I woke up to the sun beaming in my face and for a few moments I couldn't remember exactly where I was. Then it came to me and I wondered what was currently happening below deck.
I couldn't bring myself to look, either through the hatch or around in the porthole. I tried to occupy myself by getting some breakfast stuff out and ready, including coffee that I badly needed.
Not long afterwards, I was joined by Steve and Gary and their smirking faces were suddenly serious.
"Dude. Brad. You okay?" Steve asked.
"I... yeah. I'm fine."
"You very much do not look 'fine'," Gary added in.
"I just..."
"Oh shit. This has gone a little too far, hasn't it?" Steve asked.
For all his outward bravado and boisterousness, Steve has always been a good guy. We pick and josh with each other all the time, but nothing that either of us know is not really cool. In other words, he's never crossed over to being an asshole and I've always appreciated that about him. It was the primary reason I was fairly comfortable with him testing the waters with Kellie.
"I mean it guys, I'm really okay. It was just... different than I expected."
"With Chris you mean? Yeah, I think the guy is quietly a real intense kind of dude with the ladies. And beyond that, you know he's always had a thing for her, right?" Gary asked.
Gary and Chris were the closer than with Steve and I. They were the former roommates, so Gary would probably know things we might have missed.
"I suspected something like that might be the case," I replied. "They seemed pretty spirited together."
"So you peeked," Gary asked with a grin.
"Of course he peeked. Would you really expect him not to?" Steve chimed in.
"I suppose not. Although, I don't know if I could handle watching anyone with Megan," Gary said and sort of caught himself. "Oh shit, dude. Don't take that as a criticism. You, my friend, have balls of steel for this shit. I fully expect you to lord this over us all for years."
Steve laughed, nodding his head in agreement. "'Hey, Steve, can I borrow your motorcycle? Remember, I lent you my wiiiiife...'," Steve said in a voice that was supposed to resemble mine.
"'Hey Gary, can you help me move furniture next weekend? Don't forget, you got to stick it in Kellie...'," Gary added with an even worse impression of me.
"Alright, enough you guys. I get it. And, yes, you better goddamn believe I'll be milking this one for a long time."
We all chuckled and as we died down we heard a little moaning coming up from the cabin hatch.
"Fuck," I said.
"They are again, apparently," Steve quipped.
I shook my head and got back to breakfast prep and they lent a hand.
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It was actually an hour or so later when Chris came up the stairs from the cabin. He looked sheepishly happy. He was not the showiest of the four of us and it was pretty clear he was more than a bit embarrassed to know full well we'd clearly heard them together. Steve's faux moan didn't help.
"Alright, I get it. Hey, Brad, I'm tapping out. Our time is done early," he said.
"Damn. Did she break you already?" Gary teased.
"Naw. It was just- perfect. No need to drag it out," Chris replied. "She's in the shower and she's hoping you'll go join her, man."
"Oh," I said, more than somewhat surprised, "ah, thanks."
"No, dude, thank you. Seriously, perfect," he answered back.
I looked at him and he was again smiling sheepishly, a little uneasy to return my look. I shrugged it off and grabbed a small plate of food and took it below deck for Kellie.
I heard the small shower running as I entered the cabin. I put the plate on the small table and walked up to the shower door.
"Brad, baby?" she called out.
"Yeah, it's me."
"Please come in here with me."
I looked skeptical; those showers are barely built for one. But I dropped my trunks and opened the door to ease my way in. We were forced to be touching bodies fully in order to fit. I looked in her eyes and was shaken by the emotion I saw in them.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.