One Year

December III

Justin gazed anxiously around the lobby of the hotel and couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped when he realized there were no nudists at this one. He had almost called the whole thing off when he realized what hotel Brian was originally going to take him too! But Brian swore he hadn’t known and immediately inquired about other accommodations in the area. Justin believed him and agreed to try another place. This building was a high rise and had the view, but not the immediate access. Brian seemed irritable enough so Justin didn’t press the matter and they agreed to stay.

They rode up to their room in silence and Justin followed the other man, steeling himself for what was to come as they entered the room.

 

***
 

Jesus Christ, Brian couldn’t believe that asshole had sent him to a nudist resort. Okay, yes he could, the stalker-CEO was probably hoping he could wrap up whatever business he had at home and join Brian later. No wonder he’d been so quick to make the suggestion when Brian had asked if he knew of any good hotels in the area. Served him right to find himself jerking off alone later then when he realized Brian hadn’t kept the reservation.

Thank god, Justin believed him when he told the younger man the mistake hadn’t been intentional. Of course, he planned to be nude very soon, but not with every other perv lusting after his… companion.

He watched Justin warily take in the room and hoped it was to his liking. Brian wondered if he was disappointed that they weren’t as close to the beach now, but he personally didn’t care because he was there to fuck, not take moonlight strolls on the sand. He hoped the terrace overlooking the beach would be enough. It certainly would be for him. As he watched Justin step out and survey his surroundings, cautiously leaning over the edge to look below, Brian envisioned the younger man with his shorts around his ankles and Brian’s cock in his ass. Justin could stare at the beach all he wanted then—if he could still see straight.

Yes, this room would be just fine.

 

***
 

"Enjoying the view?" Brian asked, and Justin jumped, startled from his thoughts. He was once again wondering what the fuck he was doing in a hotel with this relative stranger, but as was rapidly becoming the custom in Brian’s presence, his mind shut down and his dick took over when he turned to face the other man.

He sucked in a breath as the tan expanse of hard abs and pecs were revealed when Brian removed his shirt and dropped it on a lounge chair. Brian had a light dusting of dark hair leading from his navel to the button of his shorts and Justin’s mouth went dry as he imagined swirling his tongue through the little tufts as he followed the trail until...

Suddenly, he was enveloped in strong arms and Brian’s lips were crushing his. He gasped to breathe and the older man’s tongue slid inside, pillaging his mouth.

 

***
 

Brian deftly maneuvered them back into the room toward the bed. Yes, he planned to fuck on the terrace, but the sudden pink hue developing on the boy’s pale skin after only a few minutes of exposure made him realize that would have to wait until after sundown. Otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t be getting a repeat performance if the kid were blistered from the sun.

However, his plans were derailed again when Justin’s legs bumped the mattress and the man bolted from his arms. Brian managed to hang onto him, but he loosened his grip enough so Justin didn’t feel trapped.

"Justin?"

The other man was breathing heavily, his lips a little swollen from the rough kissing, as he blinked a few times. Brian thought it was as if he were trying to convince himself this was real. The older man was used to that reaction, but in this case, he knew Justin was thinking about something, or rather someone, else.

"I just…" Justin’s brows drew together, "I didn’t think I’d ever be with anyone else," he explained softly, kind of turning away shyly.

"You always should’ve been with someone else," Brian replied irritably. He wasn’t a big believer—okay, that was an understatement—in getting involved with his tricks, but from just what he knew so far, Justin was a hundred times better off without the fiddle fuck. Just having his tongue in Justin’s mouth made him way hotter than having his dick in Ethan’s. He told himself that was what was bothering him about his latest conquest—Justin’s wasted potential as a phenomenal fuck. Period.

"You mean someone like you?" Justin asked, eyes widening.

Brian snorted. "I mean you deserve better than that prick, or me for that matter," he added honestly, knowing Justin would understand what he meant. "But since we’re both here, what do you say we just enjoy what we can do for each other now. Some no-strings, hot fucking will definitely improve your outlook."

Justin slowly nodded. "I want to, I just…can we have a drink first? We have all day. Maybe we could sit outside for a bit?" he asked, looking longingly out at the beach. "I’d love to sketch that view," he muttered under his breath.

Brian stifled a sigh. Hell, what was another hour or so? He just needed to get the other man past his reservations. Jesus, that kid had better be willing to put out ten-fold when they finally got going because he owed Brian for this shit.

"Sure," he agreed. "How about some lunch? I can order a couple sandwiches and we can eat outside."

Justin smiled. "That would be great," he replied as he stepped back out onto the terrace.

Brian watched him settle onto a lounge chair and mentally noted to grab his tanning oil after he ordered some food.

 

***
 

Justin wondered what was taking Brian so long, but when he peeked inside, the older man as finally hanging up. "Everything alright?" he asked.

Brian nodded, rummaging around in his bag. He stepped out into sun and quickly dropped his shorts.

Justin averted his eyes before he was caught staring. Although it was hardly his fault, the man’s cock was just inches from his face! "W-what are you doing?" he asked as Brian straddled his chair and leaned over his head. He barely registered the shade from the large umbrella that suddenly covered him before Brian dropped into the chair beside him.

