Chapter 100

Chapter 100
Noah
The sun was setting, and it was chilly out here. To be honest, I spent most of my time out here with Jerold, messing with the boat, and learning about the sea.
I had to admit I was a little full earlier too since that fish was a big one, but I was working it off. We stood at the front of the boat, messing with the ropes again. This time however, was more to teach me how to do it than anything else. It’s a cool, dying skill. I think as I get older in this immortal life… I’m going to do my best to learn as much as I can. Even something small like this might come in handy.
From a look, he knew the current, and the wind direction. There seemed to be… a certain look in his eye here that I hadn’t seen before. He was comfortable, yet giddy and playful. Seeing him gaze off into the horizon without any red to his eyes made me glad that this vacation did work. I’m sure come sundown, he’ll be able to navigate with the stars. If he does, I’ll bring us some blankets and coffee.
Since he was teaching me, he said nothing, waiting for me to try again.
“Like this?” I asked, tossing the heavy rope so it would go around the tie down, and secure itself like Jerold did. Gods he made this look easy…
It was not. 
I didn’t miss it this time, but I still couldn’t quite figure out how he ties it with a flick of his wrist. I knew it wasn’t something only supernaturals could do either, I just needed to practice.
He silently got behind me, and held my hand gently. Jerold was warm against my back, sending tingles through me that made it hard to concentrate. His broad arms and massive shoulders moved me as he did, making me feel the abs on his chest with such a simple motion.
“Put a little more pitch to it.” He said, angling my hand up a bit. It landed, and did it kind of, then slipped back down to the deck. “Swing your hips a little too. You’re too stiff.” He said leaning into my ear.
… I don’t think he was doing it on purpose, but he was close, sensual, and deeply caring about how well I could tie a sailor’s loop… 
“When I get this, I want to go inside. I still haven’t seen the captain’s quarters.” I said, imitating how he does it. It took three more tries, but I actually got it.
“Ha! That’s incredible!” he beamed! “It seems that was the motivation you needed.” Jerold kissed me on the back of the neck, and it gave my arms instant goosebumps.
“Oh,” I mumbled.
“You smell so sweet, my dear.” He mumbled, letting his hands slide down from my shoulders, past my chest, down my sides, ending at my hips. He gripped me ever so slightly, and I arched my back a little. “Are you ready for the captain’s quarters?”
“I don’t know… we have a whole ocean to sail first.” I said playfully, humming when he sucked my earlobe. “Mm…”
He chuckled.
“We can stay out here as long as you like. We still have 12 days left of vacation before our flight.”
“Twelve days of quality time with just my mate? Sign me up!” I said using every shred of self-control I had to stay standing.
“Then let’s go warm up in the captain’s quarters.” He said seductively. Just the pressure he had leaning on me was enough to make my member start to rise a little….
It was already convincing. He didn’t have to sell it… Jerold did all this for me… chances are he’s just as excited to show me how it was decorated as much as was to drill me into whatever bed they had in there.
We made our way into the warmer ship.
This place felt as cozy as a home…. And honestly, so did the captain’s quarters.
I was going to make a first mate joke, but instead I looked around. 
The first thing I noticed was how tall, and large everything was. Everything here was made with a minotaur in mind. If I sat in a chair here, my feet might not hit the floor!
I thought it was going to be a single room, but no, there was a whole small studio apartment in here, in the same style as the exterior of the ship. Hardwood was on every wall, even the ceiling, with bulls carved into wooden pillars that were likely for decoration. They were carved as if to look like they were holding up the wall, with the kitchen area being a 2 person dining table, with a work desk wide enough to fit my mate adjacent to it. To the left was a simple bathroom and a shower, and to the right was a large bed big enough to fit Jerold shifted.
I walked in slowly, putting my hand on the scrollwork on the desk. It was U shaped, with a large leather chair behind it. The bed had mermaid lamps on bedside dressers, while a large wardrobe and bookshelf filled with classic books I hadn’t read yet littered the 9 shelved, almost to the ceiling, bookshelf.
The massive pillars on the bed were carved to look like olive trees, with brass leaves on them…
“Wow.” I said going to the bed, and putting my hands on sheets that looked to be hand woven… “There better be a laundry room.” I giggled.
“There is.” He said proudly.
I should have figured. This is a modern, sea-fairing, multimillion-dollar boat.
And on this boat, I knew what I wanted. Jerold did too. I rummaged around the dresser, and thankfully there was lube.
I put it on top of the dresser, and Jerold took off his shirt. He really was as fit as they get…. Every muscle rippled as he slowly walked over, and kissed me gently. Sparks erupted from such a simple, yet passionate gesture. It felt as if this was the first kiss we’d shared, or that we hadn’t seen each other for a long time….
I ran my fingers through his hair, and his horns came out.
“Mm.” he said in response. He looked nearly broken, having his mouth slightly ajar, showing fangs. I knew I definitely found the spot that was not only sensitive, but traveled straight to his hardness…. It pulsed; I could see it through his pants that Jerold already wanted to enter me, and honestly, I was ready. I wanted it so bad that as he grunted from our foreplay, that I was almost tempted to rush it… 
We were at sea all alone, on a ship made for a party… I should take my time.
Yet his slight grip of my hiar, and his strong, assertive embrace had me melting. All he had to do was throw me on the bed… and take me.
I wanted to be taken right now, but he seemed to relish the squirming…. And I relished his motions. He already knew every movement to make, roaming over every inch of me that made me squirm in pure pleasure… I could feel myself already hard for him… Already wanting him inside me…
Gods, I wanted him..
“I can scent you become sweeter, little mate.” He chuckled, showing his fangs. He didn’t retract them, being comfortable around me to the point to where he didn’t hold his hand over his mouth, or try to subdue who he was for my sake.
“Maybe it was meant to scent,” I said, holding the rim of his pants with my thumbs, working my way to his buckle.
Our kiss became more passionate, and I wrapped my hands around his neck, if only to tease, while he held my waist. We slowly began to rock to the motions of each other’s throbbing passion.