| The Resort 3 |
[2nd. Sep, 2009|11:00 pm] |
Title: The Resort
Genres: AU
Rating: NC-17
Warning: None
Word Count: 2151
Beta: taytay4936 , I couldn't do any of it without you
Banner: masterglory , grazie mille Cara
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of QAF, CowLip, and Showtime does. I wouldn’t mind owning Brian Kinney, though.
Summary: They arrive at the resort and have a look around. Thank you to mydogjewel, u223501, teatotaller, bjfian for the names of the restaurants.
Justin POV
Before we could get anywhere, we were approached by a young man; I would guess that he was in his mid-twenties. He was wearing the resort uniform of shorts and t-shirt in the company colors and with their logo on them.
“My name is John; let me help you with your bags while you check-in.”
The driver opened the trunk and John took our luggage and put it on a small trailer behind a golf cart. It was the weirdest thing I’d ever seen, but it made sense.
I grabbed Brian’s hand again and we went to the administration’s building. The inside of the building was done in white marble; it was on the floors, tables, columns and even the walls were made of white marble. All that white was broken up by large colorful paintings on the walls and potted plants with large flowers in all the colors you can imagine.
The woman standing behind the reception desk smiled brightly at us.
“How may I help you gentlemen?”
“Hello, I’m Brian Kinney and this is Justin Taylor; we’d like to check-in, please.”
“Certainly, just a moment, please.”
She smiled again before she started typing on her computer. Brian and I were still holding hands and it didn’t feel at all weird. Maybe it should have, we didn’t really know each other very well, but it felt right.
She looked up and nodded once.
“Ok, you are fantasy guests, which means everything is paid for.” She handed us a credit card with the resort logo and the number three on it. “With this card, you can shop for food in all the stores if you prefer to cook for yourself, or you can eat at any of the restaurants. Any purchase pertaining to food and drink will not be charged. However, you can also use it at the boutiques and the spa, but for that, you will be charged when you leave. This card also gives you the guest discount at those places. You will need to activate the card and decide on a pin number; you can do that over there.”
She pointed towards what looked like an ATM and we both nodded in understanding. Brian took the card and looked at her.
“Do you have a lot of non-guests shop in your boutiques?”
“We do, this is the only place around here with any kind of designer wear and it’s the only spa on the island. Don’t worry; we have special employees just for guests, so it’s not going to be a problem getting an appointment. Now, you are in bungalow number three. John will drive you down there with your bags. I trust he already helped you with those, right?”
“Yes, as soon as we got out of the car.”
I nodded, marveling at their efficiency.
“Good, everything at the bungalow is ready for you. I hope you enjoy your stay with us. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask any of the staff; we are here to help.”
She handed us a key, again with the number three on it, and I took that.
Brian POV
Damn, they are good at what they do here. She mentioned that we were fantasy guests but never batted an eyelash at that. The credit card is a great idea; that way, they always know if someone is a guest, and at what ‘level’. They do have regular guests, too, apparently, not just the fantasy-seeking ones.
We went to the ‘ATM’ and inserted the card. I looked at Justin and lifted an eyebrow.
“What should we choose, Sunshine?”
“How about 1931?”
Our ages. I smiled, it was a good idea; it was something we’d be able to remember, both of us. I punched in the numbers and the display told us it was registered and the card was now open.
I took his hand again and we went out to John and the waiting golf cart. That still amused me a little: a golf cart with a trailer after it, but again, a good idea.
We sat on the back bench while we drove to the bungalow, where John parked. We all got out and Justin and I looked around. It was a beautiful place; the house was built the same way the other buildings had been, white with a red tile roof. Justin took the key and opened the door. We went in and John followed with our bags. He sat them down in the bedroom and then came out to the living room to us.
“There are brochures for all the boutiques, menus for the restaurants, opening hours and pricelists for the spa and the gym, plus, information about the island on the coffee table. If you’ll follow me outside?”
He opened the patio door and we saw a beautiful garden. On the patio was a Jacuzzi big enough for two and the entire garden was surrounded by lilacs in many purple nuances, plus white. In the middle of them, right across from the patio, was an arbor with a gate in it. The lilacs were thick enough that you couldn’t see through them; we have complete privacy in here.
“If you walk out the gate, you’ll be at the swimming pool for this group of bungalows. There are four and they are all for gay male fantasy guests. We have another group for gay female fantasy guests a little further that way.” He pointed to the left. “On the other side of the village are the bungalows for the regular guests and their pool area. If you walk between the two bungalows over there, you’ll find a path to the beach. It’s a private beach for the resort, so you can be yourself there.” This time he pointed in between the bungalow directly opposite ours and the one to the right. “If you follow the path between this bungalow and the one to the left, you’ll end up in the village.”
We both nodded our understanding and went back inside.
