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Sammy was taking his time going through the marketplace and admiring the sunset. It was always nice at this time of night in King's Bay: all relaxed chatter mixed with the silent menace of the oncoming night. Most tourists started heading inside their hotels, and vendors closed up shop--meaning Sammy got to feel like he was traveling unnoticed, for once.
Or, at least, he did, until he got to his shack and walked in to see a certain man casually flicking through his papers.
Rafe.
He looked up when Sammy came in, and smiled, standing from where he'd been leaning. The sunset still provided enough light to see clearly in this part of the bay, making it perfectly easy to see the serious and careful expression on the boy's face. Rafe smirked. Jesus, the kid is still nervous, he thought, and his groin stirred to see it.
"You're even sexier than I remember," he said succinctly, ignoring the way that Sammy's head automatically drew back at the direct come-on.
Still trying to keep the conversation--and his heart rate--on an even keel, Sammy moved over to the opposite wall near the door to the beach and put his hands in his pockets. He'd prefer to have them out for a fight, but was still clinging to the hope that his body language would be enough to keep the man off.
"Ha. Thanks. You got something for me?" He immediately regretted his usual choice of words; the man's Cheshire-cat-grin said that he was NOT taking the question appropriately. "I do. A plane ride and a five-star hotel room, smack-dab on the shorelines of Ibiza."
Sammy raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help a little interest showing in his eyes. Ibiza was known for its surfing; he'd always wanted to go. But the prospect of the FIRST half of the sentence was another matter.
"Nah, no thanks," Sammy said smoothly, managing to keep his voice more cocksure and steady this time. His posture stayed casual, although he really wanted to move outside to the water.
"Sammy." Rafe stepped closer, taking advantage of the inch he had on the kid. Sammy's hands twitched with the desire to get out of his pockets, and he couldn't help some of his composure slipping when Rafe got so close so suddenly. They weren't even a foot apart now. "You're not stupid. I know you know what I want. So," he shrugged, speaking matter-of-factly "you let me fuck you. On the plane, in the hotel, on the BEACH if that's what you want," he said brightly "We can do it however you'd like. Really. As long as I've got you, bent over, that ass in my hands, I don't care about much else."
Sammy had never been hit on so directly, so he couldn't do anything but stare at him. Which Rafe only found sexier.
He stepped even closer and lowered his voice, sounding less dominant and more empathetic now. "If it's money and plane rides you want, it's money and plane rides you'll GET. It's a simple deal. And I won't hurt you; 'least, not unless you want me to." He gave the kid a smirk so devilishly sexual that Sammy almost quaked.
"Think about it, Sammy. You've got some money, but I know you don't want to risk spending it. I can give you that freedom; anywhere you want, as OFTEN as you want. And Sammy," his lips were almost on Sammy's now, with Sammy still frozen and practically trembling from tension "I'll make you come. You can count on that. You'll LIKE me fucking you, even if you're usually straight. After all," he smiled a little "A tongue is a tongue."
A day later, Sammy was in a hotel room, out on the balcony looking up at the top of the building. The Spanish coastline was literally just below him, with big beautiful waves crashing under the moonlit sky, and he tried to keep distracting himself by listening to the waves and looking up at the view.
"One of the tallest hotels in the world." Rafe came out to join him slowly, holding a glass. "You like it?" His smile was completely lighthearted and friendly, the predatory look gone now, and it was throwing Sammy off even further.
"I've never seen such a tall building," he said faintly. "Or been in such a nice place."
"Yeah. I don't know who made up that shit about 'gilded cages', but they sure as hell beat UN-gilded ones." Rafe let out a little laugh, and Sammy glanced at him before refocusing on the sky. He knew it wouldn't work for long, though...
"Hey, Sammy," Rafe stepped closer, and Sammy stiffened a little at being up close near the balcony instead of near the door back inside "you don't have to be nervous." He said it kindly, and brightly, and Sammy's gaze settled on the bigger guy's face. He actually sounded...genuine.
Rafe smiled softly. "Look, I know saying that doesn't actually help or anything--but I want to make this easy for you, okay? I meant what I said; I won't hurt you. Really. And I...I know I come on strong. But that's just 'cuz I know what I want," he said simply, shrugging. Sammy kept looking at him, listening and relaxing just a little infinitesimal bit more.
Rafe stepped close enough for them to be face to face and spoke again. "And don't overthink it; Sammy," he said, laughing a little in genuine amusement at the kid's timid expression, "it's just SEX! And here--" he held up his glass, and Sammy saw that it was holding a clear liquid. "It's not spiked or anything, it's water. But I thought, if you wanted--if you're really not going to be able to relax otherwise--" he held up a little white pill in his other hand "this might help. It's not strong, Sammy, I promise. It'll literally just take the edge off, hm? Come on. Let yourself have a little fun." His voice was convincing, and his smile still kind, and a deal WAS a deal...so Sammy took it, wincing a little as the pill went down.
