Happy World (9 page)

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Kyle protested, making Rory chuckle.

“I bet you’d surprise yourself with all the things you think you ‘couldn’t’ do, but actually could.” Rory reached out with his grabby claw and untied Kyle’s shoelace yet again. He made a practice of doing it at least once each shift, just to hear Kyle sigh in annoyance and bend over to retie it. He had a nice, tight little ass.

True to form, Kyle pulled a scowl and put his foot up on the nearest bench to tie his lace. Rory had a full six seconds to admire Kyle’s butt before Kyle said firmly, “Okay. It’s our last training shift, and our first night one.”

“I know.” Rory raised his brows and smiled. “Nighttime’s cool. For one thing, the Park sells those light-up glowy things.” He knew they were kids’ toys, but he kind of liked the glowing sabers, swords, necklaces, and spinning toys. It’d be fun to smoke a joint or something and wear one to a party.

“Nighttime is different,” Kyle instructed. “We have to be more vigilant. It’s really easy to miss trash that the guests drop.”

Rory followed him down the cool hallway along the green line on the wall. Kyle was sounding exactly like his old self, pre-yesterday, and that just wouldn’t do. Just before they reached one of the doors leading on stage, there was a small alcove in the wall. Rory slid into it and reached out a hand. He managed to grab the waistband of Kyle’s costume and yank him into the little space.

“Urk!” Kyle protested, but Rory silenced him by bringing his mouth down hard on Kyle’s.

“When you use words like ‘vigilant’,” Rory whispered against Kyle’s mouth, “it turns me on. Just so you know.” He kissed Kyle again, darting his tongue out very quickly to taste Kyle’s lips.

It couldn’t have been more than a few moments, but as soon as Rory felt Kyle begin to kiss him back, he gently pushed Kyle away and stepped back into the hallway. He wiped his mouth, straightened his shirt, and adjusted his cock inside his pants. Then he smiled. “Ready? Let’s do this.” He pushed open the stage door and walked out into the bright Florida afternoon.

Rory could hear Kyle behind him. “You can’t do that,” Kyle protested in a loud whisper. Rory knew without looking that Kyle was staring around frantically, wondering if anyone had seen.

He threw a glance over his shoulder. “Yes, I can. You liked it. And every time you use fancy vocabulary, I’ll do it again. Where are we starting?”

“Uh.” Kyle moved up next to him and Rory was pleased to note that he looked flustered. Good. Flustered Kyle was cute. “On Shell Island. We need to catch a raft.”

“A raft? You’re kidding me. There’s no underground tunnel?” Rory was genuinely surprised by this. Happy World had so many secret tunnels leading from place to place that it resembled a giant ant hill underground.

“No tunnel. We take a raft over, just like the guests do.”

Shell Island was just what it sounded like: a small island in the center of the Park, located directly in the middle of the Country Lakes. Guests were transported back and forth from the island on motorized “rafts”, which were actually sturdy square boats, able to carry about fifty people at a time. The island had a beach theme going for it with soft white sand and lots of tunnels and bridges for the kids to play on. Rory thought it was pretty ideal for adults, too, since there was no way off the island except for the rafts, so the parents could relax on a bench and let the kids wander.

“Okay.” Rory shrugged. “Then I guess we hail a raft.”

Luckily, they didn’t have to stand in line with guests, at least. The ride attendant nodded at them and unhooked the rope so they could board immediately. Four minutes later, they were disembarking on the island. Kids were swarming everywhere, but it was still less crowded than the mainland.

“We’ll start on the other side and work our way around slowly,” Kyle explained. “We’ve got to spend at least two hours on the island.”

“Fine by me,” Rory acknowledged. “It’s quiet over here.”

And it was. In relation to the rest of the Park, anyway. Shell Island wasn’t a huge crowd draw, being as there were no rides or food stands. It was basically a big playground and that was about it.

They strolled around the island using the dirt trail, pausing now and then to sweep up any debris they found. Rory discovered quickly that the island was fairly clean, due to the lack of food being sold. The occasional plastic water or soda bottle littered the ground, but that was the most trash they found.

When they reached the opposite side, Kyle looked at the large cave that had a sign proclaiming “Coral Grotto” on top. “I guess we’ll do gum scraping,” he sighed, sounding less than thrilled.

“Gum scraping.” Rory looked at him askance.

