11. FALLON

I didn't want to leave the moment I'd spent with Sterling. I don't think he wanted to leave either, but since this was a vacation for me and he worked here, that wasn't exactly realistic.

Sterling left before Henry even woke up, and we'd definitely both heard them the second time. I wondered if he'd heard me in bed too, because for Sterling—Daddy's wants, I was very loud, or at least loud for me.

Since I lived with Henry back home, we'd both heard each other having sex before. The first time it happened, sure, it was awkward, and we almost couldn't make eye contact with each other. But then, very quickly, we laughed about it, and in fact, bonded because we could talk about the guys we'd been with, and also faster we figured out that we didn't have the same type at all. That was a major win because I'd known of some friendships between gay guys break when a guy one person liked got with their friend.

Usually, after being with someone, I would have a knot in my stomach, wondering if I'd revealed too much about myself, especially my little side, but he only caught glimpses of that when I was with my teddy friends. That was usually the only regret I had, but Sterling didn't make me feel any type of way about it. He embraced it.

Henry messaged me to stay in my room because he was bringing his guy out and he wanted to get him to leave fast. I stayed in my room, as requested, but left the door ajar so I could peek out of it and take a better look at him. Henry was wrapped in a robe, ushering the night's delight out of the villa.

"Was it good?" I asked, standing in the hallway once Henry had closed the door behind him.

He almost slipped at the surprise. "Jeez, Fal," he said, a hand at his chest. "He was great. Three times. Three whole times he went for."

"I guess that makes sense why Sterling heard and I didn't the first time," I said.

"That was probably the second time," he said. "I think I yelped and then started giggling."

"Oh my god, what? Why?"

Henry held a hand up and with his fingers he made a little cone shape, smushing them all to a point. "I don't know what he was trying, but I think I draw the line at fisting."

"Fisting!" I screamed.

Henry screamed it with me.

We both ran around the villa laughing about it.

There wasn't anything wrong with fisting, but I knew for a fact that neither me nor Henry engaged in that.

Expending all our energy quick, we slumped over the little kitchenette counters and sucked on the bottles of ice water. We were staring at each other.

"We have our massages today," Henry reminded me. "I'm not sure I need it after the way Javi worked me out last night."

"Sterling was amazing. I didn't want him to leave."

"Oh no, I couldn't wait for Javi to go," he said. "My ass is going to need a vacation from the vacation."

"Are you meeting him again?"

He didn't immediately answer and started laughing. "No comment."

"Good," I said "I want you to get laid as much as possible. I'm serious. Like, get that dick, ride it until it falls off if you must."

"Are you meeting Sterling again?"

I didn't know. "We'll definitely be seeing him again. I mean, he works here."

"That's true. You can't really avoid him now."

"I want to meet him again in bed and maybe introduce him to a couple more of the things I like," I said, pouting a little. "Like, I want to show him more of my teddies, and also the other toys we brought."

"So, he's a Daddy?"

I shrugged. It wasn't completely there, and maybe he was only doing it to get laid. "If we meet up again, I'll let you know."

Henry sucked hard on the bottle of ice, trying to get the melted water. "You know, Carla, when you left, she was happy. I think she's been trying to get Sterling laid for a while."

That might've explained why he was so hard and came quickly, neither of which I minded. My favorite part of any sexual interaction was the aftercare portion which should always involve cuddles and clean up. "She doesn't have to try that anymore."

Henry's stomach let out a huge grumble. "I'm starving."

My stomach grumbled almost in response to his. "Should we go get lunch?"

"Yes, I need to fill my mouth hole."

"Love the way you phased that."

We got changed out of robes which were lightweight and silky, perfect for this type of weather, but not for going outside in. I made sure to dress in some cute shorts that would show off my ass, and a shirt I could leave the top couple of buttons undone.

Once we were in the main building of the resort, I was scanning around for any sign of Sterling. I don't want anything from him, I just wanted to see him, and maybe hope he would acknowledge me. We went to the outdoor area where there was a chef on a grill and the smell of meats cooking had my stomach salivating in knots. There was a circular area between all the tables and chairs.

"How come we've never come to this?" I asked, sitting at a table.

"I don't think they always do this," he said. "It's like a barbecue." He looked at me, squinting his eyes. "Are you still looking around for him?"

"What do you mean?"

"I can see you," he said. "You know you're not wearing sunglasses. I can see your eyes."

I must've been being very obvious. I shrank a little in the wood seat. "I forgot to bring them with me."

"I think it's funny. My anxiety would be on high if I'd just had sex with someone I knew worked here."

"Oh my god. Thanks for that."

"No, I just mean—" he was interrupted as the mister from a pole between several tables sprayed him in the face. "Oh, that was nice."

