A Forced Vacation
Colin
Colin lay sprawled out in his borrowed swim trunks on the hotel bed, frowning up at the ceiling.
“Why can’t we just stay in the room?” he asked, in what was definitely not a whine. “You guys paid enough for it.”
“Because that’s not the point of this, slayer,” Fox called from the bathroom, where he and Dane were… Well, Colin had no idea what they were doing. Changing clothes, curling their hair…who knew?
“I’ll let you two fuck me if we stay here.”
There was a moment of silence. A long one. Then Fox scoffed loudly. “You don’t mean it.”
Colin’s frown deepened. True, he wasn’t horny in this exact second, but that had never stopped those two from shooting their shot. “I could mean it. Rub up on me for a little while, then we’ll see.”
There was some frantic whispering from the twins in the bathroom, too hissed and hurried for Colin to make out the words. And then Dane called out, “Nice try, babe. No dice.”
Ugh. Damn their extremely uncharacteristic self-control. They didn’t usually have a shred of it between them, but apparently they were very set on their plans today.
“I hate the beach,” Colin grumbled. Again, not whining. Whining was Fox’s thing. Colin was just…lodging his complaints.
“This isn’t a beach,” Fox told him, voice still echoing from the overlarge bathroom. “It’s a fancy resort hotel that people pay out of their literal asses to stay at.”
“Gross.” Colin wrinkled his nose at the imagery, as well as the incorrect use of “literal.”
“Stop being such an adorably grumpy fuck and come on.”
Fox’s voice was no longer echoing, and he sounded much closer than the bathroom. Colin sat up reluctantly, not trusting the big brute to not just throw him over his shoulder.
Well, damn.
Colin’s jaw didn’t exactly drop, but it was a close thing.
Fox and Dane were standing at the hotel door now, both of them shirtless and wearing the tiniest swim trunks Colin had ever seen.
And they were, like, glistening, all shiny and wet-looking.
Colin noticed for the first time that the room smelled strongly of coconuts.
“Are you guys oiled up for a wrestling match or something?”
Fox gave him a wolfish grin and turned a little, seemingly to better display his shiny chest. “We gotta work on our tans, don’t we?”
Colin narrowed his eyes at them both. “You’re gingers. Aren’t you supposed to be allergic to the sun?”
“Vamp healing, my little lamb,” Fox told him gleefully, flexing his biceps like the biggest dork in the universe. “No more sunburns.”
“I can see your dicks in those trunks.”
It wasn’t exactly true—they weren’t poking out or anything—but Colin could definitely see some suggestive outlines. He’d borrowed his own pair from Jamie, but theirs must have been, like, custom-made or something, because they fit like second skins.
Dane grinned at him. “That must be why you’re drooling.”
Colin wasn’t. Not at all. He wiped his mouth anyway, just in case.
It was a mistake because their general air of smugness only grew that much worse. They were lying about the tans—they’d definitely oiled up just to fuck with him.
A knock rang out on their hotel door.
“Perfect timing,” Dane murmured as he opened the door. When he closed it again, he was holding an extremely large iced coffee. He shook it at Colin while, at the same time, Fox pulled a stack of comics out from the tote bag he had thrown over one shoulder.
“You got me coffee,” Colin said, aware he was pointing out the obvious. “And comics.”
Fox waved a beckoning hand. “And I’ve got your shades and hat in my bag, so get that fine ass moving, slayer.”
Colin didn’t move; he stayed seated at the edge of the bed, staring at their offerings.
The twins shared a look.
“We broke him,” Dane said.
Colin huffed. “You didn’t. It’s just…suspiciously thoughtful.”
“We’re always thoughtful,” Fox told him, slipping the comics back into his bag. “You’re just too snarky to notice most of the time.”
Colin did notice, actually. He just tried not to point it out too often; they were too cocky by half already.
He flipped them the finger for good measure and finally climbed off the soft, comfortable bed. He grabbed for the iced coffee as soon as he was standing, and Dane threw an arm over his shoulders as they left the room.
They went down the elevator together, Fox pressed into Colin’s other side like there was no room for space when there was, in fact, plenty.
They were at one of Tucson’s fancy resort hotels in the desert. (Not the one they’d met Serena at, of course; there was no need to relive those memories.)
The twins had talked Colin into it. Actually, they’d tried to talk him into some sort of all-inclusive beach resort on an island somewhere, and he’d looked so horrified at the suggestion that they’d compromised with a staycation with a pool instead.
Colin thought maybe they were trying to slowly get him used to the idea, but Colin didn’t do the beach.
