Chapter Forty Nine
Aaron
Benjamin does not like our means of travel—this much is true. The honeymoon I planned is right up his alley, but I wanted it to be a surprise. Therefore—he can’t see where we’re going. But getting him to Fiji without him seeing a sign is proving to be very difficult.
“I have to be blindfolded this whole time?” His tone clearly tells me he’s not happy or impressed. “This is my honeymoon too—no?” I laugh, guiding him to sit next to me at the gate for our first flight.
“Sure is. But I have a plan and you not knowing anything is a part of it. So shh.”
We have to fly to Nadi, Fiji first. Then one short flight to Savusavu Island and a ten-minute drive given by the resort staff and we’re at Savasi Island Resort. If I can keep him from getting too much intel along the way, the location should stay secret—as well as the activities. Fingers crossed.
“Whatever—I want some coffee.” It’s very early and we had a late night. Benjamin is grumpy.
“I’ll get you some, baby. I’m gonna guide you. Also—when we get back you have to wear the noise-cancelling headphones, so you don’t hear them call out the flights.” He groans, one foot stomping on the epoxy. A few passersby turn to stare, but I pay them no mind.
“Stupid.” It’s a mumble, but I hear it anyway.
“Really?” I don’t sound very impressed and I can see it in the way he stands up straight that he knows. “Come.” I grab his hand and pull him to the closest bathroom and into a stall.
“I-Is this the coffee shop?” He knows it’s not.
Benjamin’s fiddling with the hem of his crewneck sweater—shuffling side to side just slightly.
“You’re being a brat.” I tell him and his face flushes. He takes a deep breath.
“I know. But this is so dumb. I feel stupid walking around like this and I’m so curious.” I drag a finger over his bottom lip—feeling the hitch in his breath—the flinch of sudden contact without his sight.
“You’re hurting my feelings, Benjamin. I spent so much time planning this.” I sound like a disappointed father—sighing and shaking my head. He truly is such a fucking brat. Too spoiled, too. Just how I like it.
“I’m sorry.” It’s such a soft offering—such a small sound. He’s nervous.
“Aw, baby. You nervous?” I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him toward me.
“Yes.” He’s shaking just a little—gripping the front of my hoodie when I press his face to my shoulder. He knows what’s coming.
“Remember—we’re in public.” Not that if anyone was truly listening to our conversation itself it wouldn’t have been weird enough to overhear.
“But… okay.” There’s no more resistance—he didn’t really have any to begin with.
I’m kissing his cheek—his ear—his neck. My hand stays on the back of his neck, and when I move to kiss the side of his head I bring my other hand down onto his ass. Hard enough to make him bite into my shoulder but not hard enough to give him what he wants.
“Good boy.” He makes no sound outside the heavy panting through the fabric of my clothes. “Are you done with your tantrum? Ready for coffee?”
“Yes.” The dark fabric of the sleep mask we’re using as a blindfold doesn’t change color with the moisture from his tears—but a few manage to squeeze through to slide down his face. I lick them clean—kiss his mouth—rub his ass where I spanked him.
“Let’s go.”
Getting him onto the plane after that is pretty easy, although we do get weird stares and he has to get his passport stamped when we land, so we have to honor-system him not reading signs around him or looking too close into his passport before I confiscate it again.
But the eighteen-hour flight to Nadi goes smoothly as he sleeps through most of it—and the hour-long domestic flight to Savusavu flies by.
After a ten-minute drive given by the hotel staff we’re here at the resort and Benjamin keeps his headphones and blindfold on while I check us in. I reserved us a private cliff-top villa, and after I check us in and give the bellboy our luggage, I grab Benjamin and pull him in that direction.
The villa is nestled on the top of a volcanic cliff; it has a private pool and most of the villa and all of the pool is surrounded by thick foliage to keep everything we do and most sound completely private.
From the front of the villa, you can see the ocean we can walk down to which is crystal blue—so fucking beautiful.
The bed is huge—the rooms are all open-concept and made of light wood and flowy white curtains.
I pull Benjamin into what would be considered the main part of the villa if there were walls to differentiate the rooms and face him toward the ocean. Slowly—I remove the headphones. We can hear the waves.
“Are we here?” Benjamin asks, his hands coming out to take hold of my forearms.
