14. Sausage for Breakfast
14
SAUSAGE FOR brEAKFAST
Magnus
I take a step back. If we don't stop now, we won't make it to breakfast. And maybe I'm boring, but food is definitely needed. As much as I'd like to devour Gabriel right now, I know my body well enough that I won't make it through two hours of tango class without a proper breakfast in my stomach.
Gabriel looks at me with a pained expression.
"Yeah, man, I know."
I know what he’s thinking as I watch him squeeze down his massive erection with a firm grip.
"You had to bring my sister into it," he growls, though I can see the mischievous twinkle in his eye.
He is so sweet! The unbidden thought flashes into my mind despite it seeming a totally inappropriate way to describe a six-foot-tall, tattooed hockey player. Whatever! It's the perfect description for Gabriel.
When I came out of the bathroom, I couldn’t read Gabriel's expression. There was lust, definitely — he ate me up with his eyes — but there was also something else. If it was anyone else, I would have said it was insecurity, but that doesn't fit the easygoing man in front of me.
Then he asked me about my lip gloss, and I didn't know what to make of it. I like wearing lip gloss and why shouldn’t I? But some of my exes didn't agree. One of them was even embarrassed. That’s his problem, I know. Still, it hurt. Gabriel's reaction, though, was unexpected. It seems to drive him crazy. Good to know!
My stiff cock twitches at the mere memory of the way-too-short-but-incredible kiss we just shared, and it doesn’t escape Gabriel's notice. His gaze hasn’t left my naked body for a moment. Is it weird to be scrutinized so closely when I'm naked and Gabriel is fully clothed? Maybe. But I can't deny that I’m loving being so openly wanted.
Just a few hours ago I wasn’t sure how he’d react — whether we’d get seconds or whether our horny hand job would be my one and only vacay memory. And now? Now it’s obvious that Gabriel wants more and is okay with being totally open about it. I'd say I hit the vacation fling jackpot.
"My cock won’t stay under control for much longer if you carry on standing there butt naked," growls Gabriel.
That draws a surprised laugh from me. My thoughts have kept me rooted to the spot for an unreasonably long time.
"Well, if you can't control your libido..." I tease Gabriel as I cross to the tiny closet I stuffed my clothes into yesterday.
"Don't tell me you're one of those people who arranges everything in the closet on vacation."
"Don't tell me you're one of those people who don’t unpack their suitcase for a long vacation," I reply in the same tone.
I pull a light ivory-colored linen shirt and leave the top few buttons undone so I’m still showing a little skin. Gabriel has now parked his butt on the small desk, and I feel his eyes on me. His gaze is like a physical touch.
"Isn't that a bit ..."
Gabriel hesitates, searching for the right word, while I hold my breath and think, What adjective is coming next?
"... colorless?" Gabriel says eventually.
I grin and pull a pair of bright red underpants out of the closet. Gabriel groans. I can't tell you how happy it makes me to find out that he likes my colorful clothing — and my lip gloss. Maybe he just likes me? That thought means when I put on my underpants, I also have to adjust my cock.
Next, I reach for a pair of pink shorts with a red parrot and white and blue flower design. As I put these on, I turn to Gabriel and ask with a grin, "Better?"
It was actually meant as a joke, but the look that roams over my body is so hot that I feel completely different.
"Yes," he announces firmly. "No," He revises his answer almost immediately.
I raise an eyebrow.
Gabriel takes a deep breath before saying, "You look good enough to eat. But I can't wait until this damn tango class is over so I can peel you out of those damned clothes."
Gabriel
As we leave the cabin, I reach for Magnus' hand. His head snaps in my direction wearing a look of pure amazement. I grin broadly at him. There's no way I'm letting this delightful creature out of my sight for the next few weeks. And this way, no one will snatch him away from me!
Magnus studies me. Then after a moment, a smile crosses his face too. I've done something right at last. I turn my gaze forward again, but I'm sure my grin is almost as broad as his.
As we enter the dining room, however, I try to get my expression back under control. I don't want my sister to scream with excitement over the heads of everyone here. But when Magnus tries to pull his hand out of mine, I don't let him. He’s mine!
Still, my stomach tightens as we walk toward Susan and Klaus. What will happen? Will she start asking questions I won’t be able to answer? But Susan’s busy munching her cereal and seems absorbed by a story Klaus is telling, so she only notices us when we get to the table.
Her gaze wanders from me to our clasped hands to Magnus. But before she can catch her breath, Magnus’ words roll out in a tumble, "We've hooked up, okay, and we're not thinking about stopping just yet."
Then he pushes his chin forward looking like a warrior who is ready to meet his enemy eye to eye. A totally adorable warrior with a pink shorts.
I’m torn. His intentions are great — to hear him declare I’m his in public makes my heart leap — but I hate the way he’s saying it. The words aren’t wrong, but they’re not right, although I can’t work out why. They’re not far off the ones I said to him earlier — that I didn't care who knew about us. And to be fair, we are holding hands in the largest dining room on the ship, so it doesn't take a genius to figure out there's something going on between us.
