The outboard motor's drone sliced through their dreamless sleep like a dull knife. Alex blinked against the dawn glare, momentarily disoriented by the weight of Ethan's arm slung across his ribs and the gritty press of sand into his shoulder blades. The boat was closer now — close enough to hear the slap of waves against its hull and the tinny chatter of the resort staff.
Ethan stirred first, his bicep flexing under Alex's cheek as he lifted his head. "Rescue party," he muttered, voice thick with sleep. His thumb traced absent circles on Alex's hip where the waistband of his — thankfully returned — shorts had ridden low overnight.
The boat's engine cut abruptly, leaving only the slap of water against fiberglass and the cheerful Spanish of the resort staff. Alex squinted against the rising sun to see two young men in crisp polo shirts waving from the bow, their smiles bright against bronzed skin.
Ethan sat up slowly, sand cascading from his shoulders like a second skin. He scrubbed a hand over his face, then froze mid-motion as his gaze landed on Alex — really looked at him — in the harsh morning light. Something unreadable passed between them before he cleared his throat. "They'll want us to scram before the honeymooners start their fucking sunrise photos."
The boat nudged the shallows, its bow scraping sand. One of the resort staff hopped out with practiced ease, his white sneakers instantly darkening with seawater. "Señores!" His gaze flickered over their state — salt-crusted hair, sand in places sand shouldn't be — before settling politely on their faces. "Breakfast is served until ten."
Ethan stood first, offering Alex a hand up that lingered half a heartbeat too long. Their fingers caught the sunlight, still sticky from the night before. The staff pretended not to notice the shudder that ran through Alex's shoulders when Ethan's thumb brushed his pulse point.
The resort boat smelled like sunscreen and diesel. Alex sat stiffly on the vinyl bench, acutely aware of the way Ethan's thigh pressed against his — hot even through denim. The staff chattered in rapid Spanish about storm damage to the tiki bar while handing them towels that smelled aggressively of lavender. Ethan took his with a grunt, using it to scrub sand from his beard. Alex watched a single granule cling stubbornly to his lower lip.
"You're staring," Ethan muttered without looking up.
Alex blinked. "Sand." He reached out before thinking, brushing the speck from Ethan's mouth with his thumb. The engine roared to life beneath them, drowning whatever retort Ethan might've made, but the way his lips parted around Alex's touch said enough.
The boat carved through turquoise water, spray cooling their sunburned shoulders. Ethan leaned close, his breath hot against Alex's ear. "Check out of your room." Not a question. The vibration of his voice traveled straight to Alex's groin.
Alex watched a bead of sweat roll down Ethan's neck, catching in the salt-crusted hair at his collarbone. "Why?"
Ethan's fingers dug into the vinyl seat between them. "Because you're staying in mine tonight." The boat hit a wave, jostling them together. Alex's knee knocked against Ethan's thigh — an accidental touch that burned through denim. One of the resort staff glanced their way, then quickly busied himself with a cooler of bottled water.
Alex wiped salt from his eyelashes. "Is that an order?"
Ethan's chuckle vibrated through the bench. "I guess it is." His pinky hooked around Alex's where the towels hid their hands — a covert claim that sent heat licking up Alex's spine. The resort loomed ahead, its white stucco walls glowing in the morning light.
One of the staff offered them bottled water with a knowing smirk. Ethan twisted the cap off one-handed and pressed the chilled plastic into Alex's palm, condensation dripping over his fingers. Their eyes locked as Alex drank, watching Ethan's throat work when he followed suit.
The dock's wooden planks groaned under their combined weight as they disembarked. Ethan's sandals slapped against the wet boards, still flecked with seaweed from last night's tide. He paused by the resort's hibiscus hedge, plucking a crimson blossom and tucking it behind Alex's ear with deliberate slowness. The petals brushed Alex's temple like a lover's fingers.
"Your room or mine first?" Alex asked, catching Ethan's wrist before he could pull away. The pulse beneath his fingertips jumped.
Ethan's lips curled. "Mine. It's got a balcony." His gaze dropped to the hibiscus. "And a shower big enough for two."
