Page 38 of Love Notes and Late Nights
Ethan’s phone rang, and he brought it to his ear. “Hi, beautiful. Done with the decorations?” He listened for a bit, thenreplied, “I missed you too. I’m sure it looks amazing.” He paused again. “OK. I’ll see you in a little bit.”
“Does that mean we can go back to our room?” Harris asked.
“He wants us all to go to my room first. There are instructions or something he wants to go over.”
“Instructions?” Wolf grunted a laugh. “For a party?”
“Let’s go,” Ethan said, standing and wiping his forehead with his towel. “Tyler went to a lot of trouble for this party. Humor him.”
When they all returned to Ethan and Tyler’s suite, Tyler was standing in the middle of the room waiting.
“Greetings, everyone. Time to get ready for the party. Remember there’s a theme. Check your text messages. I’ve taken the liberty of adding a few suggestions on how to spruce up your attire to make them more beachy and shark related.” He put beachy and shark related in air quotes. Then he waved his hand between Harris and Wolf. “You two are the only ones allowed to see the decorations ahead of time. Don’t let anyone in your room before I get there, including Ethan. We don’t want to spoil the surprise. Everyone is gonna love it. I promise. Food is gonna arrive at 2:45, so I’ll be there a few minutes ahead of them.”
As Wolf walked back to the suite with Harris, he wondered what to expect. Knowing Tyler, it was definitely going to be outlandish and over the top. He stopped and hesitated in front of the door, key card in hand. “I’m a little afraid something is going to jump out at us when we open the door. Like a shark.”
Harris chuckled. “That would be kinda cool.”
“Say that after you pick me up off the floor.”
Wolf carefully opened the door, just in case, but there weren’t any surprise shark attacks. They both stepped into the suite and looked around. The first thing that caught Wolf’s attention was a giant shark made out of resin with its mouth hanging open to expose pointy rows of teeth. It was large enough so you could stand behind it and take a photo so it looked as if you were inside the shark’s mouth. Nets with blue and white balloons hung in the corners of the room. The dining and side chairs were removed and replaced by folding beach chairs throughout the suite. Paper plates and matching cups bore the design of a sunny beach. Curly streamers hung from the ceiling at various lengths with tiny sharks dangling on the ends. Colorful beach balls were scattered around the room. A backdrop of the ocean covered one wall, and tons of sand was dropped in front of it. A fun sign was staked in the sand that said, “No Swimming. Hazardous Area. Beach Closed by Order of Amity PD.” More signs were hung on the walls with comical sayings, like, “This Party is Jawsome!” and classic quotes from the movie, like, “You’re gonna need a bigger boat.”
“Holy shit. This is fucking awesome,” Wolf said, still circling the room.
“I know,” Harris agreed. “We better hurry and get changed.”
While Harris showered, Wolf helped himself to the snacks. He was munching on potato chips when Harris came out of his room wearing nothing but a towel. It was tied low on his hips showing off a magnificent chest and a spectacular set of abs.
The chip that was meant for Wolf’s mouth fell from his hand, and he was left with his jaw hanging open. Was Harris always so ripped? When did the guy get that amazing tan? Were his eyes always so blue? Or had Wolf never noticed before? Images of Harris that day surfing on the beach in Malibu came to mind and stirred something in Wolf that confused and excited him.
“I’m not wearing this,” Harris said, breaking Wolf’s trance.
“What?”
“This.” Harris held up a hat that was shaped like a hammerhead shark. “It was in my room. I also got a T-shirt. That’s OK. What’d he leave for you?”
“I don’t know.” Wolf went into his room and Harris followed. Tyler had also left him a silly hat, so he put it on and looked in the mirror. The shark’s open mouth was the part that went over his head, so it looked as if the shark were biting his head off. “I’m not wearing this either.” He turned around to show Harris, and they started laughing—until Wolf saw the towel had slid down Harris’ torso significantly and revealed a dark blond happy trail. Another inch, and something large and semi-hard was going to make an appearance.
“I feel bad,” Harris said. “He went to so much trouble. Maybe we should wear them.”
Wolf’s eyes snapped back up to Harris’ face. “Uh. I don’t know. Let me take a shower, and I’ll see how I feel.” He didn’t wait for Harris to leave and rushed into the bathroom and shut the door. He stripped off his clothes, and his erection bounced in the air. He stared at it as if asking, “What the fuck?” It didn’t matter, because there was only one thing to do. He turned the water on, stepped into the shower, soaped up his hand, and went to work stroking himself. The images in his head were all of Harris—standing on the surfboard in Malibu, on the beach afterwards when he peeled back the top part of his wetsuit, and standing outside the bathroom door in just a towel that barely covered anything.
In Wolf’s mind, Harris opened the bathroom door, ripped off the towel, entered the shower, dropped to his knees, and took Wolf in his mouth while his hands stroked and massaged Wolf’s most sensitive areas.
The world began to spin, and Wolf fell into the side of the shower, needing to hold onto the tiled wall, as he climaxed hot and heavy.
Trying to catch his breath, he slid to the shower floor panting and dizzy. What the fuck just happened?
He quickly washed and exited the shower. As he wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, he stared at his flushed reflection. His breath was still heavy, and his nerve endings were still buzzing. He wiped his face with the towel as he tried to rationalize why he was looking at Harris, one of his closest friends, in a sexual way and realized there was a simple explanation. He was horny. He hadn’t been with a guy in . . . a really long time. He scrunched his brows together. Could that be right? He always had a rich sex life, even before his fame and notoriety, so it surprised him that he hadn’t noticed the lack of company in his bed. He couldn’t overanalyze it and shook the thoughts from his head. He concentrated on getting ready for the party and would revisit this thing with Harris—whatever it was—another time.
He dried himself with the towel, slung it over his shoulder, and went into the bedroom to get dressed. Tyler had also left him a cute T-shirt which he wore with a pair of jeans.
After he dressed and styled his hair, he entered the living room. “Is this shirt inappropriate since Amy’s gonna be here?” he asked Harris, running his hand over the novelty tee.
A laugh bubbled from Harris’ mouth as he read the shirt. “Yeah. Especially when we stand next to each other. But she’s got a good sense of humor, so I’m sure it’s fine.” He took Wolf by the arm and brought him over to a large mirror on one of the walls so they could see the shirts side by side. Wolf’s shirt said, “Are you a shark? Because I’ve got swimmers for you to swallow.” Harris’ shirt said, “I wanna swallow you whole,” and had a picture of, naturally, a smiling shark’s face.
“Do you see this?” Harris pointed to both of their T-shirts and laughed. “What do you think Tyler’s implying here?”
Wolf was looking—at Harris—and all he could think about was the shower. That memory, aided by the messages on the T-shirts and their implications, made it suddenly feel too hot in the room. “I need a drink.” Before he made it across the room, there was a whimsical knock on the door.
