Key Lime Pie and Custard
By Drew Hunt firstname.lastname@example.org
And Tim Mead email@example.com
The following fictional narrative involves sexually-explicit erotic events between men. If you shouldn't be reading this, please move on.
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Chapter 6 by Drew Hunt
"The only thing I know about Miami is from Miami Vice. You probably think that's stupid," I said to Will as he flipped through a shit load of channels on the hotel's telly.
Turning down the sound, Will twisted to look at me. "Graham Knight, nothing about you is stupid."
God, the feeling he put in his voice made my eyes get moist, I had to look away, I didn't want him to see. "Thanks, Will. But I'm not brainy like you. I mean all them letters after your name and everything. I left school at sixteen with a handful of GCSEs and got a job in Amy's dad's factory. Which I've now lost."
"G, we've already had this discussion. You had to leave school to get a job to help support your mother. And what you do on the rugby patch . . ."
I couldn't help giggling. "Pitch."
"Sorry, pitch. I couldn't ever do anything like that. You said yourself you've been given awards by your team and from the local league is it?"
"But nothing. You're a good guy, and you have achieved a lot."
"Thanks, mate." How come Will always knew the right thing to say? No one else I knew could do that, but then I don't think I ever opened up to anyone like I've been doing with Will. I know I could trust him and he wouldn't use it against me.
Looking at my room-mate lying there on his bed with his leg propped up, I started to get those feelings again. But since Will said they're okay, I didn't try and squash them like I used to. Okay, Will wasn't strong and full of muscles, but I kind of liked him how he was, all thin, not soft like a woman, but still sort of cuddly. I could feel my face warming up.
"Oh, look," Will said pointing to the screen.
Sure enough, it was an episode of Miami Vice. "Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs, as my gran would say."
"Uh? And you say I talk strangely," Will said, a playful smile on his lips.
"Yeah, it's a daft saying, especially as Gran lives in a bungalow."
Grabbing the pillows from my bed, I walked over to Will's bed. "Budge up a bit."
After he'd shuffled across the mattress, I lay down next to him, not touching him at first. Will made no move to get closer, I wondered why, then it suddenly hit me. Will, bless him wasn't going to pressure me into doing anything that might spook me. God, what a guy. Plumping up my pillows, I sat up a bit higher on his bed. "Urm, could I, well, like hold you for a change?" I asked, looking down at Will's face.
At first he looked surprised, but then his face broke out into a warm smile. "Sure, whatever you want."
We ended up watching the telly with Will's head resting on my shoulder, my right arm holding him close. It felt so right, so. . . I didn't have the words, I just liked how we were, it felt much more normal, more right than when me and Amy lay like that.
"How come whenever Crockett rolls on the ground he never gets his white suit mucky?"
Will looked up at me. "Mucky?" He smiled. I knew he was teasing, he knew very well what I was going on about. "That's Hollywood for you. Nothing's real. For instance look how he's kissing that girl. Neither of them are touching each other's hair."
"Oh yeah. Why's that?"
"Cause it'd mess it up. It's all about image and looking perfect all the time."
"Suppose so." I had to admit that Don Johnson did look sort of hunky. Before when I'd felt stuff like that, I'd always get angry with myself and try and push it away, but Will was teaching me that I oughtn't to get stressed, it was perfectly normal.
I soon got bored with the programme, they kept having ad breaks every few minutes, loads more often than we did at home. Also me and Will lying close, I found that my mind started to wander off in all directions.
Will really seemed to understand me. I was questioning who I was, why I felt like I did about other blokes. Will was always there, not pushing, just giving me space to think. Last night was a really good example. That prat Comstock had started mouthing off, I'd gotten the sorry piece of shit by the shirt collar before I knew it and was about to deck him. Will managed to talk me down, then when we'd gone for a walk, he left me alone to stew. I knew he was there, and I was glad about it, but he didn't nag me asking me how I felt. He just, well he was just there.
