Island of BL

Chapter 61: Captain, White

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of chapter 11 and 29

Captain's POV

Every night since that night that White and I had that 'intimate' episode in my cabin, I lost all contact with him except for brief exchanges and meaningful looks whenever I went to the dining hall for meals and he was there behind the glass counters.

In our intense excitement at engaging in intimate contact with each other's body and providing heavenly pleasures to each other, we had totally forgotten to exchange numbers.

And now no matter how much I wanted to exchange numbers with him, it was impossible for us to do so under the watchful eyes of the dietary supervisor who was always present in the dining halls during meals.

I always went to hang out in the open deck after dinner, and late into the night, with the hope that he would go there for a stroll after work. No such luck took place though.

After this evening's dinner of the Three Course Vegetarian Thai Dinner, as usual I walked out into the open deck and leisurely strolled up and down, plugging my earpieces into my ears and listening to some melancholy music. Yes, I'm a masochist in that way.

After I finished a whole playlist which consisted of nine songs which lasted about half an hour, I grew tired of my pacing and decided to go and sit on one of the benches lining the wall of the deck.

I just sat there, well, more of slouched there, with my eyes closed but opening them from time to time whenever I heard noises or footsteps of other passengers coming to do their own thing on the open deck.

I don't know how long I had stayed in that position on the bench but when I opened my eyes once more, I noticed that, except for a pair whose forms I could barely make out on the far end of the dimly lit area of the other side of the deck, I was alone.

I slid out my phone from my pocket and looked at the time.

It was half past nine. Damn I had spent a good two and a half hours in the deck waiting for someone who might never come.

Who was I kidding. I had become one of those casual sex encounter victims. Shame on me for being so naive and gullible enough to believe that he was going to be serious about me.

No wonder he had warned me to let what happened between us stay within the four walls of my cabin and I remember telling him that my lips were sealed but that it didn't mean that I was going to forget.

I stood from the bench and walked towards the railing and rested my arms on it.

I sighed a deep sigh as I took in the cool sea air into my lungs.

I don't know how long I had stood against the railing, just looking at the dark ocean, listening to the waves lapping rhythmically against the side of the ship.

After some more time passed, I heard some footsteps behind me and noticed that the pair who had been sitting on a bench in the dim area of the open deck had stood up to leave. 

I was now all alone.

I felt a tear fall from the corner of my eye and trickle down the side of my cheek. Damn, I wasn't really one for self-pity so I couldn't understand why this was happening to me.

Suddenly I heard loud voices as the door to the open deck burst wide open and to my great astonishment, I saw White being dragged into the open deck by a man still in a cook's white uniform. The man was just about White's height but was more heavily built.