43. Logan
Logan
“Cups up!” Chase yells with a laugh as he warns me that another wave is coming.
We went cliff jumping this morning, and as fun as it was, I’m glad he’s content to chill beachside this afternoon.
Raising my cup in the air, I jump as I feel the wave surge behind me. It knocks me sideways a little, and Chase reaches out to grab me before—
Nope. He grabbed my cup; meanwhile, I get caught up in the wave and roll toward the shore.
When I wash up like a beached whale, I can hear Chase laughing.
Flipping him the bird, I right my shorts and make my way back out to him. Once I’m close enough, I splash him with water.
“You asshole,” I laugh. “Glad to know you value your alcohol over me.”
Feigning offense, Chase says, “I would never!”
I have to practically climb on top of him in order to get my cup back as he easily plays keep-away, but I don’t mind. I love seeing him so carefree and playful, and I definitely love the way his body feels as I slide across him in the water.
“The waves are stronger than they were yesterday,” a woman says, approaching Chase and me. She and her friend are also playing save the drink, apparently, and they salute us with their cups.
It isn’t until they’re within touching distance that I notice one of them has my sunglasses in her hand.
Fucking wave.
“I think these are yours,” the blonde says, holding them out. “Like I said, stronger waves today for sure.”
“Thanks,” I say, slipping my glasses back onto my face. “And I would’ve been fine if my boyfriend cared about me at all,” I tease.
“Oh!” the second woman says as another wave rolls over us, this one much gentler than the last. “You guys are together? Like together-together?”
I bristle.
I can handle shit. I’ve heard it my whole life. But I will drown this woman right here if she says anything negative to my man.
“We are,” Chase says easily, throwing his free hand around my waist, dragging me to him in the water.
“Us, too,” the brunette says, reaching for her girlfriend. “We love it down here. Do you guys come down here often?” she asks as I breathe a little easier.
“It’s our first time,” I answer.
“For a lot of things,” Chase whispers lowly in my ear, making my cock take notice.
“Awesome! I’m Camille, and this is Kayla,” she says, holding her cup up. “Cheers to queers in Aruba.”
We all laugh and clink glasses, and I check in with a quick glance to Chase, just wanting to know he’s okay with the label and isn’t freaking out.
Picking up on the edge I’m riding, Chase grabs my jaw and mumbles, “I’m not running ever again.
Relax,” before he kisses me deeply in front of our company.
“Dick’s not really my thing, but I gotta say, you guys make that look hot,” Kayla says with a laugh.
“Have you guys done any of the excursions?” Camille asks.
“We went cliff jumping off The Point this morning. I think we’re going snorkeling tomorrow, ATVs on Wednesday, and kitesurfing lessons Thursday,” I tell them.
The girls laugh.
“You do know you’re supposed to relax on vacation, right?” Camille says.
“That is relaxing,” Chase replies with a grin before throwing the rest of his drink back. “And he’s leaving something out.”
“I am?” I ask, whipping my head to Chase.
“Yep. But it’s a surprise,” he says with a wink.
“Well, now I’m intrigued,” I say, hoping he’ll give me a clue.
“And intrigued, you’ll stay until we arrive,” he says, putting my half-full cup inside his empty one before wrapping his arms around my torso.
“You guys are just too cute!” Camille says. “I was going to offer recommendations, but it seems like you have it all under control. Enjoy your vacation!”
She and Kayla wave goodbye as they make their way back to shore, and I turn in Chase’s arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Chase walks us backward into deeper water. It’s still completely clear even though it’s up to my shoulders and just below Chase’s nipple line.
With his hands on my ass, he scoops me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as we rock with the tide. We’re past the point where the small waves were breaking, and it’s perfectly calm as Chase begins grinding me against him.
“You ever gotten off in the ocean?” he asks.
“I mean, hasn’t every guy jerked off in the sea?” I ask, licking the sweat from his neck, wishing we could stay here forever.
“I mean by someone else’s hand, smartass,” Chase says. “Or their dick.”
“You wanna be my first, Dr. Matthews?” I tease.
“Only seems fair since you were mine.”
His words make me soar.
I was Chase’s first.
If things go my way, I’ll be his only… and he’ll be my last.
As he lifts and lowers me against his prominent erection, I try to push his swim trunks down enough to bare his dick. We’re far enough from anyone else that no one can see us, even if they can guess what we’re doing.
Supporting me easily because the water is supporting half my weight, Chase uses a hand to dive into my swim trunks as well.
“Get these down,” he orders. “Want to rub us together.”
Shoving my swim trunks down under my ass, Chase spins us so his back is to the beach, preventing anyone from getting an unwanted view of my pasty ass cheeks.
Since Chase is supporting me, I reach between us to stroke our dicks together under the water, but his hand makes a sudden appearance, batting mine away.
“If it’s by your hand, it doesn’t count,” he says with a grin, causing me to raise my hands in the air.