Time freezes. I think Magnus and I are both holding our breath while we wait for Susan’s reaction.
"Good for you! I recommend the sausage and eggs for breakfast. I had a little mouth-gasm when I tasted mine. You guys should really order some."
I stare at Susan. Magnus must feel as shocked as me because there's a stunned silence beside me. Susan’s eyes go from Magnus to me and back again.
"Close your mouth or you’ll stick like that," she says eventually with a chuckle.
Magnus laughs lightly, then I feel a light tug on my hand. Magnus has sat down and is pulling me down too.
Neither of us speak, and Susan's gaze jumps between Magnus and me so quickly that I'm surprised she doesn't get dizzy. But when the silence draws out and no one fills it she sighs and asks, "What did you expect? Do you want to talk about it?"
Talk? About Magnus and me? My throat constricts just thinking about it. No, I don't want to talk about it. Especially not with my little sister! I haven’t even talked to Magnus about things properly yet. Or thought about what this all means for me? A guy who, until last night, was sure he was heterosexual.
I shake my head, and Susan and Klaus’ joint burst of laughter makes me notice that Magnus has done exactly the same as me. I could kiss him! But I don't. As cocky as I was earlier in our cabin about this, it is different when other people are around — and so many other people at that.
"Okay, so let's talk breakfast sausage. Wieners are my absolute favorite but maybe not for breakfast," Susan continues.
I can't stop myself blushing. I definitely don't want to talk about what Magnus and I did with our wieners yesterday. And here I was thinking Susan wasn’t going to mention the elephant in the room!
Magnus lets go of my hand and I feel bereft. Will he let me go so easily, too?
He reaches for the menu, takes a peek, and asks calmly, "So Susan, you recommend a nice big juicy sausage, do you?"
Magnus
No matter how blasé Gabriel was earlier, no matter how fiercely he held onto my hand since we left our cabin, it's obvious he's having a hard time doing this “thing” in public.
Not that I’m surprised. If I read him right, until yesterday he thought he was only into women. So he might need a moment for his head to catch up with the rest of the body. It helps that Susan is being cool about it. Apart from her none-too-subtle joke about sausages, she dropped the subject and the rest of breakfast was comfortable.
It’s a different story as tango class starts. If I thought it was hard to be so close to Gabriel over the last few days, it's nothing compared to the horror I'm going through now. Now that I know what it’s like to feel his bare skin on mine, and how his body trembles when he comes, I get a permanent hard-on and Gabriel gets one to match which doesn’t help.
We’re so distracted that we mess up even the simplest sequences we learned right after the basic steps — sequences we’ve danced a thousand times. It doesn’t matter which one of us is leading, we still get it wrong.
De Vale has to visibly stop himself yelling at us. His face is bright red as he repeats the easy steps for the umpteenth time for our benefit. I even catch him muttering "Madre mía!" to himself as he turns to the next couple after a particularly frustrating exchange.
Eventually, I can't hold myself together anymore. I rest my forehead on Gabriel's shoulder as I give in to a fit of giggles.
"Stop it!" Gabriel whispers fiercely into my ear.
"Stop what?" I ask, chuckling.
"Everything!"
I stop moving abruptly.
"Not the dancing, you idiot!"
Desperation and amusement war with each other in Gabriel's voice as he pulls me along with his strong arms to the beat of the music. But I can’t stop the grin on my face getting even wider and I have to bite my lip to stop myself laughing out loud — De Vale would never forgive that. But I can't get enough of teasing Gabriel a little more.
"Stop what, then?" I ask flirtatiously, batting my eyelashes.
Now it's Gabriel’s turn to struggle with keeping his composure.
"Don't look at me like that," he grumbles. "Head to the side where it belongs. And for god's sake, stop pressing your stiff ... you-know-what against mine."
Oh my god! I have to hold my breath to keep the loudest guffaw ever inside.
"My ‘you-know-what’?" I repeat coyly, while looking Gabriel provocatively in the eye. "I have no idea what you could mean."
"Magnus!"
Oh, this is so much fun!
"Have you suddenly become shy? Or are you having issues remembering words? Perhaps Klaus had better examine you!"
I suddenly find myself pressed tightly against Gabriel. He has taken advantage of his superior strength and pulled my body as close as possible. I hope De Vale can’t see our incorrect form.
"No other man is going to touch me," Gabriel growls in my ear. "And unless you want my stiff cock rammed down your throat right here and now, then behave yourself."
I swallow and my knees weaken. I’m not sure what turns me on more: the thought he might do it later, or that he might do it here and now as promised. But then his vise-like grip around me loosens and he maneuvers me back into a halfway decent tango stance.
"Your turn to lead!" he hisses through clenched teeth.