Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 01:32:43 +0100 From: Nick Vandermens Subject: Adventures of Ethan and Remy: The Cruise Part 1 Disclaimer: You have to be of legal age to read this, also make sure you aren't breaking any laws by doing so. This story will contain under-age homosexual relationships between two teenage boys and possible scenes of a sexual nature. If you find that this type of material offensive or you otherwise decide not to need this sort of thing in your life, then you should go elsewhere and perhaps reconsider the location you are looking for stories, as seriously... you are in the wrong place. I am an adult, I write fiction. All the people in story are fictional and any relation to real people is purely coincidental. The cruise ship does not exist and the actual cruise itself is a fictional voyage that to my knowledge doesn't exist as one single voyage. I have been on a cruise ship a couple of times, never as a passenger, but as a ships guest so I do have a limited understanding as to how ships guests are treated outside of passengers, although I have never been on one as luxurious as the one in my story. Smash Media Group is a figment of my imagination. It is not basedon any real company or organisation. Since this story might be a long one I am going to have various interludes where I introduce some more of the characters that crop up in the story. I'm never sure if I should put sex scenes in stories, so let me know if I should put more or less sex in the story, or even remove it completely. As it stands the sex in this story is at the end of this chapter, so if you don't want to read it, you can skip straight over it without missing anything. Characters in this chapter: Ethan Warrington: A fourteen-year-old Brit that fell in love with Remy when he stopped over to visit his cousin last year, then aged thirteen. We fell in love and the rest is history. Remington "Remy" Acres: A fourteen year old from New York State. Ethan's partner. Connor Wright: Remy's English cousin and my best friend. Harry Acres: Remy's Father and multimillionaire owner of Smash Media Group The events in this story take place after the story "An English Boy In New York", which is not a prerequisite for this story and you should be able to enjoy this story in its entirety without having read it. Adventures of Ethan and Remy The Cruise. Part One I had gone over the trip details a numerous times; it was a Queen's Stateroom at the aft of the ship. It was pretty much the biggest cabin on the entire ship. The thing came supplied with a butler, champagne and a turn-down service. It was the embodiment of pure luxury. I memorised that image, and imagined myself pacing around the room in my plush (complimentary) executive slippers and bathrobe and the butler asking me if there was anything else I would like before I turned in for the night. Luxury. Over the last couple of years Remy's parents had been going on these voyages mainly to promote the Smash Media Group, owned by Mr Acres (Remy's dad) himself. The media group didn't own the ship, no some other big company owned that, it was how it worked, and generally three companies made up the compliment. The actual ship itself, which was owned by some big shipping company and they provided the Captain and maison d'ˆtre and hotel staff, then there was the technical company that was hired to do all the electrical and engine stuff, headed by the Chief Engineer then finally there was the Entertainment company, which was Smash Media Group, who appointed a Entertainment Director and then tons and tons of people to sort out excursions and keep people smiling. So it was a pretty high profile visit when the CEO of Smash Media pays the ship a visit. The last minute hospitalisation of Mrs Acres caused some ripples in the tranquil Acres household. Mr Acres wanted to stay behind and look after his wife, while Mrs Acres wanted him to put his face to the company and do his duty. As he had done each year the ship left New York harbour. It was particularly important this year because it was a new ship. It was Remy's silver tongue that saved the day. He had persuaded, somehow, that not only should his father let us go in his place, it would benefit the company. Mr Acres was trying to promote his company to be a socially forward company that could cater for the posh and the pop all at the same time. Who is better than to send your socially forward son and his gay lover as his representatives on a cruise? Not any cruise, a luxury cruise. Mr Acres had initially thought this a bad idea, but he warmed to it pointing out that it was gay people that pretty much ran the music industry. He had also considered sending his brother, but quickly threw the idea out... he was just too gay. He thought about his eldest son, the most likely heir to the group, but then he was too straight laced. Also out of the country. His daughter would just spend him out of home and fortune if she ever got let alone on a cruise ship. The natural choice for both him as a family man and a businessman was Remy. I couldn't have agreed more. After all, I got a free cruise. Not that I'm shallow, but it was a free cruise. There was a cost though. Remy was to represent his father on the opening night as well as do a few meet and greets during the two week voyage. It was his first time actually doing something for the company and to say he was nervous was putting it lightly. It was his time in the spotlight and even though he was known to the media as the second son of Smash Media Group tycoon Harry Acres, he wasn't important enough to actually be in the news. Remy's dad had taken us aside and had a little chat with us before we went. It was something that was on my mind too, after all we were two fourteen year old boys travelling together in the same cabin. He wasn't against us rooming together, he wouldn't have given the tickets if he hadn't have thought we were responsible enough. He had actually said outright that he expected us to be discreet, but not completely