Seeing all them gay and lezzy couples holding hands, I thought I'd give it a go. Bloody hell, it felt odd, but a nice sort of odd. Though I got really embarrassed when we got back to the hotel and I dropped Will's hand. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings. I wish now I'd held onto it and marched right up to Marve, and. . . 'Shit,' I wonder if Will was mad at me for causing a fuss with Marve? He'd gotten all bent out of shape when me and the old twat had gone at it back in Fort Lauderdale. I'd have to remember to ask him if he was upset about yesterday. I didn't think he could be too mad, he'd not said anything. 'But no one is gonna talk to me and especially Will like that.' I thought, giving Will an extra squeeze.
Whilst we'd been on our walk, Will had taken me into a shop. At first I thought it was just a tourist souvenir type place, and I was wondering if I could find something to send to Gran. I spotted some postcards in a rack and went to have a look. 'Jesus Christ' they had pictures of naked men on 'em. Couldn't send owt like that to Gran, I knew she was broad minded, but probably not that broad. I had to admit though some of them looked really nice, not obscene or anything, just, well arty I suppose.
Mind you if the postcards were a shock, I was gobsmacked by the pasta Will had found. I was even more surprised when he bought some. Okay, I wasn't surprised he got the dick shape, but, heck I wouldn't have dared. God, imagine if they opened my case at the airport and. . . Also mum would have a fit if I asked her to cook anything like that. I got a picture in my head then, it was of me and Will sat close together at a table, we was feeding the dick pasta to each other. 'Shit!' I know I like the guy, but, err, that was just going too far.
Trying to think of something else, I remembered us sitting in that outdoor café thingy. God, more food, but this time it was all right. Where had that happened? Was it in Key West? I couldn't remember. I did remember though that it was the first time we'd really said much to each other, God, I'd really spilled my guts out to him, but it felt okay, right somehow. Will hadn't said much back though. He'd mentioned Sean, his last boyfriend, and how they weren't together any more.
"Why did you and Sean break up?" I hadn't realised I'd spoken the question out loud.
If Will was surprised, he didn't show it. "I found out that he'd been cheating on me."
"I've always set a great deal of store on honesty and monogamy. I thought Sean and I had it all, but. . ."
"Sorry, mate. It's none of my business."
"No, it's all right. Telling you about it seems to help. And I suppose in some way you know how I feel, with your last relationship breaking up and your girlfriend moving on so quickly."
"Sean was my idea of the perfect boyfriend. He was strong, confident, good-looking, everything I'm not." I wanted to butt in and tell him that he shouldn't run himself down like that, but I thought I'd best keep my trap shut. "My idea of a perfect evening is to stay home, eat a good meal and kick back in front of the TV or curl up with a good book. Sean, on the other hand, was much more of a social animal. He liked to go out and party. His enthusiasm for life was good for me, bringing me out of my shell, you know?"
"Yeah, I understand." I'd totally lost interest in the telly by this point so I picked up the remote control and turned the set off.
"Thanks." Will said. "Though never totally comfortable in a crowd, I was getting better. Then wham, I find out the bastard had been cheating on me for months."
"I thought I'd found the one, the person I wanted to settle down and live happily ever after with. But looking back I can see that I was more in love with the idea of being in love, than actually being in love. Sorry, I'm not putting it well."
I could tell that Will was starting to get upset. I wished I'd not brought up the subject now. "Sean's a right prat for dumping you like he did." I found myself saying.
"Thanks, that's really nice of you."
"From what I saw of my replacement, I knew I could never compete with his boyish looks."
I knew I was out of my depth with all of this. "Wanna change the subject?"
"How's the ankle doing?" Will had twisted his foot when we had gone down to breakfast that morning.
"It's okay, still a bit stiff."
"I'll go and get some more ice for it," I said letting go of Will and getting to my feet.
"Do I have to? That stuff's cold."
"It's meant to, ya daft bugger. Should help keep the swelling down."
"Oh, all right then."
Leaving our room and going down the corridor to the utility room or whatever they called it, I could tell that Will was getting a bit miffed at not being able to walk about. I couldn't really blame him, cause I hated being laid up. Apart from the telly I didn't know what else we could do.
