I wait for David to say something, but he seems transfixed by the towel.

“What did you want to talk to me about, David?” I ask, suddenly wishing I was in my suit again. Or any clothing at all.

“I think we need to discuss what’s going on between us,” he says finally, shaking his head and pulling his eyes back up my chest to land on my face.

“Okay. I thought we discussed that today at lunch. I told you I was okay and that I’m not upset. I get it.”

“Get what, Alex? Everything that happened with you has been nothing but confusing, but even more importantly, intense. I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” he turns and walks toward the window.

I’m glad, because it gives me the chance to look around the room for some sweatpants, but he turns back before I have a chance to find some. “I thought you were mad about what happened in the club. I thought you thought I pushed too hard and you were resenting it, so I’m telling you, I’m okay. I’ll back off.”

“No, Alex, what happened at the club, that doesn’t matter anymore. I was foolish, I was wrong to lead you on like that. I thought, after the kiss in the hallway we…”

“David, what kiss? What are you talking about? We never kissed in the hallway I…” I stop, suddenly remembering Aaron. “Oh, my God.”

“What?” David shakes his head. Well, this is awkward.

“David, the man you kissed in the hallway wasn’t me. It was my twin brother, Aaron,” I try not to laugh at the look of shock on his face. Then I try not growl, thinking of my brother kissing David.

“Twin brother?” he looks around like he’s looking for my duplicate to be standing next to the bed or something. “You have a twin brother?”

“Yes. He arrived the night we set sail. He’s here on the ship, he’s…he’s my guest. He’s been helping me out with the clothing racks and stuff,” I think fast, trying to find an explanation for his presence. David seems to buy this for now. In truth, I intend to make Aaron help me once we get back to shore, so it’s only a little white lie.

“I wondered why you were wearing jeans and a leather jacket, I thought you dressed for dinner or something,” his whole face goes red as he realizes all the times he’s mentioned the kiss in the hallway. I can see now why we’ve both been so confused and hurt. He’d been rejected alright, but not by me. I understand now why he was shy about coming out and saying he’s been developing feelings for me.

I walk over to where he’s standing next to the bed. His head dips down so I can’t see his eyes. Slowly I reach up and take his hat off, tossing it onto the chair next to my own clothes.

“That’s not my style, David. I go for suits, the classics or the birthday,” I drop my towel and let him digest what I’m saying. It may be cheesy, but his Adam’s apple bobs and I know I have him hooked as soon as the towel hits the floor. No more misunderstandings, no more running away from each other. If he’s giving me a pardon for the night at the club and pushing too hard, I’m going to give him a pardon for kissing my brother. Which leaves last night, and neither one of us can deny that we didn’t want what was happening last night to finish.

He has to make the next move, and I watch as he reaches out with trembling fingers and wraps them around my dick. It doesn’t take long before I’m fully erect and running my fingers through his hair, coaxing him to continue where we left off. Judging by the look of his own pants, I’d say he’s not far behind me. Panting, I reach out and pop the button on his pants and shove them down. I need to feel him against me. We denied ourselves that last night, and he seems to think the same thing, because as soon as he kicks his pants and boxers off, he steps closer and looks up at me.

Leaning down I run my lips over his, hearing him groan. I part his lips with my tongue and wrap my hand around to cup the back of his head and pull him closer. When he steps to me and wraps his arms around my waist, our cocks slide along the length of each other. We both moan and shiver as the heat between us joins as one. I can feel him trembling in my arms and I reach out with my other hand and yank the covers down, pulling him back onto the bed with me. We break off the kiss long enough so he can lie down beside me, and then we’re touching again.

“Please, I can’t do this again, I need…”

He begins kissing down my chest, something I hadn’t expected. I thought I’d have to coax him into each act, but the lower his mouth gets with his hot, wet tongue, the more I forget about who’s in charge here. Tensing slightly I feel his body shift, feeling his warm breath on my dick. The anticipation is worse than the light flow of air. I grip the bedspread with one hand, and the back of his head with the other. I don’t push him down, I don’t want him to balk and be freaked out. The feather light touch of his tongue when he flicks it out and runs it under the ridge at the head of my cock is enough to make me gasp and squirm. I’d assumed he’d never done this before, but the bashful way he does it again, slowly, lightly, is enough to torment me for the next few minutes. I can’t rush him. By the time I feel his lips wrap around the head, I’m leaking pre-cum onto the bed and he watches it, fascinated before he darts his tongue out to taste it.

My eyes roll back in my head when he slides the tip in his mouth. He holds it there, like he’s not sure what to do. I’m on the verge of begging for something, anything, some sort of friction, but he seems to have taken cues from when I sucked him off the other night. He bobs his head up and down the length of me and I shake so hard, it feels like the whole bed is vibrating.