“How are you going to hold me up and jack us off at the same time?” I ask.
“If you use my shoulders for leverage, I can hold you with one arm,” he says, right before doing exactly that.
I’ve never felt so manhandled in my life.
After fucking Chase yesterday when we arrived, I can confidently say I enjoy being a top, but being out here like this, at Chase’s mercy, makes me eager to play both roles. I think it’s just Chase. I’ll happily be a top, bottom, or side as long as he’s coming with my name on his lips.
Because of the water resistance, his hand is slow. Needing more, I’m about to tell him we should finish this in our room, until he brings his hand up, smashing our tips together.
My hips buck, and my short nails dig into his freckled shoulders I love so much.
“Just like that,” I say, thrusting forward again, chasing his hand.
He obliges and squeezes our heads before swirling his palm over the top, abandoning our shafts in favor of teasing the more sensitive parts.
With the sun above us, the cerulean water around us, and Chase pressed against me, I’ve found heaven. I cling to him tightly, never wanting to let go.
But when he whispers, “I fucking love you,” right before exploding underwater, I do let go.
My orgasm floats out of me with a series of grunts and moans as our sensitive heads throb against one another.
Chase replaces his hand around my back, hugging me to him, burying his face in my neck.
“I fucking love you, too,” I tell him, meaning every word with every cell in my body.
“Is the blindfold really necessary?” I ask as Chase helps me into a vehicle of some sort.
“Yes,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’ll know exactly what we’re doing as soon as you see where we pull in.”
“So, you’re going to keep me blindfolded until we get on the boat?” I ask, totally trying to trick him into telling me where we’re going.
“Not falling for it,” he replies, making me grope around blindly until I find something to pinch.
Before I can gain any purchase, though, Chase’s strong grip clamps down on my wrist.
“Behave,” he growls.
“Yeah, that tone does not instill a desire to be docile,” I argue.
Suddenly, his large hand is between my legs, cupping my dick and balls through my shorts.
“Ssssss,” I hiss, pushing myself into his hand.
Chase chuckles seductively next to me.
“Here comes our driver. I promise I’ll take care of you as soon as we get back, okay?” he says.
“I’m holding you to that,” I pout.
“I’ll hold you to something a lot better later.” Chase’s warm breath fans out across my lips before making contact and eliciting a hungry groan from me.
We bounce over gravel, make several turns, and finally arrive at our destination about twelve minutes later.
“Can I take this off now?” I ask as the car comes to a stop.
“Nope,” Chase says, popping the p.
He helps me out of the car and walks me forward, greeting people along the way. The faint smell of Jet A-1 fuel hits my nostrils. The distinction probably isn’t noticeable to anyone else, but to someone who’s spent years breathing the stuff, I’d know it anywhere.
“Mr. Matthews, so nice to meet you,” a heavily accented man says to my right.
I hear their hands slap together in a handshake before Chase says, “Erik, nice to meet you as well. Thank you for accommodating our late request.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
As soon as I hear the door to the chopper open, I know where we are.
“We’re at an airfield!” I announce loudly, immediately pulling off my blindfold to see if I’m right.
Laughing, Chase says, “How the hell could you tell that from the sound of the door handle?”
“I couldn’t,” I confirm, peering inside the helicopter. “I smelled the fuel.”
Chase raises a brow at me.
“That’s kind of hot… and also ridiculous.”
“Not really. I mean, if I blindfolded you and walked you through the doors of an OR, wouldn’t you be able to tell?” I ask, walking around, inspecting the touring helicopter. I’ve never flown one, but they’re cool. Almost the whole cockpit is glass since it’s designed for flight-seeing tours.
A sudden pang of loss rocks me as the realization that when I go home, there is no bird waiting for me. It’s the first time in fourteen years that a helicopter, somewhere in the world, is not assigned to me.
When we left Boston, all I wanted was to get out, get away, figure things out with Chase, and have a moment to breathe and just be together.
Now that we’ve achieved that, reality is crashing over me and I’m starting to panic. It was na?ve to flee the fucking country without figuring this shit out first.
“Logan, what’s wrong? Where’d you go?” Chase asks, pulling me into a hug.
I shake my head free of the dark thoughts, not wanting to drag Chase down with me. He’s going through just as much as I am, but he isn’t breaking down.
So neither will I.
He and I can figure this out.
This trip is supposed to be a fresh start, so I’ll save the wallowing for later.
“Nothing, baby. I’m great. Excited to be in the sky.” At least the last part is the truth. It was so fucking thoughtful of Chase to schedule this.
“Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly. “I thought it might be good to give you time in a helicopter that has nothing to do with work, but now that we’re here, maybe it was the wrong call?
Maybe you don’t want to be in a helicopter if you can’t be in control?
” he says, his rambling tugging on my heartstrings.
“Hey, Chase?” He stops talking and looks at me.
“Yeah?”
“This is perfect. Let’s see Aruba at sunset.”