The shrill beep of the alarm had Eric groaning. He reached out and slapped around on the bedside table. When his fingers found the clock, he took great joy in slamming his hand down on the snooze button. Tugging the blanket up over his head to block out the world, he was just about ready to catch a few more Z’s when the covers were rudely yanked off the bed. Eric grabbed his pillow and hurled it at the German Shepherd he knew was there. The pillow came back, whacking him square in the face.

 

“What the fuck?” He sat up so quickly, he made himself lightheaded.

 

“About time you woke up.”

 

Rolling his eyes, Eric fell backward onto the bed with a groan. “What are you doing here, Scott? I thought you were taking a vacation.” He felt the bed dip beside him.

 

“I am. So are you. I gave Rusty a couple of weeks off.”

 

“Huh? He’s a seeing-eye dog, Scott. You know, trained for it? They don’t have days off.”

 

Scott chuckled, the sound deep and rich and… Whoa. No fantasizing about your best friend, dude.

 

“Well, Rusty has two weeks off,” Scott said. “And so do you. We’re going on a cruise.”

 

“What? I can’t go on a cruise, you idiot! I’ll fall off the boat!”

 

Hot breath suddenly caressed Eric’s right ear. “Not with me standing guard,” Scott whispered.

 

Eric barely managed to suppress the shiver. “What exactly do you expect a blind man to do on a cruise ship? I can’t watch the shows. I can’t see the slot machines in the casino. I can’t even see the fucking ocean.”

 

“You can feel the Caribbean breeze,” Scott answered. He hadn’t moved. “You can smell the salt, taste it when you lick your lips.”

 

What if I lick yours? “You really drive a hard bargain.” Eric could almost feel his best friend’s smirk.

 

“Good. Let’s get you packed. We have to be at the airport in three hours. I brought your passport from the safety deposit box. Oh, and I opted out of the regular shore excursions. I figured we’d just stay on the ship, or go shopping at the ports.”

 

“You had this shit planned, didn’t you?” Eric asked as he got up, stretching.

 

“Rusty’s had a spot in the kennel since last Wednesday.”

 

Eric felt a whoosh of air as Scott tossed what Eric assumed was a suitcase onto the bed. “This is what I get for giving you a key to my house.”

 

“You bet.” A hand touched Eric’s arm, fingers trailing down to his hand. “Just think: warm, Caribbean sun, cool drinks, no work—all for two weeks.”

 

“Mmm…” Eric couldn’t stop the moan. He needed a vacation; Scott was right. “You could tempt a saint into anything.”

 

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mychael_black	Posted: 2007/3/17 8:10  Updated: 2007/3/17 8:10
Stuck on Sticky Joined: 2006/7/27 From: Delaweird Posts: 913	Re: What happens next? Thanks, hun! :D I'm working on Part 2. ;)
mychael_black	Posted: 2007/3/17 8:09  Updated: 2007/3/17 8:09
Stuck on Sticky Joined: 2006/7/27 From: Delaweird Posts: 913	Re: The only thing sexier than that story... *blushes* Thank you! :D
AndrewMCO	Posted: 2007/3/17 7:30  Updated: 2007/3/17 7:30
Unzipped Joined: 2007/1/22 From: Posts: 63	What happens next? God, Kay, this is fabulous. I can't wait to find out what happens next. ( Drip, drip). AndrewMCO
bardohio	Posted: 2007/3/17 0:45  Updated: 2007/3/17 0:45
Stuck on Sticky Joined: 2006/12/10 From: NE Ohio Posts: 649	The only thing sexier than that story... ...is you, yourself, Kay - WOW!
mychael_black	Posted: 2007/3/15 17:22  Updated: 2007/3/15 17:22
Stuck on Sticky Joined: 2006/7/27 From: Delaweird Posts: 913	Re: mmm LOL Already in the works. ;) Thanks!
WillYUM	Posted: 2007/3/15 16:50  Updated: 2007/3/15 16:50
Ready to Blow Joined: 2007/1/26 From: CT Posts: 351	mmm dude that story needs a part 2 pronto.