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fletchysohot · 10 months

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VIII.

Sumer fun in the sun (and a lil spice)

You join your best friend on a summer all expenses payed trip to spend some time on a fancy yacht in the Mediterranean sea. What you don't account for is her boyfriend's hot friend also being there.

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The Mediterranean sun burns hot, making the deck of the yacht smell of dry charred wood mixed with the salt from the sea filling the air. You walk out of the safe cool shade of the cabin hissing the moment your bare feet reach the burning surface of the deck. Your eyes scan the space for a comfortable seat, to read your book while catching some sun rays - to work on your tan. As you move you let yourself stretch the muscles of your body, still feeling the lingering feeling of last night, and the man who you spent the night with.

You get comfortable on one of the deck chairs and let yourself get lost in your book. Your mind wanders back to just a few hours ago, when you were engulfed in the touches of the man, his soft, laboured breaths in your ears. Your fingers touch the space where your collarbone meets your neck, where only hours ago he worshipped you like you were a goddess, only for it to now become a measly patch of soft, pillowy skin. The feeling of his strong hands on your hips - now only a memory. You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the memories - after all this is what you wanted. You asked for this when you let yourself give in to his smile and gorgeous eyes. “Good morning beautiful.” The sound of Mason’s voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“Hey you!” you smile shielding your eyes from the sun with your book.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, sliding into the chair next to you, the warm summer breeze playing with his hair making you chuckle.

“Yeah pretty decent,” you flash a grin at him. “What about you? Had a good night?”

“Oh yeah me, Ben, Grealo and the girls stayed up playing beer-pong and shit… You should have stayed with us!”

“And have you fight for my attention?” you tease. “I had to give the girls and beer pong a fair chance.”

“You wish!” Mason laughs.

“It’s just because you and Sasha are boring old hags.” Ben’s voice ringing from behind you startles you.

“Who are you calling a hag, bro?!” you swat your book at him as he sits at the foot of your chair making Mason laugh loudly.

“No but for real,” Ben says, glaring at Mason. “It was really great! I’m glad we did this.”

You chuckle, about to say something when Mason interrupts you. “Kai! My boy!” he shouts wolf whistling “You absolute dog!”

You look over your shoulder to see Kai Havertz emerge with one of the instagram models the boys dragged along, by his side giggling about something he must have said. You thank the stars that you are wearing sunglasses so the others don’t see you roll your eyes.

“So that’s why you were not at beer pong last night!” Ben exclaims, wiggling his eyebrows.

The german shoots them a cheeky smile which makes your stomach churn into a knot. You glance at him, not meeting his eyes.

“Good morning,” he says, letting his palm graze your shoulder, making something bubble inside your chest.

“Hi Kai,” you say coldly “Sleep well?”

“Fantastic.” You don’t need to face him to know he is giving you a lazy half smile.

“Good to know.” You return your gaze to your book, trying to act unimpressed by the addition of an instagram girl at his side.

“How about you?” he asks.

“Decent, nothing to write home about.” You shrug and finally look at him expecting to see a reaction, but all you receive is a polite and friendly smile. You can’t lie, there is a certain part of you that feels hurt and angry at his coolness. You clench your jaw to not show any semblance of emotion.

“Anyways,” you bite back a reaction, not wanting to give him even an ounce of the satisfaction he just robbed you of, “I’m gonna leave you guys to catch up I need some water… See you later." You ignore the protests of your friends making your way back into the cabin. Truth be told you need to get a grip, away from Kai and his girl.