“If you don’t have any questions for me, I’ll be on my way.”
“Thank you, John, for your help.”
Justin shook his hand and I gave him a big tip. It never hurts to be on the good side of the staff. I looked around the bungalow; it was about the same size as my loft back in Pittsburgh, but this has a closed in bedroom as opposed to my open one. The kitchen and living room were one open space and there was a fire place. Not that I know what you’d do with that in the Caribbean, but there it was.
“Should we unpack and then maybe go exploring a little?”
Justin asked me after we had both looked around and leafed through all the papers.
“Sounds like a plan, Sunshine, but don’t you think you should put on some sunscreen? You look like you burn easily.”
He gave me a bright smile and I had no idea what I’d said to earn that, but I’d do it again for a reward like that.
“What did I do to deserve that smile?”
“You acted like a concerned boyfriend.”
He smiled again and went into the bedroom. Well, fuck me, but I think he’s right. Hmm, maybe I can actually pull this off; at least for as long as we’re on this island; let’s see what happens when we get back to the Pitts.
I went after him into the bedroom to unpack my bags; we talked a little while we worked. We talked about the resort and the four restaurants, discussed which one we wanted to try for dinner, that sort of thing. When Justin was done with his bags, he took out a pair of white cotton knee length shorts and a white cotton top with no sleeves.
“I’ll just take a quick shower to wash off all the travel dust; you can take one while I put on the sunscreen.”
He smiled brightly again and I felt my cock stir at the thought of Justin in the shower, water running down his back and over that perfect ass, him washing his cock. Damn, I better change the course of my thoughts before I cum in my pants like a fucking teenager.
I heard the water come on and my mind kept going back to the mental pictures I had conjured up; I even considered joining him, but I didn’t want to scare him, and his first time should be savored, taking a long time, not hurried, standing in a shower. We could do that later, or tomorrow morning.
I tried busying myself with other things, like looking through the brochures again, but I couldn’t will my cock down. I was going to have to do something about it when it was my turn in the shower.
Justin POV
When I was done, I went into the bedroom with only my towel wrapped around my waist. I saw Brian’s eyes rake over me and his eyes darken. I felt my body responding even though I had jerked off in shower.
He took his eyes off me and hurried into the bathroom and I breathed deeply to regain some semblance of control over my body. I heard the water turn on and knew my time alone was limited.
I took the towel off and hurried to put on some sunscreen. It’s true I do burn easily, and I had other plans than being laid up with sunburn. I put on my clothes and went into the living room, no need to be there when he came out of the shower to put some clothes on.
When he came out of the bedroom, a little while later, he was wearing a pair of white linen trousers and a white wife beater. He looked amazing.
“Ready to go, Sunshine?”
“Sure, where do you want to go, the beach or the village?”
“Let's go to the beach first; we’ll be in the village for dinner later anyway.”
I nodded and he took my hand when we walked out the patio door. Thankfully, it had a lock too, so we didn’t have to go out the front door and all around the bungalow to get to the pool area.
Out by the pool, we saw two other couples; we just lifted our hands in greeting and kept walking; we were not in the mood to meet anybody else at the moment; we just wanted to get to know each other better; at least, that’s how I felt, and it seemed we were on the same page.
The beach was amazing; white sand and azure blue water. I felt the urge to paint it, but we were here for a month. I had plenty of time. Brian had rolled up his pant legs and we walked in the surf, carrying our sandals in one hand and holding hands with the other.
The end of the resort’s private beach was marked with large rocks stretching the breadth of the beach. It was possible to scale them, but you were not in doubt that this was a crossing of some sort. We turned around and walked back the way we came. All the while, we talked; we talked about everything and anything that popped into our heads. I learned a lot about Brian on this walk, even more than I already knew, and I felt myself falling a little for him.
When we were back at the bungalow grouping, it was almost time for dinner. I hadn’t eaten all that much all day and was starting to get hungry. We went back inside to get rid of all the sand on our feet, and then, we walked towards the village.
The four restaurants at the resorts were very different; there was a breakfast/brunch/lunch place called Sunny Side Up, a lunch/dinner seafood place called Pappadeaux, a traditional Caribbean restaurant called Blue Caribe and a steakhouse called Milliways.
We had decided that we were going to try Blue Caribe for our first meal here. The food was excellent and the wine helped relax me a little. I knew what was going to happen when we came back to the bungalow, and even though I wanted it more than my next breath, I was a little scared and a lot nervous.
After dinner, we walked around the village a little, just looking at the boutiques and digesting our food before going back to the bungalow. Once there, Brian turned to me and caressed my cheek.
“You don’t have to be scared; I’ll be gentle.”
He then bent down and gave me a little kiss. It was more than just the brush of lips from the plane, but not enough for me to really feel it as more than a stirring in my cock. He took my hand and led me into the bedroom. |
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