The Greek Island Resort is a popular tropical
island getaway and gay destination spot. Nick Bosco also treats
it like an all-you-can-eat buffet, engaging in a series of one-night
stands from the moment he arrives until the day he meets newlyweds
Drew and Alec and everything changes.
Drew just wants to have a good time, but Alec recognizes Nick
for what he is. A player that needs to be taught a lesson in humility.
Alec knows the game well and relishes the challenge of bringing
down such large prey. The cat-and-mouse games proves to be a great
distraction for all three men-until actual emotions start to intrude
on what started as harmless fun.
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Drew hissed as cold lotion splashed across his chest and stomach,
stark white against his tan skin. Alec smirked at his obvious
discomfort, but didn't even offer an apology before he started
spreading it over the ridges of his stomach. Of course, he couldn't
resist the tickling area of his ribs, or the sensitive spot
just below his belly button. Drew's muscles twitched at the
assault, but he resisted the urge to twist or slap Alec's hands
away. A guy his size and age shouldn't be ticklish or squirming
and giggling like a little girl.
"So are you going to ask me how it went at all?"
Alec asked.
"How what went?"
"You know what I mean."
"I'm not going to ask you how it went because I didn't
think you should go bug him at all. It's not like he knew. I
don't even wear my ring when I'm on the beach."
"Drew, we're at a resort that sells itself as a romantic
getaway. He should have at least asked."
"Okay, he probably should have asked. But hell, it's not
like that would have made a difference."
"I know. It's just…the principle of the thing."
"I still think you should have left the guy alone."
Alec slapped Drew's stomach playfully. "Turn over so I
can get your back."
"You mean turn over so you can play with my ass."
"That, too. But you're always such a big baby when you
get burned."
Drew rolled onto his stomach. "I'm not a big baby. So?"
"So what?"
"So how did it go?"
More cold lotion along his shoulders and along his spine. Drew
didn't mind since it was immediately warmed by Alec's large
hands sliding up and down his back. He rested his chin on his
arms and stared out over the pool, watching the sun glint off
the crystal water. He preferred the ocean, but Alec didn't like
the beach. They compromised by spending long hours lounging
beside the pool, alternately dozing, diving, and fucking.
"Oh, you do care, then?"
"You're not going to let up until you tell me. No point
in resisting the inevitable."
"Isn't that what you said when you proposed?"
"No, actually, it's what I said during our vows. I take
it that your conversation with him didn't devolve into a fist
fight?"
"No. Nothing like that."
"Did you fuck?"
"No. But I think he wanted to."
Drew snorted. "Guys like that always want to. In fact,
I wouldn't be surprised if that particular guy lives to fuck
to the exclusion of everything else."
"Ah, so he's just your type then?"
"Are you saying I like them cheap and easy, dear?"
"Yes, but only until I reformed you."
Drew shivered as Alec cupped his ass with both hands, squeezing
the flesh gently. "I definitely feel reformed. So you two
didn't fight and you didn't fuck. What did you do?"
"We talked."
"You talked?"
"That's all. I introduced myself, I explained the situation,
and he shrugged. Then he asked me if I wanted to stay for a
drink."
"Well, that's anti-climatic."
"I know. I wish I had a better story to tell you."
Alec straddled Drew's thighs. "Though it'll have a pretty
interesting ending."
"More interesting than the two of you enjoying tea and
conversation?"
"Beer. He offered me a beer."
"Oh, of course. So it's more interesting than the two
of you drinking beer?"
Alec gently pulled Drew's cheeks apart and circled his opening
with the tip of his thumb. As soon as Alec touched him, Drew
wanted more. He felt the familiar texture of Alec's cock next,
the tip just barely brushing against his hole. "I promise
you. It's much more interesting than that."
Drew moaned. "Are you going to tell me, or are you just
going to tease me?"
"Tease you." He made good on his promise, sliding
the head of his cock between Drew's cheeks. Drew's length hardened
in response, pressing painfully against the ground. "Remember
Rob?"
"I don't remember anything when you do that."
"I'm not going to stop, so think hard."
"Rob Watkins?"
"Yes."
The friction between their bodies sent sparks through his veins.
Five more minutes of this torture, and he wouldn't be capable
of conversation at all. "Vaguely."
"He was just like our new friend, Nick."
"That's his name?"
"That's what he told me. Anyway…Rob thought himself
quite the player." Alec dragged the tip of his cock down
to Drew's balls and painted the loose skin with pre-come. "You
know he fucked just about everybody."
"Yeah. He fucked me."
"Well, you don't count, dear."
"I don't?"
"No. You're a slut, too."
Under other circumstances, Drew might have protested the accusation.
But just the day before, he had damn near fucked a stranger
on the beach, and now he was seconds away from begging for Alec's
cock. Fortunately for him, Alec didn't seem to mind that he
had married a slut. In fact, Drew knew that he was just about
the luckiest man on the planet. His libido might overwhelm his
good sense on occasion, but he still knew who-and what-he needed.
Alec was it. With his easy sense of humor, his sly wit, and
his endless patience. He hadn't truly been able to grasp the
concept of infinity until he met Alec and tested the man's patience
and tolerance more than he had any right to.
"Oh, right. Did he fuck you?"
"Nope. And I'll bet you a hundred bucks that that still
eats away at Rob. Especially now that I'm taken."
"You certainly have a high opinion of yourself."
"No, it's not that. But Rob, and Nick, and you, to a certain
extent, all have the same little personality quirk. You want
the most what you cannot have. Just telling him no made him
want me. It's like a little game."
Drew lifted his head as understanding began to set in. "What
are you going to do? Lead Nick on a merry chase?"
"Yes."
"What makes you think he'll follow?"
"You followed."