The coolness of the kitchen in contrast to the heat of the deck covers your skin in prickly goosebumps. You lean against one of the counters rubbing your face, a desperate attempt at trying to remove the heat from your cheeks. The quiet that surrounds you allows you to finally let out the breath you have been holding in for the last ten minutes. You open the tap and rub your hands under the running water as if trying to wash off the memory of his sweaty skin against your palms. You bite back tears of frustration at your own stupidity. You shut off the water bringing your cool hands to your face once again as if trying to cool off the mess of emotions bubbling behind your eyes and in your head. Memories of you and him come rushing back to you instantly. You bite back the sour taste of remembering how your limbs had been intertwined on this same counter not even a day earlier, the same one your lower back is currently pressed against. You can almost feel his body pinning you against the cool marble once again, his lips on yours telling you how hot and perfect you are. The slow rocking of the boat mimicking the way he would guide your body back and forth to feel better. You bite your lip remembering the feelings that he had made you experience, almost being able to map him out again just by standing here. You let your fingers trace the curves of your body the places he had touched, throwing your head back feeling pleasure creep up in your stomach again. As you slowly let your fingers run from your hip to your inner thigh, biting down your lip and closing your eyes you hum his name to yourself.

Suddenly you hear the sound giggling approach and you quickly straighten up pretending to be interested in the contents of the fruit basket, that you had already become familiar with when you knocked it over the night prior. Within seconds two girls appear around the corner. You have barely had time to talk to them as they have been circling the boys like fruit flies, although you recognize the tall brunette as the girl Kai had shown up with this morning.

You’ve agreed to come on this trip as Sasha’s friend, after Jack dragged her with him on his “big lads on tour summer break bonanza” or whatever they call it. You and Sasha have been friends from way back when Jack had barely broken through first team ranks and she was still an up and coming model, but since then you have been an inseparable duo. Sasha and you had always spent a girls holiday away together with your other friends, but this year Jack had practically begged his girlfriend to tag along and so she had dragged you along as well citing “What bad could happen on an all expenses paid holiday on a yacht with a couple of close friends?”. Then of course the close friends of your close friends had invited a few girls they had met and here you were, surrounded by a bunch of football players and instagram models. Of course you weren’t complaining as Sasha had made sure you were treated like a queen, besides you had already been pretty chummy with Ben due to social functions at Sasha and Jack's, and you and Mase had clicked instantly from day one. The boys had treated you like one of the gang quick enough, probably because you were Jack’s VIP for the time being. The only one who you had not instantly become friends with was Kai.

The two of you had spent the first few nights sharing glances and exchanging lingering touches disguised as something purely accidental. Then one of the days you had caught him watching you from the safe shadow of the cabin door, while you and Sasha were sunbathing on the front of the boat - the laser sharp focus of his blue eyes slowly untying the loose strings of your bikini bottoms making you feel your skin tingle with shivers that felt like pure fire. You had smiled at him, excusing yourself, saying you wanted to quickly give your mom a call. Once you made it inside you had pulled him into one of the bathrooms.

“What do you think you are doing?” you asked looking up at him, which was a huge mistake because the moment your eyes met you felt something in your stomach drop.

“I was just looking at the sea,” he smiled down at you a lazy grin on his face.

“Yeah sure that’s what you were doing,” you breathed feeling his fingers slide up and down your side.

“You didn’t like it?” he asked quietly as he tugged at the string and it came undone.

“I never said I didn’t like it.” You smiled letting your nails slowly run down his arms feeling him flex under your touch. “Kai.”

“I like it when you say my name like that.” His lips were on your neck.

“Like what?” you pressed against him feeling him against your stomach, “Kai.”“You accent,” his breathing was unsteady. “Say it again.”

“Kai,” you purred, “please?”

He didn’t answer, just gripped you so your legs were around his waist within seconds and his mouth was roaming every inch he could get to. Your voice hoarse from whispering his name over and over again by the end of it. And then you would move along without a second thought, two ships in the night, a relationship built only on meetings in secret when it was convenient, leaving both of you panting and your heads spinning. And then you would always go back to Sasha and watch Kai have other girls all over him. But it was okay because you would never fall asleep next to him, in his arms. You never let it get that intimate. Until last night.

“Eyo!” Sasha's waving hand in front of your face brings you out of your daydream. “You here?”

“Yeah,” you blush, unaware how long you've been zoned out looking at the fruit basket. “Just zoned out.”