closeted, and if we were to have screwed each other we were to clean up the mess afterwards. Yep, he had actually said that. One of the richest men in the world talking to his son and his boyfriend, giving his permission for them to screw each other. It was an awkward moment I'll tell you that, but I suppose in his mind, two horny teenagers in love will have sex, even if you make them promise not to, it's just going to happen and to look at Remy with his dark brown hair and his gorgeous green eyes who could not want to screw him? The whole heart-to-heart had made us think about us as a couple. We were really only out to family and close friends. Some people at my old school knew, but as soon as we moved that became irrelevant, I'm not likely to even see them again, not least worry about their opinions of me. I'm currently being home schooled by the same tutor as Remy, so school friends were limited to just me, Remy and Brittany, his sister. There were a few people around the neighbourhood, but since the estate is filled with people with lots of money, you don't pass many kids in the street, they are all tucked away inside huge gated properties, which was ironic as our house was now much too big for us to live in. If I wasn't at home I was studying with Remy, or just being with Remy at his massive house, or at mine, with Remy, or simply anywhere we fancied on being together at. Some people say that if you spend too much time together you get too accustomed to them and some of the magic dies off. We've been together for months now, and it's still as sharp as the day I met him. We had decided to travel quietly and not by limo as Remy's dad has suggested, neither of us liked the big entrances, we liked quiet and subtle. Instead we got a taxi to the New York harbour. We saw the ship before the taxi had even pulled up and it was bloody massive; it had a black base to it and the rest was a gleaming white, the thing loomed over the whole dockyards like a skyscraper on its side. There were people passing by taking pictures of the behemoth so they can go home and tell their loved ones they saw the King William V berthed at New York. We were actually going on that thing and sailing all the way to the Canary Islands off the coast of Africa. There would be a long week at sea before we get to the island chain, so I hoped there would be plenty to do. I had tried to look too much at the ships layout as I didn't want the experience of exploring this monster to be ruined. We paid the driver his fee, plus a courteous tip and lifted our small packs out of the cab. Our main luggage had been sent ahead; there was no way that one suitcase would have been enough, let alone carry them. You do realise we had to not only pack beachwear but a phenomenal amount of suits and posh clothes not just for the evening, but apparently you had to wear respectable clothing all day, and skinny jeans and a v-neck just don't cut it when you are meant to be big company stock. We headed through some massive security gates and towards the ship. There were streams of people all queuing up already. We had been instructed to look for our chaperone for the two weeks, but we had not been given his name or any information, just not to worry about it, "he'll find you". True to Mr Acres words we quickly noticed a gloved hand waving at us. There was no one behind us so my powers of deduction were in tip top condition. The man was beckoning us towards him. He wore a uniform, so naturally we obliged. "Good Morning, young sirs. My name is Pedro, Mr Acres has asked me to get you settled into your cabin. I'll be your personal butler on your voyage, as hired by Mr Acres himself." The man had a Mediterranean look about him. Greek, I guessed. He was also as fruity as a fruitcake. I have never realised that someone could be that gay. I seriously thought his wrist had no bones in it he was waving it about so enthusiastically. "Your cases have already been taken on board, so if you'll follow me we can board the ship now." The man turned and headed towards the ship and up a twisting set of corridors that didn't seem to be particularly busy. Me and Remy exchanged knowing glances, grinned and followed. "Oh, this is not one of the passenger ramps," He said, as if the thought had occurred to me. "this is for crew only, but since you are ship's guests this saves the hassle of queuing up with all the little people below." He gestured out one of the walkway windows and I was surprised to see that we had been walking up a gantry and we were now looking down on the people all queuing for their holiday. We arrived at a luggage scan area where we got our hand baggage passed off before actually stepping onto the ship. We passed through one of those airport archways which always made me worry that it would bleep when I go through them and something embarrassing is going to happen. It didn't. Although when I actually stepped over the gap onto the ship I tripped on the door seal and nearly fell into the ocean. That would have been a bad start. At first it was a bit misleading as we entered a corridor lined with linoleum and white laminated walls. Not exactly the decor I expected on a cruise liner. A few seconds later Pedro opened another door and what lay beyond was a stark difference to the corridor we had just left. Two things happened then; firstly I realised that the linoleum clad hallways were the crew only areas, secondly every other doorway in the crew area was a sealing door and as such as a lip you had to step over. I had this second realisation as my face mashed against Pedro's backside as my body continued its forward trajectory while my feet were wondering what a step was doing on an apparently flat floor. What's the pointing putting those steps in every other door like that. I know they are meant to keep water from moving into one compartment to another, but seriously, if water was at this level of the ship, I don't think closing this door would matter much as more than half the ship would be submerged. Once I