Pushing open the door to the little room, I saw a few vending machines that sold fizzy pop, crisps, though the Yanks called 'em chips, as well as one that had bars of chocolate in it. In one corner was what I assumed was the ice machine. At least that was free.
Just as I'd filled up the little bucket and turned to leave, who should walk in but old Marve the miserable. I don't know who was more surprised, him or me. Though he seemed to recover quicker.
"I hate to think what you and your queer friend are gonna do with all that ice."
I felt like dumping the bucket-load down the front of his T-shirt. That would have cooled his mood and no mistake. But I knew Will wouldn't like it if I upset the old fart any more.
"Mr Thomson twisted his ankle. This," I held up the bucket, "is for a cold compress to help keep down the swelling."
"Mr Comstock. We're both gonna be on this tour for another few days yet, so either you're gonna have to keep out of me and Will's way, or. . ."
"I ain't gonna do no hiding from no one. This is a God fearing country, and I've got a right to go where the hell I want without having to look at preverts and their unnatural behaviour."
I sighed. Obviously there was no reasoning with the old fart. I remembered something Will had said the day before. "Mr Comstock, may I ask you a question?"
I think he was a bit wrong footed by the reasonable way I was talking. "Uh, yes, but make it quick."
"Was it you or your wife's idea to come on this tour?"
"Mine, why? What's that got to do with anything?"
"Well as I understand it, both Key West and here in South Beach are well known to be popular with gay people. So I was wondering why you chose to come here. Wouldn't be because you're secretly a cock-sucker, and you came to Florida to get in some man on man action."
"How dare you!" His face had gone all red and sweaty, his piggy eyes widened, and he was starting to breathe heavily.
"I bet that's it. Do you manage to sneak away from Mrs C every now and again and do some cruising?"
"You filthy little homo!" He started to lumber toward me, but I was quicker. I side stepped him and opened the door. Just before I made my escape, I said, "If that's not true, then how come your wife went on the tour today, but you didn't go with her?" I ran back to the room, I don't think the old bugger was following, but I wasn't gonna take any chances.
"Whoa, where's the fire?" Will said, propping himself up on the bed.
"Sorry, I've just had another run in with miserable Marve."
"Oh, no." Will sank back to the bed and covered his eyes. I felt guilty, I knew Will didn't like all the bad feeling. "I'm sorry," I said kneeling at the side of his bed.
"I've got to live with people like Marve and Wilma, I've learned it's best not to confront them. It's better to just stay quiet and avoid trouble."
My feelings of guilt were getting stronger. "I'm sorry. I didn't start it, honest I didn't." I put a hand on Will's arm and gently lifted it from his eyes. "I'm not gonna have ignorant people like him say nasty things about you." I hesitated for just a moment before adding, "And me. It's not right Will, we should be able to live how we want to."
"What are you saying, G?" Will asked softly, his eyes looking deep into mine.
"I'm pretty sure I'm like you, I, I'm gay." I whispered the last bit, but at least I'd finally come out and said it. Shit, I'd come out. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, which Will wiped away. Sniffing, I said, "I could really do with a cuddle."
I fell into Will's open arms. Though almost immediately he pushed me off him. "Fuck, that's cold!" Will said brushing at the pile of ice cubes that had fallen onto his chest. I'd forgotten I'd still had hold of the ice bucket.
I doubled over, laughing at the expression on his face. "I suppose," I said still giggling, "We've really broken the ice now."
Will started to laugh, I jumped on top of him and we rolled about on the bed, both of us finding bits of ice that had worked their way under our clothes. We picked the ice up and chucked it across the room, causing us to laugh even more.
When Will was on top of me, he suddenly stopped laughing. Our faces were really close, I think he wanted to kiss me, but he must have remembered what had happened the last time. I too stopped laughing, and just smiled up at him giving him permission.
"You sure?" he asked, sounding all throaty.
