IslandAffair

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    John chuckled and stroked his fingertips over Robin’s hand
where it rested on the bar. He had long, elegant fingers, piano-player’s hands.
“Now why didn’t any of my teachers ever look like you?” His lips crooked into
that delicious half smile again. “I never thought a plain black swimsuit could
be such a turn-on.”
    “Um, thanks. Me either.”
    Robin flushed and resisted the urge to look around and see
who was watching them. No one here cared whether another man was coming on to
him; he was only touching his hand. Hell, John could probably run his hands
over Robin’s whole body and it would only attract a few smirks and raised
eyebrows as long as no one was actually naked. His cock twitched at the
thought. Rob squirmed on his stool and nearly fell off backward, only John’s
quick reflexes preventing it as he threw his arm around Rob’s waist.
    “Whoa! Look out, it’s a long way down.” He took the drink
from his hands. “Maybe you’d better not have that.”
    Mortified, he dropped his head into his hands and groaned.
“Aw man! I’m not drunk, honestly… This shit happens to me with no alcohol
involved. The incident by the pool? Not unusual.” He lifted his head again and
shrugged. “I think you should know before we spend any more time together that
I’m a klutz, always have been.” Robin ran his hands through his hair and rolled
his eyes. “It’s how I ended up on the swim team at school instead of basketball
or football…or track for that matter. Though I did try that one…it only lasted
‘til I tripped over my own feet and broke my wrist on landing.”
    John grinned at him and passed his drink back. “Thanks for
the warnin’, I think I’ll take the risk. But let’s do it where there’s less height.”
He picked up his drink and led the way to a booth in the corner. As he slid in
beside him, Rob relished the heat of John’s body along the length of his. John
ran his fingers along his arm in a gentle caress, drawing Robin’s attention
from his drink back to his face. The spacious bar suddenly felt about the size
of a shoebox.
    “So what brings you to Paradise, Robin? Aren’t you tired of
water, doing what you do?”
    John had such a natural self-confidence and was so relaxed
that Robin found it easy to follow his lead. Forgetting for once in his life
that he was different. Feeling comfortable for the first time in the presence
of a man he was attracted to. And so it began. Small talk and small touches so
innocent that it was impossible to find offense in them. And yet each touch
inflamed his skin until Robin was torn between asking John to stop and begging
for more. His jeans got tighter and he began to worry about the location of one
of those strategic tears as his cock pressed against soft cotton of his underwear.
They talked of his job and Paradise while Rob became more and more distracted.
He no longer noticed that John avoided questions about himself with all the
skill of a politician dodging a scandal. When the bartender began sweeping the
floor around them John drew him to his feet and out into the night.
    The pool terrace was deserted and but for the laughter he
heard in the distance he and John might have been alone on the resort. A warm,
sweetly scented breeze flirted with the edges of John’s shirt. Swished through
the flowering bushes bordering the path and rippled through the tops of the
palm trees high above them. Behind this, the advance and retreat of the ocean,
the ever-present beat of the island’s heart. John kept Rob’s hand in his as
they walked in silent accord across the cool sand toward the softly lit porch
of his cabin.
    “So, where are your bodyguards tonight?”
    “They’re around. Don’t worry, they won’t bother us.”
    “I’m not worried.” And he wasn’t, Rob realized. It should bother him that there were strangers who were watching their every move but it
didn’t. It’s not as if he was having sex in front of them after all. Though the
thought caused a shiver of arousal, he didn’t think he would ever be ready for
that.
    Rob flushed and smiled guiltily as John stepped closer,
sheltering him from the ocean breeze. It was odd to find himself in the role of
the protected instead of the other way ‘round. And enjoying it. The few
liaisons he had had in college had been all about sex. A release and nothing
more. Always behind closed doors since he hadn’t been out and occasionally
neither had his partner. He had only