Only in His Dreams

Chapter 6-2

Travis let the cool sea breeze hit his face, smiling into the wind. They’d been out on the water for about an hour now and they’d viewed all sorts of wildlife including a bunch of dolphins following in the boat’s wake. It had been a great day.

He’d been a little nervous at first, knowing Darrell had something of a history with Casper. But Casper had basically left them alone shortly after they got started.

“This is great, isn’t it?” Darrell asked, leaning a hip against the railing.

“It’s perfect, thank you. It’s the nicest after birthday I’ve ever had.”

Darrell chuckled. “I’m glad. I have to admit I was a little leery when I suggested it. I’ve not done the dating thing very well. I’m pretty shy and as a general rule keep to myself and a few friends and family. I’ve never dated a white man before.”

Travis nodded. “I’ve never dated an African American either. I guess this is new for both of us.”

“I’ve never dated my boss either.”

Travis’s cheeks flamed. “Well, if it makes you feel better, the whole job thing is the first time for me, too.”

Darrell touched his arm lightly. “It does. How did you meet Alan?”

“At the grocery store, actually.” Travis smiled at the memory. “He asked my opinion on cereal. Really, he admitted it was just a way to introduce himself to me. Said he’d seen me at that store a few times. Anyway, we ended up going for coffee.”

“Speaking of eating, follow me.” Darrell smiled and tugged his hand to follow him to where the galley of the boat was. Travis saw a picnic basket had been set out on the small table inside. “Sit down there and I’ll break out lunch.”

Travis sat on the wooden bench and waited to see what Darrell would produce. His grin widened when the first item that emerged from the basket was two champagne flutes followed by a half-sized bottle of champagne.

“You think of everything,” he murmured.

“My attempt at being romantic.” Darrell ducked his head.

Travis reached for his hand. “It’s sweet. I like it.”

Darrell smiled shyly. “Yeah? Good. I’ll pour us glasses.”

The small bottle had a twist-off cap rather than a cork and he quickly filled the glasses and handed one to Travis. He was finding it rather nice to be wooed. He’d done most of the wooing with Alan. And it was something he wouldn’t have expected from Darrell.

“Now, we have chicken salad sandwiches, apples, chips, and potato salad.”

“Yum.”

Darrell sorted out the food and they ate and drank, just enjoying each other’s company and the views of the ocean and Channel Islands just outside the galley window.

“Thank you again. This was really great.”

“Did you have nice birthdays with Alan?” Darrell asked as he repacked the picnic basket.

Travis shook his head and smiled a little when Darrell’s eyebrows shot up. “Alan was pretty self-centered. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him, we had a nice life together, but his attention span wasn’t great unless it centered around him. He’d forget my birthday all the time but if I forgot his he’d go ape-shit.”

“Well, that sucks.” Darrell ducked his head again. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

He laughed. “Don’t apologize. It did suck. I overlooked a lot where Alan was concerned. Probably too much, really. But you know what? Enough about Alan and more about sucking. As in me sucking you.”

Darrell’s dark eyes widened. “Here?”

Travis glanced toward the door. “I don’t see Casper, do you?”

“No, but he could come along any time.” Darrell’s teeth tugged his bottom lip, clearly torn. Both embarrassment and interest shown in his eyes.

It was rather bold of him, really. Travis didn’t make a habit of s*x with others nearby, but he wanted to give pleasure to Darrell.

“I won’t if you’re uncomfortable,” he forced himself to say.

Darrell’s uncertain gaze lingered on the door to the galley for a moment more before he slowly nodded.

His heart hammering, Travis asked, “Okay?”

“Yes.”

Travis rose from the bench and went to Darrell’s side. He leaned down to place a quick kiss on the man’s too-tempting lips, then he went onto his knees next to him. “Just stay sitting there.”

Darrell swallowed, his Adam’s apple sliding down his throat.

He undid the button of Darrell’s beige slacks and lowered the zipper, deliberately brushing the man’s erection with his fingers. Travis smiled at the sight of Darrell’s navy briefs. Reaching in, he pulled the heavy, hard c**k through the opening in his pants. A creamy dot of pre-c*m appeared on the fat brown head. “Yum.”

Darrell shook and placed his hands on Travis’s shoulders. At first he thought Darrell intended to push him away, but then he realized he was drawing him closer. He closed his mouth around the smooth tip, drawing it inside the moist warmth.

“Oh, God,” Darrell whispered almost reverently.

Cupping the man’s ball sac, he pulled him in deeper, pausing just long enough to stop his gag reflexes from kicking in. Darrell’s shaft was long, thick, and delicious. Travis worked the hard rod in and out, squeezing the heavy balls, and loving the low moans coming from Darrell.

“I’m…Travis.”

He knew the other man was close so he sucked harder and deeper still. He placed one hand on Darrell’s butt cheek, lightly caressing it even and urged him closer.

Darrell threaded his fingers through Travis’s hair and pumped. When he stiffened, Travis opened his throat, anticipating the flood of c*m that filled his mouth. He waited until Darrell went limp before he gently eased him out of his mouth. He leaned back on his haunches and surveyed his handiwork, or rather, the aftermath. Darrell’s eyes were half closed, his lips curved in a small satisfied smile.

“It was good then?” Travis teased.

“Very good.” Darrell adjusted himself and re-zipped his pants. “A little embarrassing though. I certainly hope Casper didn’t walk by.”

Travis used the bench to hoist himself up. “Honestly, I wouldn’t know. Never even looked at the door.”

Darrell’s warm gaze settled on Travis’s crotch. “What about you?”

“Well, I admit it’s a little uncomfortable right now, but I think it’ll go down pretty quick.”

“You don’t want me to…you know?”

He laughed. “No. Let’s enjoy the rest of the harbor cruise. There’s plenty of time for that later when we get back.”