only sound his footsteps on glossy floorboards and his deep sigh. He’d reached a window framing the same view that all of the paintings captured.
“If I’d known it would be this easy to shut you up, I would have booked this place a whole lot sooner.”
“Funny guy,” Rob’s voice was strangely subdued. He kept his back to Jude. Below them, the sun sparkled on azure water. “It’s….” He shook his head and fell silent.
Him standing so still and so quiet had Jude’s heart skipping a few beats. Rob usually filled everywhere he went with commotion. This stillness, by comparison, was like standing behind a stranger. “Uh.” Jude blanked on how to react. “Don’t you….” He cast his gaze around. He’d been drawn to this suite the moment the hotel webpage loaded, this room focussed on the view so entirely, every surface littered with a tideline of shells and sea glass that brought the beach inside with them. “Don’t you like it?”
“Like it?” Rob came back to life as if Jude’s question had flicked some hidden switch to reanimate him. He turned, and his eyes glittered. “I love it.”
It was easy to kiss him then; the absolute opposite of hard work to move him closer to the window seat until Rob sat, his legs splayed, so Jude could kneel between them, and it was a pure pleasure to undo his fly and nuzzle the soft skin he bared. Somewhere, a clock chimed, but it didn’t make Jude hurry, time on their side for once and Jude wallowed in each moment, soaking up the sounds Rob made as Jude fished out his cock, breathing the scent of him deep into his lungs before he tasted.
“God.” Rob breathed out that word at the touch of Jude’s tongue, barely vocal, but Jude heard and agreed. Thank God for this chance, this space, this time to give and take what they both needed. Jude would get on his knees for this version of worship anytime Rob wanted.
Rob’s cock felt so right in his mouth, thick enough as it firmed to take real concentration, sliding as Jude started to bob, filling his mouth and stretching his lips, his eyes watering a little. Those tears only blurred the edge of his vision. He could still see the way Rob’s stomach pulled in as he got close, his thighs tensing also, and his face stunned and gloriously flushed. He pulled off and wrapped his hand around Rob’s cock, twisting on each upstroke as he caught his breath before diving once more, this time taking him deeper.
“Jude.” Rob warned him, clutching Jude’s hair. “You too, Jude. Please.” That also sounded prayer-like, Jude thought as he scrambled to unfasten his own clothes. Bliss sparked when Rob pulled his hair hard enough that Jude had to rise, his chin still wet as they kissed. That spark flared phosphorus bright when Rob got his hand on Jude’s cock, his grip as wicked as his kiss, and when he bent to suck Jude off, it was game over in what felt like moments.
Jude came, his orgasm sudden, the snap of an over-wound spring that streaked Rob’s chin and shoulders. Jude dropped back to his knees once more, out of breath and not caring in the slightest, so intent on getting Rob off too. This time, Rob didn’t stop him when Jude sucked. His hips rose off the window seat to meet his mouth, pushing deeper. The sun was behind him, his hair a spectacular dark corona as Jude blinked away more tears until Rob flooded his mouth, coming.
He rested then, still on his knees, panting, his head on Rob’s thigh, and with no urge to get up in any hurry. There was no need to move while he mentally floated, no task so urgent that it needed his attention, not a single reason to move while Rob traced the shell of his ear and hummed with satisfaction.
Maybe it was minutes later, or hours, Jude had no real perception beyond feeling bone-deep contentment. He got up when Rob urged him, but even then he didn’t cover much distance, only getting as far as the next room where Rob undressed him despite it still being daytime.
“Forty winks?” Rob asked, pulling a sheet over them both.
“If you insist.”
They lay together while the rest of the world got on with business, ships sailing across the bay outside the window, and Jude was okay with that.
He was, he realised. He was okay with checking out for a while