by T L Bradford
“Fiji? Are you fucking kidding me!?!” His eyes nearly bug out of his head.
“Nope.”
“But these are for this weekend?”
“Yep, that’s why I was able to get a great last-minute package deal. Happy Birthday, Josh.”
“You can’t be serious!?!” He sounds like he’s almost ready to break down in tears. This is too many feelings for me. He jumps up from the couch and throws his arms around my neck and gives me a huge hug. “No one has ever done something like this for me before.” He continues to almost strangle me where I can barely breathe.
“Okay, I get it, you’re grateful, but you have to let me breathe!”
“Sorry, sorry.” He finally loosens his grip. “I’m just so excited! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He pulls me in close and kisses me silly.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“You have no idea! I’ve always wanted to go to Fiji! How did you know?”
“Chloe was a great resource, so I have to give her some credit.”
“Oh my god, there is so much to do. We have to leave in three days! Frick, where’s my passport!”
“Don’t worry; I’ve got your passport and everything else covered. All you need to do is bring your toothbrush and pack your bag.” The adoring look he gives me is almost enough to break my heart.
“You think of everything. God, I’m so lucky to have you.” He pulls me in again for a passionate kiss. “Now, let me show you just how thankful I can be.” And with a wicked wink, he takes off running to our bedroom. Never one to lose a challenge, I run after him.
I look over to the armrest and see Josh’s hand discreetly covering mine as we make our descent onto the island. We’ve had serious turbulence for the last hour, and I’m on edge. Josh continues to check on me to make sure I’m okay. I wish I’d gotten a drink before we started to land on this godforsaken flight because now the flight attendants cannot take the carts down the aisles.
“One, two, three, four, five, six.” I count off to myself, then we hit another air pocket hard, and items come flying out one of the compartments. Someone screams and I about shit my pants. I have his hand in a death grip and see his face pale this time.
When we land, I drop to my knees and kiss the ground. “I’m sorry, but we can never leave here again. There is no way on earth I’m getting on another plane after that clusterfuck.”
“After seeing how beautiful this place is, that might not be such a bad idea!” Although I had my eyes closed for much of the landing, the few times I peeked, I saw bright blue water and lush green trees all within a gigantic coral reef. Talk about a secluded paradise!
The idea for this trip was for Josh and me to be able to date freely as a couple out in the open. This is important to him, and I want to make sure he’s happy and comfortable in our relationship. I’m still getting used to Josh being my actual boyfriend, and up until now, we have been relegated to dark corners at restaurants or staying close to home if we want to be together. This time I want to take him out and show him off to the world as my man.
Josh looks fantastic in beige board shorts and a light blue sleeveless top. He’d gotten a short haircut yesterday for the trip, so his locks are back to his normal dark blond tresses instead of the honey blond of the last few months. He is grinning from ear to ear as he takes our bags off of the carousel.
We rent a Jeep Wrangler (of course), to take us to our destination, which is an isolated beach cabin right on the ocean. Unlike Kauai, we are not in a fancy resort. I wanted this vacation to be only about Josh and me. No Internet. No TV. Nothing, just the sun, and the beach. Most of all, I want no one around to hear when Josh screams and moans when I make love to him.
The cabin from the outside is simple, two rooms with a thatched roof, lots of windows and a front patio with two chairs. The inside is amazing. The most striking feature as you walk in is the vaulted ceiling. It is white with crisscrossing wood beams. The windows have no glass; they have the same dark wood color panel shutters.
In the center of the room is an enormous bed with a fluffy white comforter. At the foot of the bed is a sage colored blanket with a handful of tropical flowers neatly tossed about. A small work desk sits to the left of the bed against the wall. On top of it are a welcome letter and a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne. To the right are a small kitchenette and mini-fridge. On the countertop sits a basket full of exotic fruits.
To the side of the cabin is another patio where a white hammock swings between two large palm trees. There is also a free-standing shower as well as a hot tub which is already purring and bubbling.
