Chapter Thirteen
~Nolan~
After Jeff urinated into a plastic bottle that was then sealed, labelled and closed inside a clear plastic bag and labelled again, we watched as the doctor took two ampoules of blood. Then he listened intently to Jeff’s heart before taking his blood pressure. Jeff looked much better, his color was back and he was bitching about being hungry. That was a good sign.
“Blood pressure is a little high,” the doctor tore back the Velcro on the cuff and slipping it from Jeff’s arm. “Until the lab comes back with something, it would probably be best to spend today resting and then take it easy after that.”
“How long will it take for the tests to come back?” Jeff swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up as he rubbed his heavy-lidded eyes.
“Luckily, this is a resort, we don’t have too many things running through our little lab. A few cases of food poisoning and heat stroke are about all we ever see. I’d say give it a day or so,” he placed his stethoscope and the plastic bag containing the tests into his well-worn brown leather doctor’s bag. “I’ll leave my card by the phone before I let myself out.”
Finally, after three plus hours, the four of us sat in the room alone. We ordered food, Jeff being the only one who was hungry at all, and thick-thick milkshakes all around. We as a whole decided against anything remotely close to alcoholic, at least until the tests came back. And, if truth be told, I was nervous to eat, hesitating until Pete and Jeff were nearly finished and showed no ill effects. Bailey was watching me. I could feel his stare as I balled up my napkin and tossed it into the wastebasket.
“Hey, Doc,” I loved when Bailey called me that and smiled. “We should go and let these guys get some sleep.”
He was right, poor Jeff looked wiped. The rope marks were all but gone, and the cut on his chin didn’t look nearly as painful as when we first arrived. The doctor hadn’t bothered bandaging it, said it was superficial and not to worry. Still, I couldn’t help stewing. Jeff and Pete were my closest friends. I’d be a complete ass if I didn’t fret just a little.
“Okay, we’re out of here,” I pushed back my chair and stood. “Jeff, if you remember anything, call me.”
“Go,” Jeff waved us away. “Enjoy yourselves… but be careful, okay?”
Stepping outside after sitting in Pete and Jeff’s air-conditioned room for almost four hours, the heat of the sun nearly shattered us. Had it not been for a swift breeze coming in off of the ocean, we would not have been able to handle it. At least there was no humidity like back home. It was in basic terms, hot as hell. And all I wanted to do was get out of the sun, get something super cold to drink, and be alone with Bailey.
During our tranquil stroll back to the hut, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched. Though, looking around, no one seemed overly interested in either of us. Immediately upon entering the hut, I strip off my shirt and threw myself onto the center of the bed with a dramatic moan to emphasize my exhaustion. My mind had done overtime, I couldn’t think and I didn’t want to.
“You okay?” Bailey climbed onto my lap, tugging his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor with mine.
“My brain hurts,” I gave a lazy chuckle, admiring Bailey’s furry abs as I trailed my fingers along the waist of his shorts. “Can we do something that requires little to no thought? Could you handle a boring night of doing something totally mind-numbing?”
“Are you tired, Doc?” Bailey pressed the pad of his thumb against my left nipple.
“No,” I said, the corner of my mouth curling into a smile.
“Good. I’m going to take care of you, okay?” Bailey rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger, sending an electric wave straight to my dick.
Nodding my head, I watched as Bailey’s fingers worked the button free on my shorts, my zipper rasping open as Bailey’s left hand slid into my underwear. My body instantly stiffened, our eyes linking as my lips began to part, the breath I was holding deflating from my lungs. Bailey covered my mouth with his right palm. His sly smirk sending shivers racing along my spine, my dick twitched in his hand as I let out a quiet groan.
“No, you don’t!” Bailey shook his head. “Your brain is mush, remember? That means, you have lost all ability to think and speak and protest. Yes, I said protest. I’m going to take my time with you. Nice and slow, just the way you like it.”
