Safe Harbor

Epilogue

It was a chilly March morning, but the clear skies and calm winds promised good seas. Mac sat behind the wheel and looked over the bow. “Go ahead and cast off.”

Sully worked the bow line while Clarisse manned the stern. Mac eased the Dilly Dally out of her slip and carefully turned her in the basin. During Mac’s rehab, after his homecoming but before he was steady and strong enough to return to his captain’s duties, they’d taken the boat out many times with Clarisse in command.

Although Sully never gave her the “boat rules” option, he did defer to her as captain. After seeing her in charge of the boat, he signed her up for Sea School so she could earn her captain’s license.

Mac enjoyed helping her study for her classes.

Even though Mac felt much better, they didn’t want to subject him to the long hours commercial fishing entailed. She suggested converting the Dilly to a dive and deep sea fishing charter, an idea Sully, Mac, and Tad wholeheartedly endorsed. She oversaw the retrofit while Sully managed Mac’s rehab and doctor appointments.

They motored down the channel toward the head marker when Mac turned from the wheel with something in his hand. “Come here,” he said to Sully.

Clarisse grinned. She already wore her collar, never bothered to take it off that morning since she knew Mac would only be putting it right back on her.

Sully smiled. “Are you sure you can handle me, Captain?”

Mac stood. He grabbed Sully’s shirt, pulled him close, and kissed him. “I can put you on your ass.” He probably could, too. He’d regained his lost weight, mostly in muscle mass since he’d started on a weight training program. He didn’t look like a gym rat, but he’d rebuilt his body almost to its pre-attack physique even though his dexterity and balance sometimes faltered.

Sully bowed his head as Mac fastened the collar around his neck and snapped the padlock into place. “Clarisse, take the wheel.”

She did. Mac pointed Sully outside.

Sully expected Mac to tie him to the rail like he normally did.

Mac surprised him, unzipping his own jeans and pushing them down far enough to expose his cock. Then he leaned against the rail. “Get busy.”

Sully arched an eyebrow at him. “Not wasting any time, are we?”

Mac kissed him again. “Fuck, no. You said you’d do it.” He hesitated. “I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to, but why the fuck you think I worked so hard all these months?”

Sully smiled as he sank to his knees. “Maybe I can be a little more lenient from time to time.”

“You saw why I enjoy it so much.”

Sully had to admit that he was right. There was something powerful about the intimate contact, from the giving end, delivering that much pleasure. “Yeah.” He leaned in and sucked Mac’s stiff cock into his mouth. Mac dropped his hands to Sully’s head and slowly pumped his hips. “Fuck, yeah man.”

Sully closed his eyes and worked hard to make it feel as good for Mac as Mac always did for him. He gently squeezed Mac’s balls in his hand, massaged his sac, played with his taint.

Mac threw his head back. “I’m fucking close,” he hissed.

Sully grabbed the back of Mac’s thighs and deeply swallowed, fighting his gag reflex. Mac let out a loud moan as he climaxed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck that’s good!”

A strange, warm feeling rolled through Sully. He’d done that to Mac.

Sully had never felt quite like that before.

Mac’s grip in his hair loosened. “Fuck, man, that’s fucking good.”

Sully rocked back on his heels. “Happy?”

“Hell yeah.” He tucked himself into his jeans and kissed Sully after helping him to his feet. “Let’s get back in the wheelhouse.”

Mac took the wheel from Clarisse and slid into the seat. “Pet, suck Sully’s cock.”

She eagerly complied. Mac locked eyes with Sully. Sully helped her with his jeans and grabbed onto the dash for support as she nearly took his knees out with the power of her blow job.

Mac smiled as he watched. Sully’s eyes never left him. “Don’t come yet, Sul.”

Sully groaned. “You fucker.”

“That comes later.” He stared at Sully, amused. “She good?”

“Oh, fuck, Brant. You know she is.”

That spurred Clarisse and her slightly evil playful streak into working even harder to make him come.

Mac glanced around to make sure their way was still clear, then turned back to Sully. “I think you can hold out a little longer.”

Sully’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the dash tighter. “No, fuck, I can’t.”

“I’ll make you suck my cock to the Middle Grounds and back if you can’t hold it.”

Clarisse’s head popped up. “Ooh, I’ll do it!”

“Get back to work, pet,” he growled, trying not to laugh. He knew what she was doing—her interruption had given Sully enough leverage to maintain control.

He leaned over, grabbed Sully’s shirt, and kissed him. “Come for me,” he whispered in Sully’s ear. “Show me how much you love me.”

Sully’s eyes dropped closed as he came. He cried out and held onto the dash as Clarisse eagerly milked his release from his cock.

When he finished, she sat up after placing one last kiss on the softening head.

“Now what?” she asked Mac.

“Go make us lunch, pet.”

Sully’s eyes opened as he stared at Mac. She left them alone. Mac sat back and crooked his finger at Sully. After zipping his jeans, Sully stood next to him.

Mac wrapped his arms around Sully. “I fucking love you, man.

You realize you’re stuck with me for life, right?”

Sully smiled. “I hope so.”

Mac rested his head against Sully’s chest and enjoyed the feel of his lover’s arms around him.

“I can’t believe you put up with me,” Sully said.

“You’re my safe harbor,” he murmured. “I don’t belong anywhere but right here.”

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