The view from the front patio is spectacular. A boarded walkway extends all the way from the front patio out into the ocean. The sand is nearly white and feels like powdered sugar running between our toes. The waters are crystal clear blue where we can see to the bottom of the reef. I could not have dreamed of anywhere more perfect.
Josh turns to me unable to speak and puts his arms around my waist. He then buries his head in my chest. I hug him closely and place my nose into his hair to smell his goodness. I tilt his head up to mine and kiss him affectionately on the mouth.
“If I forget to tell you later. I had a great time,” he says.
“Josh…you totally stole that line from Pretty Woman.”
“Don’t judge me, Noah.”
“I won’t, babe.”
We only have a few days here before we have to go back to LA but seeing this place has made it worth the while. The first thing we do is take a shower. It was a long-ass flight, and we feel wretched. We did not get in until late afternoon, so we decide to kick back and relax. The bed is so inviting we crash out and sleep for a solid 3-4 hours before hunger wakes us up.
We dress and take the car into a nearby resort area that looks happening. When we climb out of the Jeep, I walk over to Josh’s side and grab his hand as we walk into the restaurant. He beams as this is the first time I’ve held his hand in public.
We are greeted by friendly waitstaff and shown our table. I requested one outside with a view of the ocean. We sit in rattan chairs and order fruity rum drinks. I get a Mai Thai while Josh orders a Bahama Mama. The drinks are strong and so good. Local musicians play native Fijian music in the background.
I take his hand again from across the table as we listen to the band play. I rub my thumb delicately over the smooth skin of his knuckles and love seeing his reaction as he pretends he doesn’t notice. I never take my eyes off him the entire time. Our server, Jana, comes by the table and asks what we would like to order. I opt for the cress salad with grilled prawns. Josh orders a Niçoise salad.
Jana makes conversation with us, asking how we are enjoying the island so far.
“It’s been incredible; we just got in today. We only have a few days so we would be up for any suggestions you have for first timers.” I say.
“Great, there are tons of things to do on the island!” Jana says. She lists off a few that sound interesting. Josh googles them on his phone, and we have a plan set for our excursions this week.
“Where are you guys traveling in from?”
“LA, we’re here on a quick getaway,” I say.
“I don’t think you could have picked a better place.”
“Thanks for the suggestions, by the way, I’m Noah, and this is my boyfriend, Josh.”
“Nice to meet you both, I hope you guys come back to visit us before you leave,” she says without batting an eye.
“We definitely will.”
When she walks away, Josh gives me a raised eyebrow. “What?” I say.
“This is my boyfriend Josh,” he repeats.
“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” I challenge him.
“No, not at all.” His skin starts to flush, and he has to look away from me. Oh, my goodness he’s getting bashful. This is indeed another side to Josh I have yet to experience.
“For once the man is speechless,” I tease him.
I can tell he is relieved when our food co
mes. I’ve been playing the fairly aggressive tormentor all evening to him, trying to keep him blushing. Dammit, he looks so cute it’s all I can do to keep from climbing over this table and taking his mouth right here.
I lay off of him, giving him a break while we eat. The food is excellent. We are having a great time, eating, drinking, and listening to music while the sun sets in the distance. When we finish and pay, we take a long stroll on the beach hand in hand. I know we look like a Harlequin Romance cliché but fuck it, we’re happy.
On the drive back to the cabin, we sneak little glances back and forth to each other. It’s dark out, and the moonlight streaming through the side window onto Josh’s face makes him appear to glow. Like the gentleman I am, I get out and open the door for him. Of course, he rolls his eyes like this is some cheesy rom-com, but I don’t care. All I want is to treat my boyfriend to the best time of his life.