I nodded. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than for Will to put his lips on mine. He did, and oh God, it was brilliant. I opened my lips and rubbed my tongue on his slightly open lips, letting him know I was all right with what was happening. His lips parted, our tongues met and rubbed together. I could hear someone moaning, I didn't know if it was me or Will, probably both of us. What we were doing was so fantastic I didn't really care.
Eventually Will pulled away, he had some spittle round his mouth which I leaned up and licked away. "Oh, God," he said.
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly," I said smiling up at him. "Thank you, that was bloody fantastic."
"For me too." Will lowered himself to my chest, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a squeeze. I started to play with his hair. It was a lot finer than I thought it would be, all nice and soft. He could do with a bit of a trim, but just then I liked the fact that there was enough hair to run my fingers through.
"That's nice," Will said into my shoulder. "Sean used to do that to me."
My hand froze in mid stroke. Will raised his head. "Sorry," I said.
"No, I'm sorry. It was thoughtless of me to mention my ex at a time like this."
"Sor-right." But the mood had been broken, and Will soon shifted off of me.
"How's your ankle now?" I asked, more for something to say.
"It's starting to hurt a bit."
"Want some more of them tablets?"
"I probably should take them with some food," he said sitting up.
It was getting close to midday. "I don't think you should walk on it yet. I'll go out and see if I can find a sandwich shop or something."
"Nah, we'll order room service."
My Yorkshire sense of wasting money kicked in. "But that'll be too dear. I could go and get us something a lot cheaper."
"Don't worry about it, I'll pay."
I wasn't comfortable about Will putting his hand in his pocket again, he'd bought many of the meals while we were out, and he still wouldn't let me pay for the phone card thingy he got so I could ring home. "That's not right, and before you say it, no, you don't need to do it cause you wanna pay me back for being in my room."
"G, I know you don't have a lot of money, so please let me do this."
I was about to argue when somebody knocked on the door. Before Will could get up and answer it, I jumped to my feet.
"Sir," the bellboy said, "The hotel management thought Mr Thomson would appreciate a complimentary lunch."
"Oh, uh, thanks." I said, surprised that they'd do such a thing.
"And of course lunch has also been provided for yourself as well."
"Wow, thank you very much." I stood aside to allow the guy to wheel in his little trolley. I couldn't help staring at his cute bum in the tight trousers he had on. The fact that I'd noticed what he was wearing made me even more certain that I was really gay.
"Over here, sir?" the guy, who was about my age, asked as he approached the coffee table.
"Yes, thank you, that would be fine." Will said standing up and immediately wincing.
"I told you not to put any weight on that ankle and to stay where you were," I said closing the door and going over to Will.
"G., I wish you'd stop making a fuss. You're behaving like an old mother hen."
I pulled back, hurt by Will's comment and the way he'd said it. I was beginning to really care for the bloke. I sort of got off on looking after him, but I suppose he was used to fending for himself and I'd somehow overstepped the mark.
"Oh, Graham, I'm sorry," Will said, but I wasn't ready to forgive him yet.
The bell boy did his best to ignore the bad atmosphere between Will and me, as he set out the sandwiches, pot of coffee and little pastries. He kept looking up at me as he worked, I could swear he was checking me out. Made me feel kind of good. Up until this trip I hadn't given much thought to the fact that I was attractive to other men.
It was then I noticed all the pieces of ice that were melting into little puddles all over the carpet. 'Shit, what's the bloke gonna think?'
Once he'd finished setting out the food he asked, "Will that be all, gentlemen?" he gave me a stare, "Need any more ice?"
"No, thank you, that will be all." Will said shortly.
It occurred to me just then that Will was jealous of the bloke. Cause I wasn't best pleased with Will, I decided to tease him a bit.
"Thank you, Gary," I said looking at his name badge. Returning my eyes to his face I said, "It all looks very tasty." I fished around in the pocket of my shorts, making a show of playing with myself as I did so. Gary had his eyes glued to my crotch. I tried not to smile.