"I don’t want you turning extra crispy." He reached over squeezed Justin’s pale thigh. "I like white meat."

Justin watched him squeeze a generous amount of oil into his palms and begin applying it to his chest and arms. "Can’t I use some of that? I want to lay in the sun too," he replied petulantly. Some fucking vacation if he didn’t even get a tan!

Brian raised an eyebrow and poked his shoulder.

"Ow!" Justin grimaced as he looked at his already burnt skin.

"I think you’re done," Brian smirked. "I called down for some aloe vera so you’ll be fine tomorrow, and I got some sunblock so you don’t burn while we’re out swimming."

Justin was about to object to Brian treating him like a child when he suddenly realized the man had admitted to wanting to stay another day. Instead, he simply said, "Thanks."

Brian nodded and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. Justin again wished he hadn’t had to leave his sketchbooks on the boat. Luckily, they were new and empty since he’d been too sick to draw anything, but he definitely felt up to it now, and he had the most amazing inspiration. He let his eyes travel over the other man’s well-defined physique, glistening from the oil and light sheen of sweat.

His thoughts were interrupted by abrupt peals of laughter. His eyes darted around, suddenly remembering Brian was nude. He was about to say something, but then realized the terrace was totally enclosed from the neighboring rooms and if Brian was comfortable, he wasn’t going to discourage him. He wanted as much time as possible to commit this scene to memory so he could sketch it when he did get paper. Actually, if it was going to be a while…

"Brian?"

"Huh?"

"How long until the food gets here?"

The older man shrugged slightly. "When it gets here."

"Then do you think I have time to rundown to the gift shop?"

Brian shielded his face and cracked one eye open. "Want to send a postcard to hubby already?"

Justin scowled at him. "No."

"Then sit tight. It’ll be here soon."

Justin was about to just go anyway when the bottle of oil landed in his lap. Brian rolled onto his stomach and set his head on his crossed arms. "Do you mind?" he asked, giving a little nod towards his back.

Justin shook his head mutely. God, not at all. He poured some into his hands, inhaling the subtle coconut scent as he rubbed them together and began spreading over the man’s neck and shoulders.

Brian groaned softly and Justin rubbed over the taunt muscle again, digging his fingers in a little deeper. The older man groaned again and Justin’s cock twitched in his shorts as he curiously set about seeing what other noises the man would make.

Yes, his dick had completely overrun his brain again, and for the first time since he could remember, he didn’t care.

 

***
 

Justin’s fingers efficiently worked out the numerous knots in his back and Brian couldn’t help moaning his appreciation. The bed on the boat had been for shit. But then, as if the impromptu massage hadn’t been enough, Brian felt the other man’s slick hands gliding over his ass as Justin moved over and straddled him.

Justin used his palms to oil the globes in large swirls, each pass widening the circle until his thumbs grazed along the crack. But then they made alternate swipes, from the top to the bottom of the crevice, each time the digit pressing in further. Justin firmly worked the muscle along the crack, never once touching Brian’s hole, frustrating the older man more than he’d ever admit.

After half a dozen passes, Justin moved on, inching lower as he started to work on Brian’s legs.

But Brian had had enough.

 

***
 

Justin let out a startled whoop and struggled to keep from being dumped on the ground as Brian surged up and rolled over. Brian helped keep the younger man steady by holding his hips, and pulling him down on his chest. Before Justin could catch another breath, Brian was kissing him again.

Justin felt a tingle begin in his gut and spread to his limbs as their slick, heated skin rubbed together. Brian added to the sensations with his roaming hands as they slid under his shorts and pushed them down, cupping his ass. He was assaulted from every angle as he felt Brian’s cock jabbing into his cloth-covered groin, his tongue dueling roughly with his own, and his fingers plying his cheeks apart.

"Brian…" Justin moaned, trying to feel more of everything at once.

He then heard a discreet cough as the waiter stepped onto the terrace and Justin groaned crossly as they were again interrupted.

 

***
 

Brian pulled Justin’s shorts back up and held the squirming blond against him as the waiter left the tray on the table. "Just relax," he chuckled. "I told him to let himself in."

He ignored the daggers Justin shot at him and reached for his shorts to tip the other man.

When the waiter, left, Justin jumped up, glaring. "Brian!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, it wasn’t like we heard him knock, now was it?"

Justin just cut him with another angry look before turning to the tray. He reached for a drink as he saw the rest of the items that had been delivered. Aloe vera, sunblock, p—

No fucking way!

 

***
 

Brian didn’t move fast enough to block Justin from the table and he grimaced as Justin picked up the pad of paper and box of pencils he’d asked the concierge to find.

Justin turned to him, his face illuminated in a smile that rivaled the bright sun reflecting off the water. He looked back down, studying the supplies, then out at his intended seascape.

Great. Brian growled under his breath in frustration and stalked into the room. He didn’t know what the fuck he’d been thinking when he ordered that shit, it’s not like it was his job to support the kid’s crayola habit like some lovesick—Jesus Christ. And clearly, it wasn’t getting him laid anytime soon because Justin was still planning his great masterpiece so what the fu—

Brian landed with a ‘whoof’ as Justin tackled him to the bed.



 

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