"Finish your sentence," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

"I meant that because you two fucked, and you know in the past, guys are usually one and done with us."

That was a shot to the gut, reading both of our situations like that. "But Sterling said specifically that he wanted to see me again."

"Good," he said. "Otherwise he would've had these two answer to." He held his fists up and giggled. "I'm kidding. I don't engage in physical violence, you know that."

It was still funny. "Ok, so what's the deal with this thing?"

Henry gestured to one of the servers in their resort labeled shirts. "I think we order, right?"

My stomach grumbled again."I don't want to eat too much though. I don't want to be all gassy for the massage." My shoulders sinking trying to mimic the action of someone pushing their hands into me.

The server came over to us, giving us a small menu. They told us that the grill wasn't daily, but they only had very select items and once they were out, they were out. It was mostly burgers and steaks, which I was a little scared about. I'd seen the way people made steaks, and I didn't want to see a single bit of red.

"I'd like a well done steak and some corn," Henry said. "Oh, and chips and salsa."

"I'll—" my stomach grumbled once more, but this time there was a certain fear in it, like it didn't want to touch any of the options on the menu. "Burger, no salad, and make sure it's well done, pretty please."

The server, a woman nodded and smiled at us. I hoped she understood because she didn't seem to be taking detailed notes of what we both wanted.

Tortilla chips and a dips arrived first, a salsa dip and a guacamole dip. We were immediately silenced by them, and just before our food arrived, we'd polished off the basket of chips and both sauces were empty.

Relief washed over me, seeing the burger and bun. It was plain, not even sauce. It meant I had to ask for ketchup, but I'd rather that than have a burger full of things I had to pull off. And just to be cautious, I cut through it. Not a single sign of blood.

Our day was going from strength to strength it seemed, and with a massage on the horizon. I was beginning to feel the real magic of being on vacation.

As I ate my burger, Henry went on about his experience with his dad and the time he was taken to a fancy restaurant and they were served steak but he didn't get his well done and because of it, he was sick for three days. I knew the story well, he'd told it before, not only that, but I'd been living with him at the time.

"You could've saved that until after I'd eaten," I told him.

"But I couldn't, I'm reminded of it every single time I eat steak now."

As was I.

Opening my mouth to say something, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, seeing Sterling walk across, seeing people, greeting them, and while it didn't seem like he was coming to us, he was getting closer.

"He's coming," I said.

"Who? Jesus?"

"No, and I think they pronounce it like hey-Suess, like Doctor Suess."

Henry laughed too much that he drew attention to us at our table. I panicked, wiping my face with a napkin and seeing the ketchup from my mouth on the paper. I wondered if Sterling had seen me look a mess before coming over, or maybe that's why he was coming over.

Sterling was quickly at the table while Henry continued laughing and repeating the hey-Suess part of what I'd said.

"I was looking for you," Sterling said.

"Really?"

Henry tried his best to calm himself, his face all red with laughter tears streaming down his cheeks. "I can't stop," he snorted.

"Yeah. I wanted to let you know when I'm next free," he said. "I didn't want to text you when I could find you. I think I've come at a wrong time though."

Gulping hard and licking my lips, I stared up at him. "You can come whenever you want."

"I actually spoke to Alejandro, and you're going to the temple, right? Chichen Itza? There's always a rep from the resort that goes with the tour guide. What would you say if I came as the rep?"

I didn't know immediately how to respond. I wanted to scream and accept. And in my silence, Henry spoke up. "Yes," he said. "Fallon would love that. In fact, now that you've mentioned it, if you don't come with us, you can no longer speak to him."

"Yes," I said, kicking Henry under the table. "But only if you want."

"Of course. It's been a while since I've been out there, and I want to spend more time with you."

Henry cooed, holding hands to his face and making a heart shape with his fingers to look through. "I love it. Now kiss!"

I fanned my face. "I don't think he wants to be put on the spot like that," I said.

"I will," Sterling said. "But only if you'll let me."

Obviously, I wanted his lips on me and that tickle of his mustache on my skin. It was a requirement my body sought after now. "But people are watching."

"Then I won't use tongue."

If I wasn't sprayed by the mister, I might've melted to the seat.

Sterling leaned in and gave me a kiss on the seat. He then went behind me and leaned in again this time to my ear. "I can't stop thinking about you," he said. "I'm free tonight from midnight, if you're awake." He kissed my cheek.

"Yes," I said. "Yeah."

"Good, because I might have got something for you." He stood again, a big smile on his face.

"You did?" I asked.

He tapped a finger to his nose and walked off.

"That seemed intense," Henry said. "What was that all about?"

"I have a hot date at midnight," I giggled.

Fuck. I was going to have another night with Daddy. I could've screamed.