“We are.” He stands still for a moment.
“I hear… can I take it off?” He motions to the blindfold, and I pull it off gently—watching as his big hazel eyes open and close a billion times, adjusting to being put to use again. They finally settle and land on me. “Hi.” He’s blushing like we’ve never been alone together before.
“Hey.” I move out from in front of him and his eyes fall onto the ocean, the area of beachfront we have to ourselves. His eyes grow wide.
“Holy fuck.” I laugh—wrapping my arms around his waist from behind—breathing in the smell of his hair and running my hands over his hips, his stomach. “It’s beautiful.”
“We’re on a volcanic cliff. We also have a pool.” Benjamin turns in my arms to stare up at me.
“A what?” I’m grinning at him, letting him go so he can wander around the villa.
“Cool—right? Here in a bit, we’re going to go snorkeling. Tomorrow, we will go paddleboarding and etcetera. Then of course we have a few nice dinners set up and a couples massage tonight. Normal stuff.”
“Normal stuff?!” Benjamin’s standing in front of the pool—laughing but still managing to sound a bit startled at the same time. “This is… that’s a lot.”
“You don’t like it? I can cancel. I just know you like—”
“No!” He spins around to face me, eyes wide as a hand flies up to give me the stop signal. “I love all of those things. I love the water and I’ve never even been to the ocean. I just…” He turns back to the pool—stares down into it. “This is a lot bigger of a deal than you’re making it out to be.”
I watch him for a moment—try to figure out what’s going through his mind—how to handle this.
“Would you like me to make it a big deal?” Benjamin looks at me over his shoulder, smiles softly.
“Swim with me, Aaron.” Then he’s pulling his clothes off and I can’t deny him.
The water is just the right temperature and it’s just deep enough to reach Benjamin’s shoulders at its center and about eight feet at its deepest. Benjamin stands in the center—completely naked—moving the water between his fingers as he watches me descend the steps into the pool to meet him.
I reach him—letting a hand run gently down his side, enjoying the shudder he gives me, the heavy breathing.
I do the same on his other side, watching his nipples as they get hard around the golden bars.
He’s looking up at me with those parted lips, those thick lashes. He looks so good—so fucking beautiful.
“Button—” His brow furrows and I watch in real time as his dick begins to harden beneath the water. “You’re so pretty.” He reaches out—places his hands on my pecs where he lets them feel—wander—ignite.
“So are you.” I slide an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me as he gasps—arms wrapping around my back as I use my other hand to cradle his cheek.
“I want this to be the best five days of your life. I want you to be happy every second we’re here. And then I want to make you come until you cry every single night.” Benjamin stares at me for a moment and every second that passes his eyes dilate more.
“Just at night?” I grin, removing my hand from his cheek to grab his dick instead. “Hnghh.” He leans forward into me.
“Never just at night. Any feasible moment we have—I want you coming on me.”
“Then…” He’s trying to speak around each stroke of my hand—shivering in my arms as he grips me. “Then I think this will be the best five days of my life.”
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Snorkeling is amazing. After donning our fins, goggles, and snorkels, we follow the guide to the clear waters where marine life is the busiest. We swim laps around each other, taking in the beautiful fish and tropical plant life.
It’s peaceful, it’s calming. I watch Benjamin—his hair floating up around him—his toned limbs moving gracefully with each kick, his stomach tight with every stroke of his arms. He looks so happy here—so complete.
“Aaron!” He says, handing me a sun smile as we pop out of the water for a moment. “Did you see the orange one? I wonder if those are pokey spikes or soft ones. Pretty, right?” He’s so excited. Like a kid in a candy store with his crazy wet hair and his wide eyes.
“I did—it was very pretty. Did you see the black one?” He laughs.
“Of course you’d like that one the most. It was beautiful, though.”
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The couple’s massage is done at the villa.
Two tables are set up next to each other and after stripping to nothing but the world’s tiniest cotton shorts, we lay on our stomachs and let the old women give us massages.
They knead our muscles and I can smell the lavender of their lotions.
We can’t see each other, but I can feel Benjamin in the room with me and I can’t help but think of every time I was in this position before.
Able to feel his presence but not see him—able to see him but not touch. Able to touch but not… touch.