He’d make an exception for den activities—on occasion, when Jay got pouty about it—but not for his own enjoyment.
Sand in every crevice? Sneaky waves trying to pull him out into the depths?
Spoiled children running around flinging crabs at each other or whatever?
No. Just no.
The pool—one of several at the hotel—was mostly empty when they arrived. Which made sense—it was June in Tucson, and the days were hot as balls already. Most likely the hotel patrons were waiting for the late afternoon or evening to venture out, even with the water to cool them down.
The twins led Colin to a shaded cabana.
“Are we allowed to use this?” Colin asked skeptically. It seemed like the kind of thing the hotel would charge extra for.
Fox pushed him toward a cushioned lounger. “We reserved it.”
“Mm.” Colin sat down gingerly, and Fox set the bag of goodies down next to him. “There are only two loungers though.”
“Oh no,” Dane deadpanned. “We’ll have to share. The horror.”
But they didn’t—not right away—because Fox and Dane immediately left Colin with his coffee and comics and dove into the pool, frolicking in the water like two overgrown children.
Colin lay in the shade of the cabana, sipping his beverage and flipping through pages. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. The heat wasn’t oppressive with his vampire temp regulation, and there were no children hurling sand or crabs—only his two vampire mates hurling each other in and over the water.
By the time Colin finished his iced coffee, a familiar figure was looming over him.
“You’re dripping on my foot,” Colin pointed out mildly, too chilled out by caffeine and talented illustrations to be properly snarky.
A wet hand gripped his ankle. “Come on, slayer.”
“Come where?”
Fox pointed over to the right. “See that? That’s a lazy river. We’re going in. All you have to do is sit in an inner tube and float in circles.”
That didn’t sound…completely terrible.
Dane arrived, holding out what looked to be a blended cocktail of some sort in a plastic cup. “And you can bring this in with you.”
Colin tried to summon a glare; it was surprisingly difficult. “I feel like a dog being lured with treats.”
But it was starting to sound kind of nice—treats included—so Colin stood, accepting the cocktail graciously. Fox set a floppy-brimmed hat on his head, and a few minutes later, Colin was floating in an inner tube, sipping his new drink.
Fox and Dane kept hold of him from their own tubes, and anytime Colin got stuck against a wall, they rescued him expeditiously. He didn’t have to swim or paddle or even kick his legs. It was kind of perfect, actually.
When his drink was done and he’d declared himself bored of floating, they settled back in the loungers. Dane had pulled one out into the sun and was on his back with his eyes closed with Colin crammed in on his side next to him, half-sprawled over Dane’s chest.
This part was kind of nice too, Colin had to admit.
He liked the feel of warm skin on warm skin, with none of the horrible overheating he used to get when he was human.
Dane smelled like coconuts but also like his usual coffee scent, and he’d slipped his hand past the waistband of Colin’s swim trunks to cup Colin’s bare ass possessively as he rested.
And Colin really was a hussy for his mates, because even that lazy touch was enough to be sending something hot swirling in his belly. His devil stirred, craving their mates’ touch as much as it always did.
Colin shifted subtly, not so accidentally rubbing his hardening cock against Dane’s hip. Dane’s grip on him tightened.
“Maybe we should go back to the room now,” Colin murmured, growing more tempted by the second.
“This again?” Fox grumbled from the lounger next to them, where he was sprawled on his back with a pair of sunglasses and his wet shorts, and yes, that was a very clear outline of his dick now. Colin kind of wanted to grab at it. “I thought we’d tamed you for the moment.”
Dane had cracked an eye open, and he was giving Colin a knowing look as he fondled his ass less and less discreetly. “Someone’s getting needy,” he said quietly.
And since teasing was their thing, and Colin liked being blunt if it got him what he wanted, he arched a brow. “I’ll suck your dick if you take me upstairs.”
Dane’s knowing smile didn’t falter, although his muscles tensed under Colin’s.
Fox made a big show of looking at his phone. “Almost two and half hours. Longer than I thought we’d get.”
“Is that a yes?” Colin asked, getting peevish now with how slow they were to take him up on his offer.
And then Dane’s mouth was on his, kissing him like he was every bit as hungry for Colin as Colin was for him. Colin moaned into it, happy to have an excuse to rock against him as he sucked on Dane’s tongue.
Dane pulled away much too soon, giving Colin’s ass a final, hard squeeze. “That’s a fuck yes, babe. Come on.”
Dane
Dane smirked to himself when Colin started getting handsy in the elevator.