jessespencer and gray go on vacation
4 September 2006, will be backdated and crossposted
Gray sits next to Jesse in the car, excited and curious as to what lay ahead. He's never been on a private boat, and he has a feeling what he is imagining isn't anywhere near what the reality is going be, not given the money that Jesse's parents have. He smiles over at his lover, leaning to kiss his cheek.
Jesse turns his head into Gray's kiss and grins happily. "Love you. We're almost there." He twines their fingers and leans forward to direct the driver. "It's dock 247 at the far end of the Marina." Leaning back, he turns to look at Gray and swipes a finger over the back of his hand. "I'm glad we're doing this together...so glad that we are taking the time to be together."
"So am I..." And with every passing hour, that’s proving more true. He's looking forward to the vacation, to nothing but them, doing whatever they want for a few weeks.
As the taxi glides to a stop, Jesse leans forward and hands him the fare and a generous tip before dragging Gray out to stand next to him, arm around his waist. The bags are brought round to them quickly and he grabs them up...before Gray can. "We're down almost to the end of this dock. She's called Spencer's Lady...and yes, I know Dad wasn't original." He moves down the wooden pier, noting the bright new paint and the bustle of the crews.
"Like I'm going to judge," Gray laughs. "I have no idea how one names a boat." Looking around at all the huge, expensive boats, Gray feels a touch overwhelmed.
As they approach his family yacht, Jesse smiles and drops the bag near the gangway. "These'll be good here until we're near ready to sail. So this is her...what do you think?" His arm curls around Gray's waist as he tugs him close to just grin at the boat. The trip is going to be fantastic.
"Holy fucking shit," Gray says when he sees the yacht. "You're serious? Of course you're serious..." He blinks, honestly having expected...sails or something. It's fucking huge.
"Yeah, this is the girl." He chuckles at Gray's look, arm tightening in a reassuring way. "This is why we need a crew. There's a jacuzzi in the bow of the yacht, a dining area, large master suite and a relaxing lounge area, though I honestly spend more time on the decks than inside. Ready to take a tour?" His hand drops and links their fingers, tugging toward the boat.
"Fuck..." Gray repeats, trailing after Jesse. "There's a jacuzzi?" That has his interest piqued...and sounds like a very relaxing idea. "And this crew ...does that mean we have to, you know, fuck in the privacy of the bedroom or what?"
"Jacuzzi yes...nice and relaxing." He starts up the gangway, excitement growing. "As for the fucking," he turns with a wink as they step on board. "Only if you have a problem with them possibly seeing something. I don't care and this boat and the crew have seen plenty of action...my parent's friends included." To Jesse, they are much like the Citadel staff, though none are actually from the club. However, they are all well paid and have signed solid confidentiality agreements, something Jesse has never had cause to worry about.
Well, it doesn't bother Gray as such, it's more that they are Jesse's parents' crew...and that feels just a touch weird to him. However, he shakes his head--he'd much rather get over it so they can fuck whenever they want. "No problem at all...other than feeling a little out of my league."
"No leagues here, love." Jesse pulls Gray into his arms and kisses him soundly, exploring his mouth even as an arm snakes around his waist to tug him closer. "Let's get you oriented." Moving the length of the boat, Jesse leads Gray to a door behind the cabin area and ushers him inside.
"Steve is the captain and pretty much all he does is pilot us around and deal with the details of porting somewhere...we will probably hit a few countries as we go and that's his domain. Jenny is the cook, maid and otherwise great help around. She has all meals on the table for us whenever we want and will clean up behind us, though I do tend to keep things fairly neat." He looks around with a wry grin.
"It gets messy quickly. This way is the galley." He opens the door to the kitchen area where Jenny is putting things away.
"Her job is to just...keep us in food whenever?" Gray still isn't able to get his head around it. "Dude, this is weird..." Coming into the kitchen, he smiles at the woman.
"Hey Jenny. This is Gray...my boyfriend and he's along for the trip." He gives her a flirty smile. "Dinner on deck tonight...around sunset?"
Jenny straightens from the closet and extends a hand to Gray. "Nice to meet you, Gray. Welcome to the Lady. As we cruise, let me know if there is anything in particular you like or don't like and I can pick it up in the various ports." She moves over to hug Jesse. "You've been away for a bit now. Glad to see you finally have someone in your life. Now run along while I finish up."
"Um...okay," Gray responds, blinking. "I'm really not a picky eater though, whatever you make is fine..." He watches the interaction between the two and then waits for Jesse to lead the way out, glancing back at the woman.
Jesse shows Gray their room, letting his hand go to bounce on the bed and pat the spot next to him. "C'mere, love...you're looking a bit overwhelmed."
"Well, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed too..." Gray admits, sitting down next to Jesse.
Tugging him down on his side, Jesse rolls Gray to him and kisses him softly, tenderly. "Jenny is a long time employee of my parents. She basically raised me in the summers once school let out and once I was of legal age, she changed to caring for the Lady." More than anyone, Jesse has loving memories of Jenny and his childhood with her around. "Anything I can do to help you relax some?"
"It'll come with time, I just have to get used to being around here," Gray laughs softly, a little sad at Jesse's explanation of his childhood. It seems...like it would have been very lonely. He doesn't say that though. Instead, he kisses Jesse softly.
"I hope you'll get used to it." Jesse's just afraid that he won't and that it'll be one more thing to convince his lover that they are not meant to be together. "By day three things will seem normal...it can be very easy to settle into the relaxed lifestyle."
"I'm not sure I want to!" Gray laughs, and then nuzzles against Jesse. "Let's not talk about it anymore? It'll be fine."
"Tabled unless you want to talk about it." He rolls Gray onto his back and follows him over until he's braced above him, their hips rocking together. "And, now you are my captive...all mine for the next three weeks."
Moaning, Gray thinks he definitely wants it tabled with Jesse doing such delicious things to him. "Mmm I really like the sound of that...you can keep me captive any time."
Growling, Jesse's head dips down and he claims Gray's lips, nibbling, licking and sucking at them. His body arches and presses down, rocking them together as he reaches down to tug Gray's legs up and around his hips.
Complying, Gray wraps long legs around Jesse as he gives as good as he's getting--despite being beneath his lover. "Yes," he hisses.
"Mine." One head reaches up to cup Gray's cheek, his thumb caressing over the beautiful cheekbone before burying his hand in his lover's hair and tugging him up for another bruising kiss.
Grunting softly into the kiss, Gray's response of "Yours" is swallowed by the kiss. "Love you," he manages with a laugh when they part.
"Love you, too." Jesse leans in to kiss Gray, his entire self focused on his lover and neither of them notices as the boat hoists anchor and they start making their way out to sea.
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