Opening my eyes wide in order to fake fear, though nothing Bailey could do to me brought on trepidation, he began a slow snicker. I watched him lick his right thumb before replacing the hand he held over my mouth with his lips. Bailey polished the head of my cock peeking out from the band on my underwear with the slick pad of his thumb, swallowing my moan as it bled from me.
Bailey devoured my lips as if I were a decadent morsel he couldn’t get enough of, his hips rocking, his obvious boner squashing perfectly against mine. I willed myself not to ponder, not to think, but to revel in the way Bailey was taking care of me. As hard as a lead pipe, I threw my hands up over my head grasping the headboard for leverage and pushing my hips up to meet Bailey each time he ground against me. The friction was amazing and I wanted more, wanted him as much, if not more, than my next breath. He was going to make me cum if he kept it up, and if I was going to cum, it was going to be inside him buried to the balls while he screamed my name and sweat poured off of his gorgeous flesh.
His fingers linked with mine and I took the opportunity to swiftly roll us over, pinning Bailey beneath me and grinned into his shocked eyes, his mouth curled into an adorable smile as he let out a huff.
“Nolan?”
My name came from Bailey’s lips as an uncertain question, and sadly, I knew he was waiting for me to put on the brakes, as I had done so many times already in the last twenty-four hours. I had no intention of stopping this from happening because my heart and my head were finally in sync.
“Tell me you brought condoms?” I whispered against the lobe of his ear, peppering kisses along his jaw. “And lube?” I whispered against Bailey’s sweet lips.
“Over there,” Bailey turned his head towards his duffle bag sitting on one of the chairs, he was noticeably shaking.
“Wait right here, okay?” I swiped my hand across his cheek when he nodded with a smile.
I could feel Bailey watching my every move as I rummaged through his bag, frustration setting in when I couldn’t find the prize I was after.
“Side pocket,” Bailey instructed.
The bottle of Gun Oil was larger than I had expected, I turned to Bailey and held it up with a questioning grin. He laughed, his cheeks turning bright pink.
Why was it that the minute you wanted a package opened, it was glued to the extreme like you needed a chainsaw to get into it? Had I not wanted it open, it would have fallen apart before I touched the goddamned thing. I tore open the box of condoms with such force they sprang through the air like party favors and Bailey held his belly laughing out loud.
“Fuck!” I bent over and grabbed a handful from the floor, not my most elegant moment.
If truth be told, sex was anything but elegant. Unlike porn, there were no second takes, things didn’t always go as planned or fit together so smoothly. Sometimes it was just damned awkward, laughable even.
Sitting up, Bailey held out his arms, the smile on his face needy and wanton. He was so beautiful he stole my breath away, his eyes silently implored me to hurry. I wanted to be inside him so badly all other thoughts left me as I scurried over to him with a needy grin of my own.
Offering Bailey the bottle of lube and tossing the condoms on the bed beside him, I put my hand against his chest and shoved him back. He laughed and pillowed his arm under his head and watched me as I yanked his shorts off and his underwear followed.
“Get rid of Taz,” I instructed, waiting while he detached the limb and dropped it with a clunk over the beds edge.
Holding out two fingers I slowly licked across my lips as Bailey popped open the lube and coated them with a healthy dollop, watching me rub the slick liquid evenly over my fingers. Prowling like a wildcat, I climbed onto the bed and parted Bailey’s thighs and pushed back his legs as his breath whooshed from his lungs. Greased fingers trailed along his crack, pressing them against his hole with each pass.
“It’s been a while,” Bailey confessed. “Take it slow, okay?”
“Slow?” Bailey gasped when I shoved a lube coated finger inside him. “The time for slow, my friend, has passed. Are you as turned on as I am?”
“Fuck yeah,” Bailey said, stroking his length.
Watching Bailey jacking off while I finger fucked him could well be my favorite pastime. My cock was weeping happy beads of pre-cum and I wasn’t going to be able to hold off for much longer, even if I wanted to.
