Last week, Marshall and Lee were exploring the cruise ship, but things began to heat up, and now they've decided to cool off in the hot tub. See if anything comes up there! And don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
They took their time getting back to their cabin. Marshall
didn’t bother to argue when Lee said he didn’t want to use the elevator, the
stairs were good enough. He figured there was a method to his madness, and he
figured it out as they went—Lee hadn’t been kidding when he said anticipation
was the best foreplay.
They stopped on each level, finding different places along
the way to indulge in long, lingering kisses and heated caresses, alternately
raising their temperatures then cooling them down. Marshall thought he’d never been turned on so
much in his life, and he loved it.
He was beginning to understand why Lee never rushed
anything, why he advocated patience. Taking their lovemaking at a slower pace
only served to prolong the enjoyment, as well as stretch out the time spent in
each other’s arms.
When they reached their room, Lee went to insert the card
and Marshall turned the tables on him. He claimed Lee’s lips and pressed him
back against the door, his tongue seeking entrance to Lee’s mouth. Their
tongues tangled gloriously. Lee wound his fingers in Marshall’s hair and they
held on to one another tightly.
They drew apart to take deep breaths. Only then did they
notice they had an audience. Apparently the man across the hall had been about
to enter his cabin and got caught up in watching them. When he realized they’d
seen him, he gave them an approving smile and a quick thumbs up, then
disappeared into his cabin.
“Time to take this inside, I think.” Lee chuckled. Marshall
felt a flush of pride at being seen with Lee, at being identified as his lover.
At knowing he was with the sexiest man on the boat.
“I think so too,” he agreed.
Lee pushed open the door and Marshall sauntered past him,
swaying his hips enticingly. As he heard the door click shut, he began to
strip, never looking back, knowing Lee’s eyes were fastened on him. He took his
time, not throwing articles of clothing helter-skelter on the floor, but taking
care to fold everything.
“Think I should get out my swim suit?” he asked, although he
was pretty sure he knew the answer already.
“What do you think?” Lee replied. His voice was closer than
Marshall had realized. He felt the warmth of Lee’s breath on his neck. Oh God
that felt good. He closed his eyes and pictured Lee naked. Such imagery only
served to swell his already aching cock. He reached blindly behind him,
encountering warm, bare flesh. Lee must have stripped pretty damn quickly. The
thought was intoxicating.
“I think we don’t need anything but us and the hot tub,”
Marshall replied. He stroked Lee’s muscular thigh. “The sooner the better.”
“Want to take a beer out with us?” Lee had reached around
Marshall and was gently caressing his leg, producing a moan. “I can get a
couple out of the mini fridge.”
“Not right now,” Marshall said. “Maybe after?”
“After it is, let’s go on out.” He swatted Marshall’s rump,
and Marshall reluctantly tore himself from Lee’s embrace. Sliding open the door
to their private deck, he stepped out, glancing to either side. He couldn’t see
anything or anyone beyond their balcony; the space was as private as could be.
It felt glorious to be so free. It reminded Marshall of those times at home
when they’d bare themselves on their own land and do exactly as they pleased.
He made a beeline to the hot tub, which sat in the corner,
beside a small table. On the table was a users’ guide for the hot tub as well
as a laminated copy of the room service menu. The menu could definitely come in
handy later on, while the guide would be useful now. He knelt down beside the
tub and trailed his hand in the swirling water. It was very warm and felt very
good.
Lee leaned over him and dipped his hand in as well. Marshall
felt Lee’s erection press against his cleft. “Warm enough?” Marshall asked.
“Yup. Ready to get in?”
“I am.” Marshall straightened, Lee rising along with him. He
waited for Lee to step into the tub and get situated before he asked, “Where do
you want me?”
“How about right between my legs?” Lee said.
Marshall liked the sound of that. He made a production of
getting into the hot tub, shimmying his ass for Lee’s benefit.
“Showin’ off what you got?” Lee gave him an approving look,
and Marshall smiled.
“You know it,” he said. “Like what you see?”
“You know it,” Lee echoed. “Don’t sit down quite yet, and
turn this way.”
Marshall obeyed, curious to know what Lee had in mind. He
didn’t have to wait long. Lee enveloped him in his mouth, all the way down to
the root. Marshall moaned. He gripped Lee’s shoulders, holding on, as Lee
sucked on him. He felt Lee’s tongue
circle his cock, exploring him thoroughly. God, if he kept that up, Marshall
knew he’d lose control and come.
But Lee knew him too well. He released the pressure on
Marshall’s cock before he felt even the first signs of his release. He gave the tip a final lick. “Now turn the
other way,” he directed. Marshall obeyed, and was rewarded by wet swipes on
each cheek. “Now you can sit,” Lee said. He placed his hands on Marshall’s
hips, steadying him, as he lowered himself into the water.
He liked the way the jets swirled the warm water around
their bodies, like a wet caress. Lee circled him with his arms, his hands
stroking Marshall’s chest. He leaned back against him, his head on Lee’s
shoulder.
Lee’s fingers stroked over Marshall’s nipples, then pinched
them into taut nubs. “Maybe we should try nipple clamps sometime,” Lee
suggested. “What do you think?”
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