Going to bed the other night having been denied, combined with his hesitant pulls on my dick is driving me to the brink of insanity, but he continues to work me over with his mouth. I let my head fall back when he pulls the tip out of his mouth with an audible pop and asks, “Am I doing this right?”

I groan and claw at his shoulders, needing his mouth back on me. Looking down between his legs his dick is as hard as mine, just as aroused. There’s a trail of fluid dripping down and landing on the bed. He looks down where my gaze is and then his whole face turns red. I see his fingers twitch, like he wants to cup himself and hide.

“Don’t!” I moan. My voice is so raw I don’t sound like myself.

He drops his hand to the bed and then lowers his head and I close my eyes, feeling the pressure of his mouth, only this time with a little more enthusiasm and confidence. It doesn’t take long for him to work me over. I know I’m getting close and when I feel him reach up with his right hand and cup my already swollen, tight balls, I cry out.

“David, I’m going to come!” I try to give him a warning, a heads up that if he isn’t prepared for it, he might want to back off now, but he sucks harder. It makes me see spots in front of my eyes as I start to come. I’m too lost in my own ecstasy for a moment, and only when I start to come down from my high do I wonder if he’s alright.

“David,” I whisper his name over and over, but he looks up when he’s finished, and all the things I am trying to say to him and ask him but have no words for are there in his eyes. He’s smiling, and so I have my answer, but the relief from the ache has me intoxicated with satisfied desire. My limbs feel loose and my eyelids are heavy.

David looks around like he’s not sure what to do next, so I point to the nightstand drawer where I keep an overnight bag. “Lube, condom,” I whisper, and he understands what I’m trying to say. Rolling onto my stomach, allows him access and control of the situation. I have no doubt he’s never done this before, so I murmur, “Go slow. Take your time.”

I feel his palms on my ass, then the chilly drip of fluid as he uses the bottle. He touches me, and I jump, then feel the pressure of his fingers as he starts to prepare me. He takes his time, to the point where I can feel myself growing semi-erect again. I think it’s more so he can prepare himself for what’s about to happen, and I am okay with that, but I close my eyes when I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against me. He stiffens and pauses when he meets resistance, but I nod my head, encouraging him to continue, feeling a puff of breath on my back when he pushes inside.

He’s thick, and as I feel him sink into me farther and farther, the pressure builds tantalizingly. I wedge my hand under my stomach and massage the heaviness it feels like he’s putting there. The weight of him on my back feels good, and he braces his palms on either side of my shoulders. I’m taller and a little broader than him, but in this position, it puts his face level with mine. Turning my head to the side, he kisses my temple and cheek. I flex my muscles, so he can feel the pull, which causes him to groan, and I know he’s pushed himself to the limits of his desire. He pulls out, slowly and steadily and pushes back in the same way. This goes on for a few moments until my lips are moving, trying to tell him it’s okay to go faster, a little bit harder, but his own resolve snaps first. He picks up the pace and the sounds of our flesh coming together fill the room.

“David!” I groan into the pillow, and saying his name seems to tip him over the edge but I’m glad. As short as it is, he was just as aroused as I was last night and the euphoria that comes with knowing I’m his first is almost more than I can take.

David freezes on his last thrust into me and whimpers, like he’s not sure how to control the fact that he’s about to come. I help him by squeezing and pulling him in a little bit deeper, and then his body collapses and he’s moaning as he shudders on top of me.

As his body convulses, I feel him warm inside me and sigh into the pillow. When he’s done, he pulls out and rolls onto his side and I reach out with my arm, pulling him to me. I kiss his forehead, letting him know I’m alright and that I’m glad we finally found common ground in desire.

He seems reassured with the feel of my arm around him, and I can still feel the tremors in his body as he closes his eyes and buries his face in my chest. Here’s the need for reassurance I’d been expecting. David sighs and I put my chin on top of his head, feeling how heavy my eyes are from exhaustion. I’m just drifting off to sleep when the door crashes open, startling us both awake.

My heart pounds loudly in my chest as I notice the gun pointed at us and hear the person wielding it snarling. “Where are the diamonds! Get up! Get up! Put your pants on and give me the damn diamonds!”

I look over at David, who scrambles into his pants and stands with his hands in the air. I pull my own dress slacks on as quickly as possible and stare down the barrel of the gun when I stand back up.

“Diamonds? What diamonds? What are you talking about?” I ask, hearing the shake in my voice, but the man holding the gun clicks the safety off and then it’s as if David’s hyperventilating is drowned out, the low thrum of the engine under our feet seems tinny, and even the voice of the perpetrator seems muffled and distant.

“I want the diamonds, and I want them now. You have thirty seconds and then I’m going to shoot you.”