Pulling out a five dollar note, I pressed it into his hand, put my arm over his shoulder and led him to the door. "Thanks again, Gary." I said giving him a squeeze before removing my arm.
"Uh, that's okay, sir. If there's anything else you want, just call down to the desk, I'm on duty till six o'clock tonight."
"Right, I'll remember that."
I knew I was leading the bloke on, and also being a real bastard to Will. Closing the room door, I walked to the settee, totally ignoring Will who was sitting on his bed. Picking up the plate of sandwiches, I said, "You best come and eat before they go stale."
I could hear Will hopping toward me, but I wasn't gonna get up and help him, if he wanted to be independent, then let him.
Finally making it to the settee, Will collapsed down on it, sounding a bit winded. I passed the plate of sandwiches to him. "Try the ham salad, they're really nice."
Accepting the plate, Will just held it. "Graham, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."
"Sor-right." I said grudgingly.
"No, honestly, it was wrong of me to say it, especially in front of the room service waiter.
I looked at Will. His face was sad, and I could tell he was truly sorry. "I did it because I'm really starting to care about you, and I didn't want you to be in pain or. . ."
"I know." Will lowered his eyes. "And you were right, it was awkward me hopping over here. Forgive me?"
I couldn't be mad at him any longer. "On one condition."
"Oh, I could have fun with this," I said teasing him. "I'll forgive you if you give me a kiss."
Will smiled, his face really lit up when he was happy. "Sure."
Taking the plate from him and putting it on the coffee table, I turned to Will and our lips met. It wasn't a passionate kiss or anything, but it seemed to make us both feel, oh I don't know, closer.
"Ready to eat now?" I asked.
As we ate, I remembered how I'd behaved with Gary. "Uh, Will, I'm sorry for teasing you with that waiter."
"That's okay." I wasn't sure if Will was being totally honest with me, though. "He was kind of cute, wasn't he?"
"Yeah, those trousers of his must have been painted on."
"He certainly let everyone see what was on the menu."
I laughed. "Yeah, but he's a bit young for me. I think, though I've no experience of course. I think I prefer older men."
Will seemed to perk up a bit at that comment. Was I being too obvious? I liked Will and everything, but. . . I didn't know. Things were moving really fast.
Remembering Will's tablets, I said, "You want to take a pill now?"
"Yeah, I think I should, my ankle's really starting to ache."
I got up and found the pill bottle and brought it over. "If you don't wanna ice it up again, I'll wrap that crape bandage on it, we need to stop it from swelling up.
I found the bandage and knelt down in front of Will. "Let's have a feel," I said running my hands over his ankle. It was a bit swollen, but not too bad. It had got a bit warm, he probably should have iced it down again, but I thought we'd get away with just wrapping it. Will started to squirm. Looking up, I said, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, it just tickles."
I couldn't be sure, but I think he had a bit of a woody starting in his shorts. Made me smile that I could have such an effect on a bloke like that.
After another quick feel, more for Will's benefit than mine I suppose, I started to bind his ankle, using an all too familiar figure of eight pattern.
"It's too tight."
"Stop being a baby, it has to be like that. It'll be all right in a bit."
"If you say so."
"Trust me, I'm an expert," I said grinning up at him. "You might want to prop your foot up on the table, though, give it a bit of elevation."
"Yes, Doctor Knight," he grinned.
We decided that as Will wasn't very mobile, we'd just stay in and watch the telly. Will tried to get me to go out, saying that I didn't fly all the way across the Atlantic just to sit in a hotel room. I managed to persuade him that I didn't mind. In fact it went deeper than not minding, but I wasn't gonna tell him that. Will seemed happy that I'd agreed to stay with him.
I don't know if it was the tablets or what, but not long into the telly programme - some boring crap about this composer called Delius, Will said he was from Yorkshire, but I'd never heard of him - Will fell asleep. I lowered the volume and just sat there, my arm round Will. It was brilliant just being next to him like that and holding him. His body was a lot different to a girl's, he wasn't soft like they were, but somehow to me it felt more comfortable and, well, right.