had apologised for head-butting Pedro in the rear I noticed where I was. The main lobby room was sparkling with gold and upholstery and expansive. There was a mural on the wall nestled between two staircases that seemed to curl around every part of the three floored lobby before you got to your floor. Up on the ceiling, three decks above me was a chandelier that was so ornate and delicate, it looked like a slight breeze could bring the millions of glass tear-drops raining to the ground. I didn't want to be under it when the ship started hitting those waves. Even Remy was in awe and we had to double step to keep up with Pedro who was climbing into an elevator. We followed him and watched as he punched the deck number seven. The elevator lurched and then seemed to effortlessly glide up to deck 7 before pinging open at our floor. We walked a short way down the lush wood panelled corridors where door after door seemed to be uncomfortable close together as if they were slightly generously space school lockers. I wondered if there was actually enough room to put a bed in one of those lockers. As we walked down the corridor I managed a peek into an open room as people were getting settled in. Inside the locker was a double bed, placed long ways against he side of the room. There was enough room, barely to get past by the floor of the bed. There was even window at the far end, that I assumed wasn't on the inside cabin area, and a sofa opposite a TV and a writing bureau. I assumed there was a bathroom, as there must have been, but it must have been behind the door as I didn't see it as I only had the briefest of seconds to absorb all this information. I'm glad I didn't have to sleep in one of those poky little rooms. As we arrived at our suite we noticed that the spaces between each door was increasing, generally indicating that each cabin had more and more space. In fact as we reached the end of the corridor, and supposedly the end of the ship, the corridor turned left and joined up with the corridor on the other side of the ship so one could effectively keep walking around in circles, forever. Along this looping corridor which was, I assumed the back of the ship, was only two doors. The nearest one was ours and Pedro was busy poking some card into the door slot. There was a click and the door swung open. At first glance I thought they had forgotten to put a bed in the room, then I remembered from the room plan that it wasn't the bedroom, it was a reception room with sofas and a coffee table and a plasma television stuck to the wall on one side. Admittedly the brochure wasn't exactly to scale, but I could have put my entire ground floor old house in here. We stepped further into the room and found doors that led off into other areas of the suite; there was a dining room surrounded with chairs, and off that was a kitchen type arrangement with no actual cooking appliances, it looked more like a place to sort the food before serving it to the table than an actual kitchen. On the other side of the suite was a queen sized bed with masses of pillows, a walk in closet, a duel basin bathroom with a two person shower, but the best thing of all was the balcony. It wrapped around two sides of the suite and no matter how far I stuck my neck over the railings, it was completely private. There was no way anyone could see onto our balcony or even into our suite. Pedro had left us our keycards and ship ID so we could pay for stuff, apparently just by swiping this car, and left us to our settling in, but not after showing us the TV controls and explaining some of the perks we get. He also gave us a little wink and a smile when he showed us how the bed angled for better TV watching for times in the evening when we want to rest (wink, wink). He refused a tip before he left, which was just as well as we didn't know how to use the card to tip, or even if we were expected to. Although he was our assigned butler so maybe tipping him every time he did something was a bit too generous. Our luggage was piled in the middle of the main room in front of the sofas. It took us a while to unpack but eventually I was packing away the last of my belongings into one of the many draws when I started to feel a bit uneasy. I noticed Remy had also paused in his actions. It was a peculiar feeling and you had to actually stop moving to feel it. A slight unbalance in the ears that while hard to feel directly, you needed to take a sideways step to stop yourself from stumbling. "We're moving." Remy exclaimed and we both darted onto the balcony where we could see New York creeping slowly away from us. The ship had officially sailed and was beginning to push away from the docks. We were officially on holiday. There was a long pause while we both took in the feeling of being on a cruise ship together. It was something unreal, something that used to exist only in my head and in my dreams. Here I was, head over heels in love with my friend's cousin, on a ship with him sailing across the ocean to a chain of islands off the coast of Africa, in style nonetheless. I reached out and took Remy's hand in mine as we looked over the side of balcony and at New York drifting slowly away. "You realise no one can see us here?" Remy said looking up. "We could be here completely naked and no one would ever notice." "Apart from the entire southern side of Manhattan." I said nodding towards the towering skyscrapers of New York. Remy elbowed me gently in the ribs. "I meant when we're at sea. We can put a blanket on the wood floor there and make-out under starlight in the buff." "We'd have to put a sign on the door saying do-not-disturb. We don't want Pedro coming in seeing us making out with the moonlight shining off your butt." I joked. "He might like it though, didn't you sense it? I'm pretty sure I caught him looking at your butt." Remy patted my backside and grinned. "Come to think of it, you got a good close look at his" "Hey, not fair. I fell over that stupid lip on the door." I laughed at his devilish smile. "Smart