As now seems to be our routine, even though the trip is fast approaching its end, we separate and agree to meet back at the dining room for dinner. I know Evan will need to go through his footage for the day and I’m happy to spend a little time backing up my photographs and checking my email.

We’ve been taking turns at being the first to arrive, so I’m not surprised to be a few minutes before Evan tonight. When he finally arrives, he does look a little flustered though.

“Hey, is everything okay?” I ask him as he takes a sip of his drink. “You’ve something on your mind.”

“Yeah, sorry. It’s just Dad. He sounds pretty rough. He’s adamant that it’s just a cold, but I’m a little worried about him. It’s not like him to fall behind with our work. It might be nothing, there is a lot more going on at the moment workwise and it may just be beyond his limits.”

“Well, you’ll be able to see him in less than forty-eight hours. I’m sure it’s nothing too serious.”

“I know. I’m just over-thinking because I’m not there.” He manages a hint of a smile in my direction as he takes a look at tonight’s menu.

“Evan, the week has passed by so quickly. Now we only have tomorrow and most of that’s at sea. Did you have anything in mind that you still need to do?”

“Not really. I was going to go back ashore in the morning, but I don’t really think that I need to. Apart from that, I thought we would then finally spend the day on deck relaxing or whatever.”

“I quite like the sound of ‘whatever’,” I say in my best, but still pitiful, attempt at a suggestive voice.

“You’re really no good at that sexy voice thing, are you?” Evan asks while trying not to laugh out loud.

“No, but you did get the message?”

“Oh, yes, I got the message. ‘Whatever’ it shall be.”

“I’m sorry, Evan. I didn’t mean to sound needy or anything, but I’m not looking forward to going home without you.”

“We’ll get through it. We’ve the full power of modern communications at our disposal. You’ve got my number, my email and my social media links. Don’t worry. I’ll be missing you just as much.”

“Well, it’s not as if either of us have much choice in the matter, is it. I can’t just not go back to work and neither can you.”

Okay, so I probably did sound more than a little needy. I’ve fallen for Evan so hard and so fast that I’m now struggling to deal with the possibility of being without him.

Deep down I know that we can’t just immediately be together. There’s no way I can take more time away from work and neither can Evan. I’ve not really thought about much beyond work. If we are going to be together, and I really hope we are, then where will that be. I’m struggling to imagine a life anywhere beyond my island home, but who knows what compromises we will have to make. I know that I can actually work anywhere, all I need is a fast internet connection and access to power. Most of my customers, however are on the Isle of Man.

I’ve never had to do a long-distance relationship. I know that many people do, sometimes for years, but I’m not sure if I can do it too. Evan is right to tell me that modern communications really help, but it still feels outside my comfort zone.

Evan might be over-thinking about his father’s cold – or whatever it might be – but I’m really getting far too deep into thinking about a future that we cannot possibly plan in advance.

Dinner is completed in silence, but as we leave the restaurant, I link arms with Evan and make sure he exits the lift on my deck.

“We’re going to your room then?” He asks as we make our way down the companionway.

“Hmm… Less than forty hours left. I’m making the most of it.” I tell him as we approach the door of my cabin. “You’ll need a crowbar to separate us between now and then, I’m afraid.”

“No problem from my side,” Evan whispers as he kicks his shoes off even before the door is closed. We both feel this unspoken need to be naked and there’s nothing sensual about our rapid shedding of all clothing. Perhaps a day without being physical was a really silly idea, but we both seem really intent on making up for it.

Seeming to realize how weird our undressing has felt, Evan reaches a hand out towards me and draws me gently to him, holding my hand lightly as he kisses me and gently slides his other hand across my shoulder and slowly down the length of my spine. I shudder slightly at his touch but lift my free arm to wrap it around his neck and deepen our kiss.

I can already feel myself growing hard, but now we are pressing closer together, I can feel Evan’s arousal even more obvious than my own. His huge cock is rock-hard and pressing into my belly as we begin to grind together.

“Adam, I need you,” Evan whispers between kisses as he draws me towards the bed.

“Lie on your back,” I tell him as we touch the mattress. He sits down and shuffles back until he can lie properly while I take a few quick steps around the side of the bed to get some lube from the bedside drawer.

I kneel on the bed beside him and, taking a little lube onto my right hand, I slowly grasp his erection and begin to stroke my lubricated hand up and down the length of his shaft.