Josh is still behaving slightly self-conscious, no doubt caught unawares by my lavishing attention. I want to loosen him up, so I open the bottle of champagne. I attach my iPhone to the Bluetooth stereo system and put on a playlist I prepared in advance for our trip. It has all of Josh’s favorite songs. I pour us two glasses and hand him one. We sip for a minute, then I take the glass from him and place it on the bedside table along with my own. I walk up to Josh and place my hands on his hips. I bring them to mine, letting him feel how much I truly want him.
He takes my head in his hands and kisses me deeply, confirming how much he wants me too. He runs his hand up the side of my head and lets his fingers fondle the waves in my hair. I grab his waist and tug on his belt buckle. My want is urgent, but I need to prepare him first. I slowly drag down his slacks, then cup his sack in my hands molding and squeezing him. I hear him moan deeply. He moves his crotch closer to mine, increasing the friction. I slide my hand down the front of his briefs and tease his balls. Josh begins breathing deeply and fluttering those thick eyelashes as he struggles to stay in control.
His lips part and he licks them slowly with his tongue, taking his time to dampen them thoroughly. I love watching him take his pleasure from what I do to him. His eyes close, and he tilts his head back, enjoying the feel of my palm on his sack. I slide my hand up out of his boxers, and I see the quick look of disappointment in his eyes. I then unbutton his dress shirt from the bottom up, revealing his sculpted torso. It always shocks me how perfect his body is, no matter how many times I have seen it.
I want to try something different with Josh tonight. I’m curious to see how far he is willing to go with our experimentation. He reaches across for me and undresses me as I did to him. We are embracing again, and I am leading him over toward the bed. I kneel first and place myself in the center of the downy white comforter. I reach out my hand to him and wait for him to take my palm. He takes my hand, and I direct him to straddle my body.
With him on top of me, I grab hold of his pretty cock and begin to jack him up and down slowly. I direct him to hover over me just enough to place the tip of his penis in my mouth. I suckle gingerly and swath my tongue around every ridge and vein. I bathe him with my mouth, keeping a steady rhythm that is meant to give him a taste of the rhythm that will follow later. I see him bite his bottom lip and dampen them again with his tongue. I feel his balls begin to clench up and move to de-escalate the issue. There is no way I want him to go off now. We have a lot more play for the night.
I sit up slightly and put my hands on his slim hips. Hoping he trusts me; I lift him and persuade him to ride me from the top this time. This way, he can be in control of the pressure he receives and gives him control of our playtime. I have topped Josh each time we have made love. It’s not that I don’t trust him with my body; I haven’t felt ready to give control over to another person like that. I feel I have spent so many years getting to this place where I am finally in control, that to relent is like a step backward. He has not mentioned the arrangement, but I know one day the question will come up. So far, he appears to be enjoying me inside of his body.
He wavers only a moment, then positions himself over me, ready to take what I have to give him. I grab the condom and lube up my dick; then before he lowers, I use my finger to massage his hole. He very slowly and carefully seats himself over me. Inch by inch, he lowers himself until he is fully seated on my pelvis. I adjust my hips to give him better leverage; then, I make small thrusts. Josh takes the cue and begins to raise and lower himself over my dick, using his legs as support. I use my hands to support him by holding his back and occasionally moving my hands down to cup his buttocks.
In a short time, Josh breaks out in a sweat. His facial features display all the need he is feeling. His eyes roll back in his head, and he mounts me like a cowgirl on a bull ride. I change my rhythm to follow him as he sets his own pace. He moves faster and faster. When I feel the time is right, I buck my hips up to hit his prostate head-on. “Fuck! Noah!” I pat myself on the back for knowing his body so well so soon. I’ve paid close attention to how much pressure and what position gets him off.
I grab his shaft with one hand and work it roughly while simultaneously clutching his buttocks. I feel his lower back spasm and know Josh is about to explode. I time it where we both go off in the same instance. Cum shoots from Josh’s dick and pools onto my chest. I let out a roar and have my release as well. Josh falls forward onto my chest in an exhausted heap, still sticky from his own release. I’m still hard and am reluctant to leave the heat of his body. Instead of pulling out, we lay connected like that falling asleep with Josh nestled on my chest.