casual night tonight, since it's the first night." Remy said matter-of-factly spinning about so his back leaned against the balcony rails. "Welcome night is tomorrow, which I'm not looking forward to. Later today though is the lifeboat drill, in case we sink we need to know which boat to use." "Really? They have lifeboat drills? How often do they do that?" I asked, never having been on a cruise before. "Only once per embarkation. There will be another one next week when we port and some passengers get off and new ones get on. Hopefully we can avoid that one." He took a lungful of sea air. "I can still smell the smell of New York; hot dogs and gas." He paused, and I could see a thought formulate on his brow. "How about we go to the Lido and grab some breakfast?" I had eaten breakfast early this morning, but it was so early that it felt like lunchtime. It was only 10am, and while official breakfast was over, the Lido served food through all hours of the day like some slimmer's nightmare. There was bound to be something there to eat. "You know the way?" I asked. "Nope." Remy said as he started to walk through the suite. "But we can do a bit of exploring on the way." Sounded like a plan. I trotted after him making sure I grabbed the keycards on the way and I shut the door behind us. "Damn." Remy exclaimed. "I forgot the..." He turned around abruptly and saw the keycard I was gesturing towards him. "Oh... heh." He floundered sheepishly. "What would I do without you?" "Sleep in the corridor." I said through a smile. "There are some lifts down here. I remember that it had a list of places on the wall." "Lift?" Remy questioned in his mock British accent. "I say, we call them elevators dear boy." "Actually, my American friend, this is a British ship, so they are actually lifts here. Lifts! Not elevators." I was feeling a bit impish so I blew a raspberry at him scaring a couple who was just exiting their cabin. "Urgh, you just sprayed my face." Remy laughed while wiping my spit spray from his face. "Sorry, got carried away." I said to him, and the couple who were looking at me quizzically. They probably wondered where our parents were. The lift did actually have a little label next to deck 9 saying "Lido". So much for exploration, and as duly as lifts do, the doors slid open and gave us out first view of the Lido. There were already a fair few people that decided to grab a mid morning snack after spending their morning travelling to the docks. There was a vast selection of food on display that simply confounded me; if this was between meals then I would love to see an actual mealtime spread. It also occurred to me that with the ship's many restaurants and the seven day voyage across the Atlantic how much food they must have stored on board, and how much of it stays fresh. Or does the menu start of fresh and you get more long life stuff the later you get into your crossing. "Don't think about it." Remy said to me. Another of his wondrous quirks was that he seemed to be able to read me like a book. "We're here to enjoy ourselves. Don't think about what they do with the waste food or where they make it, or how they keep it so appealing. Just eat and enjoy." I hadn't actually thought about how they keep all the fresh meats fresh. All I knew was that you could only keep refrigerated meats in the fridge for a few days before they walk off on their own. However, I was confidant, generally, that these people knew what they were doing and I could eat without risk of death or serious poisoning. Remy passed me a tray. "Load up, we have two weeks of all-you-can-eat." He started shovelling bread and cheeses onto his plate. I shrugged and followed suit, choosing a selection of biscuits and pate and then we both found a secluded booth to sit down and enjoy our first food selection on the King William V cruise ship. "Mr Acres?" A uniformed woman appeared and aimed the question at both of us. Remy stood up and offered the lady his hand. "Remington Acres." The lady took his hand and gave it a shake. "And you must be Ethan Warrington, Remington's plus one." He held her hand out and I followed Remy's lead and stood to shake her hand. I wasn't used to being this formal and proper, but I had to keep up appearances. I'm not sure I liked being referred to as a plus one, but I was glad that I was at least recognised as being linked to Remy. I wasn't sure if plus one meant plus partner, or plus guest; but I guess that being outed to the first person I meet on the ship was pushing it a bit. "I'm Carmine Gladstone, the entertainment director on board the KW5. Sorry I couldn't meet you as you boarded I was meeting some of the passengers as they embarked." She began. "How is your Mother? Is she doing okay?" She directed at Remy as he and I sat back down. "Very well thanks,, Remy responded politely. "She's been told to take it easy for a while and not to put any weight on her foot for at least five weeks. My Father decided to stay by her side and help her cope." "Well send her my regards and well wishes." She beamed. "But now it's the Son of the great family who follows in his Fathers footsteps." Her smile turned into a light chuckle. "Well boys. Have fun on this trip. No one knows your faces yet so make the most of it." Remy returned the courteous mile. "Until tomorrow night." "Exactly." She stood up straight, as to make a departure. "Oh, and Ethan?" I looked up at her expectantly. "Yes Miss Gladstone?" She smirked at me. "Call me Carmine, or Car." I nodded. "Liven up a bit. You're on a cruise ship. You look so nervous and tense." I was taken aback but Remy saved me. "He's not used to being pampered as such, but he deserves it" He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and gave me a reassuring squeeze. I blushed a little at the affection. I thought about saying something quirky and humorous back at them, but my brain didn't want to do anything but splutter like a girl, so I kept my gob shut. "Well," he broke the tension. "Harry was quite the socialiser himself, and from what I