Brody felt like every nerve in his body was vibrating. Dak sent him a text message when he was safely on shore. Only the twenty-minute drive from Zephyr remained before they would fall into each other’s arms again. Brody’s doorbell rang followed by a sharp series of knocks, and he sprang from the couch. He didn’t have to wait any longer. When the door opened, Dak was standing on the threshold smiling.

He stepped into the house and Brody reached around his body to push the door shut. He wrapped Dak in his long arms and stared into his ocean-blue eyes.

Dak said, “Well, hello, and you know, that last little bit when we’re tying up is the hardest work on the boat. I’m stiff as a board and filthy as fuck. I should take a shower, and then I might begin looking and acting like a human being again.”

“Should I care?” grinned Brody. “It’s you in the flesh. That’s what I want.”

Laughing softly, Dak said, “Yeah, it’s me.”

Brody ushered him to the couch. He said, “Just relax. You’re home, and I’ll take care of everything. We’ll get to the shower later.”

Brody decorated the house for a romantic homecoming. The coffee table held a massive bouquet of flowers with candles placed on either side of it. He baked chocolate chip cookies to fill the house with the luscious aroma, and he had bubble bath ready in the bathroom for later in the evening. More flowers decorated the dresser in the bedroom.

“It looks like you were expecting somebody’s boyfriend,” called Dak as Brody disappeared into the kitchen.

He returned with a beer in one hand and a small box of chocolate truffles in the other. As he held them out toward Dak, he said, “These are for you.”

“I don’t need the beer. Just some ice water would be great, and maybe one of the cookies I can smell. Leave the chocolates here, too.”

Brody hurried back to the kitchen. He grabbed a plate out of the cupboard and decorated it with five chocolate chip cookies. Then he put together a tall glass of ice water and carried it to the living room for Dak.

When he returned, Dak said, “Now put that all down and come here.” He patted the center cushion on the couch.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Brody. He drew a fireplace lighter out of his pocket and lit the candles.

“Now,” whispered Dak as he patted the couch again.

Dak was pushed up against one end of the sofa with his legs spread and one foot on the floor. Brody climbed up between them and slid forward until they were face to face. He asked, “Is it okay that I’m a little nervous?”

“Well, I’m dirty and more than a little crotchety, and I feel like the world’s still rocking back and forth like the boat on the river. I think we’ll manage.”

Brody laughed. He reached up and touched the razor stubble on the side of Dak’s cheek. He couldn’t believe he was actually feeling Dak’s skin. An image on the computer screen was all that he had for four weeks.

“Stop thinking about everything and kiss me, “whispered Dak.

Brody followed the instruction. He leaned his body into Dak and pressed their lips together. Dak reached his arms around Brody’s body and kissed back hard. Under pressure from Dak’s tongue, Brody parted his lips, and a pleasure-soaked moan rumbled through his body when their tongues connected.

The kiss set Brody free. He started by raking his fingers through Dak’s coarse, wavy hair and then let his hands slide down over the stubbly cheek, the powerful bicep and Dak’s muscular chest. Shivery sensations swept down to his toes as Dak exhaled into his mouth.

Gripping Brody’s right wrist, Dak guided the right hand down between their bodies until it was just below Dak’s waist. He was rock hard. His package bulged in his jeans. Brody could feel the dirt and grease on Dak’s jeans beneath his fingertips, but he didn’t care. The man that he hungered for was inside the clothes, and that was what mattered.

Dak whispered, “You’ve done that to me every damn day since I left. I get rock hard every time I think of you, Brody. It drives me insane. It was like you were right there on my shoulder pulling a lever to make my cock grow. Some days it was sheer torture.”

“Oh, fuck, me too.” Brody hungrily kissed the side of Dak’s neck. He couldn’t stop himself from both kneading and sucking with his lips. He hoped he didn’t leave marks.

Dak abruptly reached downward and tugged at the hem of Brody’s T-Shirt. It slowly rose over Brody’s head revealing his smooth torso. Dak smiled at the thin hairy trail that disappeared beneath Brody’s jeans.

Brody’s breath caught in his throat. Dak’s bulging pecs were covered in light, curly red hair. Brody pointed to a bruise, and then he found another. He looked up into Dak’s eyes with a question expression on his face.

“It’s rough work on the boat. You get slapped around a bit. The bruises will heal. Don’t worry about that. It’s a hazard of the job.”

“You work so damn hard,” whispered Brody before he kissed the center of Dak’s chest.

“It’s just what I do,” said Dak. “You work hard, too.”

Brody placed his hand on Dak’s bare chest and began rubbing and squeezing the hard muscle. He’d dreamed of touching Dak’s body every day for the last four weeks, and the reality was twice as exciting as the dreams.

Dak grumbled, “I really am filthy. Maybe I should take a shower first.”

Brody shook his head no and reached for the button at the top of Dak’s jeans. He pulled it open as his trail of kisses reached down to the center of Dak’s abs.

“Oh, shit, there’s a monster down there. Careful with that.”

Brody laughed and whispered, “I hope so.” He pulled the zipper of the jeans down and then reached behind to tug the jeans down over Dak’s narrow hips. He stared at tight white boxer briefs with a hard cock outlined in the fabric as it pointed up and to the right. Brody slid further down the couch and leaned forward to mouth the outline of the cock.

Dak whispered, “All clean down there.” He gasped audibly as Brody peeled back the boxer briefs exposing a thick, heavy, throbbing cock. For the first time in years on the boat, Dak had kept it entirely to himself. He was waiting for Brody. He would have waited another month if necessary.

Brody traced the most prominent vein with his fingertip. He whispered a question. He didn’t want an answer. He only wanted to ask the question. “Do you realize how amazingly beautiful you are? How stunning this is?” Brody gripped the shaft of Dak’s cock and held the head to his lips.

