He was rewarded when Evan’s hand finally found its way into his underwear and wrapped around his cock. Harry’s knees nearly buckled at the sensation, but Evan’s hold kept him upright. Evan gave a couple of long pulls, each one stoking the fire of pleasure, but as good as it felt, Harry wanted to get his hands on Evan too. He turned around and pressed his mouth to Evan’s. He loved the softness of Evan’s lips and the rasp of his stubble as he deepened the kiss—the contrast such a turn-on. Harry slipped his hands into Evan’s sweats, grasping his arse as he ravaged his mouth. The flesh was warm under his palms, the muscles bunching at his touch. He hauled Evan closer, bringing their erections together through the fabric. Evan ground against him, then pulled back slightly to fumble between them, pulling Harry’s sweats and boxer briefs down and reaching for his cock. Harry groaned at the feel of Evan’s hand around his dick, but he wanted more. He shoved Evan’s clothing down to his thighs, freeing him and allowing their cocks to finally meet skin-to-skin.That’s better.
As Evan wrapped his arms around him and drew him in for another kiss, Harry rolled his hips, pressing against Evan’s hardness, loving the jolt of pleasure each push brought. The slight sting in his shoulders only served to make him more aware of Evan’s presence. Evan buried his face into Harry’s neck, and he loved the way Evan groaned against his throat, the way his breath hitched with each thrust of their hips. He hadn’t got off this way in a long time, but with the exquisite pleasure coiling in his groin, knew it wouldn’t take much more for him to come.Oh, God.
Evan’s open-mouth kisses sent another shiver down his spine. He tilted his head back to give him better access, squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on the sensations assaulting his body from all the places they touched. Evan kissed his jaw, then licked and nipped his way down and over Harry’s Adam’s apple. Harry moaned as Evan’s tongue and lips left a hot, wet path down his neck, until eventually reaching his shoulder. The bite to his tendon caused sparks to fly—a pleasure-pain combo from teeth and sunburn. “Oh, fuck.” He jolted, his whole body on fire and close to combusting.
“Jesus, I’m sorry.” Evan pulled back.
Harry grabbed for him, placing a hand on either side of his face to pull him in for another kiss. “No, come here.”
“But your sunburn.”
“I don’t give a fuck about my sunburn.”
He brought his mouth to Evan’s, delving deep as if he could taste the very heart of him. He wondered if he’d ever be able to get enough, and hoped they’d have many more opportunities like this one. He reluctantly broke the kiss so he could divest Evan of his shirt. He wanted more skin; heneededEvan naked. Evan raised his arms and Harry hauled the T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the carpet. He ripped his own T-shirt off, then shoved at his sweats and underwear, happy to see Evan doing the same. This time, when he pulled them together, there was nothing between them. He loved the feel of the dark hair on Evan’s chest against his pecs, the press of his hard cock, and the solid feel of Evan’s thighs against his own. Beneath his hands, Evan was firm muscle, his skin hot to the touch. He kissed a line along Evan’s jaw, experiencing a sensory overload as his lips met stubble, he tasted salt, and he inhaled the faint scent of fresh sweat mixed with Evan’s body products. He kissed him again, long and hard, before pulling back to catch his breath.
Evan looked at him, his eyes a shade darker than their usual blue, lips swollen from their kisses. Harry liked knowing he’d put that look on his face.
Evan smiled, dimple flashing. “Hold on a minute.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”I don’t want to be anywhere but with you.He was shocked by the wave of emotion that washed over him. He’d crushed on Evan for a long time, but the speed at which his heart was becoming invested took him by surprise.
Evan’s grin widened. “Good.” He shucked off his shoes, stepped out of the tangle of clothes at his feet, and ducked into the small ensuite bathroom. He returned a moment later with a bottle full of green gel.
God, he’s gorgeous!Harry couldn’t take his gaze from the sight before him. Wide shoulders, narrow waist, an uncut dick that made his mouth water as it bobbed before him. He took in the hair on Evan’s chest, a touch more than a dusting, that narrowed into a thin line leading to his cock and the neatly trimmed dark hair that surrounded it.
“What are you doing just standing there?”
His eyes flashed to Evan’s. “What?”
Evan laughed, then gestured to his feet.
“Oh.” Harry scrambled from his shoes and the discarded clothing that bunched around his ankles, then took Evan’s offered hand and allowed himself to be pulled further into the cabin. He reached for him, eager to get his hands on that body again, desperate for more of those intoxicating kisses. Damn, but he was full of pent-up need, a need that had been building every day they’d been on the ship. Evan came into his arms willingly, and Harry moaned as his cock was pressed between their bodies and Evan sucked on his neck.
He bit his lip when Evan undulated his hips. “Fuck, if you keep doing tha— Jesus!” He nearly buckled when Evan reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. He was close to coming already, but he wanted so much more—he wanted to taste Evan, he wanted Evan to taste him, he wanted to be inside him; hell, he didn’t do it often, but he wanted Evan to fuck him. Most importantly, he wanted them to come together.
“Oh my God.” He couldn’t hold back the moan as Evan drew his palm over the sensitive head of his cock. Evan brought his mouth to Harry’s in a rough kiss. It was hot and wet and oh, so good. But he needed to move now, or it would all be over way too soon. It took every ounce of his resolve to pull back.
“Here.” He reached for Evan’s hand, the one that held the bottle.
Evan’s brows rose. “Do you want me to—”
“Give it to me.”
Evan passed the bottle over without any resistance and Harry didn’t waste any time squeezing a good amount of the pale green translucent gel onto his hand. He tossed the bottle onto the bed then grasped them both, flinching as the cool gel hit his overheated flesh. “Sorry.” He grinned.
“Damn.” Evan’s words were low, his voice shaky. “Don’t be sorry. Oh, God, that feels so good.”
He ended with a groan that Harry snatched with another kiss. He pulled back a little to rest his forehead on Evan’s shoulder as he looked down between the two of them, looked to where their cocks rested alongside each other, his palm wrapped around them both, holding them together. He stroked slowly watching the head of Evan’s cock peek out from the circle made by his fingers. He’d never been so grateful to be the same height as someone before, but their matched stance was perfect. He dragged his hand up and down, a slow languid movement—where he’d previously been desperate, now he wanted to draw it out, to savour the moment.
“Harry.” Evan’s voice held a warning, his fingers digging into Harry’s flesh. Evan trembled against him, unable to stop the jerk of his hips.
Harry knew exactly how he felt, his own legs unsteady, as the pressure built. They stumbled a few feet until Harry’s back hit the wall. He widened his stance and tightened his grip, allowing Evan to thrust against him, getting lost in the delicious sensation of Evan’s cock sliding against his own and nudging the sensitive area underneath his crown. They panted into each other’s mouths more than kissed, until the pleasure got too much, and Harry’s orgasm slammed into him. His heart thumped behind his ribs as he shot between them. It only took another few strokes for Evan to join him—thank god, because Harry didn’t think his body was functioning enough to keep them both standing much longer.
“Holy shit,” Evan muttered as he collapsed against him.
They stood together, leaning on each other, sweaty and breathing hard. Harry’s chest felt full, a strange fluttery feeling that he tried to put down to the high of getting off with Evan, but deep down, he knew better. Sex with Evan—even a simple handjob—was on a totally new level. As Evan’s blue eyes met his, he wondered what he was thinking and hoped that Evan felt the same.
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