A Royal Christmas Cruise (Stonewall Investigations Miami 2.50)

“This is beautiful,” I said, looking out to the sea. Nick started the water and stepped under the stream. I turned to admire an entirely different view.

Nick’s body, dripping wet and still flushed from our sex, was an absolute work of art. Good enough to be hung in a museum. The way the balcony light played off the water droplets falling down his muscles mesmerized me. His cock hung heavy and limp. His dark bush, well maintained and tantalizing and soaking wet, crowned him. The shadow of his chest hair was just as drool worthy.

He was making me hard again. I stepped under the shower, the warm water welcome against my skin. The ocean breeze carried the fresh scent of salt and sea, mixing with the vanilla of the soap Nick used to suds up.

We kissed under the water. Nick held me, kissing a smile right onto my face. This felt beyond right. This almost felt destined. Like our meeting and the circumstances leading up to it were predetermined. It was the only way to explain how head over heels I was for this man. How he made my heart race with just a look, and how his body unraveled mine in ways that I didn’t even think were possible. Especially not after I had been ready to settle with Mason, thinking that was how good it was ever going to get.

“That was something else.” Nick rubbed the suds around his chest. I grabbed the bar of soap and started to wash myself. “I never knew sex could feel so fucking good.”

“I’m glad I gave you a good first time.”

“Are you kidding? I’m already wanting the second time. And third, and fourth.”

I couldn’t hold back the smile, or my growing erection.

“Look, I’m still shaking from it,” Nick said. He lifted his leg, a small tremble appearing in his thigh. “See? You broke me.”

“Sorry, I’ll make up for it,” I said, turning around with a smile, rubbing my ass up on him. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder. I rested mine on his. We looked out to the silent ocean as water streamed down on us, and in that peaceful and bliss-filled moment, I knew with a strong certainty that our fates were twined together like a tangle of Christmas lights pulled straight out of storage.

And you know damn well those lights are always tangled to infinity and beyond.

17 Nicholas Silva

I woke up to the smell of coffee in the room, carried on a gentle breeze drifting in through the open balcony door. I stretched under the sheets, feeling the delicious pull of muscles along my thighs, up to my butt. I was naked, having slept like that after Shiro and I drifted off at around four in the morning. We were going to wait for the sunrise, but neither of us could make it. And with the way we had spent last night, I didn’t really blame us.

Shiro walked over from the kitchenette, two steaming white mugs of coffee in his hand. He was naked, too, his dick swinging back and forth.

“Morning,” I said, trying not to get hypnotized by him.

“Merry Christmas.” He flashed me the cheeriest of grins as he got in bed. I perked up.

“Merry Christmas,” I said, kissing him and thanking him for the coffee. It swirled with a dash of sweet cream, exactly how I liked it.

Shy lay on top of the sheets, his head resting on the soft gray leather of the headboard. He crossed his feet at the ankles and looked out at the sea. We had left the dock and were on the way to St. Maarten Island, where we’d spend the next two days. I was excited to explore the island with Shy. Hell, I was just excited to spend an afternoon on the beach with him, excited to do absolutely anything with him. And I was glad that I could spend Christmas with him, too. Being here, on this ship floating across the ocean, it felt more like home than the palace ever did.

“You’re special, banana boy.”

“And you’re annoying, Prince Nick.” He angled his face toward me. The morning sunlight seemed to glimmer on his skin as if he’d been sprinkled with gold dust.

“And I’m also officially a hungry bottom after last night,” I teased, pushing in for a kiss. Shy smiled, his lips tasting as sweet as the coffee he was drinking. “Seriously, though. You are special, Shy.”

“I think you’re special, too. You’ve made this Christmas one I’m never going to forget. Even if I tragically hit my head and suffer a trauma that wipes out all my memory. I’m positive, I’ll never forget this Christmas.”

I laughed into his neck. “With your track record of falling over, I think I’m going to have to buy you a helmet. Especially if you’re going to be jumping on walls the way you do.”