Two and then three fingers stretched Bailey, he practically purred as he stroked his cock, groaning, moaning, and writhing beneath me.
“Fuck me, Doc,” he grasped hold of my wrist, his eyes brimming with need. Bailey was shivering, the tremors from his touch racing up my arm.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I traced my hand along the line of hair that started at his pecs and worked its way to the base of his heavily veined, rather thick cock. Bailey kept his balls cleanly shaven. I liked that, very much. Especially while giving him head.
“Don’t tell me,” Bailey’s eyes took on a desperate stare. “Show me.”
No more motivation was necessary, we were doing this and it was about fucking time.
Tearing open the foil packet and sliding the condom over the purple head of my swollen rock, hard cock, I stared intently as Bailey poured lube over both our cocks and then his hole. His tongue peeked from between his lips as he busied himself with his task. I was mesmerized watching Bailey. This gorgeous, sweet man was mine in every sense of the word, completely mine. And even if it didn’t last forever, it was perfect for now. I shook my head and laughed at the confused look etched into Bailey’s brow.
“Don’t ask.”
“I’m not going to,” Bailey assured me, as he slipped his hand between us and grasped my cock, aiming it where he wanted it. “But if you want to be the one in control, do it, do it now.”
Bailey spread the cheeks of his ass open as I pressed against his puckered hole, our eyes locked, his mouth held open as he panted and I pushed into him. He was so tight, his hole swallowing me up, burning heat searing over my cock as I held still for only a moment, enjoying the feel of being inside him at last. A lock of hair on Bailey’s forehead bobbed about as I found my rhythm, sliding back and forth, in and out, listening to Bailey’s breathing pattern become labored. The sexy noises he made stirred my very soul.
“Faster, Doc,” Bailey pleaded, grasping my ass cheeks, his nails dug deliciously into my flesh.
“I want it to last,” I panted. “But I’m not sure that I can.”
“You’re thinking too much,” Bailey growled. “Stop fucking thinking!”
In a split second, I was on my back, we had traded places and Bailey was slowly impaling himself on my cock. We interlinked wrists and he rode me like a champion bull rider. The sound of his name as I screamed it, echoed off of the hut walls. I held nothing back as my spine tingled, my orgasm growing closer and Bailey’s internal muscles clasped hold of my cock. A fountained stream of cum spurted over my chest and chin.
As entrancing as it was watching his thick creamy cum glistening on my chest, my release was nearing. My cock fell from him, he tore the condom away and I reached around holding the swollen head along the crack of his butt. I rubbed against him for a glorious minute or two, the feeling indescribable before hot jizz spurted up his back and he grinned into my face.
“That was fucking hot,” Bailey whispered, leaning down and caressing his lips over mine. Enjoying the taste as we took turns licking the sweat from each other’s faces. “We’re a mess.”
“Yep, a perfect, hot mess,” I happily concurred, deliberately pressing our chests together, Bailey’s cum smooshing between us. “Shower or skinny dip?”
“Skinny dip, of course,” Bailey climbed off my lap and I grabbed his wrist so he could not get away from me so soon. I was not ready to let him go.
Climbing from the bed, I bent over and Bailey smiled as he jumped onto my back. I loved that he had stopped protesting and just let me do what felt right for him without reading his disability into it. Besides, he was the least disabled person I knew. He could move about faster on one leg than most people on two, and he never grumbled or complained or expected others to do for him, what he could do for himself.
“We need towels,” Bailey instructed and we grabbed two from the counter in the washroom.
The air outside had cooled dramatically in the time we had been… busy. The sky was dusted brightly with stars and bamboo torches lit the shore for miles, yet it was pitch black. There was an aqua glow in the water around the hut, the light from inside streaming through the glass floor. It was almost magical, in fact, everything seemed a bit more exquisite since making love to Bailey.