The path to the villas wound through palm trees, their footsteps crunching on crushed coral. Alex swiped a hand through his hair, dislodging sand that sprinkled Ethan's shoulder. Ethan caught his wrist mid-air, pressing a kiss to his inner arm where the skin was softest. The hibiscus petals fluttered to the ground between them.
"Keep that up, and we won't make it to the shower," Alex warned, his voice rough.
Ethan grinned against his wrist before releasing him. They moved faster down the path, shoulders brushing, the resort's morning bustle fading behind them. A gardener pruning bougainvillea glanced up as they passed — Ethan's hand slid possessively to the small of Alex's back, fingers slipping beneath his waistband to graze bare skin. Alex's breath hitched.
Room 214's door clicked open with a magnetic keycard that trembled in Ethan's grip. Inside, the air smelled faintly of bleach and jasmine, the balcony doors thrown wide to reveal turquoise water stretching to the horizon. Ethan kicked the door shut with his heel and crowded Alex against it, one palm flat beside his head. "I've changed my mind," he murmured, thumb tracing Alex's lower lip. "The shower can wait."
Alex laughed into his mouth as Ethan kissed him — hungry, impatient — their teeth clacking together when Ethan bit at his bottom lip. His hands found the hem of Alex's shirt, yanking it over his head with a seam-ripping sound that made them both pause. Ethan blinked at the torn fabric. "Oops."
"You owe me twenty bucks for that," Alex muttered, but the protest died when Ethan's palms slid up his ribs, calluses catching on tender skin still sensitive from last night's friction. The AC unit rattled to life above them, sending a gust of chilled air across their damp shoulder blades. Ethan ducked to mouth at his collarbone, sucking a hickey that'd show above tank tops for days.
Alex's fingers scrabbled at Ethan's belt buckle — the brass buckle clinking against tile when it hit the floor. The balcony doors framed them in sunlight, but neither moved toward privacy. Ethan's teeth grazed his earlobe. "Fuck, you smell like the ocean." His knee nudged Alex's thighs apart, denim rasping against denim. "I like me on you."
The bedsprings groaned when Ethan shoved him backward. Alex landed with his legs hanging off the mattress, Ethan's hands already wrenching his shorts down his hips. Cool air hit his half-hard cock just before Ethan's mouth did — no warning, just wet heat swallowing him whole. Alex arched off the bed with a garbled curse, his fingers tangling in Ethan's sleep-mussed hair.
Ethan hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight to Alex's spine. His tongue pressed insistently along the underside, his blunt nails digging into Alex's thighs when he tried to buck up. "Fuck — let me —" Alex gasped, but Ethan pinned his hips harder, sucking with filthy precision until Alex's vision spotted.
The bedframe rattled as Ethan dragged him closer, swallowing him deeper. Alex's heels scrabbled against the sheets, his orgasm coiling tight — then Ethan pulled off with a wet pop, grinning at Alex's betrayed groan. "Not yet," he murmured, licking a stripe from base to tip. His beard rasped against Alex's inner thighs when he added, "Wanna watch you come on my cock this time."
Alex barely had time to process the words before Ethan flipped him onto his stomach, one broad hand pressing between his shoulder blades. The bedside drawer screeched open — lube, thank Christ — and then Ethan's slick fingers were circling his entrance, teasing just enough to make Alex push back desperately.
"I knew you'd beg for it," Ethan growled, biting the back of Alex's neck as his finger breached him. The stretch burned deliciously, Ethan's calloused fingertip dragging over that spot that made Alex's thighs shake. A second finger joined, scissoring roughly while Alex panted into the mattress, cock dripping onto the sheets.
The lube cap clattered to the floor. Ethan spat into his palm, slicking himself with a rough stroke before pressing against Alex's entrance. "Tell me you want it," he demanded, hips rolling just enough to tease.
Alex shoved back with a snarl. "Fucking give it to me already —"
Ethan sheathed himself in one brutal thrust, knocking the breath from Alex's lungs. Their joined moans echoed off the villa walls — Ethan's ragged groan hot against Alex's spine as he bottomed out. The stretch burned white-hot, every ridge of Ethan's cock branding him from the inside. Alex clawed at the sheets, hissing as Ethan's hips stuttered forward, pressing impossibly deeper.
