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Marshall, Lee, and Roger weren’t the only ones heading down to the main deck. Everyone had gathered together, interested in seeing what there was to see beneath the sea. The whole bottom of the ship was now transparent, and people ringed the viewing port, watching the fascinating tableau below. Being taller, Marshall and Lee stood behind the others, rather than obstruct the sight of those who were shorter. They still had a somewhat decent view of what was going on. Schools of bright orange an
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They had the perfect view of the island of St. Thomas from the top of the excursion boat as it made its leisurely way about the Charlotte Amalie harbor. A young man with a carefully polished accent pointed out the sights as they came into view. His voice was audible throughout the boat thanks to the loudspeaker he used, and never clashed with the band, which continued to play in the background. “If you have a wife you need to get rid of,” he commented in reference to a distant ruin on the top o
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“How do you think you’ll do with your OWLs?” Lily asked as she reached for another pumpkin tart. “Well, I think,” Remus replied cautiously. Although maybe he was being a little optimistic. The Welcoming Feast was beginning to wind down. Many of the students, feeling the effects of the long train ride, coupled with enormous amounts of food, were starting to yawn. But no one was turning down the opportunity for one or more of the many delicious desserts with which the tables were laden. The Sort
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I managed to keep a stiff upper lip as long as Remus could see me, but inside I was seething and fighting hard not to boil over. Damn Bellabitch, and her stupid mutt Lestrange. All their fault I almost missed the train to Hogwarts. More importantly, I almost missed being with Remus, and that was what upset me most of all. Not the fight, not having been hurt—I’d managed to give as good as I got, and Roddy would undoubtedly have the fat lip to prove it—but letting down Remus. Being late. Worrying
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They gathered everything they would need and fit it into a beach bag, which Marshall offered to carry. “We bringing lube?” Marshall asked hopefully. Lee shook his head. “I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t the private beach I told you about. This is a family friendly tour.” Marshall frowned in disappointment. Lee chuckled and patted his cheek. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to the private beach. And we’ll definitely take advantage of its privacy.” That was heartening. Marshall couldn’t hel
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Marshall stretched languidly in the comfortable bed. Not bothering to open his eyes, he automatically reached for Lee. When he encountered Lee’s warmth, he snuggled up against him, wrapping an arm about him as he pressed his face against Lee’s bare back. Lee covered Marshall’s arm with his, and they lay together in companionable silence. Sounds began to gradually filter into Marshall’s consciousness through the open door, and as his brain began to sort them out, his eyes popped open. They’d arr
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Remus Lupin’s eyes were glued to the open page of the textbook in his hands, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Although normally he found the discussion of charms to be a fascinating subject, today he simply could not concentrate. Every few seconds, he raised his eyes from the page and glanced about him, even as he pretended he wasn’t doing so. A maneuver which fooled no one. Least of all the friends who waited with him on the train platform—James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Lily Evans. Technic
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A Marauder story, set during Remus' and Sirius' fifth year at Hogwarts
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Marshall watched Lee with a growing amazement as he drizzled chocolate syrup along Marshall’s body, over the mounds of whipped cream. Half expecting the chocolate to be cold, he discovered it was room temperature, and far from unpleasant. “Want a little shot of this?” Lee asked, once he’d saturated Marshall with the stuff. “Hell yeah,” Marshall said. “Open up,” Lee instructed. When Marshall obeyed, Lee held the bottle over him and squeezed the sweet syrup into Marshall’s waiting mouth. Marsh
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“Come on, let’s go inside,” Lee suggested. They left the door slightly open, to admit the occasional warm breeze. As they approached the bed, Lee untied the simple knot which held the fluffy white towel about Marshall’s hips, letting it fall to the ground. Lee’s appreciative gaze raked up and down Marshall’s body. “You look good enough to eat,” he drawled. “Thought we were having a snack?” Marshall arched a brow in curiosity. “I guess technically I’m the one having the snack,” Lee admitted.
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They sat together, sipping their beers, enjoying the laid back music which filled the air. Roger tapped his fingers on the table top in a restless manner. Just when Marshall was about to ask him what was up, Roger spoke. “You know, I kinda feel like dancing.” Marshall began to think of polite ways of saying no. Ever since the fiasco at Partners, he hadn’t danced with anyone but Lee, and wasn’t sure he ever would. Roger continued before he had a chance to think of anything. “I’m going to go fi
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They took the elevator down to the next level, and followed Roger’s lead to the bar. It was filled with a less boisterous crowd than Partners. The slow smoky music seemed more conducive than country tunes to the art of seduction. Marshall had little doubt there was a whole lot of that going on all around them in the rather sensual atmosphere. “What’s your pleasure?” Roger asked, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so Lee said he’d stand the next round, and they all decided on boilermakers.
