NO SOUVENIRS
by K.A. Mitchell
Genre: Gay-Lesbian Romance, Red Hots!
ISBN: 978-1-60504-948-9
Length: Novel
Ebook available at: Samhain Publishing Amazon.com
Print Edition: Samhaing Publishing
A vacation fling. No complications. No connections. And no regrets.
The moon hung somewhere between half and full, stretching a path of silver white from the boat out to the horizon, sharp enough on the still water to make you think you could walk on it. The itch started at the top of Shane's spine, twitching all the way down to his feet, the familiar need to take off on that trail, find something new, something different. Like it always had, the need would keep rubbing on him until it felt like Shane would come out of his skin if he didn't go someplace else.
Fuck the money. Fuck guilt about having his parents bail him out again. He wasn't doing another week on this lousy dive tour.
Kim moved just enough that their bodies touched, a warmth of arms, hips and thighs pushing away the cool breath from the Gulf. The contact was enough to bury the itch under a fresh wave of arousal as Kim tipped his head up like he was looking for a kiss, but he only said, "It felt good sleeping out here. I think I've spent about twelve hours outside in the last eight years."
The guy had to be exaggerating, but Shane couldn't imagine spending even half his time indoors, locked up. "You must really have wanted it. The whole med-school/doctor thing."
"I do." There was something in Kim's eyes that said he'd give up a lot more than just fresh air and sunshine to get where he was going.
The look had Shane wanting that determination turned on him. Wanting to see what happened when Kim cut loose and started thinking with his dick instead of his head. Wanted it, yeah, but for the first time in his life, Shane had no idea how to get it. He'd never met anyone quite like Dr. Jae Sun Kim, never had a guy seem so completely indifferent to whether or not they hooked up. Shane might have thought the interest was all one-sided, except for the way Kim had been looking at him through dinner, like they were the only two people on the boat.
The hell if Shane was going to get all skittish now. If Kim didn't want this, he could open up that sweet mouth and say something. Shane reached for him, but Kim caught Shane at elbow and hip, yanking him around so fast he didn't have time to think before Kim dragged Shane's head down for a kiss.
Fuck yeah, it wasn't one-sided. Not with the hot hard thrust of Kim's tongue, the grip on the back of Shane's head that said he wasn't coming up for air until Kim was good and done with Shane's mouth. He bent his knees to press between Kim's legs, lining up their dicks for some good, slow friction.
But slow didn't appear to be on the menu. Kim's free hand worked between them. Damn, Shane expected a doctor to be good with his hands, but Kim had Shane unzipped and was teasing under Shane's balls with a feather-light touch before his oxygen-depleted brain caught up enough to think about reciprocating.
Kim never gave him a chance. He pulled Shane away from the kiss, hand stroking his jaw, thumb rubbing across his lip before Kim tugged Shane's head lower, a wordless demand Shane had given often enough himself.
Despite adhering to the dive tables, there must have been enough nitrogen left in Shane's bloodstream for a little narcosis because he had dropped to his knees, fingers already on the top rivet of Kim's khakis, before his brain hit on the thought that maybe this wasn't exactly the best place for a blowjob. And what the hell made Kim think he could put him on his knees like this anyway?
But there was a dark, shiny cock in front of his mouth, and Shane wasn't going anywhere until he'd made Kim lose his fucking mind. Shane ran his tongue around the head, teasing a little more precome from the slit before rocking back on his heels and jacking the shaft slowly.
"So is this where you go all doctor on me? Tell me to lick your frenulum, wrap my lips around your glans, run my thumb down-"
Kim twisted a hand in Shane's hair. "No. This is where I say, 'Shut up and suck my dick.'"
Shane let the hand in his hair guide him forward, then rubbed his lips across the satiny head. Kim pressed his dick against Shane's smiling mouth. When Shane didn't open up, Kim pulled Shane's hair to tip his head back and asked, "What?"
"You didn't say please." Shane grinned and steadied himself with hands on Kim's hips.
