Chapter Thirty
CHAPTER THIRTY
Ilias
“You know, you can let go of me,” Oscar muttered sleepily, his body shifting underneath mine.
“But I’m comfy,” I said, snuggling deeper into his neck. I knew it was morning because I could already see the light around the edges of the curtains of our hotel room, but I couldn’t be bothered to find out the actual time. “Besides, you love me being on top of you.”
Oscar chuckled hoarsely. “Yeah, but not when you’re strangling me.”
I sighed and slightly released my hold on him. “Better?”
“A bit.” He reached his arm across and began trailing his fingers lazily down the bottom of my spine. “It’s a good thing our room has air con, or I’d have kicked you off me in the night. I hope we don’t get a hot summer at home, or I’m going to fucking melt.”
“Charming,” I said, blowing a raspberry on his collarbone to express my feelings. It was childish but funny, and Oscar made an undignified sound in response. “Don’t worry, I overheat very easily, so I’ll probably try to push you out of bed so I can starfish in the middle and stay cool.”
“I’m going to get us a fan and put it on your side of the bed, then maybe you’ll stay there.”
“Honestly, it sounds like you don’t want me in bed with you at all.” I ran one finger lazily across his chest to toy with his nipple, watching it harden under my touch.
Oscar rolled me over, pinning me to the bed and looking down at me with a raised eyebrow and a half smile.
“That’s definitely not true. I just don’t want to sweat to death as a result of being koala-ed by you every night. But if it’s the price I have to pay to have you in bed with me, I’d pay it a hundred times over.”
“I’m not sure if that’s sweet or gross,” I said, “but we’ll go with sweet.”
He kissed me softly, his body pressing against me as we made out. There was no rush or desperate need because we had all the time in the world. The hotel we’d been sent to in Santorini was designed for relaxing, and although we had a few things on our itinerary, our main job was to make the most of the facilities.
And I counted our bedroom as one of the most important ones.
My arms snaked around Oscar’s neck, pulling him closer. I felt his cock starting to get hard against mine, and I groaned at the sweet burst of friction. Our bodies entwined as we moved on the bed so we were lying side by side, our legs tangled together as our hands and mouths explored.
Need was starting to burn under my skin, but I wanted something more than a quick, hard fuck. Mostly because that required energy, and it was too early for that sort of exuberance.
“I love you,” Oscar said as he leant back for a moment, his eyes roaming over my face. “You’re so gorgeous. I’m so lucky you’re mine.”
“I’m lucky too.” I kissed him again. “I love you so much.”
Oscar’s kisses grew more heated as his hands slid down my spine and squeezed my ass, pulling me tightly against him. I moaned as he ground against me. My hips bucked, searching for more. An idea slid into my mind, and I rolled in Oscar’s arms, pressing my ass back against him. I stuck my hand under the pillow, trying to find the bottle of lube we’d used yesterday.
“Fuck my thighs,” I said as I passed Oscar the lube and tilted my head back for a kiss. I didn’t have the patience for him to work me open, and this was a good enough solution.
Oscar clicked open the lube, and I felt his hand slide between us to slick up his cock. I squeezed my thighs tightly as he slipped his cock between them and groaned as it brushed along my taint and nudged the back of my balls. Oscar’s hand, still wet with lube, gripped my hip to pull me closer.
His movements were slow and deliberate, and he trailed kisses down my neck and nipped at my shoulder. I lost myself in the hazy pleasure that surrounded us, gasping as Oscar reached down to grasp my cock.
“Yes… like that. I want…” But I couldn’t put into words what I wanted. The feelings were too big and too complicated to be summed up in simple words.
“Tell me,” Oscar murmured as he slowly stroked my cock at the same leisurely pace he was thrusting between my thighs.
“Everything,” I said. “I want everything with you.”
“Good. Because I want everything too.”
We moved together slowly, letting ourselves become lost in each other until everything became too much. I spilled over Oscar’s hand with a broken moan, and not long after he painted my thighs with his release.
It was the perfect way to begin another day together.
Sometime later, we piled into the enormous, waterfall shower, then walked out to the terrace with mugs of fresh coffee from the machine in our room because the hotel was that fancy.
Our room was set into one of the cliffs overlooking the sparkling sea that was so bright and beautiful it almost didn’t look real. I could see why so many people wanted to come to Santorini. It was utterly picture perfect.
“What do you want to do today?” I asked, putting my arm around Oscar’s waist and leaning against his shoulder.
