“Thanks for taking the time to practice with me,” Amber said, ever the polite one, no matter how annoying John was. He’d have to pay her back in spades for keeping John engaged.
“No worries,” John replied, finally paying her attention.
Evan turned to Harry. “And thanks for putting up with me. It couldn’t have been easy.”
“My pleasure.” Harry’s grin was wide.
Evan clapped him on the shoulder, but Harry winced at the friendly gesture. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“The idiot got sunburned today,” John said. “I told him to wear a rashie.”
Harry shrugged. “And I forgot to pack one in my backpack. I guess I missed a spot with the sunscreen, and, of course, I couldn’t reach the middle of my back,” Harry said. “But it’ll be okay. Give me a day or two, and the sting will be gone.”
“Oh, you poor thing.” Amber was quick with the sympathy. “I know how painful a sunburn can be. Lucky for you, I’ve got just the thing for it. I always bring aloe vera gel away on holidays. Youmustuse it.”
“Thanks, that’d be awesome. I didn’t think to pack anything like that, and stuff is so expensive to buy on the ship.”
She turned to Evan. “Hon, it’s the clear bottle with the green gel. You’ll find it in the bottom drawer of the cabinet in the bathroom. Make sure you slather on heaps. There’s no such thing as too much.” She turned to Harry again and patted his forearm. “You’ll feel better in no time at all. Now, off you boys go. John and I will occupy ourselves in the bar and talk about Italy while you two take care of things.”
“Wh—what?” John frowned. “Don’t you want to go get the gel?”
“Of course not. I want to hear all about the wonderful time you had in Europe.” Amber beamed at him. “After all, you did say it was the most spectacular holiday you’ve ever had. And don’t worry about going back to your cabin to change; casual’s fine for a drink, and we can change before dinner.” With that she was off, arm hooked in John’s as she fired questions at him.
John briefly looked over his shoulder but allowed himself to be led away.
Evan looked from John to Harry.
“Amber wants us to take care of things?” Harry waggled his brows.
Evan nodded, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “Uh-huh. And there are quite a number of things I’d like to take care of.”
* * *
Harry pressed impatientlyagainst Evan’s back as Evan fumbled with his cruise card, trying to open the cabin door.
“Fuck,” Evan muttered under his breath.
“Hmm. I hope so.” Harry spoke the words quietly against Evan’s neck as his arms snuck around Evan’s waist. He couldn’t resist pressing his nose to the soft skin beneath Evan’s ear and inhaling his scent.
Evan trembled and huffed out a puff of air, body relaxing back against Harry’s for a moment, all focus on opening the door forgotten, and Harry revelled in the total feeling of rightness—Evan belonged with him. He tightened his arms and briefly rested his cheek against the back of Evan’s shoulder, basking in the warmth from his body. He knew he was hampering Evan’s efforts; logic told him that the quicker Evan opened the door, the sooner they’d be inside, but another part of him, the part that craved him, was hesitant to let him go, even for a minute.
Evan groaned his name low and deep, the sound finally spurring Harry on in the knowledge thathewas the one triggering this reaction,hewas the one causing Evan to tremble, thathewas the one Evan wanted. He reluctantly lowered his arms and stepped back to allow Evan some room to manoeuvre.
Evan’s gaze smouldered as he glanced over his shoulder to meet Harry’s eyes before facing back to the cabin. The lock clicked, and Evan pushed the door open, stepping into the narrow corridor. Harry was hot on his heels, quickly turning to close the door behind him, only to find it was his turn to be pressed against the smooth timber. Evan was a solid, warm pressure against his back, his breath tickling the nape of Harry’s neck. He shivered, his cock going from semi to full hardness at Evan taking charge. This was an unexpected turn of events. Up until now, Evan had been a sensual and willing participant to Harry’s touches, albeit only when dancing on deck and during that one hot-as-hell kiss, but now he was all strength and power, and Harry’s body liked the change.More than liked. Jesus.He was putty in Evan’s hands, and not even the sting as Evan pressed on his sunburn could dampen his arousal.
Evan didn’t hesitate. He grasped Harry’s hips before slipping his hands around to the front and pulling at Harry’s T-shirt. Harry trembled as Evan’s fingers delved under the fabric and grazed his sides, a shiver of delight at being touched so intimately, at having Evan’s hands on him.
“God, you feel good,” Evan whispered. “I’ve been dying to do this since… forever. Love the feel of your skin.”
“Love the feel of you touching m-my sk-skin.” The words came out jerky as one of Evan’s hands followed the groove from Harry’s hip until his fingertips dipped under the waistband of his sweats. The other hand moved in the opposite direction to toy with his nipple, first skimming the surface before pulling it sharply between his fingers. Harry groaned as the current flowed from his tortured nipple to his cock. Evan’s palm pressed against his belly, and he willed it lower.That’s right. A little further.
“You like that?” Evan asked.
“Uh-huh,” Harry breathed. “I’d like it better if you kept going.”
“You want me to touch your cock?” Evan’s breath whispered against his ear.
“Yeah. And I want to touch yours.” The feel of Evan’s cock wedged between his arse cheeks with the layers of fabric between was as tempting as it was frustrating. “Please.”Please, please, please.
