The Next Day #3
Logan shuddered visibly at Adrian’s words, his hand slipping back to tease Adrian’s entrance, and Adrian’s breath hitched.
“Later,” Adrian murmured, his voice rough with promise, “after the massage, I’m going to spread you open and eat you out.
Make you—” His sentence dissolved into a guttural moan as Logan’s mouth worked him deeper, sucked him harder, took him into his throat again and again.
Adrian came without warning, his body trembling, and faintly registered Logan following him over the edge moments later.
Adrian leaned heavily against the wall, his legs weak beneath him, as Logan stood, his eyes shining with triumph. Logan kissed him deeply, their connection grounding them both. “I needed that,” Logan murmured with a small grin, finishing their shower with brisk efficiency.
When they stepped into the room, now dimmed with partially closed blinds, the air was thick with relaxation. Two massage tables awaited them, the scent of essential oils drifting faintly through the space. The therapists greeted them warmly, their voices soft.
Adrian climbed onto one of the tables, bare but for a pair of boxers, and Logan caught the brief flicker of the masseur’s gaze across his body.
Possessiveness rose, sharp and immediate, an instinct that never learned manners.
Logan shot the man a warning look and dragged the second table closer before settling onto it himself.
“You need to relax, remember?” Adrian murmured, smiling at him.
Logan meant to answer, but the masseur began working oil across Adrian’s back, and a rush of heat hit him hard. The world narrowed to that single point of contact on Adrian’s skin.
Adrian reached out and caught his hand, lifting Logan’s fingers to his lips. “Ahuv sheli,” he whispered, “relax. It’s a massage.
Logan breathed, reminding himself he had just had Adrian in the shower, had him coming apart under his hands, that this man was his.
The jealousy was still there, but gentling under Adrian’s touch, settling rather than vanishing.
The room softened around them, the warmth, the scent, the quiet rhythm of hands working sore muscles.
Slowly, the tension in Logan’s body unwound. The world narrowed, not to jealousy now, but to the shared stillness between them.
From time to time, their eyes met, quiet and lingering, saying everything words didn’t need to.
And yes, every so often, Logan still sent a lethal glare toward the poor therapist, but Adrian would just find his hand again, grounding him, settling him.
Wrapped in a cocoon of peace, they napped, bodies loose, hearts full, and the rest of the world forgotten.
A while after their massages, Adrian and Logan lay side by side on the bed, the soft mattress cradling them in its luxurious embrace. The air between them was calm and content. Logan turned his head, his expression dreamy as he sighed.
“That was amazing,” Logan said, his voice loose and lazy.
Adrian snorted. “Nice to hear that, because for a moment you looked ready to murder the poor man.”
“He rubbed oil on you,” Logan said, dead serious.
“He was working.”
“You were naked.”
“I was wearing boxers.”
“You were naked,” Logan repeated, unimpressed. “And he was ogling you.”
Adrian burst into laughter, bright and helpless, and Logan couldn’t hold his own back for long.
“Sorry,” Logan said once he caught his breath. “I don’t mean to get like that.”
“Don’t be sorry, ahuv sheli,” Adrian murmured, pressing his forehead to Logan’s. “I know how you get. It’s endearing. Completely unnecessary, but endearing.”
“I never thought we’d be fancy enough for something like this, a luxury hotel and a couple’s massage, but, honestly? I’m getting used to it.”
Adrian smiled, his chest warming at the sight of Logan so relaxed and happy as he lay back on the bed. “You’ve got until tomorrow to bask in it,” he said with a teasing lilt. “And we’ve got brunch coming shortly.”
Logan grinned, propping himself up slightly.
Still wrapped in their robes, they answered the soft knock at the door and greeted the staff member who wheeled in a tray laden with their meal.
The spread was indulgent: freshly baked croissants and danishes, a platter of ripe strawberries and blueberries, smoked salmon with cream cheese, buttery scrambled eggs, and warm brioche toast. A bottle of champagne nestled in a bucket of ice completed the feast. The worker welcomed them to explore the resort’s amenities—the bars, the poolside lounges, or even a curated tour—before leaving them to their privacy.
They ate in bed, laughing between bites, feeding each other strawberries and sipping champagne from elegant flutes.