As Will slept with his cheek on my shoulder, he started to dribble. I didn't mind, in fact it was sort of cute. This was the second time I'd watched him sleep. It sort of gave me a warm tingly feeling inside that I was kind of watching over him, protecting him. I knew Will was no damsel in distress or anything like that. He was a professional man earning loads more money than I ever would, but, oh I don't know, he seemed a bit lost sometimes almost like he needed someone to care for him. I knew he'd never admit it though, and I wouldn't embarrass him by mentioning it. I knew I couldn't be what he needed, I was too young. He'd be happier with someone who was as brainy as him, who could earn as much money as him. He'd find someone who lived in the same city as him, not someone who lived all the way across the world. I suddenly felt sad. I wasn't sure why, or maybe it was more that I wouldn't let myself think about why.
I think I must have drifted off to sleep at some point as well. Will lifting his head from my shoulder and stretching woke me up.
"You okay?" we asked each other at the same time, causing us both to laugh.
"Not bad, though having a kip now means I'll not sleep that much tonight," I said standing up and stretching the kinks out of my muscles.
"Yeah, know what you mean. Uh oh, I think I need to visit the bathroom."
"Need a hand?" I wasn't gonna push things, if Will wanted to be independent, then I'd let him.
"That all depends where you intend putting your hand," Will said before blushing. "Sorry, G, I didn't mean. . ."
"Oh yes you did." I smiled to let him know I was okay with his comment.
His blush increased.
"Come on then, let's be having you." I lifted him to his feet, gave him a quick kiss on his lips before I wrapped one of his arms around my shoulder and we made our way to the bathroom. "You gonna sit or stand?" I asked when we'd reached the loo.
"Think it would be easier if I sat down."
I was sort of disappointed that he didn't want me to hold him up, or hold some other part of him, but I didn't say anything. 'God,' I thought, 'I'm getting really comfortable with this gay stuff.'
I left Will to it, though I stayed just outside the bathroom door, in case he needed me.
When I heard the toilet flush, I waited a minute or so before I went back in.
"Can you take the bandage off? I think I should have a shower before supper."
"Supper? It's not that late surely." I didn't think I'd slept that long.
"It's a quarter after six," Will said looking at his watch.
"But supper? We have that just before bedtime at home, usually just a biscuit and a hot milky drink."
"We must use different words for it then. No I was meaning a full meal, maybe a couple of courses that you eat in the early evening."
"Oh, we call that tea. Though if you're posh you might call it dinner."
"You English," Will said shaking his head.
"You've some room to talk. Anyway, will you be all right in the shower? Sorry, I'm starting to cluck again.".
Will smiled. "You're sweet, do you know that?"
"I should be all right if I'm careful. It doesn't seem to hurt as much now anyway."
I had an idea just then. It was a bit daring, it was taking things further than maybe I was comfortable with, but 'in for a penny, in for a pound' and all that. "Wanna share the Jacuzzi?" I said before I chickened out. "The one in my room back in St Augustine was brilliant."
"You sure?" Will asked, did he look hopeful that I wasn't gonna change my mind?
"Yeah, why not.
I turned away from him and began to run the water into the tub. It looked big enough for two if they were prepared to sit close. I realised I wouldn't mind being close to a naked Will.
Turning back to face Will, I saw he was starting to get undressed. "No you don't." I batted away his hands.
"Later. Did you lot ever get to see a film called 'The Full Monty?'
"Uh, yeah. Cute picture. Why?"
"Well, William my friend, you're about to have your very own private version of that movie. But I think you'd be able to see better if you were higher up." I lifted him from the toilet and carried him over to the large vanity unit. I didn't have much trouble carrying him, though I knew I wouldn't want to cart him any distance.
Stepping back from the sink, I began to sing the song by Hot Chocolate 'You Sexy Thing.' I couldn't remember most of the words, but it didn't seem to matter. As I sung I slowly began to strip, though I knew I'd have to drag it out, I was only wearing a T-shirt, shorts, underpants and my trainers.