"You take me so goddamn good," Ethan gritted out, his hands spanning Alex's waist to yank him back onto each punishing thrust. The headboard slammed against the wall in time with their ragged breathing. Sweat dripped from Ethan's jaw onto the small of Alex's back, trickling between his ass cheeks where they were stretched tight around Ethan's cock.
Alex's forearms burned from bracing against the mattress, his toes curling in the sheets every time Ethan's pubic bone ground against him just right. The slide turned slicker with every snap of Ethan's hips, their skin slapping together obscenely. Ethan's thumb found the crease where Alex's thigh met ass, rubbing rough circles that made Alex whimper into the duvet.
"Look at you," Ethan panted, dragging Alex upright by his hair. The new angle punched a groan from Alex's chest as Ethan's cock dragged over his prostate relentlessly. Ethan's chest pressed hot against his back, one hand splaying across Alex's stomach to feel where his own length bulged inside him. "Fuck, you're greedy for it." His teeth grazed Alex's shoulder blade. "Bet you'd come untouched, wouldn't you?"
Alex's thighs trembled as Ethan's free hand circled his weeping cock — not stroking, just holding him at the base while his thrusts turned shallow and brutal. The delicious friction bordered on painful now, Ethan's hips pistoning in short, sharp snaps that had Alex seeing stars. The bedside lamp threw their tangled shadows against the wall — a monstrous, writhing silhouette that shuddered with each slap of flesh.
"You feel that?" Ethan growled, his voice raw as he wrapped an arm around Alex's throat, pulling him flush against his sweat-slick chest. The angle forced Alex's ass higher, taking him deeper still. "That's me filling you up." His sucked Alex's trapezius, the sting mingling with the burn of overstretched muscles. "Gonna come so hard —"
Alex's vision whited out as Ethan's rhythm faltered, his cock pulsing hot sperm inside him with a ragged curse. The heat of his release triggered Alex's own orgasm — his untouched cock jerking as ropes of cum splattered the rumpled sheets beneath them. Ethan milked him through it with rough strokes, his softening length still buried deep as aftershocks wracked Alex's body.
They collapsed sideways in a tangle of limbs, Ethan's arm slung heavy across Alex's heaving chest. The ceiling fan wobbled above them, stirring the humid air thick with sex and salt. Ethan nosed along Alex's damp temple, his beard rasping against tender skin. "Christ," he murmured, fingers tracing lazy patterns on Alex's sternum. "You okay?"
Alex laughed breathlessly, twitching when Ethan's softening cock slipped free. "Define okay." His hips ached deliciously, every muscle singing with exhaustion. Ethan's palm slid down his stomach to where they were both sticky with cum, fingers dragging through the mess with idle curiosity.
The sheets clung to their damp skin as Ethan rolled onto his back, pulling Alex halfway atop him. Outside, a gardener's rake scraped against gravel — close enough that Alex could see the man's shadow pass by their still-open balcony doors. Ethan didn't seem to care, his thumb smearing pearly streaks across Alex's lower belly.
"Shower?" Alex murmured, though his limbs felt leaden.
Ethan's chuckle vibrated beneath him. "In a minute." His fingers carded through the drying mess on Alex's stomach with a contemplative roughness. The gardener's shadow lingered by the bougainvillea outside, the scrape of his shears suddenly precise — too precise — as if pretending not to eavesdrop.
Alex arched an eyebrow. "We've got an audience."
Ethan craned his neck toward the balcony, where the gardener's silhouette now bent conspicuously over the same hibiscus bush for the third time. "Let him watch," he growled, rolling them until Alex was pinned beneath him again. The sheets were stiff with drying cum beneath Alex's back, but Ethan's mouth was hot and insistent on his throat, tongue tracing the salt lines there.
The gardener's shears halted mid-snip.
Ethan's lips scraped Alex's pulse point as his hand slid between their bodies, calloused fingers wrapping around Alex's half-hard cock with deliberate roughness. "Still got another one in you?" he murmured against the shell of Alex's ear, thumb smearing leftover cum along the shaft.
Alex's hips jerked involuntarily — oversensitive but responding anyway, his body attuned to Ethan's every touch like they'd been doing this for years instead of hours. Outside, the gardener's sandals shuffled against gravel, the sound moving closer to their open balcony.
