Page 57 of Havoc
“Remy?”
“Yeah?” he responded, flipping the page.
“Come shower with me.”
“That shower is barely big enough for the two of us. So, if you expect me to keep my hands to myself—” Remy cut himself off as he turned to find Lawrence standing naked in the doorway.
“I don’t,” he stated, returning to the bedroom.
Remy tossed the pamphlet back onto the table and entered the bedroom, tossing his shirt off. When he was undressed, he joined Lawrence in the shower. They hadn’t tested the bed’s sturdiness as he planned after their swim, but he was more than willing to end the night doing so.
He pulled Lawrence back against his chest. One arm around his waist, his other hand going down to grip his dick. Remy strokedhim slowly, and Lawrence leaned his head back against his shoulder.
“We don’t have an early morning tomorrow,” Remy started, running his thumb over the head of Lawrence’s dick. “Which means I’m free to take as much time as I want to.”
“It sounds like you’re going to attempt to torture me.”
“No attempt to, baby.” Remy moved his free hand up, thumbing over one of Lawrence’s nipples. “But you always enjoy it.”
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Lawrence took a picture of the horizon as he and Remy drifted slowly in the double kayak. They’d met their friends earlier that morning for breakfast but had the rest of the day to themselves. They’d gone snorkeling before lunch, where he had taken several pictures of underwater life.
After that, they’d gone to one of the cabanas to have a drink, where the same waitress once again hit on Lawrence. This time, Remy had stepped in and told her he and Lawrence were in a relationship, and they didn’t like women since it seemed she hadn’t taken Lawrence seriously when he’d told her. She’d left them alone after that but continued to throw glances their way until they’d gone to make their kayaking appointment.
They’d been out on the water for over an hour, and Lawrence was ready to head back to land and their hut. They had dinner reservations at one of the restaurants at seven-thirty and would have a few hours to kill before them. Lawrence wanted to spend it relaxing in their room.
“Are you ready to head back?” he asked, allowing his phone to hang around his neck in the waterproof case he’d put on it.
“We can if you’re ready, baby,” Remy responded.
It took them ten minutes to paddle back to where they’d gotten the kayak from. They turned their life jackets over to the attendant, who Lawrence got the feeling played for their team from the wink and flirtatious smile he gave them.
“You get hit on everywhere you go, don’t you?” Lawrence asked.
“Me?” Remy inquired. “I’m pretty sure all these people are flirting with you. In case you haven’t noticed, baby, you’re stunning. Far too pretty to let you out of my sight,” Remy teased.
Lawrence felt his cheeks heating up but glared playfully at Remy. “You call me pretty again, and I’m going to throw sand at you.” He wouldn’t. Lawrence didn’t mind his boyfriend calling him pretty, especially since he only did it when they were alone. The word also made him feel petite, which he learned he didn’t mind when it came to Remy.
Remy chuckled. “But you are.” He pulled Lawrence into his side. “I told you when the waitress was flirting with you the first time, I’ll fuck you in front of all these people to let them know who you belong to.”
Yes, he had told him that. He’d whispered it in his ear with all their friends and other vacationers around and then turned his attention to whatever conversation he and Kieran had sparked up while they waited on their drink as if he hadn’t just said anything at all.
They continued to one of the transportation pick-ups and took a shuttle back to their hut. When they stepped inside, Lawrence checked the time on his phone. They had an hour until sunset. One of the things he wanted to do while they were there was watch the sun set and rise. Their hut was the perfect place to watch it set over the water from their back patio.
“I’m going to shower,” Lawrence announced.
“You want company?”
“I’ll take a rain check.” He knew they’d surely miss the sunset if he allowed Remy to shower with him.
After his shower, Lawrence dressed in boxers and lounge shorts, rubbing on lotion as he waited for Remy to finish showering. He chose something for them to wear to dinner and hung the outfits on the closet door. He’d steamed his and was working on Remy’s when his boyfriend came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. The white cotton contrasted against walnut skin. Lawrence couldn’t help thinking how fine his man was.
Lawrence typically dated men who could be classified as cute and were a bit shorter than him. Remy was the first man he’d datedwho was taller than him and sculpted to perfection. He always felt tiny standing next to the other man, and he didn’t think he’d enjoy it until he began dating Remy. That likely attested to why he didn’t mind being called pretty by him. It was never in a teasing way, and Lawrence always took it for the compliment it was.
When Lawrence finished steaming the outfit, and Remy was dressed similarly to him, he grabbed his phone and led the older man out onto the patio. Remy took one of the seats, and when Lawrence tried to bypass him to the other one, Remy pulled him down onto his lap.
Lawrence leaned back against him, getting comfortable. They sat in a comfortable silence as the sun began to set. He snapped a few pictures before Remy took the phone from him and took a couple of them together. They’d made it a point to take photos together every day they’d been there. It was their first trip together, and for Lawrence, it was important for them to capture the moments.