hear, his son is a chip off the old block." She jerked her head towards Remy. I smiled shyly. "And don't worry about what other people think, people on these cruises are more liberal than you would think. And besides, you two make a lovely couple." I blushed even more. If I had been a cartoon, steam would have come out my ears. She left us after patting my head and headed off down one of the extensive thoroughfares through the Lido. Thank got that was over. "She's right you know." Remy said to me, calmly. I turned to face him with a concerned frown on my face that I knew shouldn't be there. "You look uncomfortable, if everything okay?" I bit my bottom lip; I was going to have to get all gushy. I owed him that much. "I feel so out of place here; it's all glamour and glitz. I feel like at any time I'm going to do something or say something that is classed as lower class and make a fool of us and of you." I fidgeted, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Remy reached and put his arm around me and pulled me onto him. It was comforting, and this simple act of affection and love spoke volumes. He could have just held me and I would have been okay, but his words were what really mattered, I was ready to melt. "I understand. You met my dad so you know what he's like. You also know how different I am from him. I do have an advantage though, I have seen dad interacting with dignitaries and high class businessmen. I can do the act pretty well." He then cupped my head in his hands and directed my gaze towards his own eyes. "But I really don't give a damn about what people think about you." His eyes pierced my own. I knew I was looking into his heart as he spoke, I saw love and dedication. "You be whoever you are and that's who I love. If they can't handle it, then tough on them. Besides, I think you'll do fine. You already passed the Dad test, and he wouldn't have sent us together if he thought you'd be bad for the company. So do me, him and you a favour. Be yourself and nothing more. Gottit?" "Gottit." I replied nodded and duly melted at his words. I smiled warmly; his words were more than enough and I just loved him a little more that day as he kissed me lightly on the lips. "Didn't your dad say be discreet?" I asked, my eyes darting left and right for any attention. "This is discreet. Being obvious would be me draping you over the fruit counter and screwing your brains out in front of everyone." "Yeah, that would be obvious." I nodded thoughtfully while trying to stifle a laugh. "It would be good though. I bet we can find some interesting uses for some of those strange shaped pieces of fruit. I mean, what the hell is that." I pointed at a piece of fruit that had been carved into a woman's face. "Melon. I heard they do fruit carvings here. That's pretty impressive. That one there looks just like a yellow penis." "That's a banana." "Same difference." He stood up. "I'm done eating. Want to go explore the ship for real this time." He held his hand out, letting me know he'll keep his word. I took it wilfully and we went exploring. The ship was truly enormous. We explored everywhere we thought we were allowed and even located an exclusive bar that was guarded by a uniformed crewman who told us we couldn't enter without the proper pass. We wandered off somewhere else slightly disappointed until we bumped into a passing ships officer in his uniform and I dropped my ship ID. I wasn't even aware it had crept that far out of my trousers. "Oh hey guys." The officer said as he picked up my ID from the floor. "Oooooh." He exclaimed with over zealous enthusiasm. "You're the Smash Media guys, welcome aboard." "Oh, thanks." I said, not really knowing the etiquette for talking to a ships officer. I think I might have overdone the simper a bit though. "I'm John Fischer, Chief Engineer on the KW five. You guys should come to the crew get together on Sunday afternoon. Its the best time for the crew to unwind themselves and we'd love to see you guys there." "Oh thanks," Remy thanked him. "I wasn't sure we were allowed into the crew areas." "Are you kidding, look!" He pointed at my ID card. It never really registered before, but right there on the card was not Passenger ID, but Crew ID. "You two are classified as Supernumeraries. You basically can go where you like guys, after all you are representing the company that runs the Entertainment on the ship, which is as far as I'm concerned basically everything except the engine." He laughed. "But don't tell the Captain that." "Wow, that's cool." I said. I had to say something. "Any problem with anyone, just flash the card. Anyway boys, I have to get to the bridge. They have a fresh batch of sandwiches just sent up there, and if I don't get there now, O'Leary will eat all the egg and cress. Oh and if you ever want a tour of the Engine room, let me know. Anyway, later guys." The Chief Engineer gave us a quick wave goodbye and vanished around a corridor. "Remy?" I turned to him. "He was nice don't you think?" "Yeah, but we have a Queen's Suite don't we?" "Yeah we do. What about it?" "That was the Queen's Lounge we just got refused entry into." I waved my card at him. "I'm curious as to what exotic privileged luxuries lie within." The expression on Remy's face was priceless as he realised what I meant. "Oh... yeah. We have the best suite on the ship. We already have access to that lounge and we just walked away. Dammit, let's go back and give him a piece of our upper-class rich minds." We marched, or rather mischievously ambled back to the Queen's Lounge where we were apparently mistaken to be average passengers. Hah, what did he know! We showed our cards to the doorman who simply stated his apologies but to get in the room you need the appropriate room key, Supernumerary or not. So we naturally popped out our room key and poked it into the slot on the Lounge door. It bleeped and opened. "Have a nice day, sirs." He said, probably a bit too apologetically, and in we walked feeling a little smug. Was this what being rich and loaded