“What…” Evan begins, but I place my free fingertips on his mouth to quiet him as I continue to stroke him with long slow movements. I pause only long enough to get a little more lube onto the fingers of my left hand and then adjust so I can position a fingertip at the entrance to my hole. I slip a finger inside myself slowly and begin to loosen myself up.

Preparing myself for Evan only takes a minute during which I continue my slow strokes along the length of his shaft, drawing his foreskin back to reveal his throbbing glans. Evan shudders as I glide my loose fist back and forth over his ridge, twitching at the sensitive touch.

Satisfied that we are both ready, I straddle his belly and slowly lower myself onto him. I pause as I guide his tip to my entrance, but am aroused and prepared enough that I can push down almost immediately and slowly lower myself until he is all the way inside me. I let out a low moan of pleasure as I bottom out on his pelvis.

The look in Evan’s eyes is precious as I slowly begin to move, lifting my body up and then dropping down to take his whole length inside me. Evan’s hands glide up my thighs and he gently, but firmly, takes a hold of my now dripping cock with both hands. He holds his hands almost still, letting me thrust into his grip on my upward strokes and holding tightly as I drop back on each downstroke.

I’m not fit enough or athletic enough to go really fast, but I increase my rhythm as much as I comfortably can manage and slowly introduce a little rotation of my hips into the motion. Evan moans in pleasure, “Oh… Fuck… Adam…”

I’m moaning softly with each downward plunge and struggling to concentrate as Evan’s grip on my cock has tightened and his hand is now moving at a different rhythm to my own. This is even more intense and there’s no way I’m lasting any longer. I can already feel the tingling sensation of my impending orgasm building behind my balls and the release is inevitable.

“I’m coming…” I manage to moan and Evan delivers a few very short sharp strokes of his hand that push me over the edge into an enormous climax, spraying hot come all over his chest and belly as I drop down onto him one last time.

Evan grunts as I plunge down and I can feel his cock twitch inside me as his own orgasm hits, pulsing semen deep into me time and time again. I lean forward and crush our lips together as we both pant through the kisses.

I manage a low groan as Evan slips out of me causing a slight smile to become apparent on his lips that are still pressed to mine. I roll over onto my back beside him and take a few deep breaths.

“Adam?” Evan whispers.

“Hmm…”

“I’m not supposed to compare, am I?”

“No, but say what you need to say.”

“You… That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. You’re incredible!”

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” I’m silent for a few moments before continuing. “Shower?”

“More sex?”

“Both?”

“Hmm…”

We both get off the bed and walk into the bathroom. Evan reaches for the shower gel as I start the water and find a comfortable temperature. We step into the streaming heat of the water together and Evan starts to spread soapy suds across my back. I hold out a hand for a little more gel and wash my front before we both swop and I begin to do his back in turn.

By the time we turn to face one another and I begin to wash his chest, we are both clearly fully aroused once more.

“Fuck me again, Evan,” I moan as I turn my back to him and bend over as far as the shower space will allow. Evan grasps my hips and draws us together, rubbing the length of his shaft up and down between the cheeks of my arse. I place one hand on the wall of the cubicle and wrap my fist around my cock with my free hand.

“Please…” I moan as he continues to slide across my waiting hole. “Fuck me now!”

Finally, Evan grips himself and guides his tip into my waiting hole. I’m still loose and aroused from our earlier session and he slips slowly and easily into me until I feel our balls touch. “Yes…” I moan.

As Evan draws back and begins to thrust into me with long slow strokes, I begin to wank myself to the same rhythm, long and slow. The pleasure is almost overwhelming and I can feel myself drifting in and out of awareness as our synchronised rhythms continue for what seems like an eternity.

Our recent orgasms have left us both slightly desensitized and able to last much longer than our first frantic fuck. I’m becoming aware of Evan’s slight increase in speed now though and increase my own strokes of my hand to keep up with him.

I can again feel the first stirrings of my orgasm as Evan begins to lose his rhythm and his breathing becomes a little ragged. “I’m coming…” he eventually moans into my ear as he thrusts deeply one more time and shudders as his cock pulses within me.

I manage a few more rapid strokes before my own orgasm overwhelms me and my knees go weak as I spurt come all over the wall of the shower. Evan withdraws and turns me quickly around, needing someone or something to hold onto to help him remain on his feet. I rest my head on his shoulder under the streaming water of the shower and hold him tightly until our breathing steadies.

“What did you say earlier about that being the best ever?” I mumble into his ear when I’m finally able to speak.

“Yeah. I knew as soon as I said it that it was stupid,” he mutters back as his hand rubs my back gently.