Page 20 of Promises Kept

8.

Wedding High Jinks

“You did what?” Alec didn’t think his jaw could drop any more. He stared at his grinning boyfriend in horror.

Dylan looked unrepentant. “You heard me the first time, boyo. It doesn’t get any less awesome me repeating it.” He took another sip of the giant green cocktail he was drinking and settled back on the sun-lounger on the deck with a satisfied sigh.

Tobuera Island was a paradise and Alec was enjoying every minute of their time spent on the tropical Fijian island in preparation for Bennett and Cassie’s wedding. The trip had been a long one, fraught with short tempers and a lot of alcohol, but they’d made it safe and sound.

However, what Dylan had confided to Alec made him fearful for both of their lives. “Bennett will bloody kill you, you idiot. You’re messing with his wedding ceremony.”

Dylan cackled with laughter. “I could have done a lot worse, mo ghrá. He’s expecting me to do something as his best man. He won’t expect this though.” He raised his cocktail glass. “Anyway, we’re here on an island and one expects pirates on an island.”

Alec gazed at him in exasperation. “Not at their wedding, you git. I mean, who would expect you to dress like a pirate and even have a parrot on your shoulder.” He frowned. “Where the hell are you getting the bird from anyway? Is there a Parrot-For-U here on the island I don’t know about?”

Dylan chuckled. “No, you daft bugger.” His eyes twinkled. “Actually, Bennett’s dad is getting into the spirit of it. He has a friend on the mainland who offered to loan us a bird for the occasion.”

Alec gasped. “Edward? God, he’s the last person I’d expect to help you with a practical joke like this one.”

Dylan shrugged airily. “Eh, he’s not such a bad old stick. Granted, he was a prick when Bennett was younger and both of us wanted to deck him, but now he has Sean, he’s mellowed a bit.”

Bennett and his father had a tumultuous history, the former having been subjected to his father’s violent temper on more than one occasion. However, with the death of Bennett’s younger brother, Eric, and then Bennett’s mother’s death and the discovery of a son Eric never knew he had, Edward had become more of a fixture in Bennett’s life in recent years.

“Well, I want no part of it,” Alec decreed loftily. “I like my balls where they are, thank you.”

Dylan grinned lazily from over the rim of his sugar-coated glass. “I like them there too, so I won’t be doing anything to jeopardise them, never fear.”

Alec took a sip of his cocktail. Above them, the sun beamed down, and the waves lapping the shore were hypnotic. He had to confess, the idea of holding a beach wedding for close friends and family had been sheer genius. They even had the island to themselves until after the ceremony, so there were no tourists or boisterous children to spoil the idyllic scene.

The island bure, or bungalow, in which they were living had already seen its share of sexy days and evenings, and Alec had never felt so relaxed. He’d hardly switched his mobile on since they’d arrived on the island. Which was saying something. Alec confessed he could be something of a workaholic.

He looked over at Dylan, marvelling that the pair of them had even gotten to this place in their lives. They’d been friends long before they’d been lovers.

“Are you ogling me?” Dylan murmured from behind a pair of dark aviator shades. “Do you like what you see?” He ran a hand over his sweat-sheened stomach, teasing Alec as his fingers drifted toward his skimpy swimming trunks. Not everyone could wear bright green Speedos, but Alec thought Dylan pulled it off beautifully. He may have eight years on Alec, but Dylan was one toned, sexy bastard.

“Always, a rún. I enjoy looking at what’s mine.” He reached into his glass and took out of a piece of ice. Leaning over, he ran the ice down Dylan’s toned stomach. “You look hot. Let me cool you down.”

Dylan hissed a breath in arousal as Alec drew the icy cube along his body. Beneath the tight Speedo, he watched in satisfaction as Dylan’s cock rose to the challenge.

“You’re playing with fire,” Dylan said huskily. “That sun is hot, but if you don’t stop that, it’s going to get much hotter around here. I can peel you out of those trunks of yours and fuck you right here.”

He was right. Their bure was secluded and hidden from prying eyes. They’d tested the theory of privacy a couple of times already.

“Yeah?” Alec leaned over and ran a hand over Dylan’s stiffening cock. “Then why don’t you? Except this time, I’ll be the one inside you.”

Dylan lowered his sunglasses and the heat from his eyes seared Alec’s soul. “So that’s what you’re in the mood for, is it? Then why don’t you come over here and make good on your threat.”

Alec stood up and pushed his trunks down, stepping out of them. His cock sprang free, bouncing against his stomach as he stepped toward his lover. Under the sunglasses, he knew Dylan was watching him. He could tell from the bob of Dylan’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the gentle swelling of his cock, the tip rising above the waistband, and the breathless anticipation as the air seemed to still and thicken.

He deftly straddled Dylan on the lounger, rubbing his naked arse against Dylan’s fabric-covered groin. “I’ve changed my mind,” he said thickly as Dylan groaned and pushed his straining cock upward. “I’m going to ride you. Just. Like. This…” His fingers pulled the green Speedos down so they nestled under Dylan’s balls. He reached for the suntan oil and squirted some onto his fingers. They always bought plain, unscented lotions and oils, as they tended to use them liberally. “Watch me get myself ready,” he whispered to Dylan as Alec reached behind, spread his cheeks, and began fingering himself, drawing a quick breath at the pleasure of having something inside him. Dylan moaned, body squirming as he watched Alec prepping himself.

“Christ, you look so fucking decadent doing that,” Dylan panted, hands straying to his cock. Alec smacked them away with his free hand. “Nuh-huh. All you need to do is wait, baby. I’m nearly ready.” He rolled the condom down Dylan’s length, taking care to tease and pleasure him while he did. Then he reared up and positioned Dylan’s sheathed cock at his entrance. With one last grin at his boyfriend, he slid Dylan inside, and watched his lover come completely apart.

There were times when their lovemaking was fast and furious, and others when they could go for hours, tender, erotic, and insatiable. This time was fast and furious. Sun, cocktails, the soft swish of waves against the shore, the heady feeling of being the only two people in the world, these sensations all combined into one frantic rush of ownership, love, and possession.

Alec bobbed up and down on Dylan’s cock as his hips thrust urgently up as if aiming for the heavens. Dylan’s strong fingers wrapped around Alec’s leaking shaft, and the simple act of those sometimes leisurely, sometimes eager strokes was enough for Alec to climax, the scent of heated semen spilling forth. His body spasmed as Dylan continued pumping into him, and about a minute later, Dylan groaned loudly and muttered something in his native language as his body relaxed. Alec took a deep, shuddering breath and lay down flat on top of Dylan.

“I think you killed me,” Dylan slurred. “Jaysus. I think I’m having a heart attack.”

Alec sat up. “It was intense,” he agreed. “Although I think we’re velcroed together by skin and suntan lotion.” He climbed off, stood up, and picked the condom off Dylan’s spent prick. “I’ll dispose of this.” He grinned. “I’m going for a cold shower. Feel free to join me when your heart stops racing, old man.”

“Fuck you,” was the tired reply. “Oh no, wait, I just did that.”

Alec laughed and sauntered naked to the bathroom. He started the shower, which was big enough for four people, and waited.

He had no doubt Dylan would be along any minute.