“You okay?” Her face full of concern.

“Yeah… just got a bit hot in the sun I think," you brush it off. You hate lying to your best friend, but you don't know how to tell her the truth. You don't want to admit spending the night with Kai has made your head all a mess. And you don't want to admit that seeing him with the girl just a pair of hours after you were the one curled against him practically ripped your heart out.

“Oh babe didn't you wear a hat?” she asks, her voice sounding dangerously close to that of a mother hen.

“Yeah love,” you say “I went out to read this morning and I think I forgot to get some water, that's why I'm in here."

“You feeling better?” her eyes are still full of worry.

“Yes!” You smile. “I was actually heading back outside! Let's go relax and enjoy some fresh air!”

The suggestion seems to take away all the worry from her big doey eyes and replaces her face with excitement. Seeing her happy like this momentarily takes away all the worries plaguing you for a moment.

The two of you make your way back to the deck where everyone is already celebrating the holidays. You see Ben chatting up a leggy redhead a little bit away while Mason and Jack are having what you would best describe as an idiot-off by the edge of the boat, but judging by the group of girls around it's very entertaining. The only person you cannot seem to get your eyes on is Kai. You breathe out a sigh of relief at the realisation that you can avoid the german.

Your joy however soon ends when you see movement at the end of the boat. Soon Kai's body appears on the ladder, water dripping from his black hair. Your eyes follow the droplets as they map out the smooth curves and angles of his perfectly chiselled chest and then move lower down to his abdomen. The water making his shorts heavy, sticking low on his hips. You bite your cheek trying to keep your eyes off his hips, you move to look at the way the veins pop on his forearms where he grips the ladder, every muscle bulging as he moves. By the time you realise you are staring and Sasha's been talking, it's too late. You meet Kai's eyes and you feel your breath hitch at the way droplets cling to his lashes.

“I'll be right back, Sash,” you panic, all you know is you need to get away before the tears in your eyes spill. “I'll run and get a hat."

“Okay,” she smiles, “I'll go make sure Jack doesn't get hurt with this wrestling match-on-a-ledge.”

“Okay see you in a few.” You pray she didn't pick up on the way your voice broke at the end of the sentence.

You practically run to your bedroom praying no one will bump into you, see the tears currently adorning your cheeks. You reach the room and fall into the bed gasping for air between sobs. Why does this man have such an impact on you and your feelings. Why couldn't you be like other girls and let yourself enjoy a summer-holiday-no-strings-attached moment like other girls had always done?

You hear the door open and turn around expecting to see Sasha, already trying to come up with an excuse she would believe, but instead you are met by his ocean blue eyes. The eyes that make you feel like every inch of your body is made out of poison, poison that only he can suck out and make you feel okay again.

“Hey I- Are you crying?” He looks at you concerned, shutting the door behind him.

“What do you want?” Your words come out harsher than you intended, but good, he deserves it.

“I wanted to talk!” His defences kick in.

“Talk about what? Or do you mean - quick blowjob?” Your voice is soaked with resentment and anger as you wipe tears from your cheeks.

“What has gotten into you?” he asks, his face contorting with anger or is it disgust? You don't reply, only watch him from where you are sitting in your bed.

“You've barely talked to me today. I almost feel like you are avoiding me.” He says.

“Oh you noticed I'm not in a mood to talk to you?” You know you have no right to be this way but you need to get the hurt out, before it tears you apart. “Thought you were busy with the model girl… the one you must have fucked after I left your bed.”

“Why are you bringing her up? You jealous or something?” He spits in anger. “What do you want from me?”

You don't reply but look away, shame clouds your features, tears threaten to spill again. The clump in your throat hurts against your windpipe.

“At first I wanted you to just fuck me,” you confess still not meeting his eyes, digging your nails into your own shoulders “but then I got greedy… and wanted you to love me. I wanted to be yours and no one else's.”

Silence falls across the room. You finally meet his eyes, trying to get a read on his emotions.