Three years later...
"Mmm… I really love your scent," Andrew murmured softly as he sank onto the bed, his arms wrapping around Euan with a gentle but unyielding embrace. Pressing his chest to Euan's back, he nestled his face into the curve of Euan's neck, breathing in deeply, savoring the familiar scent that seemed to calm every part of him after the days apart. With a quiet longing, he trailed slow, lingering kisses down Euan's spine, each one seeming to linger just a bit longer than the last, as though he was trying to make up for lost time. His arms tightened around Euan's waist, pulling him close, their bodies fitting together in a perfect, intimate rhythm as they lay side by side.
Euan stirred, his eyelids still heavy with sleep, and his voice was soft and drowsy as he murmured, "You're home early." Reaching up, he cupped Andrew's face gently, his thumb brushing tenderly across Andrew's cheek.
"I missed you," Andrew whispered against his skin, his lips grazing Euan's ear. His voice was rough with emotion, a quiet confession that accompanied each kiss. His hand traveled slowly, slipping under the waistband of Euan's pajamas, his fingers tracing the familiar curve of his hips, moving with the delicate intent of someone savoring every moment, every touch.
Euan let out a soft sigh, a mix of reluctant amusement and gentle surrender, shifting just slightly under Andrew's hand. "You should shower first," he suggested, his tone affectionate yet teasing, though he made no move to pull away.
Andrew's breath was warm against Euan's neck, his voice low and gravelly as he replied, "I've been craving your scent for the past three days."
Euan's lips curved into a small smile, a quiet chuckle escaping as he turned onto his back, looking up at Andrew with an expression that was both fond and playful. "Really? You always say that when you come home after three days," he teased, fingers threading softly through Andrew's hair, his eyes warm and half-lidded, a gentle affection glowing between them as he settled more comfortably into the bed.
Andrew's lips twitched into a smile, but the intensity in his gaze didn't falter. He looked down at Euan, his expression a mix of desire and something deeper, something that words couldn't fully capture. "Of course, I do," he whispered, his voice soft but weighted with sincerity. He leaned down, his forehead gently resting against Euan's as he continued, "I wish I could stay here with you every day. But you know why I'm doing this… For us, especially for you."
As Andrew's fingers slid down, gently tugging at the waistband of Euan's pajamas, he revealed the smooth warmth of Euan's skin. His touch was reverent, tracing the contours he knew so well, as if memorizing them all over again. Every caress was tender, filled with an unspoken desire that hung between them like a breath held too long. The air felt heavy, thick with the quiet emotions they didn't say out loud but were ever-present in their touch.
Andrew, began to stroke Euan's cock, his touch tender and filled with an unspoken desire he could feel Euan's muscles tensing beneath his fingers, his body begging for more.
"You're so wet," Andrew murmured as his fingers tracing Euan's cock
Euan's hips bucked involuntary as Andrews' hands wrapped around his erection, massaging it with a steady rhythm, Euan's breath caught in his throat, and he let out a low moan
Andrew whispered softly, his voice filled with warmth. "I can see it—you like this, don't you?" His voice dropped, smooth and intoxicating, "You have no idea how irresistible you are to me. But don't worry," he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to tease Euan's skin, "I'll always handle you with care. I'd never let you break."
Andrew's hand movements quickened, and he could feel his own arousal growing as he touched Euan's slick erection. Euan could only moan in response, unable to form a word and only found himself getting lost in the pleasure and heat of the moment, Andrew's mouth suddenly found its way to his lower belly and without warning, Andrew's tongue flicked against Euan's sensitive flesh, his fingers clenched into the sheets.
"Andrew" Euan moan softly, his hands fisted in Andrew's hair
Andrew pulled back, his lips wet with saliva. "Do you want me to finger your ass?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire.
Euan nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. Andrew reached for the lube, slicking up his fingers before gently pressing them against Euan's asshole. Euan moaned, his body relaxing as Andrew worked his fingers inside him.
Once Andrew's fingers were buried deep in Euan's ass, he started to move them in and out, fucking him with his fingers. Euan's hips bucked, his cock bouncing with each thrust.
"Fuck, that feels good," Euan groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Andrew smiled, his fingers moving faster and faster. He could feel Euan's orgasm building, his body tensing up as he got closer and closer.