Ethan's teeth grazed his earlobe. "Bet he's never seen a real man take it like you do," he murmured, his grip tightening just shy of painful. The drag of his palm sent sparks up Alex's spine, his cock filling despite the aftershocks still prickling through his nerves.
The gardener's shadow stretched across the balcony tiles now — close enough that Alex could see the man's knuckles whitening around his shears. Ethan smirked against his throat and upped the tempo, wrist flicking with brutal precision until Alex's toes curled into the sheets.
"Ethan —" Alex gritted out, torn the electric pleasure coiling in his gut. His fingers scrabbled at Ethan's biceps, the blunt nails leaving half-moons in sweat-slick skin. The gardener's breath hitched audibly when Ethan twisted his grip just so, thumb pressing hard under the crown.
Ethan's chuckle vibrated against his collarbone. "Louder," he urged, punctuating the demand with a sharp twist of his wrist. "Let him hear what you sound like when you're wrecked."
Alex's back arched off the mattress as his climax hit — a white-hot burst that left him gasping against Ethan's shoulder, his release streaking across his own heaving stomach. The gardener's shears clattered onto the balcony tiles, the metallic ping startling them both into breathless laughter.
Ethan kissed the sweat from Alex's temple, his own laughter vibrating between them. "I think we scared him off," he murmured, thumb still lazily circling Alex's oversensitive tip until he squirmed. Outside, hurried footsteps retreated down the crushed coral path, the gardener's straw hat bobbing past their window in hasty escape.
Alex groaned, slinging an arm over his eyes. "Christ. That's going in the resort newsletter." The sheets stuck to his thighs when he shifted, tacky with drying sweat and cum.
Ethan rolled off him with a satisfied grunt, his chest hair matted damp against flushed skin. He stretched toward the nightstand, sending lube and condom wrappers fluttering to the floor, and snagged the water bottle. The plastic crinkled as he cracked it open, taking a long swig before pressing the cool rim to Alex's lips. "Drink," he ordered, tilting it sharply when Alex hesitated.
Water sloshed down Alex's chin, tracing the same path Ethan's tongue had taken earlier. He caught Ethan's wrist, swallowing greedily while their eyes locked — something unspoken passing between them in the charged silence. The AC cycled off abruptly, leaving only the distant lap of waves and the rustle of palm fronds outside.
Ethan's thumb swiped the droplet from Alex's jaw. "Still alive?"
Alex tossed the empty bottle at his chest. "Barely." The water had pooled in the hollow of his sternum — Ethan licked it away with slow, deliberate strokes that made Alex's exhausted muscles twitch.
The gardener's abandoned shears gleamed on the balcony tiles. Ethan smirked against his ribs. "I guess we're getting room service today." His teeth scraped the sensitive skin beneath Alex's pectoral, drawing out a hiss. The imprint of the sheets crisscrossed Alex's back like a topographic map of their exploits.
Sunlight slanted across the rumpled bed, catching the dust motes swirling above them. Ethan traced a lazy circle around Alex's stretched pink hole with one knuckle, watching it flutter. "Still gaping for me," he murmured, pressing in just enough to make Alex jolt. The rasp of his beard against Alex's inner thigh raised gooseflesh — both men acutely aware of the damp imprint they'd left on the gardener's conscience.
The shower ran hot when they finally stumbled in, Ethan pinning Alex face-first against the tiled wall. Steam curled around them as soap-slick hands rediscovered every mark from the night before. Alex gasped when Ethan's mouthed his trapezius again, right over the hickey already coloring his skin. "Claiming your territory?" he panted, arching back into the solid heat of Ethan's body.
Ethan chuckled darkly, reaching around to fist Alex's cock with sudsy fingers. "Just making sure everyone knows whose bed you'll be in tonight." His thrusts were slow now, savoring the way Alex's muscles clenched around him with each movement. The shower stall echoed with their mingled groans, the sound bouncing off wet tiles.
Alex braced himself against the wall, watching water sluice through his fingers as Ethan set a merciless rhythm. His reflection in the fogged-up mirror was a blur of flushed skin and tangled limbs — Ethan's broad hands gripping his hips hard.
"Look at you," Ethan growled against the nape of Alex's neck, his beard scraping wet skin. "Still tight even after all that." His fingers dug bruises into Alex's waist as he thrust deeper, making the shower door rattle against its tracks.
