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beautiful day and in such calm waters. Lucas tilted his head back and enjoyed the warm sunlight
on his face and the occasional burst of refreshing mist over his face as the boat carried them out
to the pirate ship.
A poke in the shoulder drew his attention to a grinning Ben, a pale blond with washed out
blue eyes and thick, fleshy lips whom Lucas had met only fleetingly at the barbeque.
"Adam says you're shadowing me today," he shouted. "Right on, buddy." He clasped
Lucas' hand and squeezed. "We'll be rope monkeys today. Lots of fun. Hope you aren't afraid of
heights."
"Not a chance," Lucas yelled back above the loud drone of the engine. "Although I'm still
a little hung-over so make sure you're not under me. I might hurl on your head."
"Haha! If you do get queasy let me know. We'll have to do some strategic positioning to
make the most impact!" Ben joked back.
"You take care of my boy, you got that, bro?" Kip warned Ben. "Teach him right or I'll
swashbuckle your ass."
"Was it you who took care of him last night?" Ben teased back.
Lucas was glad at that moment that it hadn't been Kip because his face would have been
as red as a lobster.
Kip, however, wasn't on the same page.
"Not yet," he said, with a wink at Lucas. "I'm in no hurry. I've got him to myself every
night. I'll get 'im eventually, bro."
Ben laughed. "Lucky guy!"
They bounced over a small wave, a spray of saltwater sprinkling their faces. Lucas
thought about what Kip had said and hoped his friend was joking. He counted on Kip to be his
buddy, not fuck buddy. Nothing could ruin a friendship quicker than a failed relationship,
especially when one of them was gay and the other one wasn't.
He had little time to worry about it though, because within moments Adam had pulled the
boat up to the pirate ship. It was beautiful up close, the hull painted scarlet, the sails tied in puffs
of white canvas, its masts pointing to the heavens like the spires of a pirate church. Adam steered
the boat beneath the overhanging audience platform and up to a gangway hanging off the side of
the ship.
Orinth immediately jumped over the side onto the platform and tied the boat off before
Tyler joined him and began lending a hand to the other men as they moved from one vessel to
the other. When everyone had boarded except for Kip and Lucas, Tyler smirked and helped them
onto the platform, although his gray eyes clearly held the urge to let Lucas fall backwards into
the smaller boat. Lucas did his best to ignore him and climbed the rubber coated gangway up to
the top deck of the ship.
Up on deck, Lucas couldn't stop a grin from splitting his face. The ship was as well-
maintained as he'd hoped, the wooden deck and masts gleaming, brass sparkling, yards of rope
dangling from the masts and tied off securely to the rails or else coiled neatly on deck.
The gangway had dumped them all onto the audience platform where chairs would be set
up for the audience to watch the show. Currently the chairs were folded and stacked against the
railing, safely out of the way.
It would be an up close and personal experience, closer than he'd guessed from seeing the
setup from shore. He looked up and found that the masts and sails were practically right above
his head. The audience would not only see the action, they'd be right in the middle of it.
No room for faking it here, that's for sure.
A heavy hand clapped him on the shoulder. Adam stood close to him, his dark eyes
peering intently into Lucas' eyes.
"Ready to be someone you're not?" he asked, his lips tilting up at one corner of his
mouth.
Lucas held his gaze. "Ready and willing."
Adam's smile bloomed into a full-fledged grin. "I was hoping you'd say that, man." His
thick fingers touched the side of Lucas' neck before his hand fell away. "Impress me, Lucas. I
want you to earn a prime role in this show."
Adam turned away and shouted for the rest of the men to strip off. Wondering at the
comment about his role, Lucas joined suit, pulling off his T-shirt and slipping out of his sandals,
tossing both against the forecastle along with everyone else's cast-offs. His eyes couldn't help
panning over the hard, bare chests surrounding him. Even a straight man had to admire the
perfection gathered around him and he did.
"We're going to rehearse the basic script since we've got Lucas learning the ropes. No
deviations for now." Adam's deep voice easily carried across the deck, commanding and
encouraging at the same time. "Let's show him how clean we can do this, gentlemen. No
mistakes, no sloppiness. Just good old fashioned porn."
Tyler stuck his fingers between his lips and whistled his appreciation for the order.
Adam nodded at his First Mate, grinning. "Everyone to their places. Lucas, you follow
Ben. Go everywhere he goes. Watch him. Pay attention to his facial expressions and how he
moves his body. The audience can see everything, so you've got to be aware of everything you're
letting them see."
Lucas nodded. "Understood."
Tyler scowled and stepped forward. "You understand, what?" he snapped sharply.
Lucas flushed when he realized what Tyler meant. "I understand, Cap'n."
Adam's eyes gleamed. "There you go. Never disrespect your captain, especially a pirate
captain."
"Yes, Cap'n." Lucas was embarrassed, but the confrontation between the three of them
excited him slightly. "It won't happen again, Cap'n."
"In your fucking dreams, scrub," Tyler sneered. "I know I'll be riding your ass for weeks.
I can just tell."
Lucas fisted his hands but kept them out of sight behind his back. "Whatever you say,
sir."
Tyler's grin was shark-like. "I like the sound of that. I'll replay it in my mind tonight
while I jerk off."
The rest of the crew laughed, thinking it was a joke, but Lucas glared at Tyler knowing
the other blond was taunting him. He gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"Alright, let's get on with this," Adam ordered. "Everyone to their places. Remember
we're following the script this time." He turned to Tyler. "Mr. Christian, hand out the weapons."
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