"I'm going to cum," Euan gasped, his body shaking.
Andrew pulled his fingers out, "Spread wide, Fuck, that feels good seeing you in that position" Andrew said, his voice strained, replacing them with his cock. He slid inside Euan's ass, his cock filling him up completely. Euan moaned, his body trembling with pleasure.
Andrew started to fuck him, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Euan's cock bounced with each thrust, his orgasm building once again.
"Ahhh, fuck," Euan chanted, his body tensing up.
Andrew could feel Euan's orgasm, his cock twitching inside him. He pulled out, grabbing Euan's cock and jerking it hard. Euan's orgasm exploded, his cum shooting out and landing on his chest.
Andrew milked Euan's cock, his hand moving faster and faster until Euan's orgasm subsided. He collapsed onto the bed, his body spent.
Just as Andrew was about to move again, the sound of footsteps echoed faintly through the villa, breaking the spell. The unmistakable jingle of keys followed, and before they could react, James voice rang out.
"Hey, I'm home!" James called out.
The soft rustle of grocery bags and the distinct clatter of keys being tossed onto the center table in the living room broke the intimate silence, the sound reverberating through the space like a sudden reminder of reality.
"Andrew, James is here," Euan whispered, his tone light and teasing as he gently cupped Andrew's face, tugging at his cheeks until Andrew's lips puckered into a pout. There was a mischievous glint in Euan's eyes, a playfulness that softened the moment and made Andrew smile.
Andrew sighed theatrically, glancing toward the bedroom door, clearly unfazed by the interruption. Rolling his eyes, he leaned in closer to Euan, his lips brushing against Euan's ear as he whispered with a playful murmur, "We'll finish this later."
Euan slipped out of Andrew's arms, standing up from the bed with a small smile as Andrew lay back, a faint smirk still lingering on his lips. As Euan stretched, preparing to head to the bathroom, Andrew's hand darted out, landing a playful smack on Euan's behind.
"Ouch!" Euan yelped, jolting in surprise as he spun to face Andrew, a playful mix of indignation and amusement in his eyes. He threw Andrew a mock glare, raising his eyebrows. "Pervert," he muttered, heading toward the bathroom. His head peeked back toward Andrew, though he was already halfway inside, a small grin slipping through. "Shouldn't you shower before getting comfortable?"
"Want me to join you in there?" Andrew called out from the bed, laughter and mischief in his voice.
"Absolutely not!" Euan shot back with a teasing edge, closing the door behind him.
Andrew chuckled, stretching out on the bed as the warmth of their playful exchange lingered, filling the room with an easy, comfortable joy.
***
James' resto-bar and resort is a hidden gem just a few hours from New York City, offering an idyllic escape from the city's fast pace. The property exudes effortless coastal charm, with its architecture a perfect blend of natural wood, whitewashed walls, and wide glass windows that invite the salty ocean breeze. Every corner is designed to feel open and free, creating a sanctuary for relaxation.
The heart of the resort is its expansive deck that stretches toward the horizon, overlooking the beach. It's here where time seems to slow down, where guests sip cocktails as the sun melts into the sea, painting the sky with hues of gold and violet. The gentle hum of the waves crashing on the shore mixes with soft laughter, creating an atmosphere of calm and luxury.
Inside, the bar is the epitome of trendy chic, bathed in soft, dim lighting that casts a warm glow over plush seating. The air is always alive with the subtle clink of glasses, the enticing aroma of fresh seafood, and the vibrant colors of craft cocktails being prepared behind the bar. Each drink is an art form, each dish a celebration of coastal flavors.
Tucked behind the resort, amid towering palm trees swaying gently in the breeze, is a small, aesthetically stunning villa where Andrew, Euan, and James reside. Nestled in lush greenery, the villa radiates serenity and privacy, a true haven from the world. The large glass doors open to a private terrace that feels like a portal to paradise, offering a breathtaking view of the endless ocean. And when the sun dips below the horizon, the soft glow of dusk lights the scene, creating a seamless connection between the coziness of the indoors and the raw beauty of the beach outside.