Will's eye's started to widen. I was being more bold than I thought I'd be comfortable with, but I felt okay with it. In fact I kind of liked showing off.
I slowly pulled off my T-shirt and wrapped it around Will's neck, Pulling on the ends I brought Will's and my faces together for a quick kiss. Stepping back again, I left my shirt dangling round his neck, Will didn't remove it.
I'd seen a few muscular poses in magazines, though I wasn't that built, I knew I had quite a defined six pack. So I decided to flex my muscles for Will. Judging by the lump in his shorts, he was enjoying the show.
Next I took off my trainers, I couldn't really think of any sexy way of doing that, but once they were off I threw them out of the open bathroom door, hoping the movement showed off my biceps. I made a bit of a production of pulling off my socks, pinching them at the toe and slowly pulling them down, they were quite stretchy so they looked a lot longer than they actually were. I wasn't sure if Will was into feet, so I just tossed my sweaty socks to one side before I reached for the waistband of my shorts.
Turning my back to Will, I gave a quick tug downwards. I'd made sure I'd gotten hold of both shorts and boxers, so the movement left my arse bare. Pulling both up again I spun round and smirked at Will. His face was looking flushed. He was getting off on this, and so was I. I noticed he'd started to play with himself. "Uh, no you don't," I said smacking his hand. I wasn't sure why I'd done that, did I give him the impression that I'd take care of it for him later? I wasn't sure I was ready to go that far yet. But who knew? I was having loads of fun showing off my body to someone who really appreciated it, so much so that I was starting to get a half hard. I pushed my growing bulge into Will's leg and rubbed up and down a couple of times. I saw his hand come out to touch me, but I stepped away, teasing him even more. He groaned.
For the next couple of minutes I kept giving Will quick glances of my goodies before covering them back up again. After looking over at the Jacuzzi, which was almost full, I thought I'd better bring my little show to an end. In one final move I pulled both my shorts and boxers down before stepping out of them. Will clapped enthusiastically as I gave him a deep bow.
"God, G, you were great," Will said, making me blush.
"Okay, your turn now," I said approaching the vanity.
"Oh no, I don't have a nice body like yours."
"Rubbish. Anyway the bath's almost full, so we haven't time for anything fancy. Arms up." I pulled off his T-shirt, but when I moved to unbutton his shorts, he stopped me.
"Uh, G, I, uh."
I smiled. "Did I give Willie a woody?" I could tell from the lump in his shorts that I had.
He blushed. "Well what did you expect?"
"It's all right," Just to prove that it really was, I gave my cock a few strokes to bring it up to full hardness. "There, mine's just like yours now."
Will stared at my bone. Okay, it wasn't small, but I'd seen bigger ones in porno mags and things.
This time Will didn't stop me from undressing him. I lifted him off the sink unit and his shorts and boxers fell to the floor. "I don't know how anyone could ever call you 'Little Willie,' not with a wanger like that one." Will was cut, I hadn't seen many of them before, well not up close and certainly not hard. I was sort of pleased that he wasn't as big as me, but he still had quite a length.
"Thanks, Graham, you don't know how much that means to hear you say that."
"Sor-right. Sorry for calling you Willie earlier. I didn't mean it in a bad way." I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. "Okay, my well hung friend, it's time to get in the tub." I picked him up and gently lowered him into the water.
"I can manage, you know." Will said, but he didn't sound angry or anything.
"I know you can, I just wanted to carry you."
Will put a hand round my neck and pulled me down for a kiss.
I got into the oval tub and sat down facing him. We rubbed our feet against each other's legs, but neither of us touched the other's cocks. I was glad about that, it would have been going too far for me. Will seemed to understand bless him.
After we towelled ourselves dry and had put on the dressing gowns that the hotel had provided, I helped Will back into the bedroom.
"So, what are we going to do for tea or supper or whatever it's called," I said sitting on the side of the bed facing Will.
"I want to get out of this room for a bit."
