Page 77 of Point of Contact

Trevor tilted his face up toward the sky, the ever-present Hawaiian trade winds ruffling his thick brown hair. The mid-afternoon sunlight burnished his skin, and Jesse couldn’t help but trace his eyes over Trevor’s full lips and the strong curve of his jaw.

He snapped his gaze forward when Trevor turned his head to look at him. “So what’s the first thing you guys did when you got here? Head to the beach?”

Jesse laughed. “Honestly? The first thing we did was take probably thirty-minute showers. Total privacy, all the hot water you could ever want...heaven.” He sighed at the memory. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. By the time I was done with mine, Riley was out for the count, so I climbed into my bed and we slept for an entire day.”

Trevor narrowed his eyes against the sun, a pensive look on his face. “Wow. Yeah, Riley told me some about your living conditions over there, but I can’t imagine he told me the half of it.”

“The worst were the fleas.”

Trevor choked. “Really? Gross.”

“Yep. We all wore flea collars around our ankles, but that didn’t help much. They left me alone for the most part but Riley’s blood must’ve been really tasty.”

“Oh, God.”

“So imagine us, flea-bitten and exhausted, coming face-to-face with critter-free mattresses and clean white sheets.” Even Jesse could hear how dreamy his voice sounded, and he gave a self-conscious chuckle. “So yeah, that’s the first thing we did. Showered and slept.”

“Well, of course.” Trevor eyed Jesse, then the stretch of sand and water below. “I really wanna go walk on the beach, though. Can we?”

Jesse laughed again, almost breathless at the sight of Trevor’s smile. Carl, you’re a fool.

They headed inside and spent a quiet few minutes unpacking. At last Trevor stowed his empty suitcase in the closet. “Gonna change real quick. I feel extremely overdressed,” he said, unbuttoning his denim shirt and toeing off his loafers before disappearing into the bathroom with his swimsuit balled up in one hand.

Jesse finished putting his own things away, and soon Trevor was back wearing nothing but a pair of royal blue board shorts. “Do they have towels down by the beach or the pool, Jess? I didn’t think to bring any.”

Jesse licked his lips, tearing his eyes away from Trevor’s slim body, his smooth, bare chest. “Yeah,” he rasped, “the resort has full towel service. No worries.”

“Good.” Trevor bent to pick up his loafers and put them in the closet on top of his suitcase. He turned to Jesse, who was standing frozen in place. “Hey, stop daydreaming of your soft bed and let’s go,” he teased. “It’ll still be here when we get back.”

Jesse could feel his cheeks grow hot, and he hurriedly turned to rummage for his own swimsuit. Oh, fuck yeah, he was daydreaming of his bed—and of Trevor in it, naked underneath him, arms and legs wrapped around him...

“Be right back,” he muttered, fleeing to the bathroom. Jesse blew out a breath and propped his hands against the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. His eyes were bright, and his nipples were tingling, cock full and aching.

Okay, you’re attracted to him. So what? He’s good-looking, and you like him. A lot. It’s natural. Jesse leaned down and splashed his face with some cold water. You’re a grown man. You can control yourself.

He pulled his long-sleeved T-shirt up and over his head, wincing as the fabric brushed across hypersensitive skin. Two weeks in a hotel room with him. No problem. Keep busy.

“And jerk off in the shower every chance you get,” he snorted under his breath, palming his half-erect dick soothingly before stuffing it into his swimsuit. Another few deep breaths, and Jesse opened the door.

“Ready to go?”

* * *

“Whew.”

Trevor collapsed down into a chair and sprawled out, accepting the cold beer Jesse handed him with a weary groan.

“Tired?” Jesse sat down opposite him. “We walked a long way.”

Trevor took a huge swallow of his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Tired, and a little overwhelmed by the crowds. I wonder if it’s always like this.”

They both gazed out toward the beach, still teeming with people at almost dusk. Jesse shrugged. “It was packed when Riley and I were here, too. Like the traffic, that’s another thing not really advertised in the travel brochures.”

“It’s beautiful, though.” Trevor stared at the ocean, the deep blue-green starting to glow pink with the setting sun. “The surf is calmer than I thought it’d be.”

“I’ll take you to some of the beaches Riley and I found, the ones the locals go to more than the tourists. Less crowded, great waves.” Jesse put his beer down and stretched his arms over his head, arching his back and sighing when it gave a satisfying pop. A bikini-clad woman passing by shot him an admiring glance, slowing down a little as if willing him to look her way. He didn’t, and clearly disappointed, the woman continued on down the path toward the sand.

Trevor laughed to himself, thinking of the young women at the baseball game. He eyed Jesse, the board shorts riding low on lean hips, a faded tank top showing off his broad shoulders.