes blinking and sometimes steady, adding a magical touch. The sleek, modern design of the ship, with its seventeen decks and mostly glass exterior, made it seem as if it were something from the future, having traveled time and landed on the shores of St. John’s Island, where Nick and I walked, heading toward a popular market, live music and the sound of cheerful crowds drifting toward us.