Alex's forehead pressed against the steam-fogged glass, his breath coming in ragged pants that left ghostly circles on the surface. The hot water had turned his skin pink, rivulets streaming down his chest to where Ethan's hand worked his cock in rough sync with each punishing stroke. A bar of soap slid between their feet — Ethan kicked it aside with a wet smack against the tiles.
"You gonna come again?" Ethan murmured against his shoulder blade, teeth grazing the fresh bruise forming there. His other hand slid around Alex's throat, not squeezing, just holding — the possessive pressure making Alex's pulse jump beneath his fingers.
Alex nodded wordlessly, watching their distorted reflections warp in the fogged glass. Ethan's thrusts turned erratic, his hips stuttering forward as his grip tightened on Alex's cock. The tile burned against Alex's palms when he came with a punched-out groan, his spermy load swirling down the drain between their feet.
Ethan followed with a guttural moan, his forehead pressed between Alex's shoulder blades as he pumped hot streams inside him. The water turned lukewarm before either moved — Ethan's softening cock still buried deep as he traced idle patterns across Alex's trembling midriff.
They dried off with scratchy resort towels, Ethan tossing his carelessly over the balcony railing where it dangled like a surrender flag. Alex watched it flap in the ocean breeze while Ethan rummaged through the minibar. Glass clinked as he uncapped two tiny whiskeys, handing one to Alex with fingers still damp from the shower.
"Room service'll take forty minutes," Ethan grunted, throwing himself onto the ravaged bed. His erection was already returning, lazily curving against his thigh. Alex swallowed his whiskey in one go, liquid courage burning down to his empty stomach — then climbed astride Ethan, knees bracketing those massive hips.
Ethan's palm cracked against Alex's bare ass—hard enough to leave a stinging imprint. "Fuck," Alex hissed, fingers digging into Ethan's chest hair. Ethan just grinned and pulled him down into a filthy kiss, whiskey and salt still lingering on their tongues. The sheets stuck to Alex's damp back as Ethan rolled them over, pinning him with the full weight of his heavyweight frame.
Their cocks slid together in the humid space between their bodies, precum smearing across Alex's abs. Ethan's teeth grazed his earlobe. "Think that gardener's still lurking?" he murmured, nodding toward the balcony where the abandoned shears still lay.
Alex's laugh hitched into a groan as Ethan ground down — deliberate, torturous friction. "Jesus —" he panted, thighs tensing. Through the gauzy curtains, movement flickered near the hibiscus bushes. Ethan smirked and rolled his hips harder, making the bedframe creak.
The gardener's shadow reappeared on the balcony tiles, frozen mid-retreat. Ethan nipped Alex's throat. "Watch," he ordered, gripping both their cocks in one broad hand. His stroke was rough, uneven — his thumb catching on Alex's frenulum with each pass. Alex's hips jerked involuntarily, his elbow knocking the whiskey bottle off the nightstand. It shattered against the terracotta floor just as Ethan twisted his wrist sharply.
Alex came with a bitten-off curse, his semen streaking across Ethan's knuckles. The gardener gasped audibly — close enough now that Alex could see the whites of his widened eyes through the sheer curtains. Ethan's laugh was dark as he milked the last pulses from Alex's cock, his own erection jutting angrily against Alex's thigh.
"Your turn," Alex panted, reaching down to fist Ethan's neglected length. His grip was slick with their mixed fluids, his thumb circling the swollen head with filthy precision. Ethan's hips stuttered forward, his groan vibrating through Alex's chest where they were pressed together.
The gardener's sandals scuffed against the balcony tiles — hesitant, but not retreating. Ethan smirked against the sweat-damp hollow of Alex's throat. "Wanna give him a show?" he murmured, his hips rolling in a slow, obscene grind that made Alex's oversensitive cock twitch.
Alex hooked his ankle around Ethan's calf, dragging him closer until their bodies fused from chest to thigh. "Make him jealous," he breathed, licking the salt from Ethan's collarbone. Ethan hissed and rutted forward, his cockhead catching on Alex's abs with each jerky thrust.