When we wake up the next morning, we are still wrapped in each other’s arms. Since we are isolated here, we take our shower outside on the large back patio. Then, we throw on our swim trucks and run out into the ocean to swim and play in the surf.
When we come back to shore, we lie on our beach towels naked. I make no apologies for openly admiring Josh’s physique. I relish looking at his ripe delicious ass. It’s got just enough bubble without being a full out badonkadonk.
His head is turned away from me, but I hear him say, “Are you admiring my ass again?”
“Damn, straight!”
“Interesting choice of words, ain’t nothin’ straight about you, boy.”
I reach over and start tickling him. We roll over on the beach towels until I have him trapped beneath me. I kiss him ferociously. What started as a playful joke, becomes a passionate encounter on the beach. I roll Josh over and rub my hands all over his tight ass. Then, I smack his butt hard, seeing the mark first turn white, then red, leaving my palm print. That turns us both on more than I would have thought because Josh looks back at me over his shoulder and moves his ass closer to me, arching his back. I grab him roughly by the hips and get ready to enter him. Then I remember that I have no lube on me; it is back in the cabin.
“Josh, I have to get the lu—”
“Noah, just put it in.”
“I can’t babe. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please.”
Thinking fast, I improvise and spit on my palm using the moisture to ease Josh’s hole, then I do the same to my cock. In the next few seconds, I am ramming into him with wild abandon. He is squealing and moaning. I brace one hand on his back, and the other is up under his chest to keep him stable. His face contorts into expressions of pain and pleasure. I’m afraid I’ve gone too far and stop; only to hear him yell. “Don’t you dare stop on me now!” I pound into him hard again, and Josh lets out a growl. Mission accomplished.
Following Jana’s suggested places to visit, that afternoon we take off for Koroyanitu National Park and run off some sexual energy trail hiking.
The park is a hiker’s paradise. It has trails snaking through native Dakua forests and grasslands. We pass numerous archeological sites and come across countless waterfalls and swimming holes. We take in views all the way down into the Sabeto River Valley. There we see the Garden of the Sleeping Giant which contains over 2,000 varieties of rare orchids. This gets my heart ra
cing given my love of plants, flora and fauna. We top off our day by visiting the terraced gardens at Tunutunu and the Navuvatu village site.
We come back exhausted and ready for some downtime. To soothe our aching muscles, we take a dip in the hot tub. We are all hands and lips, kneading skin, and muscle. Josh is straddling my lap in the corner of the tub. We are the other’s drug, needing every touch and caress more than the last.
I think back to a year ago before I ever met Josh and how different my life is now. I was unknowingly living only half a life. Being with him opened my world and shown me new colors. I was scared of my feelings for him. Now I’m terrified of never having those feelings again.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are to me? They tell me a story every time I look at you,” I say to him.
“That’s funny; I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
“Liar.”
“Baby, I never lie to you.”
I smooth his hair back over his forehead. “I need you to know how important you are to me.” His pupils dilate on my words, so I know he’s in tune with me. “I never want to lose you. I can’t.”
“Do you know something I don’t? Because I’m not going anywhere. Wild horses couldn’t keep me from you.”
Getting serious for a minute, I pull back from him. His face passes concern. “What I mean is there’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Let’s be honest. People are going to find out about us, probably sooner rather than later. I think it may be a good idea for us to get some extra security around the house.”
“You make it sound like there will be a lynch mob waiting for us when we go back home.”
“No, this isn’t a joke. I could never live with myself if something ever happened to you because of me.”
“I told you before; I can take care of myself. I don’t need a bodyguard.”
“I’m not saying we’ll get you a full security detail, just install a better security system in the house and maybe have the studio beef up the security on set.” He rolls his eyes as if I’ve gone cuckoo bananas.
