“THIS IS PURE PARADISE,Maverick.” I stepped onto our balcony overlooking the blue-green waters of the Caribbean, tilted my head up toward the sun, and breathed in the salty ocean air. “Thank you so much for this gift.”
“I’m the thankful one, Doc,” Maverick said, as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. “You’re my gift, Noah. You always have been and I promise to treasure you always.” His words almost sounded like wedding vows to me and the thrill sent shivers down my spine. “Are you cold?”
“Not at all. That was excitement you felt. The same zing you give me every time you’re near me.” I turned in his arms and puckered my lips for a kiss that he eagerly obliged. The kiss went from tender to heated in a flash, which was the norm for us. I was more than willing to test out the luxurious bed, but Maverick pulled back and held me at arm’s length.
“Huh uh,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve scheduled some activities for us this afternoon and we’ll miss them all if we keep it up.”
“I have activities planned too, Mav.” I reached for his pants, but he side-stepped me. I pouted playfully at him as I kept reaching for him and he kept stepping out of my reach. We kept at it until he had nowhere else to go, because I effectively backed him into a corner.
His resistance was weak when I dropped to my knees and released his erection from his shorts and briefs. I had no intention of ruining any of the surprises he made for me, but I also knew I’d enjoy them more after a quick sampling of his delights. I knew the ways to touch and tease, to have him on the edge fast. I pulled my dick out and stroked myself as I worked him in and out of my mouth. I loved giving Maverick head and the responsive way he reacted to me - from the way he pulled my hair, to the animalistic growls that emanated from his throat, and the way his neck arched when he came.
Instead of pulling back, like I normally would to prolong and tease him, I pushed him over the edge. The thrill of his pleasure on my tongue had me shooting all over the tile floor. Maverick leaned against the wall for support after I finished. His chest bellowed in and out as he labored to suck oxygen into his lungs. He was so fucking sexy with his dick hanging out of his shorts, still wet with my saliva. He made me want to lean forward and do it all over again.
I felt a million times better once I took the edge off and I could see how much more relaxed he was too. I rose to my feet and regretfully tucked Maverick back into his shorts before doing the same for myself and cleaning up my spill off the floor.
Maverick was rummaging through the suitcase by the time I was finished. True to my word, I made him do all the packing since he wouldn’t tell me the location of our trip. “We need to get changed and get going. Here you go.” He reached into the suitcase and pulled out a very small pair of navy blue swim shorts. “I bought these for you.” I could tell by the wicked delight in his eyes that he expected me to balk at the idea of wearing them.
I took the pair of swim shorts from him with a smile. “What the hell,” I said with a shrug. “I won’t ever see these people again.” I dropped my shorts and underwear and pulled the clingy fabric up my legs. I rearranged my package a few times until I got everything tucked in without looking too obscene. I went over to the mirror and studied my reflection – front, side, and back. “They make my legs look really long and toned. I don’t think my ass has ever looked better.” I’ve never been a vain man. Ever. I just loved tormenting my man.
“Uh, yeah,” Maverick said when I stuck out my ass in his direction. “I think we better find you something else to wear.” He began looking through the suitcase again.
“Oh no! You gave these to me as a thoughtful gift and I want to wear them. Besides,” I said as I ran my hands over the sleek fabric. “I like the way they feel. It’s like wearing nothing at all.” Maverick made a distressed sound in the back of his throat as he watched my hands. “You don’t like these?”
“I fucking love them and you damn well know it, brat. I’ll be damned if I let anyone else see the way you look in those.” He threw a pair of my normal swim trunks at me and hit me square in the chest. I caught them before they hit the floor, even though I was laughing at the way his joke backfired on him.
“Too bad you don’t have a pair of these sexy shorts too. Grinding against each other in this silky fabric would be sexy as hell.”
Maverick reached back inside the suitcase and pulled out a black pair of shorty shorts to match mine. I stood there staring with my replacement swim trunks pulled back up to my knees. I pictured the way Maverick’s dark skin would look against those swim shorts and imagined the slide of hardened bodies as we grinded against one another.
“How exciting are these plans? Are we doing something crazy exciting like diving for buried treasure or just taking a sightseeing tour?” I could tell that Maverick was torn between taking me on the planned excursion or staying inside and fucking ourselves stupid. He went to so much trouble to make my birthday special so I made the decision for us. I pulled up my regular swim shorts all the way and slipped my feet back into my flip flops. “We’ll save these sexy shorts for tonight when we go for a private swim in the ocean.”
I had never enjoyed four days more than those I spent with Maverick in the Caribbean. We did so many fun things, but still found plenty of sexy time. Even though I teased Mav about the diving for treasure, I should’ve known he’d plan something like that for me since it was my obsession when I was younger.