The gardener's breathing hitched audibly beyond the curtains — close enough now that his shadow stretched across their tangled legs. Ethan's palm cracked against Alex's ass again, the sharp sting followed by rough fingers kneading the reddened flesh. "Arch that pretty back," he growled.
Alex obeyed with a shudder, pressing up into Ethan's thrusts as their slick chests slid together. Ethan's hand fisted in the sheets behind Alex's head, his other gripping Alex's hip hard enough to leave bruises. The gardener's shadow shifted closer, the outline of his hand lifting as if to adjust his hat — except his fingers lingered near his own waistband instead.
"Fuck," Ethan growled against Alex's mouth, feeling the man outside watching them through sheer curtains. He rolled his hips harder, making the headboard slam against the wall in time with their ragged breathing. The gardener's shadow froze, then swayed slightly — his own hand moving unmistakably now.
Alex mouthed Ethan's shoulder to muffle a groan as Ethan's cock dragged against his in tight, rhythmic strokes. The heat was almost unbearable, their combined sweat making their skin stick and pull with every movement. Ethan's palm slid up Alex's ribs, rough fingers tweaking a nipple just to feel Alex arch into the touch.
Outside, the gardener's shadow shifted again — closer now, his silhouette unmistakably hunched. Ethan grinned against Alex's throat when a quiet zipper rasp drifted through the open balcony doors. "That's it," he murmured, sucking Alex's pulse point. "Let him hear you."
Ethan's hand tightened around both their cocks, his grip slick with pre-cum. The rhythm turned punishing, his knuckles bumping against Alex's abs with every downward stroke. The gardener's breath hitched audibly when Alex moaned — loud and unfiltered this time — his fingers scrabbling at the sweat-slick sheets.
"Fuck, look at him," Ethan growled against Alex's temple. Through the gauzy curtains, the gardener's shadow jerked erratically, his arm moving in frantic strokes. Ethan angled his hips, making sure their tangled bodies were perfectly silhouetted against the afternoon light. "Bet he's never seen a real man come apart like you do."
Alex sucked Ethan's shoulder as another orgasm coiled in his gut — too soon, oversensitive, but inevitable with Ethan's calloused thumb pressing just under his cockhead. The gardener's sandals scraped forward another inch, his silhouette swaying now, his free hand pressed flat against the glass door as if to steady himself.
Ethan twisted his wrist sharply on the upstroke. "Come on his shoes," he snarled, jerking Alex off with reckless abandon. The command sent Alex over the edge with a hoarse cry, his back arching off the mattress as cum splattered across Ethan's fist and their heaving stomachs. The gardener gasped sharply outside — a wet, strangled sound followed by the unmistakable slap of skin against fabric.
Ethan didn't let Alex recover, immediately using their mingled fluids to slick his own furious erection. His hips pistoned between Alex's thighs, the swollen head of his cock leaving sticky trails along Alex's oversensitive skin. "Watch him," Ethan ground out, nodding toward the balcony where the gardener's shadow convulsed against the curtains.
Alex's breath hitched when Ethan's teeth closed around his nipple — sharp pain radiating through him as the gardener's choked moan drifted through the humid air. The curtains billowed, revealing a sliver of khaki-clad thigh and a trembling hand working furiously beneath the uniform waistband.
Ethan's hips snapped forward, his cock smearing Alex's release across both their stomachs. "Feel that?" he growled, dragging a broad palm through the mess before gripping Alex's jaw. "He's jerking himself raw watching you take it." Outside, the gardener's knees buckled against the balcony railing with a wooden creak.
Alex licked Ethan's thumb when it pressed against his lips — salty, bitter, unmistakable. The gardener's zipper rasped again, louder now, followed by a stifled groan. Ethan grinned savagely and rutted against Alex's thigh, his swollen tip catching on hipbone with each rough thrust.
"Open," Ethan muttered, shoving two sticky fingers past Alex's lips. Alex sucked instinctively, tasting them both, his tongue swirling around calloused knuckles while Ethan's free hand worked his own cock in brutal strokes. Outside, the gardener's sandals scuffed closer — now just inches from the balcony doors.
Ethan's hips stuttered, his cock leaking onto Alex's abs. "Christ —" he hissed through clenched teeth, his rhythm faltering as the gardener's shadow jerked violently against the curtains. A wet spatter hit the tiles beyond the glass. Alex moaned around Ethan's fingers, feeling the vibration travel up the wrestler's arm.