“Breakfast will be finishing soon,” Oscar said. “I vote we start with that. Then maybe we can venture into the village and explore?”
“I like that plan. But first, I want to take a photo.” I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my shorts and swiped my thumb across the screen.
“Of the view?”
“Of us!” I poked his arm until he turned and we had the incredible landscape behind us. It wouldn’t be the most perfectly Instagrammable photo ever, but I didn’t care. This was for me, not anyone else. “I realised I don’t actually have a lot of photos of us together, and I want more.”
Oscar grumbled, but he was grinning as I lifted my phone up, trying to get the perfect angle. Oscar was barely an inch taller than me, so that helped a little. I tapped the button a couple of times, then dissolved into laughter at Oscar’s expression.
“Stop pulling faces,” I said. “Don’t be a dick.”
I held the phone up again, and Oscar pressed a kiss to the side of my head as I did. When I tapped on the screen to view the pictures, I smiled, my heart fluttering in my chest.
There was me, smiling, and Oscar kissing me, the pair of us framed by blue skies, low white walls, and the glimmer of the sea. It was the most utterly beautiful photo I’d ever seen and so perfectly us.
“That’s cute,” Oscar said as he looked over my shoulder. “Send it to me?”
“It is. We’re adorable as fuck.” I sent the photo to Oscar, set it as my background, and slid my phone back into my pocket. “We should start one of those couples’ Instagrams. We’d make a mint. I mean, who wouldn’t want to look at our cute as fuck faces in beautiful places?”
I was ninety percent joking because, although it sort of sounded like a fun idea, I knew how much work those accounts were. It also meant letting people into our relationship and putting it under a microscope for people to judge and speculate about. It really wasn’t for everyone.
But a tiny part of me wanted to do it just because I wanted to show Oscar off to the world.
“Seriously?” Oscar asked with a half smile and raised eyebrow.
“Maybe? I was mostly joking.” I grabbed his hand. “Come on. Let’s go get breakfast.”
We ate on a terrace overlooking the sea under the shade of an enormous umbrella as the morning breeze caressed my skin. It felt like one of those deliciously lazy mornings, the sort I’d be happy to repeat regularly. It reminded me how lovely my life was because, despite all the hustle and the stress, I got to have days like this: sitting in the sun on a beautiful Greek island at a five-star hotel with the man of my dreams.
It was the sort of thing most people would kill for.
Oscar was sipping orange juice and looking at something on his phone. “Here,” he said, sliding it across the table. “What do you think?”
It had Instagram open, showing a new, blank profile for TwoRainbowTravellers.
I raised an eyebrow, unsure what I was seeing. “Is this…”
“It’s for us if you want it. I know you said you were joking, but I want to have all sorts of adventures with you Ilias, big and small. And even if we keep it locked and just for ourselves and our friends, I want us to have a record of all the places we go together. Of all the things we do. Because you are my greatest adventure, and I want to remember every second of it.”
“I… I…” I was too stunned to speak, but it felt like my heart was two seconds away from exploding. Oscar was the sweetest man I’d ever met, and I’d never understand why he’d chosen me, but I wasn’t going to question it.
“Yes,” I said. “Let’s do it. Let’s share it with everyone. It can be like your articles for The Traveller —only an Instagram version. We can show people where they can travel if they’re queer, and we can celebrate that. The world can always use a little bit more queer joy.”
I interlaced our fingers across the table. Oscar reached for his phone and pulled up the photo I’d sent him. “You’ll have to write the caption.”
“You’re the writer,” I said with a laugh as I took the phone.
“Yeah, but you’re the one who’s good at social media.”
“I’ll have to teach you.” I tapped something out on the screen, added some hashtags, and tagged my own account so I could share it later. Then I hit Post. “There we go. Done.”
“Perfect,” Oscar said, taking his phone back. He smiled wryly. “How long do you think it’ll be until one of our families finds it?”
“An hour? Maybe two? Depends on when I share it on my story. Oooh, you’ll have to give me the login details so I can add it to my phone too.”
“I will but later.” He stood up and offered me his hand. “Fancy a stroll? We can get your camera. Maybe find somewhere for a late lunch?”
I stood and took his hand, feeling the warmth and weight of it against mine. “It’s like you read my mind.”
We headed out of the restaurant, making a quick stop at our room so I could grab my camera bag before we headed out into the sunshine.
Off on another adventure.