"If it's the sun you're afraid of, come along to the infirmary," Stewart suggested. "I'm sure the doc will have just the thing for you."
"With your colouring, Gus, it might be an idea if you came along as well."
Gus did, but only reluctantly. He knew he'd look a real goose with zinc cream plastered all over his nose and his lips making him appear like those awful racist minstrel entertainers or else English cricketers who were afraid of a little heat. His fears were somewhat assuaged when Einarr refused to set foot outside the cabin before he was swathed head to toe in thick SPF70+ gunk as well as wearing a hat. On him, the sunscreen looked sexy. Hell, Einarr looked sexy in anything, especially the tight Speedos that did little to contain his semi-hard cock.
The quartet were wolf whistled and ogled as they walked to the relaxation area around the pool. It made Gus proud to be seen beside the magnificent man, even more so when people vacated four pool loungers to allow the party pride of place. It did also allow passengers to annoy them with requests for autographs and, in Einarr's case at least, requests for sexual trysts or private strip shows.
A number of men pleaded that Einarr autograph their cocks which, of course, had to be hard to take the felt-tipped pen. Those who weren't already tumescent expected Einarr to get them up with his mouth. Gus fumed silently because Einarr was all too obviously happy as a pig in shit to indulge his fans. Stewart and Paul attempted vainly to get Einarr to temper his enthusiasm for physical contact, realising how upset it was making Gus, but the Viking remained blithely unaware. At least until Rob and Chuck breezed up, bold as brass, to take their turn.
Having watched previous encounters they felt emboldened enough to approach the living god. Chuck pulled down the back of his swimming togs, getting Einarr to sign a succulent butt cheek causing a stir in Einarr's loins as his ran his hand over the smooth tight skin. Maybe he'd rejected Chuck on little more than Gus's dislike of the man. When Gus turned away in disgust, Einarr took the opportunity to press his thumb against Chuck's moist hole.
Hmmm, definite possibilities there, Einarr hummed to himself.
Chuck purred, rewarded with a smouldering wink from his hero.
Rob was even more brazen and flipped out his cock demanding Einarr get it hard and sign it. Up until that moment, Einarr had never appreciated what Gus had seen in his former boyfriend, but with it dangling deliciously close to his lips he automatically leaned over and sucked it. It wasn't so much a sexual action on Einarr's part but a swift thank you in the only way Einarr knew how. That didn't prevent Rob from a total misinterpretation of Einarr's interest and his face lit up with a superiority that was the last straw for Gus.
Gus stood, struggling to keep the anger from his voice, "I think I've had enough sun for today. I'm going back to the cabin. You coming, love?"
It was a desperate ploy. Stewart and Paul flinched at the implication, hardly failing to notice the smirk on Rob's face. Einarr, reluctant to disengage his mouth job, waved Gus away, happily bringing Gus's triumphant former boyfriend to full thickness before signing his oozing prick.
Gus stormed off with Paul in hot pursuit. Rob slowly stroked his cock, admiring Einarr's handiwork. "Don't forget our cabin door is always open to you any time, day or especially night. Just knock." He tucked his dick away, still tingling from the tongue action that Einarr had given him. It was going to be such a pleasure taking the big Viking away from his scrawny ex-fuck.
"Go after him, Einarr. Make it up to him," Stewart said once they were alone.
"Robert you mean?"
"No, shit for brains, Gus. He's really upset."
Stewart wanted to slap Einarr around the head. "You just sucked off his evil ex-boyfriend in front of him."