Love? What the ever-loving-fuck was I thinking? It had to be the afterglow of hot sex talking, or I was over thinking again. I shook my head and dropped into the water taking Bailey with me.
“What’s up, Doc?” Bailey teased, sweeping the wet hair back from his eyes. “And don’t tell me nothing, because we both know your back. So tell me what you’re thinking.”
I was not about to tell Bailey that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance I was falling for him. Not after telling him I wasn’t ready and certainly not on the tail of mind-blowing sex. That was a sure-fire way to lose him as both a lover and a friend. There was only one other thing on my mind that would make sense.
“I can’t help wondering what happened to Jeff,” I said, as we bobbed about in the water, Bailey’s thighs girdling my waist, his arms wrapped around my neck. “Nothing makes sense. He was having a massage one minute and the next he’s covered in rope marks and can’t remember a thing… is there a drug?… No that’s crazy.”
“What?” Bailey urged me to continue.
“Could he have been drugged, you know, with something mind-altering? I’m not up on my drugs. I rarely deal with them in my work, other than Prozac.”
“Of course, he could have,” Bailey confirmed. “Rohypnol is easily to get on the streets. Roofies are odorless, tasteless and colorless. It could have been in that glass of water he was given. In fact, it probably was. Ten bucks says Jeff’s bloodwork comes back showing traces of some kind of mind eraser.”
“That’s the date rape drug. You think someone… Why?”
A bright flash of light off to our right side elicited our attention. We looked over at a boat roughly four yards off of shore. The boats light went off, but we could just make out a row of men in the water from the glow of the torches. They were passing what looked like large wooden crates from one man to the next, setting them into a trailer on the back of a golf cart on shore. Did it look suspicious? Hell yeah. From the way Bailey was squinting his eyes to see better, I knew his suspicions were piqued.
“Who the hell makes deliveries after midnight?” Bailey asked, keeping his voice low, knowing voices carried all too well across water.
“Forget them.” I ignored the boat load of men and concentrated on the only man I was interested in. “They don’t exist tonight.”
“What were you saying before we were interrupted?” Bailey asked.
“Why?” I asked, for a second time. “Why Jeff? For the most part he’s harmless, unpretentious… I mean, he may be a bit of a sexist pig with the women and he does have an ego the size of Mount Olympus, but he’s basically a good guy. Why would anyone want to hurt him, and here of all places?”
Bailey shook his head before closing the gap between us with a peck on the end of my nose. Here I was ruining the moment, allowing our time together to be mottled by dark thoughts, poor Bailey having to put up with my uptight ass.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against Bailey’s lips. “Why do you put up with me?”
“You’re kinda cute,” Bailey joked, tweaking my cheek like grandma did before slipping me a fiver at Sunday dinners. “And you have this killer bod and a massive-”
“Got it,” I laughed, covering his mouth with my hand before he could embarrass me with comments on the size of my appendage. Which yes, was large, but I did not need a reminder. “Want to talk about my dick or get dirty again?”
“So soon?” Bailey asked, surprised by my request.
Grasping his ass cheeks, I ground my growing erection against his crotch with a cheeky grin. He had yet to learn of my insatiable vigor, hidden perfectly behind my mild-mannered demeanor.
“Tomorrow,” I headed over to the ladder on the dock. “With every step you take, you’re going to feel me all day long.”
“Mmm… I look forward to it,” Bailey hummed while licking up the side of my neck, waves of delight rolling in my belly, my cock happily rubbing on Bailey’s flesh, the added friction was wonderful.
For the rest of the evening, we wrestled around as if sex had a twelve-hour limit and we were four hours behind. Between bouts, we drank a bottle of chardonnay and ordered crab cakes and spicy baked plantain chips, and then we lay wrapped up in each other’s arms smooching until our lips were red and swollen. When morning came, I was surprisingly rested and from the way Bailey hobbled to the washroom, I would say he was without a doubt feeling my lasting presence.