“I’m sorry.” It’s such a soft offering—such a small sound. He’s nervous.
“Aw, baby. You nervous?” I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him toward me.
“Yes.” He’s shaking just a little—gripping the front of my hoodie when I press his face to my shoulder. He knows what’s coming.
“Remember—we’re in public.” Not that if anyone was truly listening to our conversation itself it wouldn’t have been weird enough to overhear.
“But… okay.” There’s no more resistance—he didn’t really have any to begin with.
I’m kissing his cheek—his ear—his neck. My hand stays on the back of his neck, and when I move to kiss the side of his head I bring my other hand down onto his ass. Hard enough to make him bite into my shoulder but not hard enough to give him what he wants.
“Good boy.” He makes no sound outside the heavy panting through the fabric of my clothes. “Are you done with your tantrum? Ready for coffee?”
“Yes.” The dark fabric of the sleep mask we’re using as a blindfold doesn’t change color withthe moisture from his tears—but a few manage to squeeze through to slide down his face. I lick them clean—kiss his mouth—rub his ass where I spanked him.
“Let’s go.”
Getting him onto the plane after that is pretty easy, although we do get weird stares and he has to get his passport stamped when we land, so we have to honor-system him not reading signs around him or looking too close into his passport before I confiscate it again. But the eighteen-hour flight to Nadi goes smoothly as he sleeps through most of it—and the hour-long domestic flight to Savusavu flies by.
After a ten-minute drive given by the hotel staff we’re here at the resort and Benjamin keeps his headphones and blindfold on while I check us in. I reserved us a private cliff-top villa, and after I check us in and give the bellboy our luggage, I grab Benjamin and pull him in that direction.
The villa is nestled on the top of a volcanic cliff; it has a private pool and most of the villa and all of the pool is surrounded by thick foliage to keep everything we do and most sound completely private. From the front of the villa, you can see the ocean we can walk down to which is crystal blue—so fucking beautiful. The bed is huge—the rooms are all open-concept and made of light wood and flowy white curtains.
I pull Benjamin into what would be considered the main part of the villa if there were walls to differentiate the rooms and face him toward the ocean. Slowly—I remove the headphones. We can hear the waves.
“Are we here?” Benjamin asks, his hands coming out to take hold of my forearms.
“We are.” He stands still for a moment.
“I hear… can I take it off?” He motions to the blindfold, and I pull it off gently—watching as his big hazel eyes open and close a billion times, adjusting to being put to use again. They finally settle and land on me. “Hi.” He’s blushing like we’ve never been alone together before.
“Hey.” I move out from in front of him and his eyes fall onto the ocean, the area of beachfront we have to ourselves. His eyes grow wide.
“Holy fuck.” I laugh—wrapping my arms around his waist from behind—breathing in the smell of his hair and running my hands over his hips, his stomach. “It’s beautiful.”
“We’re on a volcanic cliff. We also have a pool.” Benjamin turns in my arms to stare up at me.
“Awhat?” I’m grinning at him, letting him go so he can wander around the villa.
“Cool—right? Here in a bit, we’re going to go snorkeling. Tomorrow, we will go paddleboarding and etcetera. Then of course we have a few nice dinners set up and a couples massage tonight. Normal stuff.”
“Normal stuff?!” Benjamin’s standing in front of the pool—laughing but still managing to sound a bit startled at the same time. “This is… that’s a lot.”
“You don’t like it? I can cancel. I just know you like—”
“No!” He spins around to face me, eyes wide as a hand flies up to give me the stop signal. “I love all of those things. I love the water and I’ve never even been to the ocean. I just…” He turns back to the pool—stares down into it. “This is a lot bigger of a deal than you’re making it out to be.”
I watch him for a moment—try to figure out what’s going through his mind—how to handle this.
“Would you like me to make it a big deal?” Benjamin looks at me over his shoulder, smiles softly.
“Swim with me, Aaron.” Then he’s pulling his clothes off and I can’t deny him.
The water is just the right temperature and it’s just deep enough to reach Benjamin’s shoulders at its center and about eight feet at its deepest. Benjamin stands in the center—completely naked—moving the water between his fingers as he watches me descend the steps into the pool to meet him.
I reach him—letting a hand run gently down his side, enjoying the shudder he gives me, the heavy breathing. I do the same on his other side, watching his nipples as they get hard around the golden bars. He’s looking up at me with those parted lips, those thick lashes. He looks so good—so fucking beautiful.
“Button—” His brow furrows and I watch in real time as his dick begins to harden beneath the water. “You’re so pretty.” He reaches out—places his hands on my pecs where he lets them feel—wander—ignite.