Inside the villa, modernity meets rustic charm. Cozy, overstuffed furniture invites you to sink in and stay a while, with soft lighting casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The beach-themed decor—delicate seashells, driftwood sculptures, and marine-blue accents—brings a touch of the ocean indoors. Every detail, from the gentle sway of the curtains in the sea breeze to the worn wooden beams above, reflects the laid-back yet sophisticated ambiance that James has so carefully curated.
"Is he still not awake?" James asked as he stepped out onto the terrace, pushing aside the flowing silhouette curtains with a gentle swish. The ocean breeze drifted through, carrying the scent of saltwater and sun-warmed wood. His eyes quickly spotted Andrew's backpack, casually slung over a rattan chair near the door of their room. He muttered to himself, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "Andrew must be here already."
As James lingered for a moment, his gaze drifting toward the horizon, Euan emerged quietly from their room. A towel hung loosely over his shoulders, his damp hair glistening under the soft morning light. He rubbed his hair absentmindedly, shaking off droplets of water that caught the golden sun. The sound of his bare feet softly padding against the wooden floor echoed through the open-air villa.
The space was elevated by two steps, creating a subtle separation between the terrace and the intimate interior. The design offered both openness and privacy, a delicate balance between being connected to the outside world and retreating into their own. The villa's three rooms—one for Andrew and Euan, one for James, and a guest room.
"Don't tell me you're just getting up," James called out, raising an eyebrow as he stood near the terrace, arms crossed. His voice carried a hint of playful disbelief. "I texted you earlier. Have you seen it?"
Euan, still rubbing the towel over his damp hair, blinked sleepily as he descended the two steps to James's level. He scratched his head in a distracted manner, offering an apologetic smile. "Oh, sorry, James. I must've missed it. Andrew arrived early—around six a.m. Where did you go so early?"
James shrugged, leaning casually against the doorframe with an air of nonchalance. "I went for a short jog along the beach, then picked up some supplies for the resort and groceries for the week."
Euan nodded, still waking up as he strolled toward the kitchen, his steps relaxed yet purposeful. "What was the text about, anyway?" he asked, opening the fridge and grabbing a coffee mug from the cabinet.
James followed him with a lazy stride, watching as Euan rummaged through the fridge. "Oh, right. We've got a reservation for twenty people this afternoon. Big group. We need to start prepping soon."
James let out a soft chuckle, his eyes catching the faint mark on Euan's neck. "Well, well, look at that," he smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Andrew already left his mark on you, huh? What a bastard. He just arrived a few hours ago." He pouted playfully, grabbing a tissue and tossing it toward Euan's back with a light flick of his wrist.
Euan felt the tissue brush against his skin and instinctively scratched at the spot, his fingers grazing over the fresh mark. He let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes as he turned slightly toward James. "Ugh, he's really something," Euan muttered, his voice thick with sarcastic affection. "I specifically told him not to leave marks where they'll show. Is he a hungry beast or what?" His tone, while teasing, carried a soft undercurrent of fondness—the kind that only comes from knowing someone intimately, from sharing moments like this with Andrew.
James raised an eyebrow, his grin widening in response. "Hungry, huh? Maybe you're just too irresistible for him," he teased, his voice light and playful as he reveled in the banter.
Euan shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he walked past James toward the coffee machine. "I'll make him pay for it later when he wakes up," he quipped, pouring himself a cup of coffee. His expression softened slightly as he spoke, almost as if he was secretly looking forward to the next interaction with Andrew. He brought the steaming cup to his lips, savoring the warmth.
"Hah!" James laughed, his voice rich with amusement"Pay? As if I don't know—you enjoyed it too."
Euan shot him a mock glare, narrowing his eyes with playful defiance. "Hey, don't start with me," he warned, his tone teasing as he moved toward the counter to gather the kitchenware and ingredients. He glanced over at James, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Want some pancakes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned back to the stove, the sound of the sizzling batter filling the air.
"What, am I a kid to you?" James shot back, shaking his head with a mock frown, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Can't you make a real meal?"
Their laughter echoed through the villa, the playful banter infusing the space with a warm, comforting energy. Euan's shoulders relaxed as he prepared the pancake ingredients, his movements smooth and practiced. As he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes met James's with a knowing look. The bond between them, woven with teasing and laughter, lingered in the peaceful silence that followed.
The story doesn't end here...
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