was really like? Remy suddenly stopped mid stride and I bumped into him. "Hey, what's up?" I asked peering around him. Then I noticed that there were about fifteen people spread out, generally in couples all over the lounge. Some at the bar and some on the sofas drinking from stemmed glasses or delicate mugs of what I could only assume to be coffees or teas. That wasn't the problem though. Each person had stopped in their current action and looked our way. It was like one of those old Western movies when the cowboy enters the saloon and the piano stops playing and everyone turned to face the new stranger in town. "Looks like we found it, Ethan! It's full of posh people looking at two urchins." He recovered quicker than me. "Let's grab ourselves a drink." He grabbed my wrist and led me over to the bar where he hoisted himself onto a stool. I hopped into my own barstool, which made me feel even smaller than I felt with all these eyes on me. My feet couldn't even touch the floor which made me feel like I was five. "Afternoon gentlemen, we don't get many youngsters in here. What can I get you?" The barman said as he stepped up to us. "Can you make an Orange Velvet? My dad says this ship makes the best ones." Remy asked the barman. "Sure, and for your friend?" "I'll have the same, whatever that is." I shrugged. "Coming right up! Room number?" He asked, presumably for the billing. Remy popped his ID card on the table. The barman did a double-take at the card. "Ah, I should have known." Remy smiled knowingly as the barman retreated from the bar and began making the Orange Velvet. I had no idea what an Orange Velvet was until I saw him making it. It was basically a mixture of shaken cream mixed with pineapple and orange juice which was then strained into a cocktail glass and a few lumps of ice added. My mouth was watering by the time the barman places the glasses in front of us. The barman plopped in a straw into each glass before sliding the glasses over to us. "Enjoy boys." I thanked the barman and brought my lips to the straw and took a suck. It was orangey all right, and it was so smooth that is was like eating orange flavoured silk. "Like it?" Remy smiled around his straw. "It's fantastic." I took another sip. "I could drink ten of these." "Four is my record. But these are richer than what I'm used to, so I'd probably only manage another one or two before I get sick and yak up all over the place." Charming. I had actually kissed that mouth. I risked a look around me and found that most of the people had given up looking at us since the barman hadn't kicked us out, they had assumed we were of suitable class to be worth tolerating. There were a few people that kept glancing our way, after all we were still in casual clothing, not the elegant casual shirt and trousers that most people wore. I had every intention of conforming to dress code, but this day was embarkation day, I think a bit of leeway was expected, and as posh as I was meant to be on this ship, I wasn't about to change my outfit so soon in the day, just because some rich people took offence. The PA system barked at us ruining out drinks, saying that the lifeboat drill was about to begin shortly and passengers should return to their cabins. There was a shuffle of feat as people duly started heading back to their cabins in order to collect life preservers. We drank up and followed suit. The lifeboat drill was followed by a general announcement by Captain Jonathon O'Leary welcoming us aboard the Cruise Ship King William five and he hopes we will have a wonderful time on board, blah, blah, blah. Please visit the concierge or visit the entertainment kiosk to book your seats and events, etcetera, etcetera. We returned to our Suite and watched America vanish over the horizon on our private balcony. We sat there quietly watching the wash from the engines stir up the ocean as we headed east towards Europe and Africa. * * * Even though it was evening and the last few rays of sunlight were barely glinting off the sea, the air was warm and humid. I had already shucked off most of my clothing and lay on the lounger in just a pair of Remy's swimming shorts. I was always a shorts person, never a speedo guy. I never liked the restrictive feel of the material, especially on a boy in the throes of adolescence. You never know when you might spring a wood and the loose material of a pair of shorts gave you some modesty. Speedo's are not known for hiding your modesty, although I have to admit. They are great to look at, which is probably why I feared getting boners in them. "Hey!" Remy shouted at me from inside the suite where he had just finished his shower. I turned to look at him and rolled my eyes and laughed when I saw him. He was completely naked as the day he was born. He bounced over to me and straddled me on the lounger. "Bloody hell Remy," I giggled as he landed on me, pressing on my stomach. "You should have eaten less dinner." He leaned over and pressed his nose against mine. "I'm feeling naughty." "You're always feeling naughty." I said to him, trying to act all sensible and 'British'. "But you don't fool me..." I ran my hands up and down his torso feeling his subtle curves. How can his skin be so delicate and soft and erotic? It's skin, I have some too, but what was it about Remy's skin that turned me on so. "Nope, not naughty. Sexy, hot and delicious maybe, but not naughty," Remy sat upright and raised a single eyebrow at me. "Not even the slightest bit naughty?" "Not a molecule." I stated as defiantly as I could. "Then allow me to correct you!" He lunged into action and grabbed hold of my shorts and tugged at them. He caught me by surprised so the only resistance he encountered was my boner which soon gave up its hold and bounced back against my belly with a slapping sound. He fell backwards and I fell onto the balcony deck, my shorts around my ankles. Quickly he pulled them off the rest of the way and then held them looking at me with a mischievous grin on his face. "Not naughty?" He said waving