Chapter Twenty-Four
Kieran
Even with the five-star status, the Naha hotel room didn’t hold a candle to their luxury cabin on the ship. Besides a significantly smaller bed—probably queen size—the room had simple but stylish furnishings, the one saving grace being the floor-to-ceiling windowed panorama over the whole of night-time Naha. Even the bathroom had a tiny shower cubicle only big enough for one. For their dinner together, Kieran had opted for a plain and quick meal, Italian fare, aching to get Kennedy back to the room.
“I know I already mentioned this over dinner, but what you heard tonight is strictly between us,” Kennedy said as they both prepared for bed.
“And as I said already,” said Kieran, removing his shirt and heading into the bathroom to shower, “you don’t need to worry, Kennedy. You can trust me. I promise.”
“Yes, I know. And thank you,” came Kennedy’s voice.
Dried and with only a towel around his waist, Kieran passed Kennedy as he headed for a shower.
“And are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” he asked. “To LA, I mean? For moral support?”
“It’s a turnaround trip. In and out,” called Kennedy above the sound of running water. “I’d rather you make the most of your time in Hong Kong. The Mandarin Oriental’s already booked and paid for, and it’s a beautiful city with some great attractions—the Peak and the Peak Tram, various local markets, Ocean Park, colourful temples, the Big Buddha and, if you really must, Disneyland—”
“They have a giant Buddha in Hong Kong?” called Kieran, his interest piqued.
“They do indeed. On Lantau island. It’s next to a Buddhist monastery. You can get a cable car up from a town called Tung Chung near the airport. You should talk to Steph and Laurie. People say it’s spectacular.”
After his disappointment in Koh Samui, he’d wondered if he should simply give up on his whim. But then, maybe he could go on the premise of simply sight-seeing. Not wanting to make any decision right then, he decided to put the idea to the back of his mind until they reached Hong Kong. Without answering, he clambered naked beneath the covers but sat up with his back against the headboard, his knees pulled into his chest. Even now, here in the room with Kennedy, he was unsure how to broach the next subject. Of course, by now the man knew him well enough to realise something was up.
“What’s the matter, Kieran?” said Kennedy, coming back into the room and sitting in just his underwear on Kieran’s side of the bed. “You seem nervous. Is it something I’ve said or done?”
“No, of course not.”
“We don’t have to do anything tonight, if you don’t want to.”
“Are you kidding? Of course I want to. I’ve been waiting all day—”
Kennedy kissed him tenderly at first, letting the embrace gradually become hungry, and Kieran relaxed. After a few moments, he gently pushed Kennedy’s face away.
“All day long, I’ve been reliving you pushing your tongue into my ass. And every time I do, my ass cheeks clench together and my insides turn to jelly. So as long as you promise to show me what to do and to go slow—and I know I can trust you—I’d like you to fuck me.”
Kennedy’s eyes went wide, his face still hovering near Kieran’s.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course not. But I keep having this vision of you inside me, of your face as you come in me. And I need to know if what I’m imagining is as good as the real thing.”
“But I didn’t bring any—”
“I did,” said Kieran, silently sending his friend Cole a ‘thank you’. He reached for the small bag beside the bed, unzipped the top and pulled out the contents. Condoms and lube. “Actually, this was a present from a gay friend. I almost threw it back at him.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Once Kennedy had shed his briefs and climbed into bed, Kieran wasted no time getting his fill of him. He enjoyed the newfound freedom to touch Kennedy’s body, running a hand across the hard planes of his chest, his nipples, trailing down to his genitals, making him gasp and tremble when he cupped his balls and squeezed them. To show Kennedy he meant business, he kissed his body from mouth, throat, chest, all the way down to his groin, and, after a moment’s hesitation, took Kennedy’s cock into his mouth.
Trying hard not to lose the sensation or the moment, he recalled the things Kennedy had done to him, those small things that had made his body glow. Kennedy clearly enjoyed the attention, because his hands wove into Kieran’s hair and he pushed his hips up to meet Kieran’s bobbing head.
Not for long, though.
“Stop,” gasped Kennedy, pushing Kieran’s mouth away. “Full marks for paying attention. But the way we’re getting carried away, it’s going to be over before it’s begun. And I’m thinking maybe it’s my turn, that you let me try a little—uh—ass play before deciding on the main event. See how comfortable you are. If it feels too much, then we can put off the deed to another day. How does that sound?”
“I’m in your hands, Kennedy.”