Without a word, Kyle produced a flat scraping tool from one of the hooks on his costume’s belt. He held it up so Rory could see it, then proceeded inside Coral Grotto. Rory followed him in, letting his eyes adjust to the dimness. Kyle had stopped at the first low overhang and was working the tool against a nice purple wad of gum that someone had left on the cave wall.

“Nice,” Rory muttered, unhooking his own scraper. “Real nice. Twenty thousand fucking trash cans in this Park and people can’t find one for their gum.” He worked at the next wad of sticky stuff on the wall, this one a bright lime green.

Kyle gave a low chuckle and kept scraping. “I thought about writing a book, once. About all the different kinds of gum I’ve scraped off the walls here.”

A group of small children squeezed by them in the tight quarters, laughing and shrieking. The confines of the cave made their screams echo off the walls and Rory winced. “Oh, sure,” he replied to Kyle. “Fascinating. It would have been a best seller.”

They kept at it in silence for a while until the cave walls were fairly clean. Rory felt the overwhelming need to wash his hands after touching all the chewed gum.

“Where’s the nearest restroom?” He held up his hands and made a face.

Kyle mimicked Rory’s expression and nodded. “There’s one just past the Seaweed Suspension Bridge. I wish they’d give us gloves, you know?” He led the way out of the grotto and Rory followed.

“You should put it in the suggestion box.” There actually was a suggestion box near the time clocks, but Rory had a feeling it was more symbolic than anything. At least, he’d never witnessed anyone putting something in there. They’d probably get written up if they did.

“I did,” Kyle admitted, sounding a bit sheepish. “Twice.”

Rory laughed. “Congratulations, you’re probably one of the only people who’s ever dropped something in that box.”

Instead of giving Rory his usual hurt look, Kyle flushed a little pink and grinned. “Maybe. But that’s not going to stop me from suggesting things that I think could be improved around here.”

Luckily, they arrived at the restroom and Kyle was spared from hearing everything Rory wanted to tell him about exactly what Happy World needed in the improvement department. They washed up quickly and did a fast restroom check, changing out paper towels and emptying the half-full trash can.

“Where do we get the restock?” Rory indicated the supply cabinet that they’d just emptied of paper towels.

“Supply closet around the corner. I’ll show you.” Kyle relocked the cabinet and left the bathroom, veering to the right and stopping in front of a door that was cleverly concealed within the rock wall. A few barnacles and shells were stuck to the outside.

The door opened to reveal a much bigger space than Rory had anticipated. It wasn’t so much a closet-sized area as it was a small room that was bigger than his dorm at college had been.

“Jeeze,” he said in surprise, pushing his way in behind Kyle. “This isn’t a closet, this is an apartment.”

Kyle rummaged around on some shelves for the paper towels. “Yeah, I think initially it was supposed to be part of Shell Grotto.” He knocked on the wall next to the shelving. “One of the Grotto’s exits is just about here. Then they realized that there wasn’t any adequate storage on the whole island, so they closed this part off and nailed up some shelves.”

“Wow. I could move in here. They’d never know. I bet a cot would fit in here.” Rory kicked the door shut behind him and cruised around the ample space.

Arms loaded with paper towels, Kyle made an impatient noise. “Hey. Open that door, let’s go. We need to go down and rake the sand at Barnacle Beach.”

Rory ambled back over to where Kyle was standing. “As fun as that sounds,” he smirked, “I can think of something else I’d rather do.” He reached out and knocked the paper towel packets to the floor.

Kyle looked down at them and frowned. “What’d you do that for? Come on, help me pick them up.” He made as if to crouch down and gather the brown packages again, but Rory was quicker. With one swift move, he crowded into Kyle’s space and spun him so his back connected with the stone wall between the two rows of shelving. “Rory, hey!”

Kyle looked at Rory bemusedly and Rory had to roll his eyes. For all his hotness, sometimes the guy was slow.

“I said--” he raised an eyebrow and talked slowly “--I can think of something else I’d rather do.” To illustrate his point, Rory reached out and cupped Kyle’s dick through his white pants.

A slight breath caught in his throat and Kyle’s chocolate-brown eyes widened. “Oh,” he murmured. “Right. Something else.”

When there was no protest, no recitation of the rules, no lecture about how they were on the clock and this was definitely not in Happy World’s Style Guide, Rory counted it as a win. “Don’t worry,” he told Kyle seriously. “You’ll like it better than raking the sand.”