them beside his head. "Nope." I said adamantly, trying to stifle a grin. "Okay..." He threw my shorts over the balcony. "No." I raced after them. I'm not sure what I expected to be able to do, I could hardly fly after them. Looking over the balcony I noticed that directly below us was a slightly offset balcony not unlike ours. Except ours was private and not even anyone above us could see down onto ours. On their balcony though, were my shorts. "You freak!" I laughed. "They were yours!" Then it occurred to me we were both standing on our balcony completely nude. It wasn't embarrassing, in fact it was quite liberating. I could feel the air wrap itself around parts of me that never generally got a direct sea breeze. It was naughty, and daring, even though no one could see us it still felt like we were breaking some sort of rule. Remy was looking at me with his soft eyes and his fringe, still we from his shower was waving over his eyes. I looked over his body, with its soft lines, yet the definition of musculature could be seen though the silken layers of effervescent skin. The beams of sun shining off the sea lit up one side of his body and cast a shadow onto the floor of the balcony, the only non smooth line was the jutting salute of his boyhood. He was hard, hard for me. It was the greatest honour that a gay boy could have, to find that someone finds you so attractive that they are physically aroused. It was mutual of course, my own boyhood was pointing to the object of my desires. "You know something?" He said softly. He never waited for a response from me, not that I knew what to say at this point. My mind was drinking in this beauty in front of me. "Each morning I wake up and I have to check the pillow next to me. I have to make sure that you are there and the time we've been together wasn't just a dream." His face was gentle and soft, the face he made when he was being sincere. "I'm the luckiest boy alive you know." He stepped up to me and placed his hand on my cheek. "I love you Ethan Warrington. I love you with all my heart." I tear fell down my cheek. No matter how much he declared his love for me it still made my heart melt. I reached for him and pulled him into an embrace, giving him a tight squeeze. "I love you too Remy Acres." I ran my hand through his drying hair. "I never believed in soul-mates 'till I met you. Nothing will keep me from loving you, even if you do stupid things like throw your own shorts over the balcony." I felt him bounce under my embrace. I was concerned for a moment, thinking he was crying and then I realised it wasn't crying, it was laughter. "I wonder what they will think to find a pair of shorts on their balcony." He laughed. I broke the embrace to see his smiling face. That smile that could light up the planet in the middle of the night. "They could be anyone's." "I think they know who is above them by now. We're two teen lovers in the best suite, I'm sure the rumour of our romance is spreading throughout the ship." Remy never replied, at least not with his voice. He had cupped my balls and was starting to nibble at my neck. I loved it when he did that. He bit down and I yelped. "Naughty?" he asked on more time. "Yes, you most certainly are." I let him push me gently onto the lounger, this time the flesh of my behind touching the soft wooden slats Remy climbed onto me lying the length of his body along the top of mine, maximising the flesh on flesh contact of our two naked bodies. I was a bit shorter than he was, but his boner was still pressed against my stomach as he cupped and played with my balls as he continued to nibble an suck at my neck, gradually moving his way downwards. He lavished attention on my nipples which I had never considered objects of a sexual nature until Remy started to administer them. Now I loved it when he flicked them with his tongue and even more so when he pinched them between his teeth. It was like a cross-wire of pain and pleasure, never quite knowing where the pain ended and the pleasure began, and all the same my dick responded and started to drip. Remy noticed and started to smear the precum over my dick head with his thumb. The feeling was amazing, even though I know what it feels like and he has done it before, a few times, it still feels like the first time each time. I shivered as he nibbled at my nipples and swept his thumb over the tip of my reddening cock. I felt I had to do something with my hands, otherwise I would have reach down there and finished myself off. I ran my hands through Remy's hair. It was a weakness of mine. I loved the feel of his hair flowing through my fingers, it was so silky and soft and the smell of it on my hands was one scented of fruit and cleanliness. His nibbling and tonguing got lower and lower until he reached my pubes. I had always kept my pubes tidy and neat. I never really got any ball hair much to my relief or even crack hair, which I abhorred, and I had a smooth stomach that led to a nice triangular patch of dark blonde pubes that were neatly trimmed. Remy skipped over my cock and started to lick at the insides of my thighs. In frustration I think my dick leaked another round of precum and I resisted the urge to reach down there and wank myself off. Remy grabbed my knees and pushed my legs back over my head, exposing the part of me only Remy has seen with his bare eyes (if you exclude my mother when I was still in nappies). This time was something different, something that had intrigued me but I had never had the courage to actually do. He leaned down and started at the perineum and tongue bathes the area until he reached my asshole. He looked at me for permission; I just smiled at him and gave a nod. I've had his fingers and even his cock down there banging against my backdoor, but never something as flexible as a tongue. It was simply amazing; it was like the tongue was made for probing that sort of orifice. I was silently glad that I had recently been and cleaned that area, but I still hoped that I smelled clean down there. He thrust his