“Oh, fuck,” moaned Dak. “We should have figured this out in high school!”

“Mmm no, those years of anticipation,” whispered Brody. “This makes it one hundred times worth it.” He parted his lips and took Dak’s head into his mouth swirling his tongue while sucking lightly.

“You’re gonna drive me fucking insane, Brody. I’m not kidding. You wreck my head, and you need to lose your jeans.”

Brody ignored the comment and focused on Dak’s cock. He wanted to taste it, and he wanted to taste Dak’s cum, too. It was early in the afternoon, and they had the entire day and evening together. It was only the beginning, but Brody wanted to start it all off right.

Dak pushed his hands against the sofa and raised himself slightly while his cock throbbed in Brody’s mouth. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum easy. It’s been three days since I last jerked out a load. Careful Brody…”

Brody sucked harder. He reached up to cup Dak’s full balls in his hand. They were heavy, and they were already starting to ride up tight. Brody wrapped the fingers of his other hand around the base of Dak’s cock shaft. He was making sure that he got what he wanted. He was hungry, and a delivery from Dak was on its way.

“Fuck, I’m getting close already.” Dak squirmed on the couch. He reached down and clamped a hand on Brody’s shoulder. He asked, “Do you want it so quick? Oh man. I don’t think I can hold…” Guys weren’t so aggressive with Dak’s cock very often, but it blew his mind when he lost control, and someone pushed him right over the edge.

Brody bobbed his head forward and back while he gave the base of the cock short, fast strokes. He glanced up to see Dak’s tight abs tense. Dak was squirming. He was almost there.

Dak pressed his head back hard against the sofa cushion. He gripped the back of the couch with his free hand, and he shouted, “I’m cumming!”

Brody held tight to Dak’s cock shaft when the colossal load shot into his throat. He choked briefly before swallowing it down. Another smaller load leaked onto his tongue, and it was followed by the last drops as Dak’s entire body shuddered.

Dak rolled his eyes back and howled as he was gripped by the intensity of the orgasm. The muscles in his chest and abs flexed, and his toes curled. He let go of Brody’s shoulder and tangled his fingers into Brody’s hair instead. Brody continued to bob his head up and down until Dak’s post-orgasm sensitivity made it unbearable. Dak yanked on the hair to pull Brody’s head back.

Brody looked up and grinned. He slowly circled his lips with his tongue in both triumph and satisfaction. Dak asked, “You had that planned?”

Brody chuckled softly. “Kinda sorta. I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait.”

“I can see it already. You’re gonna be the death of me,” laughed Dak. “Since you’ve got them half off already, help me the rest of the way out of these jeans, and I think you need to strip down, too.”

Brody followed the instructions. First, he tugged Dak’s jeans and underwear the rest of the way off and folded them up before placing them on the floor next to the couch. He unzipped his own jeans while sitting at Dak’s side.

Brody was slim, and his body wasn’t ripped like Dak’s, but it was nothing to be ashamed of. Dak reached out to touch Brody’s smooth chest. He whispered, “So fucking handsome. I haven’t seen you naked since high school.”

Dak was finally able to stare at what he’d wanted to see for so long. Brody’s cock was long and slim just like his body. It was the perfect package. Brody was far more handsome naked than any boyfriend Dak could remember. Lewis looked good, but he was no competition for Brody.

As Brody settled back down on the couch and snuggled his face up against Dak’s chest, Dak said, “I can’t wait to fuck you, too.”

Brody whispered, “Just go easy. It’s been a long time. I’ve had to top too many times.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, they see the tall guy and assume he must be a top.” Brody kissed Dak’s nipple.

“Those days are over,” whispered Dak. “With me, you get to be who you are.”

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Dak insisted on a shower before they did anything else. Brody suggested a bath instead. “My mom had an old-fashioned claw foot tub that can fit us both easily, and I’m adding bubbles.”

Sighing, Dak said, “You’re just too much. I can probably handle that beer now.”

Brody stood up and headed for the staircase to the second floor. “Why don’t you get it yourself while I go upstairs and start the water for the tub.”

Dak laughed as he hauled himself off the couch. “So much for service. That didn’t last for long.” He shook his head as he ambled naked to the kitchen.

Brody dimmed the light in the bathroom, turned on old-school R&B music that he rigged up in anticipation of Dak’s return, and he lit more candles. He filled the tub with warm water and bubbles that mounded in the center.

“I think I stumbled onto the most romantic guy in the world. You take the cake.”

Brody heard the words and looked up to see Dak naked leaning against one side of the bathroom doorway. He sipped from a bottle of beer as he spoke. The vision took Brody’s breath away. He tried to speak, and the words didn’t come out at first. Finally, he said, “It’s just the way I am. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Seriously, I love it. If some ordinary guy asked me what I thought about all of this, I might not admit to being into it, but with you, it’s perfect. My little heart’s melting inside.”

“Not so private anymore?” asked Brody.

“Not with you around. It’s impossible.”

“Get over here and join me. The bath is ready.”

Brody set a pile of fluffy white towels on the floor beside a bath mat. He waited for Dak to climb in first before stepping in at the opposite end of the tub. As he started to sit in the warm water, Dak said, “No, not that way. Turn around. I want you sitting back against me. I want my boyfriend in my lap.”

To Brody’s surprise, Dak retrieved soap and a washcloth and began bathing Brody’s back. His touch was gentle and firm at the same time. Brody asked, “Will you think it’s weird if I tell you I’ve dreamed of something like this for a very long time?”

“Being with me or being in the tub?”

Brody leaned back against Dak’s chest and said, “I was thinking about the tub, but for the last month, I haven’t been able to think of much of anything else other than being with you.”

“That’s been the same for me. Every day I woke up I wished it was with you.”