be with you

“I’m sorry but I had to do this.”

The heavy breathing had fogged up the bathroom mirror but who cares. I had about five minutes watching him knelt down behind me, burying that stubbly face of his, between my cheeks.

“I can even taste last night’s mess,” he said, inhaling. He got up off the floor and started slapping my cheeks with his cock. “I don’t know what you do to me Jakey but please don’t stop.”

Holiday lust, isn’t it great? I thought to myself.

Anyone could walk in here but the thought of being caught red-handed with Austin, was a turn on. After minutes of teasing me, he had inserted himself and had picked up pace. My body had got used to his size. He pushed me further into the bathroom sink, to get to that angle that was easier for him to dominate me.

The pace slowed down. He pulled me up slightly, so he could whisper in my ear, “I’m going to blow.”

I understood the assignment. He needed a release. I understand that writing and recording another hit album was frustrating in itself and if he couldn’t get the relief he desired then where is that inspiration going to come from?

We both helped each other clean up. He kissed me on the cheek then said, “Tonight?”

I nodded.

Do I keep escalating this lustful relationship? We are both technically on a working holiday.

I snuck out of the corporate suite. I looked through one of the windows and saw his management giving him a pep talk. Austin caught me and winked at me. I felt myself go weak at the knees. But, I did find myself smiling like a dork.

“Jakey!”

I heard my name, hoping it was Austin since that’s his pet name for me. But it wasn’t. It was Corbin, one of our bosses. I waited for him to get closer.

“You okay?”

“A little hungover,” I swallowed. Was he going to pull me up for my absence today. “But, coping.”

“Yeah, I heard about last night’s shenanigans,” he smiled. He pulled me aside as we sat on a spare cabana. “What happened after the after-party?”

I looked at him suspiciously.

“There were reports of banging coming from your room very late last night,” Corbin whispered. “Then I see reports that Austin was seen leaving your room at 0530?”

“I must have knocked myself over after all the drinks I had,” I said, trying to say this with a straight face. “It was a long night last night.”

“You left the shindig before midnight…”

“Why do I feel like I am getting interrogated, Corbin?”

“I’m just curious as to why you didn’t come to work today and here you are,” he said, coldly. “Then, a boy comes along.”

“What are you insinuating?”

“Like I said, just curious,” he said, getting up off his seat. “You may have got a Get out of Jail card now but don’t think you’ll be lucky next time.”

He walked off in a huff.

What game are you playing at, Corbs? I thought.

I realise I could be taking a dangerous path here. I don’t want to think like a conspiracy theorist but could he have been paid off by someone to find dirt on Austin? Is he scoping out bullshit to find a way to fire me? Is he looking to get his ins somewhere? I had to stop asking myself to conjure up questions. Maybe tonight Austin and I have to have a serious talk other than getting each other off.

I trodded off back to my apartment because I didn’t want to get accused of anything else. As I neared my apartment, my phone buzzed. Stephanie.

Come to mine now.

I checked the time. 1555. She should be at work.

I barely had a chance to knock and the door opened, abruptly. She yanked me in and closed the door.

"Have you seen this?" she thrusted her ipad at me.

Subject has found someone on tour and it isn't a female. You either somehow get rid of the subject or face maximum penalty of losing the tour instead. As we know that the subject has dabbled in same sex activities before they become something decent, we had to scrub the internet clean.

"You need to end this before they end you," Stephanie said, folding her arms. "I know you two might think you're unbeatable but we have seen this in the past. Staff got too close to the flame and got burnt fair quickly."

"Is Corbin in on this too?"

"No?"

"He's trying to snoop around too," I said, a little suspicious.

"I'm not surprised if he is trying to get some action for his pap mates," Stephanie said, thinking aloud. She snapped out of it, fairly quickly. "You have to believe me on this one. We don't want you to end up face down in the pool."

"Can you send me this, please?"

Stephanie hesitated. "Sure."

I don't understand why she hesitated. This all sounds like a giant turd. Still, I pretend I haven't seen this and continue to think how I am going to attack this.

Do I go down this rabbit hole or accept defeat and back off?

Maybe I should research who I am up against.