Kian looked his friend up and down – more than once. "You mean to go like that?"

"Huh?" Shane looked puzzled, seemingly unaware that his Hawaiian shirt, shorts and flip-flop combo made him look… well, rather silly for one. Like some foreign tourist.

Kian bit his lower lip and sighed. He himself was clad in light cream trousers, a baby blue shirt and sandals – as in proper sandals and not some flip-flop things. A dark blue headband kept his soft locks out of his eyes as the wind tousled them.

Shane took a few steps closer to him. "And you propose to go like that? We won’t get very far then, you know." He whispered suggestively.

"Shane!" Kian squealed and took a step backwards. "We’re going on this boat trip, whether you like it or no. Don’t try to make me change my mind."

Shane sighed. "Ok. But what’s wrong with my clothes?" Kian lifted the beach and turned. "Nothing, Shane. Nothing." He said in defeat.

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They hadn’t got far from the shore when Shane started to look nervous. "You know I can’t swim." He said quietly.

Kian smiled at him. "Shane, you’re wearing a life jacket. Relax."

"Well, what if I fall in and the life jacket doesn’t work?"

Kian put a hand on his. "I’ll save you, babe. Ok?"

Shane nodded with an exasperated sigh. "Ok."

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Kian stopped the boat after a while; beside a small isle where some palms shaded it. He ran a hand across his forehead. "Phew, it’s sure hot here."

Shane seemed to relax now the boat stood still, and his eyes twinkled. "Yeah, it’s hot alright." He grinned at Kian.

Kian let out a choked laugh. "You have a one-track mind, Shane!"

"Oh, yeah? Like you don’t? I don’t know why you took me to this place, Kian, but I bet it wasn’t to discover the surroundings. Whatever else you want to discover, well, I can only guess…"

It didn’t take long for Kian to take up the challenge, and before Shane had a chance to react he was pinned to the floor of the both with Kian on top of him. He struggled helplessly.

Kian dropped a light, torturing kiss on his lips. "Shhhhh… the boat is rocking, lay still or you’ll topple it over…"

Shane pouted. "You’re not playing fair, Egan!" He struggled demonstratively, although he was more careful this time.

Kian smiled at him, sitting up he straddled his waist, trapping Shane’s arms between his body and Kian’s strong, muscular legs. He took the soft headband from his hair and held it over Shane’s face.

"Mmmmm…" He said, approving of some idea that had yet to be made known to his lover. "Head up, Shane."

Shane blinked. "What are you going to do?"

Kian pressed a finger against Shane’s lips. "Be quiet and do as I say!"

Shane looked surprised at Kian’s commanding tone and raised his head a bit. Kian smiled and thread the band over his head, covering his eyes. Then he got up.

"Kian?"

Kian touched his cheek. "Shhhh… it’s ok babe. I just got to anchor this boat, or we’ll end up drifting away to some place and getting lost."

It didn’t take long for Kian to be back by his side. He immediately took of the life jacket. Then he started to unbutton his lover’s shirt, slowly, softly. He mumbled words of approval, "Mmm… fantastic… lovely… perfect, just perfect." Shane shivered, every soft touch torturing his senses.

When Kian had finished, he opened the shirt to fully reveal his perfect treasure. He lightly ran a finger all the way from Shane’s Adam’s apple to his belly button, sticking his finger inside and revelling as his boyfriend jumped.

He lent forward to capture Shane’s lips with his own, and as he pulled away Shane gasped for breath.

"Kian!" He gasped, suddenly short for air.

Kian looked at his helpless, withering, boyfriend and couldn’t help but smile. He caressed Shane’s cheek softly. "Shhhh, relax honey. Relax."

Shane pushed against Kian’s hand and whimpered needily.

Kian withdrew his hand and moved on to Shane’s shorts. He undid the button, and then slowly undid the zip. Shane pushed against his hand, which was strategically placed on Shane’s stomach to keep his hips on the floor.

Shane was getting frustrated and Kian knew it, it showed through in every moment Shane made. He grinned to himself and slid the shorts down, taking off the flip-flops in the process. His lover’s hardness showed through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Mmmm… you know, you should always dress like this." He said, running a finger over the fabric.

Shane moaned, as his hips rocked forcefully. "Kian!"

"Alright." Kian said with a smile, sliding the boxers off. Shane eagerly lifted his hips to help him. Kian then discarded his own clothes into the pile.

Kian lay down on top of Shane, kissing his mouth, his nose, his chin, his neck… nibbling lightly at the soft, tanned skin. He grinded his hips slowly against Shane, driving him steadily closer and closer towards the edge.

Shane was panting now, moaning softly, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Kian sat up and moved off him.

"Hey! Shane protested.

Kian smiled. "Not yet, Shane." He suddenly spotted a pair of flippers just above Shane's head.

Shane sighed. Kian took his hand and rolled him over, straddling him he bent forward and nibbled at his neck, his hardness pressing against Shane’s lower back. Shane moaned softly, relaxing and blissfully floating away.

He came back to earth with a crash – and a yelp – as something bit into his flesh. Kian’s voice reached him. "I thought since neither of us will be diving anyway..." The flipper made contact again.

"Kian please!" Shane protested.

"Ok, ok." Kian dropped the flipper and continued caressing Shane, his mouth moving along his back bone. Down, and then back up again.

"Ready?" Kian finally whispered in his ear.

Shane nodded, lost for words as emotion after emotion washed over him. A few more moments and he might just drown.

As a tentative finger entered him Shane was pulled up again, although still balancing on the edge, knowing that any minute now he might plunge over it, diving down into unexplored depths. Or, maybe he’d develop wings and fly, fly towards unknown heights.

The feelings were so overwhelming that he barely noticed as Kian prepared him, in fact it was not until the slight pain of entry that he became fully aware of the world again. And not even then was he aware of anything but himself, Kian, and those powerful feelings.

It didn’t take long for either of them to stumble over the edge, and they grasped onto each other as they fell together.

They lay spent for a while, small waves rocking the boat as the soft wind cooled off their sweaty bodies.

It was Kian who got up first. Smiling, he reached his hand for Shane and helped him up. Then he took his headband back "Best get dressed. The boat is due back in 30 minutes." They got dressed and Kian helped Shane put on his lifejacket.

"You know Kian, if I survived the past little while, I think I’d survive anything." Shane grinned broadly.

Kian ran his fingers through his hair to straighten it up, before putting the headband back on to tame his fringe. He smiled at Shane, but said nothing.

"This holiday was great, Kian." Shane insisted, happy that Kian had planned the week for them. "I love you."

Kian looked up, still wearing a love-sick smile. "I love you too." He said, kissing him quickly before loosening the boat and setting them on course back to the real world.