Pairing: BJCD

Brian fell asleep and dreamed of his baby. He soon was muttering in his sleep. Baby, come back to me. Baby, come back to me. He started to cry in his sleep. He was dreaming about the bashing. Justin sensed Brian needed him and wrapped himself around Brian, interlocking their fingers even in his sleep. Brian calmed, his dreams becoming more serene depicting a meadow on a bright summer’s day. The two of them playful.

Two and a half hours later, Mr. Butterroll returned to check up on them. He used his key to get in after calling their names and getting no response. He tried to wake both and neither responded. He called Dr. Mayflowers and was told he would be right there. Brian was probably in a deep sleep. Not to worry about it. When the doctor arrived, he checked Brian’s pupils. As he did so, Brian stirred.

“Doctor, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. You didn’t respond when Mr. Butterroll came to check up on you so I came to see if I had missed something. How are you feeling?”

“Like someone took a sledgehammer to my head, but I will survive. I always do.” He smirked.

“Good. We don’t want you to die on my watch.”

Brian quipped. “I’ll try to remember that. No dying on this tour. Gotcha!” They all laughed, only Kinney held back because it hurt too much to laugh.

“Shall I send someone with the menu or should I just surprise you with a few selections, Mr. Kinney.”

“Send salad and a variety of dishes and desserts. The smells might wake him up.”

“Is there anything you would prefer?”

“Do you have any sushi, mussels, and clams? I have a craving for that. Don’t know why?

“I will see what we can do? The steward will come by with the food in a little while. Do you need any help to get up or anything?” Brian tried to lift himself up into a sitting position and nearly screamed. Mr. Butterroll decided to help him sit up. Is that better?”

“Thank you. Can you have Desire come by and visit later?”

“Of course. If I may be excused?”

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Day 4, Tuesday, December 3, docking at Fanning Island

Justin was excited. Fanning Island. He would get to do some sightseeing. The only problem was that Brian was still having trouble moving about. It was more than a mild concussion. He was sure about that. Brian could barely move his head without feeling sick. Justin knew that all was not well, but he let Brian play out the charade. If it made Brian feel better to pretend, who was he to gripe. He would go along with it as long as Brian didn’t do anything stupid. They had foregone any sex since, not even a blowjob because any movement would jar Brian. He could deal with it.

Brian needed to get to the shore and help Cynthia back to the boat but he knew that was not an option. He had Dr. Mayflowers visit him, asking him for something to steady his queasiness. He would have Desire and Justin help Cynthia. He couldn’t wait to see Justin’s face when he saw the art supplies that would be used for the presentation. He was so glad that Cynthia was gonna be here because she could help him pretend he was okay so that Justin wouldn’t worry. He knew that Justin was probably onto him, but he had to try.

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Cynthia had arrived just in time to see the boat coming in. It was beautiful. She couldn’t wait to get on. She couldn’t leave the spot she was in until someone was there for her because she had not only her luggage, but all that was required from the agency. God forbid, if she let the supplies get stolen. She knew her boss would be here shortly. She continued to sit on the bench that she had found. Finally, a beautiful woman and Justin walked up to her.

“Cynthia, sorry you had to wait.”

“Hey, Justin. Where’s Brian? I expected him to fetch me.”

“Brian couldn’t make it. This is Desire Flowers. Desire, this is Cynthia, Brian’s right hand woman. The only other person who can get Brian to do what she wants, BESIDES, the two of us of course, Justin jokes. ”

“Nice to meet you, Cynthia. We fag hags have to stick together.”

“How do you know Brian, from this ship or from his past?

“From his past. We will have to swap notes.”

“Did I not hear your name correctly? I thought I heard Desire instead of Desiree.

“Cyn, may I call you Cyn?

“Yes. Everyone else does.”

“My parents were hippies. All my siblings have unique names. Desire is mine though, Brian convinced me to call myself Desiree for work. It has helped immensely.”

“I bet it would.” Cyn commented laughing. “You must have been a butt of jokes growing up.”

“Yeah, but they soon learned not to mess with me. Right, Justin.”

“Right!” Justin admitted blushing. Looking from one to the other, she knew they shared a secret. There was a look of intimacy that wasn’t there earlier. She could tell that she wanted to know what had transpired in her absence. Cynthia thought she better get some info on this gal. She had the sinking suspicion that the vibes and thoughts she was getting were true. Her gut feelings were never wrong, yet these thoughts didn’t fit Brian.

Changing the subject, Cyn asked, “What happened to Brian? He told me that he would personally meet me and show me the island. He always keeps his word.”

Justin replied, “Yes, he always keeps his word, but this time it would be detrimental to his health if he tried to come and believe me, he tried. I just put him back to bed and we have someone keeping him company for now to keep him down.”

“You are scaring me Justin.”

“Brian fell from the diving board hitting his head and he now has a concussion. He was way too dizzy to come to you and so he sent the remaining two musketeers.” They giggled. Cyn glared at them. This wasn’t funny. Brian could never stay down. This was no longer going to be a fun float on the water. She could see her work cut out for her. Take care of Brian, find out secrets, get Desire to confide in her, and finally get everything business related accomplished. The latter would be the easy part.

“Take me to him, NOW!” It sounded like an order. The two musketeers looked at each other and both saluted Cynthia and said in unison “Follow me.”

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