"Shut up and suck my dick right the hell now."
Shane licked his lips.
"Please," Kim added finally, with a smile to answer Shane's.
Taking Kim deep right away, Shane let the thick head rub on the back of his throat, lips in a tight circle.
Kim's grip relaxed, fingers petting and stroking through Shane's hair. When he pulled off with a noisy suck to trace the vein underneath with his tongue, Kim's hips bucked.
Beneath the deck under his knees, Shane felt the engines come to life. In about ten minutes the rest of the crew would be on deck. He and Kim were astern, so the captain probably hadn't seen them on his way to the bridge. Shane didn't give a shit anyway since he was kissing this job goodbye, but he kind of thought Kim's opinion on an audience would be a mite different. It was time to get serious.
Using a hand on the shaft, Shane sucked and flicked the head with his tongue. Kim's hand tightened in Shane's hair again, pulling hard enough to sting. Shane sucked harder, but Kim yanked his head away, triggering a perverse disappointment in Shane's gut. Yeah, they were in a hurry, and getting the reserved little doctor off so fast was candy-sweet to Shane's ego. But his body had just started flying on the taste and heat of Kim's dick sliding heavy on his tongue.
He tried to hang in for the finish, but before he could explain that he'd rather swallow than need a shower, Kim had flung Shane off and spun away to lean over the rail.
Shane climbed to his feet and stood behind Kim, listening to the breath whistle through his clenched teeth. Stupid fucker had taken off his wristbands. Shane put a hand on Kim's back and rubbed the tense muscles between the hunched shoulder blades.
"See now if you were sucking my dick, I could consider you choking to be some kind of compliment, but this might give a guy a complex. Something wrong with my style?"
Somehow Kim managed to keep from puking when he opened his mouth to spit out a "Fuck you."
"The bands don't work if they ain't on."
Kim gave a tight hiss of breath and then ground out, "Really?"
Shane remembered the other pressure point he'd learned and pinched Kim's earlobes, just under the cartilage.
The muscles in Kim's back softened as he leaned into Shane, and he tried to tell his dick that even if it had found a nice ass there to rub on, the guy was seconds away from tossing his guts over the side.
Breath a little steadier, Kim said, "My nausea turns you on?"
"Nope. Blowing you got me there, and your ass is keeping things warm."
Kim let out a shaky laugh. "So was this part of your divemaster training? Ten Methods to Conquer Seasickness?"
"Nah. I thought about being a massage therapist once. Took a course."
"Why didn't you stay with it?"
"Changed my mind. Switched majors three times."
Kim's body went hard and still against him. "You went to college?"
"I gotta tell you, the surprise in your voice ain't the kind of flattery that'll get you another blowjob. I did nine years of it."
"You make it sound like prison."
"Nope. Still be there if I could."
"And why aren't you?"
"They ran out of interesting courses, and I got tired of breaking in new advisors."
Shane swore he could feel the muscles shift as Kim arched those eyebrows all the way up to his hairline. Playing Q&A with the arrogant doctor was entertaining, and Shane might have kept it up, but the stewards would be on deck in a bit.
"The engines will stop when we get to the first dive site." Shane craned his neck and twisted his wrist to get a look at his watch while maintaining the pressure on Kim's earlobes. "I'd say about seven minutes. Where are your bands?"
"They're in the cabin."
"You might want to keep 'em on unless you're in the water."
"I think I'll be all right now."
"Don't watch the horizon. Or the water. Just keep lookin' at the deck."
"Got it, Scuba Cowboy."
"What?" But Shane's hearing was perfectly fine. Coming from the uptight doctor, that was pretty funny and damned fanciful.
Kim didn't answer, just turned back and gave him that smile, the one that could kick a guy in the guts, unexpected as it was on that sharp, serious face.
"Yeah. Thanks, Doc. I'm thinking you might want to make nice with your right hand since you obviously don't care if you ever get anything else."
"Oh, I think I will."
Coming soon!