Somehow, dinner has once more flown along and it’s time to leave. Evan takes my hand as we exit the dining room and I’m content to follow his lead.

“Evan, where are we going exactly?” I ask as we descend in the lift.

“Well, Apparently I have to sleep in my own cabin tonight, so I thought we’d go there.”

“Sneaky.”

“Yes. Actually, I thought you’d like to see some of the video you shot?”

“Oh, I would. It might give me some ideas for things I can do better tomorrow.”

“Adam, when you see what you’ve shot so far, you’ll realize that there isn’t much that you need to do to improve.”

“Flattery will get you only so far.”

“What about the good looks and big…”

“Don’t say it.” I whisper as I press a finger to his lips.

“…ego?” he mumbles past my fingertip.

Evan’s cabin is a slightly smaller analogue of my own, only there’s a smallish square window where my balcony would be. His laptop is on the small desk / dresser and he taps it as he approaches. We somehow manage to perch on the small chair together and he cues up a few of the clips that I filmed at Urquhart Castle.

I know that I was the cameraman, but I have to admit that they have come out pretty well. I can see that I maybe need to still use a slightly wider angle than I have been doing, but the overall quality of my tracking when we are walking along is really not too bad. The hand-held gimbal does a truly excellent job of taking the bounce out of our walking motion. It’s nowhere near as good as a professional steady-cam type rig, but this is YouTube, not Hollywood.

“Evan, have you started editing yet?”

“Yes, the first part is actually done. I uploaded it this morning for publishing at midnight. I need to get the series started and then do one each week for probably three or four parts. I’ll have the second part ready for just after we return home.”

“Can I have a sneak preview?”

“Well, only because it’s you. Nobody normally gets to see my work until I publish. I think I can make an exception though.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” I tell him as I kiss him on the cheek.

I’ve seen a few of his older videos, so I am used to his style, titles and introduction technique. This first episode, covering the cruise from boarding to Portree and the Cuillins is on another level. I watch it in silence, Evan scrunched up against me on the tiny chair holding my hand lightly.

He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze when I tense at the first sight of myself on camera. He’s used part of the footage from Instagram, right before my fall. He’s describing the rugged scenery and I’m apparently just a fellow traveller in the scene. He then cuts in a few of the photos that I took of the rugged views and the waterfalls.

When the video finishes, I turn to face him and try my best to smile, despite my apprehensions. “It’s better than all your earlier videos. You’ve really stepped the production up a notch. You have me in it though?”

“You don’t mind?”

“No, I’m getting used to it. Am I in the next episode as well?”

“Hmm… Maybe a little more even. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I move to sit on his lap and he shuffles over to balance better on the chair. I put both arms around his neck and draw him in to a long and passionate kiss.

“Thank you,” He whispers as we break apart to catch our breath.

“For what exactly?”

“For giving me the inspiration to make the video even better. You bring out the best in me.”

“I think I really do love you; you know?”

“Yes, Adam and I think I really love you too.”

“So, you’re confined to quarters for your behaviour earlier. I’d better be going!” I make a move to push myself back from him and on to my feet, but his arms are strongly locked around my back and I can’t escape.

“Can I do anything to make you reconsider?”

“I don’t know. Is your shower big enough for two?”

“Well, there’s still only one way to find out,” Evan whispers as he somehow manages to stand up and place me back on my feet.

By the time we make it to the bathroom door, we’ve managed to get out of our shirts and our trousers have been stepped out of along the way. Evan offers a steadying hand as I fumble with my socks and I return the favour before we both drop our boxers onto the floor and he draws me in to a tight hug with our now naked bodies pressed together.

Evan’s already hard cock is pressed firmly against my abdomen and my own erection is pushed out to one side along the ridge of his hip. His hands have moved down to grasp my buttocks firmly, one thumb rubbing the spot on my spine right above my crack.

I manage to turn on the water in the shower as we step into the tray. It’s just about big enough for the two of us and, as the warm water streams down over us, I slip a hand down between us and begin to stroke him lightly. His thumb has now moved down to my hole and he’s drawing little circles with it around the rim.

As the tip of his thumb slips gently inside me, I moan into his ear “Fuck me!”

He removes his thumb and a finger immediately takes over, very quickly joined by a second one. “Lube?” he asks in a very quiet voice.

“We’ll manage. Can you take my weight?”

“Hmm…” Grabbing my arse once more, he lifts me off the ground and high enough for his cock to slip down between us. I wrap my legs around his waist and he leans me back against the side of the shower.

Reaching down I manage to position his cock at my entrance and slowly lower myself onto him. I continue to bear down and feel the firm pressure of him before my body relaxes and allows me to slip myself down slowly on to his throbbing shaft. I feel like I’m moving down for an eternity, taking him deeper and deeper until I can take no more. “Fuck…” I moan before my mouth is covered by Evan’s.

Using his powerful arms, Evan lifts me slightly and begins to thrust with short rocking movements of his hips. He’s long enough that this is more than enough to feel wonderful and, as he finds a rhythm I reach down and grab my own throbbing member and begin to stroke myself. I’m moaning slightly with each of his thrusts and Evan’s whispering muttered nonsense almost constantly.

My climax is coming far too quickly, the pressure of his length against my prostate is just unbearable. “Evan, I’m coming!” I groan as I shoot onto his chest.

As I drop down onto his length, I feel him tense inside me as he shudders from his own orgasm. He barely manages to lift me off him and get me back onto my feet before he collapses against me, totally spent.

I reach for the shower gel and slowly begin to wash him, cleaning the semen from his chest and the rest of our bodies, gently milking the last of his load from his softening cock and cleaning him thoroughly. His breathing has returned to normal by the time I turn the water off and reach for some towels.

“Let me dry your back, love?” He asks as we step out of the shower.

“Yes, honey!” I respond with a smirk. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. That was… Well, that was hard work, but amazing.”

“I’m sorry I came so fast. The sensations were just so…”

“Intense?”

“Yeah, you really are big, you know.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, of course not. Stop asking. I know I keep saying it, but I may be a little tender in the morning. I feel a bit… Stretched?”

“Are you staying?”

“If you want me to.”

“Very silly question.”