Before Kyle could come to his senses and remember that they were on the job, Rory slid down Kyle’s body and dropped to his knees. He made fast work of the white belt that was part of the costume and unzipped Kyle’s fly. Rory was rewarded immediately with a quickly-hardening cock pushing forward into his hand.

“Nice,” Rory grinned, his mouth already watering for it. And it was nice, he realized, since this was the first time he’d actually seen it. Warm and velvety-soft beneath his fingers, Kyle’s prick was just the right size and thickness. God, Rory was dying to taste it.

“Rory,” Kyle whispered, but that was all.

Rory looked up to see Kyle nibbling on his lower lip and desire on his face. “Let me,” Rory said gently. “I want you.” He leaned forward just a bit and licked at the tip of Kyle’s cock.

He was rewarded with a soft moan. “Yes,” Kyle allowed, voice husky. “More.”

Of course Rory couldn’t ignore that plea, so he did it again, this time closing his mouth over the head and sucking a bit. God, Kyle tasted good. Sharp and sweet. He went down farther and made his mouth as soft and wet as he could in order to take in more.

He spent some time rubbing his tongue over as much skin as he could, listening to the noises of pleasure Kyle was making and enjoying the little leaps and twitches Kyle’s dick was making inside his mouth. Then Rory increased the pressure just a bit, using soft and sweet suction and staying gentle so he didn’t spook Kyle into remembering where they were.

Rory felt Kyle’s hands slide into his hair and tangle there, his fingers grasping and tugging. A quiet repetition of “yes, yes, yes” was being whispered softly in the room. The words went straight to Rory’s cock, causing it to push painfully against his costume pants. There sure wasn’t much room for growth in these things.

When Kyle’s hips moved a little, pushing in just a bit farther, Rory encouraged it. He’d already discovered that Kyle had a very responsive side to his personality, and frankly, Rory wanted to experience more of it. A hand splayed on Kyle’s ass was all the coaxing he needed to push in a little farther.

“Rory,” Kyle murmured. Rory looked up to see Kyle’s head thrown back against the wall, eyes shut tight. God, so hot.

Rory hummed in answer and Kyle cried out unexpectedly. Rory felt a gentle throbbing along the cock in his mouth and then Kyle was shooting, warm spurts that tasted like the bitter sweetness of very dark chocolate. Rory swallowed it greedily and caught a single drip before it could slide down his bottom lip.

When Kyle’s knees buckled and he slid to floor, wide-eyed, Rory would have chuckled at Kyle’s stunned expression if it wasn’t for the way his own prick was pressing painfully against his zipper.

“Um,” Rory said, fumbling at his fly. “I need… can you…” His sentence couldn’t find a reasonable finishing point. All that mattered was feeling relief.

Kyle blinked slowly. “Can I what? Oh!” Realization dawned and he rose to his knees. “Here. Here, I got it. Wow, sorry.” With fingers that shook only slightly, Kyle undid Rory’s zipper and reached in for his dick.

The warm hand around Rory’s cock seemed surprisingly talented for this type of thing. Rory made a mental note to ask Kyle just how many guys he’d jacked off, but then in the next moment it didn’t even matter. It just felt so fucking good to have a tight fist tugging and pulling at him.

And then he was coming, gasping and shaking and surprising both of them with the suddenness, and it just felt way too nice for Rory to be embarrassed by how long he didn’t last. His spunk coated Kyle’s fingers and dripped between them onto the cement floor.

“Uh,” Rory finally managed. He was already sitting back on his heels, but even that felt like a lot of effort. He sort of melted to the floor and lay on his back, not caring what kind of dirt got on his costume. That was what Wardrobe was for. “Holy cats. That was great.” He started laughing with sheer delight, and after a minute, Kyle joined in.

“I can’t believe I let you do that in here,” Kyle giggled, not really sounding as if he regretted it. “Do you know what kind of trouble we could get in?”

“I couldn’t give less of a shit,” Rory announced, and they both dissolved into laughter again.

“Come on,” Kyle finally said, getting up from the floor and tearing open one of the paper towel packages. “We’ve been in here almost half an hour. If second shift comes over and can’t find us, we’re in big trouble.” He tossed Rory a few paper towels and crouched down to help Rory clean up a bit.

“Sometimes trouble is worth it.” Rory let Kyle wipe him up while he looked at the stone ceiling of the storage room and grinned to himself.