“I have plans for you,” Noah told him. He tugged Benji up, and Benji let himself be turned around to see Noah with the cloth that had come with the champagne bucket, wiping Benji down.
“Plans?” Benji said hopefully.
Noah hummed. He swiped the cloth over Benji’s sweaty forehead, then pressed a kiss there, so soft that Benji melted against him.
“I’ll tell you later,” Noah promised.
CHAPTER 9
The resort was beautiful.
Glittering seas. Golden beaches. Not too crowded, since it was winter and this was one of Bali's more exclusive resorts.
But Noah had seen his share of beauty. It was nothing compared to watching Benji stare out the open windows in wonder, his smile so bright it put the glowing afternoon sun to shame.
“It’s so warm,” Max cried as he ran around the room. “Does it ever snow in Bali?”
“No,” Benji scoffed. Then he looked over at Noah with the expression of a man who just said something confidently without looking it up first.
“It doesn’t snow,” Noah told him. “We’re too close to the equator.”
He undid the top button of his shirt, his collar swaying in the breeze. The windows were open, as he requested. Warm air streamed in, carrying hints of the ocean.
Benji’s gaze lingered on his open collar. He looked dazed. He’d never been jet-lagged before, and Noah had caught him watching movies with Max when everyone else was sleeping.
Max ran out onto the balcony and gasped. “Wow! Does my room have a view like this?”
“It does,” Noah told him. “I also got them to borrow a robot butler from a nearby resort. If you want room service, you just press the buttons on its display.”
But Max was already screeching and running in the direction of his rooms, dragging Daphne with him. Their excited yells faded quickly. Noah and Benji’s rooms were technically connected with theirs, but there were so many living rooms and kitchens and spas in between that they wouldn’t be able to hear—for instance—Benji screaming in pleasure while Noah took him apart.
Benji laughed and dropped his head onto Noah’s shoulder. “You seriously got him a robot butler?”
“It’s not really a butler. But it’s got a British accent, and you can get it to order room service or call maids to come and clean the room.” Noah dropped their bags next to the bed, making a mental note to bring Max’s bags to his rooms later.
Benji lifted his head wearily from Noah’s shoulder and stared out the open windows. The beach glittered in front of them, washed with afternoon light.
“It’s beautiful,” he said. “I didn’t know water could be that color. It almost looks fake.”
Noah tucked a messy strand of hair behind his ear. “Get used to it. We’re here for a whole week.”
And he had more for Benji to see than that beach, but Benji didn’t need to know that yet. He had something lined up after dinner—if Benji could stay awake that long.
He touched Benji’s cheek. “You hungry?”
“Oh, shit. Yeah.” Benji’s brows shot up, like he hadn’t considered it with everything else going on. “What do you think? Room service robot?”
“I actually had something planned.” Noah rubbed Benji’s stubble, watching Benji flush under his touch. “But it does require some energy. I can delay it until tomorrow if you want to sleep.”
“What? I’m—” Benji cut off in a yawn. “Fuck. I’m fine, ignore that. What do you have planned?”
Noah ran a hand down Benji’s back until he was hovering over Benji’s ass. “Are you still wearing the plug?”
Benji nodded. His pupils were already swelling, his cock hardening in his jeans.
Noah jerked his head toward the doors. “Lock the doors and then bend over the bed.”
Benji rushed to comply. He didn’t even give a smartass answer, though he did smirk to himself as he came back and bent over the bed, hands braced against the mattress.