He saved that treat for our last full day on the island. The day started off with a mock fight between two pirate ships in the harbor. It was so very realistic with the booming and black smoke of cannon and muskets firing, swords fights, and pirates swinging on ropes from one ship to the other. After the show was over, we got to tour the ships and meet the actors. Maverick and I posed for pictures with a few of the fun-loving crew.
I thought the show would’ve been the highlight of the trip, but I was wrong. Maverick and I both had experience scuba diving so I was overjoyed when Maverick hired a captained boat to take us out to a few different locations to dive. I had never swum in such clear water before or amongst such colorful fish and marine wildlife. It was pure heaven and I loved the magical moments shared with him. I knew the happy smile Maverick wore as he mingled with the sea turtles and the faces he made to mimic the tropical fish would be something I cherished forever.
That night we had a private birthday dinner on our balcony, which was perfect because I didn’t want to share him with the public; I wanted to keep him and all of his beauty to myself. I knew that every emotion I felt was written plainly on my face for him to see, but that was the beauty of us. No pretentions – just raw, honest emotions. Sometimes the feelings manifested into intense sex and other times, like that night, they were soft caresses and tender kisses. The need to touch Maverick with my soul trumped the need to touch him with my hands.
After dinner, Maverick pulled a ring out of his pocket and held it up for me to see. My breath caught in my throat as my heart began to race. “It’s not that kind of ring. Yet,” he amended. He picked up my hand off the table, turned it palm side up, and placed the gold band in my hand. “I had it cleaned at the jewelers and wanted to surprise you with it.”
I held Elijah’s polished ring in my hands. I could make out the coat of arms better now that it had over a century’s worth of dust and grime removed from its surface. “It’s beautiful,” I said, tracing the roaring lion’s head. “This means the world to me, Maverick.”
“I hope you’re not mad at me, but I had something engraved on the inside.”
I turned it over and held it next to the candle so I could see what it said. “Veritas,” I read out loud. I looked at Maverick, but it was hard to see him through the tears pooling in my eyes. “It’s beautiful.”
“I think Elijah would love it if you wore his ring rather than keep it inside a box in your dresser. That way their love is kept alive through you, Noah.” I nodded and began to slide it on my finger, but he stopped me. “Not that ring finger, Doc. That one belongs to me.”
I slid the ring on my right hand and stared at it for a few minutes, contemplating my next move. Maverick wasn’t the only one with a surprise. I had purchased what I believed was a gift to myself, but after his comment earlier, I had to wonder if it was the wrong time. It sounded like he wanted a permanent commitment with me, but it also sounded like he wasn’t ready. Or did he think I wasn’t ready? There was only one way to be sure, and if I learned anything at all, it was live your life as if every second was the last one.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a ring. I held it up for Maverick to see, just like he had done for me. He stared at the ring for several seconds without blinking. “Mav,” I said, pulling his eyes back to mine, “thisisthat kind of ring.” The smile that spread across his face encouraged me to continue on. “It’s not enough to be able to sleep by your side each night or hold your hand in public. I want – need – more with you. I want to belong to you in every possible way. ‘So they are no longer two, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.’ You’re my veritas, my truth. What do you say, Mav?”
“Til death do us part, Noah.” I slid the platinum ring on his finger. My chest tightened and my throat felt constricted with the emotion of knowing that Maverick would truly belong to me – not only in my heart, but in the eyes of the law.
Dessert was all but forgotten for a few hours as Mav and I practiced how our honeymoon night would go. I was feeling pretty confident that our first night as husband and husband would go really well after we collapsed beside each other on the bed.
“I can’t wait to pack your honeymoon suitcase for you, Doc.”
“Condoms and lube?”
“And manties.” The lecherous grin he wore made me laugh.
“What the fuck are manties?” I asked.
“Guess you’ll be finding out on our wedding night.”
I reached for my phone to Google it, but Maverick anticipated my move. He wrestled me over onto my back and temporarily distracted me from my research. By the time I remembered to look it up, we were in the airport waiting to board the plane home. I had a pretty good idea what he was referring to and could only imagine the images that would pop up on my phone. I had decided to wait until we were alone before I looked them up. That was until I saw Maverick’s smug smile as he looked out the window of the plane.
I got the last laugh when I held my phone with the search results in front of his face and asked, “Do you prefer the white or black lace? I think the white will show off my tan.” The faint growl I detected from him made me laugh out loud. The smoldering heat I saw in his eyes shut me up pretty quickly and had me shifting in my seat. “Both then.”