I nodded. The walls were beginning to close in on me too.
"I know the tour doesn't cover the cost of evening meals, but I don't think I'd be up to walking to a restaurant or anything. So I thought we could just have supper in the hotel's dining room."
I'd seen the prices on the menus and didn't fancy paying that much for a full meal. But knowing Will couldn't get out, I thought I'd just settle for a bowl of soup or something. "Okay, sounds good to me."
"G, um," Will bit his lip. "Would you let me pay for the meal tonight?" He held up a hand to stop me from arguing. "It's because of me that we can't go out, so it's not fair that you should have to pay. Though if you'd rather go out and eat something by yourself, that would be all right."
I could tell Will didn't really want me to leave him, and I didn't want to either. So, even though I hated it that he was paying for me again, I agreed.
"Great," he smiled. "The hotel might comp our supper anyway, like they did at lunchtime."
"Oh yeah, I meant to ask you about that. How come they did what they did?"
"Probably to keep me from suing them."
"This is America, if anything goes wrong, such as me twisting my ankle this morning, it's always somebody else's fault. So people fling law suits at one another all the time."
"Yeah, I don't like how litigious my country has become, but it's a fact of life."
"You're not going to sue them are you?"
"Nah, but it wouldn't be in my, our interests to let them know that."
"You crafty bugger."
We got dressed, nothing fancy, this was Florida after all. Will called down to the front desk to ask if they had a pair of crutches he could use, I was amazed they actually did, and once they were delivered, we made our way downstairs.
I was surprised to see Gary working in the dining room since I thought he was supposed to finish at 6 pm. "Good evening gentlemen," he said, smiling at me.
I could tell Will wasn't best pleased to see Gary. "Table for two," I asked. "And could we have something quiet and out of the way, please?"
"Yes, of course, Mr Knight. If you would follow me?" He walked too quickly and Will wasn't able to keep up. I don't know if Gary did it on purpose, but I stayed at Will's side and I made sure Gary saw me making a bit of a fuss of Will as I got him sat down.
"Would you both like pre-dinner drinks?" Gary asked, getting out his pad.
"Yes, I'll have a dry martini. Graham, would you like a beer?" Will said, almost challenging Gary to bring up the fact that I wasn't old enough to be served alcohol. 'God, Will could be a feisty little bugger when he wanted to.
"Certainly. I'll get your drinks while you choose from the menu, and please order anything you like, courtesy of the hotel."
Will just nodded, dismissing Gary. I was dead impressed.
"Wonder why he's still working?" I asked once Gary had gone. Will just shrugged, he obviously didn't want to talk about Gary. Can't really say I did either.
The dining room was pretty empty. Most of the people on our tour must have decided to eat somewhere else. Though I liked Mamie and Dorothy well enough, it was nice that it was just Will and me. I told him so, which made him smile.
After we'd eaten, and cause it was free I made a bit of a pig of myself, Will ordered a glass of white wine, I had another beer. Just before Gary left our table, I picked up my glass and said, "To us."
I think Will was a bit surprised, but he hid it well. "Yes, to us."
* * * * *
Because I'd had an afternoon nap, I couldn't get to sleep that night. After we'd had dinner, tea, supper or whatever it was called, Will and I decided to go and sit by the pool. The terrace had loads of little lights scattered about, the pool was lit under-water. We just sat and occasionally talked, but the many silences didn't seem awkward or anything.
After we'd gone to bed, though, I was restless.
"You can't sleep, either?" Will asked.
"Nope. Sorry, was I keeping you awake?"
I lay there in my bed for a couple more minutes, my heart starting to beat a bit faster at what was on my mind. Before I could chicken out, I said, "Will?"
"Could I, um, would it be all right if I came and slept in your bed with you?"
I heard the rustle of bed sheets. "Hang on a minute, I'll put on some underwear."
"No, Will, please don't."
There was a slight pause. "You sure?"
I swallowed. "Yes, I'm sure." I got out of my bed, shucked off my boxers and climbed in beside Will. "Thanks, mate."