tongue in deep and my ring clenched around his tongue causing him to say something, though it came out as a muffled squeak instead. My dick was leaking like a tap, its constant drip was leaving trails on Remy's forehead until he finally gave up his anal onslaught and licked back up to where he finally gave my cock some attention. His mouth capped my erection and his tongue explored the tip of my cock, cleaning off all the precum I had squeezed out. His finger slid down and was quickly buried in my asshole. He retracted it and pushed it back in again. Then he went for two fingers and I had to relax my ass muscles as I felt the two fingers sliding into me. I could feel him stretching his fingers out, forcing me wider. He pulled his fingers out, his saliva and my ass juices acting as a lubricant to his finger fucking. Then he added a third finger, which made me wince as up until today I we had used lube, this time is was just natural bodily fluids that were doing the job. For about fifteen minutes he finger fucked me. He had stopped sucking me after five minutes, because I would have shot my load otherwise. Instead we were trying to get a taste of each others tongues as we mashed our mouths together. I thought I would be repulsed kissing him like this, especially after knowing that this tongue had just been up my ass. It was his tongue though, and nothing belonging to him could be nasty, despite the fact I could taste my precum on his tongue. It was just that bit more erotic. Finally he withdrew his fingers, leaving me with that sudden empty feeling, my ass opening and closing, desperate to be fed. Using his wet fingers and the precum of his own arousal he smeared his fingers over his cock and then lined it up with my hole. With one smooth action he embedded his cock inside me. I tried to keep quite, I really did but the noise I made sounded something like "Nnnnngh". It was an involuntary response and Remy clamped his hand over my mouth. We may be unseen on our balcony but people above could probably hear pretty well. He started to thrust in and out of me. I hooked my arms under my knees so he could have better access and he started to fuck me. After about five minutes of slow fucking he sped up and the thrusts got harder. At one point the thrusting got so hard that he was pushing the lounger back into the suite. If it wasn't for the lip where the door was, we would have shuffled through the entire suite, out the front door and down the length of the ship. I closed my eyes to the pleasure my ass was experiencing. It was a sexual, erotic massage from inside my ass, over and over as the erotic pressure built up inside me, but it never climaxed. I heard the slap-slap-slap of his flesh against mine, both of us giving up on trying to be quite, we just wanted love, lust and pleasure. When the lounger wouldn't move any further back, the slightly large boy amazed me by actually scooping me up so we were chest to chest. In this whole action, his dick never left my hole. I wrapped my arms around his neck and crossed my legs over his waist so he could still thrust into me. I knew I was heavy, but he managed to keep me bouncing on his pole while he fucked me over to the sofa inside the suite. He tossed me off him and onto the sofa, his dick leaving my ass for the moment. I swear my ass stayed open, waiting for his return. Not missing a beat, with me on my back on the sofa, he slipped back into me with ease and returned his hard fucking motions. This time there was no backwards movement and he was at a slightly different angle. This time he was fucking slightly up towards my stomach. He hit my prostate and I arched my back in surprise at the overwhelming feelings. "Ooooh shit!" I cried out as he slammed his dick into my prostate, once again bringing me to that pleasure pain threshold where my body lit up like fireworks. I started to hear him grunting, which meant he was close. His thrusting sped and my prostate onslaught became a wall of pleasure and then he came in me. I could feel the flood of warmth drench my rectum as he came inside me. He pushed a few times before he withdrew. I hadn't cum yet, but when I reached down to try to finish myself off he pushed my hand away. His mouth came down and capped my leaking dick, but he wasn't done there, with his right hand he bunched up four of his fingers and pushed them inside me. Four fingers inside me, I felt like I was wider than I had ever gone. It wasn't painful in the slightest, it felt erotic and energising. I wondered if his entire hand would fit inside me, but I realised that I would probably split before that happened. His four fingers pushed in and out of me at such a pace that he didn't even need to suck at my cock. His fingers were a blur and the rising need inside me arose and I arched my back, him throwing as much of his fingers into me as he could at the same time as I came and came and came. And came. The last thing I remember was a strange empty feeling in my ass and an extreme light- headedness as my brain shivered from pleasure overload and I lost consciousness. "Hey. Hey, HEY" Remy was shouting at me. I opened my eyes and the fogginess took a few seconds to clear. "Oh shit, are you okay?" he asked, with a look of sincere worry on his face. "Huh? Yeah." I sat up. "I fainted huh? How long was I out?" "Only a minute or so." He said relieved. "You had me so worried." "That was the best sex ever." I reached up and hugged him. "My ass hurts though. Seriously, four fingers?" "Yeah sorry about that, I just had this urge to see if you could take it." "It was different, not unpleasant though, actually quite nice. I never realised I could go so wide." I smiled warmly. "Yeah, but you better go clean up, you're still not closed." He looked down at the space between my legs. There was a stream of cum on the leather sofa that was trickling out of my ass. It was getting me horny again. I got up and hobbled over to the bathroom feeling Remy's semen dribbling down my legs and jumped into the shower. To Be Continued...