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“You’re not cold, are you?” Lee asked. “No, not a bit,” Marshall assured him. How could he be, here in Lee’s embrace? Men were in motion all about them, he noticed, some watching the slowly receding lights of Galveston, others focused on scoping out the other men, like shoppers at a gay supermarket. Dustin wasn’t the only man on the prowl on this cruise. Marshall was glad he wasn’t in their situation. He knew in his heart he had the best man there was. That thought produced a smile. A latecome
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With so many dining choices, it was hard to select just one, but for their first night, they finally decided to try the steakhouse they’d spotted when they were wandering about the ship. They found a table for two and ordered rare strip steaks with loaded baked potatoes and fresh asparagus. “Maybe tomorrow night we’ll meet some new people, but tonight is ours,” Lee said, and Marshall sure wasn’t about to argue with that. He couldn’t help but notice a lot of other men had the same idea, and love
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“Then I’ll order some when we get home,” Lee said. “We can look online, maybe see what else we’d like to try.” Marshall thought that was a great idea. “Too bad they don’t sell stuff like that on the ship.” “They’d have to have an adult shop to do it in, but yeah, that would probably be a moneymaker.” Lee slowly trailed his hand down Marshall’s stomach. “Not sure I’d want to explain those to Homeland Security, though, or any of our other toys, if we ever decided to fly.” Cupping his hand, he f
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They took their time getting back to their cabin. Marshall didn’t bother to argue when Lee said he didn’t want to use the elevator, the stairs were good enough. He figured there was a method to his madness, and he figured it out as they went—Lee hadn’t been kidding when he said anticipation was the best foreplay. They stopped on each level, finding different places along the way to indulge in long, lingering kisses and heated caresses, alternately raising their temperatures then cooling them do
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Thank you so much for your comment. Actually, I thought that Lee was going to do just that, but he didn't, and he won't. I'm glad you love their story, I do too.
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After lunch, the three men parted company on good terms, and with assurances that they would not let Dustin’s behavior color their enjoyment of the cruise. “I think I’m going to check out the casino,” Denver said, “see how my luck’s holding. You’re welcome to join me.” “Thanks, but I think we’re going to look around the ship some more,” Lee said, with a glance at Marshall, who nodded his agreement. “We have a few hours before the ship leaves, and there’s a lot we haven’t seen of it yet.” “Tha
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He darted a quick glance at Lee. Lee’s jaw was set in a firm line, and his eyes were filled with a quiet fury, like the calm before a storm. Marshall had a good feeling Lee knew exactly what Dustin meant too. And he wasn’t happy about it. Nobody spoke for a minute. Then Lee pushed his chair back and rose. “What are you going to do?” Marshall asked. Whatever it was, he knew better than to try to talk Lee out of it. When his mind was set like this, that wasn’t going to happen. And, to be honest,
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They headed to the Lido Deck and found Denver and Dustin had already seated at a table for four not too far from one of the steam tables. The buffet had been filled, and people were already helping themselves to food. A server came to their table and took their drink order, saying he’d be right back. “That smells delicious.” Marshall sniffed appreciatively. He couldn’t wait to see what was on the menu. “Looks like it’s divided up according to what’s being served,” Lee commented. “Want to star
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They decided to randomly explore the ship on their own, rather than participating in some sort of organized tour. Just see what they could see. What they saw was a lot of couples. Wall-to-wall men, holding hands, showing affection, kissing one another without inhibition. Smiling and laughing. Homophobia didn’t exist here, only love. Everyone they passed was excited. They greeted one another as if they knew no strangers, brought together by their common bond of loving other men. It was amazin
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“You’re absolutely the best!” Marshall enthused. “Can we check it out?” “Of course we can.” Lee’s eyes twinkled. “Gotta find out if it’s all it’s cracked up to be, don’t we?” Marshall whooped enthusiastically, kissed Lee again, then scurried across the room. He paused by the door, one hand on the knob, looking at Lee expectantly. “You’re coming, aren’t you?” Lee laughed. “Of course, Mr. Impatient.” He sauntered toward Marshall, as if they had all the time in the world. Marshall tamped down hi
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The Wandering Star was the most beautiful ship Marshall had ever seen. Never mind that it was the only ship he’d seen up close and personal. That didn’t matter to him. This was the ship he and Lee were taking an actual honest-to-God vacation on, and that’s all that mattered to him. The night before, they’d dropped off Denver and Dustin at their hotel and then gone on to their own, where they relaxed in their room and screwed around, then took a short nap before meeting the other two men for din
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I think it was just Lee hitting the door accidentally lol
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At that moment, Marshall realized he’d won the argument—if you could even consider that short discussion an argument—and he was about to get his way with Lee. Something that would have to hold him until they were alone in their cabin on the Wandering Star. Okay, maybe this wasn’t the most romantic setting, but it was all the privacy they were going to get short of getting a motel room, which they weren’t about to do. Marshall was too horny to care. All he wanted was to wrap his lips around Lee