The sunlight streaming through the balcony doors bathed the room in a golden glow, making the moment feel suspended in time.
After their meal, they lounged by the private pool, the warm sun embracing them as they took turns resting on deck chairs, occasionally slipping into the turquoise water or wandering down to the ocean for a swim.
The day was as serene as it was vibrant, a perfect balance of play and peace.
Though the setting was ideal for a nap, neither of them could bring themselves to waste a second of this paradise.
Later, they wandered the resort, exploring the grounds.
They passed communal pools shimmering in the sunlight, their surfaces rippling like liquid mirrors, and several restaurants nestled in cozy, village-like clusters.
At a bar perched on a cliff overlooking both the ocean and the mountains, they decided to pause, ordering cocktails and settling into a deep-seated sofa with views that could steal anyone’s breath.
“Come here,” Logan said, his voice low and inviting as Adrian sat beside him. Adrian hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Come on,” Logan coaxed, grinning. “This is a couple’s place. Trust me, they’ve seen way worse.”
Adrian laughed softly, his eyes sparkling as he relented, settling onto Logan’s lap.
The moment felt intimate yet unassuming, like they were the only two people in the world.
Their lips met in quiet, tender kisses, their whispers a language only they could understand.
Guests passed by, most of them couples who looked fresh from their honeymoons, their smiles warm and understanding as they glanced at Adrian and Logan.
It felt like stepping into a dream, as if they had slipped through reality into a place made just for them.
By late lunchtime, they found a quiet restaurant tucked into the resort, its ambiance elegant yet unpretentious.
They indulged in gourmet meals, sharing plates of grilled reef fish, tuna tartare with avocado and sesame, and handmade pasta folded with prawns and cream, which Adrian confidently claimed Logan would want to try.
“There is no reason you won’t have it just because I don’t,” he’d remarked.
“This is definitely a step up from pizza,” Adrian muttered with a satisfied sigh, his fork hovering as he took in the flavors.
“Definitely,” Logan agreed, tipping his champagne flute toward Adrian in a playful toast before taking another sip of the endless bubbles they’d been enjoying.
“Don’t get too full,” Adrian remarked absently, though there was a teasing edge to his voice. “We’ve got dinner reservations later.”
Logan set down his glass and gave him a look, a mix of affection and incredulity. “Ad, this is too much.”
“No, it’s not,” Adrian said firmly, his eyes meeting Logan’s with quiet determination. “Not for you.”
And Logan couldn’t fight it—the way Adrian’s love surrounded him, constant and unwavering, not demanding, not asking—just there, deep and endless, waiting for him to stop resisting the streams of water.
After their meal, they kept wandering the resort’s paradise, dipping into pools of crystal clarity. Cocktails in hand, they waved to passing staff who smiled knowingly, as though they too could sense the invisible thread that bound the two of them together.
At one point, a floating tray arrived, a gift from the staff—an offering laden with fruits that gleamed like jewels and bottles of chilled alcohol beaded with drops of dew.
They laughed, as Logan fed Adrian a slice of mango so ripe it dripped golden sweetness down his chin.
Adrian leaned forward to wipe it away, their eyes meeting in a moment that felt like the world had stopped, as if the water cradling them knew the profound depth of what they shared.
As the sun dipped lower, painting the horizon in hues of fire and amethyst, they shed their usual clothes for something finer, something that felt like an echo of the elegance Adrian had planned for the evening.
Logan, in a light button-down shirt with sleeves rolled casually, looked like he had been sculpted from marble and left accidentally for Adrian to find.
Adrian’s linen shirt caught the breeze, every fold and crease whispering of effortlessness.
They climbed into the car, hands entwined, their conversation flowing, tingling with laughter and love.
The restaurant Adrian had chosen wasn’t lavish or ostentatious, but it glowed with an intimate, cultivated charm.
Its windows spilled golden light into the velvety night, accompanied by the rich, intoxicating aroma of roasted meats and heady spices.
The air seemed alive with possibility. Inside, they were led to a corner table nestled beneath a soft, shining lantern.
The world beyond that table melted away, leaving only the two of them cocooned in the intimacy of candlelight.