Page 55 of A Different Form of Oxygen
“Pretty sure sunscreen isn’t supposed to go in those places.”
“Who has the dirty mind now? I was talking about this spot on the back of my neck.”
He rolls his eyes and continues to fish beside me in silence. I’m in the middle of scrolling through my phone when I notice my fishing line being tugged on. “I think I caught something, Papi!” I yell with excitement.
I pick up the fishing pole and reel it in the way he showed me, the weight in my hands decreasing the closer the fish gets to the surface. A large bass splashes against the water, and my smile grows wider and my pride gets the best of me. “Looks like I caught us dinner first, and you are the one who is supposed to be the expert.”
He chuckles, pulling the fish off the hook. “I like to call that beginner’s luck.”
Something tugs on his pole once he gets my fish into the ice chest and he reels up another bass. “Looks like we got another one for dinner.”
Time passes peacefully with Gavin beside me and I’m exhausted from sitting in the sun for so long, but I don’t mind because I enjoyed doing something new with him, another first. Even though I still think we could have done other things on the boat that would have been a lot more fun. Then we wouldn’t have any fish to cook. We ended up catching four, but for the duration we were out here, I feel like we should have caught triple that amount. Now I remember why I love the grocery store so much. I enjoyed fishing beside Gavin, but it’s not something I’ll be adding to my normal routine.
It doesn’t take us long to get back to the house. I hurry up inside to use the restroom while Gavin stays behind tying up the boat and getting it cleaned up. By the time I walk out of the bathroom, he’s already stepping inside, setting the ice chest down on the kitchen table. He pulls out the fish we caught.
“Now for the fun cleaning part. Lucky for you, I’ll do this part. Go take a shower and get comfortable while I make us dinner.”
I pout. “So you’re going to make me shower alone.”
He pulls out a sharp knife and starts cutting up the fish. “Unless you want to wait to shower with a man who has fish guts all over him.”
I wrinkle my nose. “As sexy as that sounds, I think I’ll pass.”
I can still hear him laughing when I turn the shower on in the bathroom. There is movement outside the nearby window that catches my attention. My hands rests on the curtains to pull them closed and there is a small light coming from between the trees. I swallow hard, watching the light come closer. I bring down the blinds and close the curtains, quickly moving away from the window. My heart beats fast as I rest my back against the cool wall, and suddenly watching Gavin gut fish sounds more appealing than showering alone. It’s probably a few campers, who got lost. I think back to the man in the red boat from earlier and quickly shake the thoughts away. I won’t let my fear and paranoia ruin my trip with Gavin. I won’t let David win.
Stepping into the warm water feels heavenly and I close my eyes letting my body sink further into the soft pressure. My memories fade back to when Gavin had his hands covered in suds, rubbing them all over my body and the vision in my head almost has my hand falling to my dick, but then I remember Papi said no touching without permission. I didn’t want to disobey and earn myself a lesson on vacation. Or maybe I do. I smile cheekily, taking my aching cock into my hand, tugging and stroking it gently between my slick fingers.
Loud footsteps against the tile have me jumping against the wall. “Looks like someone’s being a naughty boy, disobeying Papi Gavin, and needs to be taught a lesson. We are at strike three now.”
His deep sultry voice is smooth in my ears causing a shudder to run through me. Knowing he’s watching only makes me want to touch myself more. If I keep going, will that earn me two lessons?