"Not great with pills, huh." Rafe laughed a little, affectionately, and Sammy coughed out a tiny laugh of his own. "Yeah, g-guess not."
"Give it a couple minutes. You really will feel better."
"Okay." It was a whisper, and Sammy still wasn't looking at Rafe. He tried to focus on the stonework under his feet, and the sound of the waves...
"Why do you w-want me, anyway?" Sammy asked, stalling for time. Rafe knew he was stalling, and didn't fall for it for even a minute; but he let it play. The poor kid really did look scared.
He shrugged lightly. "You're hot. REALLY hot. And you're a twink. And you're a virgin, I'm guessing. Or at least a virgin this way. And--" he stepped a little closer, and Sammy actually let him slide his hand around his waist and move lower to squeeze "you've got a great ass. Perky and tight and just the way I know I'll like it."
"But maybe I won't," Sammy ventured to say caustically, still visibly discomfited by the physical contact and trying to regain some semblance of sarcasm to hide it. Instead of getting offended, Rafe actually laughed softly. "Sammy," he put BOTH hands around Sammy and slid them down to his ass now, pressing against him to be nose to nose. "I know I put on a big show. And don't spread the word about this. But I actually...I know I'm a selfish bastard in real life, but in bed I'm actually kind of nicer. Considerate, even. I make a point of LISTENING and noticing what feels good and what doesn't. So if you don't like something, I'll check in with you a lot. All right? I told you I'd make you come" he whispered this against Sammy's lips now, so matter-of-factly that Sammy actually met and held his gaze. "and I WILL."
The pill was kicking in now, which Rafe must have noticed from the lack of obvious tension in Sammy's body. Normally, Sammy would have let no one near him, let alone let someone grope his ass. But now...he felt light, and tingly all over, and it didn't really feel like any of this mattered. What had he been uncomfortable about? This wasn't that big a deal.
Rafe had indeed picked up on the pill's effects, and smiled a little knowingly. Sammy was glad that he wasn't doing that cocky, predatory thing anymore. THIS Rafe seemed nice. "Pill's working, huh?" he said in a lighthearted tone with a little laugh. Sammy swayed a little in place, being guided by Rafe's hands, and answered with a tiny conceding laugh of his own and a nod. Rafe grinned. Thank God for pills, he thought.
His breath was already landing on Sammy's lips delicately, cool in the Ibiza night air, and he could feel Sammy's shallower breaths on his. The sensation was making it impossible not to kiss the kid...and so kiss him he did.
Leaning in that one remaining millimeter, Rafe brushed his lips against Sammy's mouth as lightly as a feather's touch. Sammy couldn't help stiffening a little, even while buzzed, but Rafe--sensing that he'd have to start making Sammy feel good, fast, to keep him convinced--added another longer kiss, lingering. Sammy didn't exactly reciprocate, but by the third kiss his own lips had started moving a little tentatively to mimic the bigger guy's. Rafe slid his tongue along Sammy's lips, and by the way Sammy stiffened again he worried that he'd gone too fast--but Sammy's long eyelashes also fluttered, just for a moment, and Rafe sensed that he was making more of an impression than he'd thought. Confidence renewed, he slipped his tongue between Sammy's lips and began plundering his mouth--and felt a groan leave his own throat at the sensation. Fuck, this kid tasted good.
Sammy gasped at the intrusion, making his mouth open more, and Rafe couldn't resist. His tongue began probing between Sammy's lips more intensely, and he suddenly clutched at the kid's face, holding him still while he took everything he wanted from him. Sammy's hands pressed up against the balcony behind him, reminding him again that he was trapped, being held with no escape, and something about that knowledge was...sexy. He felt his eyes close as Rafe lapped at his tongue, the older guy's fingers keeping his face in place. Sammy knew that Rafe was treating him like a treat that he wanted to use and eat as he pleased...but it felt...GOOD. And abruptly, he started to get excited about tonight instead of afraid.
Rafe's hands left his face and slid under his shirt, one sliding up his inguinal crease and abs and up around his chest before gripping his back. The other hand went into his pants, clutching his ass; Sammy jumped a little at that, and Rafe couldn't help some of that devilish grinning.
"Touchy about that ass, huh?" he asked, and Sammy's eyes opened a little as he heard some of that dominatrix-style Rafe coming into play again. "Too bad. Tonight, it's all mine." Rafe smirked, but there was still some kindness in his eyes as he kissed Sammy again. Sammy couldn't help some little noises from escaping, and if Rafe hadn't been hard already, he sure as hell was now at hearing the kid's little whimpers.
This was going to be fun.