The gardener gasped — ragged, punched-out — before his straw hat tumbled onto the balcony with a hollow clatter. Ethan chuckled darkly, dragging his thumb across Alex's lower lip. "Look at that," he murmured, nodding toward the damp patch spreading across the man's khakis. "Made him ruin his uniform."
Alex twisted to see better, wincing as Ethan's cum slid down his hip. Through the sheer curtains, the gardener swayed on unsteady legs, one hand still tucked obscenely in his pants while the other fumbled for his fallen hat. His breath fogged the glass door in uneven bursts. Ethan pinched Alex's nipple sharply. "Wave to him."
Alex flipped the man off instead, earning a choked laugh from the gardener — whose fingers twitched toward his waistband again. Ethan's chuckle vibrated through Alex's chest as he rolled his hips forward, his cock smearing fresh pre-cum across the mess already cooling on Alex's abs.
"Rude," Ethan murmured, biting the shell of Alex's ear. Outside, the gardener staggered back a step, his sandals scraping against wet tiles. The distinct squelch of his palm moving inside his pants made Alex snort.
Ethan's fingers tightened in Alex's hair, jerking his head back to expose his throat. "Wanna give him a souvenir?" His thumb pressed against Alex's Adam's apple, making him swallow hard. The gardener's shadow lingered near the balcony railing — still touching himself shamelessly, his breath fogging the glass in uneven bursts.
Alex smirked and arched his back, letting Ethan's cum drip down his abs onto the sheets in a deliberate show. "Tell him I left him something on the pillow," he rasped, jerking his chin toward the wet spot. Ethan's laugh rumbled through him as he dragged a condom wrapper through the mess and flicked it toward the balcony doors. It stuck to the glass with a wet smack, right at eye level.
Outside, the gardener stumbled back with a strangled noise, his sandals squeaking on the tiles. Ethan rolled off Alex with a satisfied groan, his spent cock slapping against his thigh. "Better go pack before housekeeping finds your room looking like a bukkake set," he muttered, swatting Alex's ass as he stood. The sting lingered pleasantly as Alex stretched, watching the gardener's shadow bolt down the path with his straw hat clutched over his groin.
Sunlight carved golden stripes across the villa floor where Alex's discarded clothes lay in a trail from the door. He stepped into his shorts gingerly — still sticky with their mess — while Ethan sprawled naked on the ruined sheets, idly thumbing his softening length. "Don't take forever," he warned, nodding toward the damp wrapper stuck to the glass door like a perverse trophy.
The path between villas hissed with midday heat, burning Alex's bare feet as he padded toward his own room. Hibiscus petals stuck to his ankles; he peeled one off, smirking at the gardener's muddy footprints veering wildly off the stone path toward the employee quarters.
Inside, his room smelled of antiseptic and unused towels. Alex tossed his ruined shorts into the trash — they landed atop a crumpled room service menu with last night's circled orders still visible. He showered fast, the soap stinging where Ethan's beard had rubbed him raw. The mirror fogged before he could check the marks on his shoulders.
His suitcase yawned open on the bed. T-shirts went in haphazardly — he sniffed one collar briefly before balling it up. The safe beeped when he popped it open, revealing nothing but sand in the corners and a single condom wrapper. Disposal was careful; the maid didn't need trophies.
The balcony door let in the distant clink of poolside cocktails. Alex leaned out — just in time to see the gardener shuffling past the hedges with fresh pruning shears. Their eyes met. The man's ears turned violently red before he vanished behind a bougainvillea, clipping twice as fast as necessary.
Alex's phone buzzed on the nightstand. Ethan's text was a single word: Hurry. He pocketed it with a grin, tossing his toiletry bag into the suitcase. The zipper caught on his swim trunks — still damp from earlier escapades. He shook them out, watching sand patter onto the tile.
Warm wind carried the scent of grilled seafood through the open balcony as he stepped outside. Below, the gardener crouched by a hibiscus bush, shears poised but unmoving. Their eyes locked again. Alex smirked and deliberately scratched his inner thigh where Ethan's stubble burn still bloomed pink. The shears clattered to the pavers.
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