Chapter Two-hundred Forty-Three: Oakhaven Part Two

Chapter 243

Oakhaven Part Two

Jaxon went upstairs to find Lena unpacking her clothes and belongings in one of the suites upstairs. He leaned against the doorframe, eyeing her up.

Jaxon: “You staying in this one?”

He asked her. Lena turned around to smile at him.

Lena: “Yes, this is the one I picked! I hope it’s not an inconvenience for you.”

She said softly. Jaxon shook his head.

Jaxon: “Not at all.”

He said, smooth and unbothered.

Lena fiddled with her locket.

Lena: “And try to be nice to Ashley.”

She said beseechingly. Jaxon’s smile slowly faded.

Jaxon: “WHY?! She’s fuckin’ stupid! She doesn’t know what anything is, and she jumps from man-to-man! First, it was MAXX, then BLAIR, then LAZAROS, and now Jordi!’

He counted off Ashley’s suitors on his fingers, speaking angrily. Lena’s brows knit together as she turned away in sadness. Sitting next to her, Jaxon looked worried.

Jaxon: “Lena, I don’t mean to upset you, but… I just wish Jordi would lay off me, that’s all.”

He said softly, taking her hand. Lena smiled a bit, feeling her cares melt away as he held her hand.

Lena: “I want this to be a nice vacation for everyone…”

She nodded. Jaxon pursed his lips.

Jaxon: “And I do, too.”

He smiled at her.

Lena: “Please, try to be nice. Ashley did try to talk Jordi out of going after you after their brother did the same thing with Lazaros”

She said gently. Jaxon gazed into her byzantine eyes, finding it difficult to debate with her. He sighed and relaxed.

Jaxon: “Sure… I can try.”

He inhaled sharply.

Jaxon: “Wanna go for a walk?”

He asked her. Lena’s face lit up.

Lena: “Why, yes, I would!’

~

The two stepped out of the lodge. He reached into his jeans pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and slid one between his lips. With a flick of a silver Zippo, a small flame illuminated his features before he closed the lighter with a sharp, metallic clink. He took a slow drag, the cherry glowing bright orange in the dimming light, and blew a thin stream of smoke into the humid night air.

They walked down the beach and stepped onto the dirt path, the dense canopy of the woods immediately swallowing the distant sound of the ocean waves. The forest was quiet, save for the chirp of crickets and the soft crunch of their footsteps—Lena’s light sandals contrasting with the heavy, rhythmic thud of Jaxon’s boots.

As they walked deeper into the trees, the path narrowed. Jaxon instinctively stepped ahead to brush aside a low-hanging branch, holding it out of her way while keeping his cigarette held loosely between his fingers. The proximity sent a sudden, electric jolt through her chest. Jaxon fell back into step beside her, taking another drag as they walked. Lena flicked her gaze at him, biting her bottom lip. He caught her peeking and chuckled.

Lena: “Isn’t this so beautiful?”

She inhaled the fresh scent of pine and foliage.

Jaxon: “Sure is.”

He murmured. He dropped his cigarette to the ground and scraped it with the toe of his boot.

As they ventured farther into the woods, they came across a long, weathered wooden bridge spanning the narrow neck of the lake. Its heavy timber trusses were anchored by a sturdy stone pier rising from the glass-like water, casting a perfect, fractured reflection into the depths below. A thin shroud of mist hovered just above the surface, blurring the distant shoreline into a soft, dark silhouette of endless trees.

The two crossed the bridge and got to the other side. The path still wound through the moss and ferns,

In its place stood a graveyard. An old stone wall now enclosed a dense gathering of weathered headstones that stood in uneven rows. A rusted iron gate hung closed along the wall, guarding the entrance to the forgotten resting place.

Lena: “There’s an old cemetery here?”

Jaxon nodded soberly, reliving the sanctuary in Seashell Cove. He forced a smile and raked his fingers through his hair.

They heard a crack nearby. Jaxon instinctively put his arms around her, protecting her. Lena felt herself flush red when he held her close. She found her hands pressed against the wall of his chest, and her heart thundered. She raised her eyes to meet his. Jaxon gazed at her for a moment.

Jaxon: “It’s starting to get dark. Maybe we should head back.”

Lena clutched onto his shirt and rested her head against his chest. Jaxon shivered as the heat rose to his face.

Jaxon: “Let’s go.”

He said tenderly to her as they walked down the path back to the lodge.

~

Blair sat in his bedroom, his arms folding tightly across his chest as he sobbed about how mean everyone was at the lodge where Ashley stayed, and he never got to show Ashley his beach outfit that was sun smart and sexy. They would do naughty things in the XXXL panties, he thought. They will when they see me, he thought as he wept.

Sylvia poked her head in with a smile.

Sylvia: “Blair? There is someone here to see you!”

Blair stopped crying and bolted out of the room, dashing past her, hoping Ashley would change their mind. He ran so fast that he almost fell over the stairs.

His heart sank when he saw Yoshi at the doorway. Yoshi wore a Super Mario Bros. shirt, blue shorts, and high tops. He held a Sony Handycam.

Yoshi: “Hey, Blair, Grandpa hired a temp so I could spend some time with you!”

He grinned. Blair pouted.

Blair: “I didn’t wanna see you!”

He huffed.

Yoshi: “I bought a cool video with my paycheck! Maybe we could film the ladies!”

He grinned, holding his camera up. Blair cupped his chin. This could be used to film Ashley, he thought.

Blair: “Okay, you can stay.”

~

Fabien lay stretched out across a canvas hammock on the patio of the beach lodge, his lean frame lying comfortably in its center, his ankles crossed. The dark wood planks of the deck groaned softly beneath him as the hammock swayed in a slow, rhythmic arc. He was smoking a pre-rolled joint that Gus made for him to take on the trip.

His bare feet caught the faint, humid breeze rolling in off the ocean. Fabien brought the joint to his lips, the tip flaring into a bright, angry orange cherry that illuminated his face. He took a long, slow drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for a beat before exhaling a dense, gray cloud. It drifted lazily upward, twisting through the humid air before being caught by the breeze and carried out into the dark, rustling canopy of the surrounding palm trees.

He watched the smoke disappear into the evening. He took another drag, feeling the tension melt entirely from his shoulders. The heavy, sweet aroma of the weed mingled with the salty tang of the sea air, creating a cocoon of absolute isolation. He adjusted his arm, resting it behind his head as he stared out into the dusky sky where the beach met the water. He couldn’t see the waves, but he could feel them—a steady, primordial pulse that made his own heartbeat seem insignificant.

He heard footsteps coming from a distance and drawing closer. He nestled into the hammock as the footsteps hit the wooden patio, the sound rhythmic and heavy against the dark planks. Fabien fanned his toes and curled them. Professor Stewart Murphy stood there, frozen, his eyes sweeping over Fabien’s lean, relaxed frame and lingering with an almost hypnotic intensity on the pale, arched soles of his bare feet. He looked utterly entranced, unable to tear his gaze away from the casual elegance of Fabien’s form.

Fabien: “See something you like?”

He wiggled his toes. Professor Murphy stepped forward, reached out, and lightly tickled Fabien's feet. Fabien immediately erupted into breathless, high-pitched laughter, his body jerking involuntarily in the hammock as he tried to pull away from the professor’s touch.

Fabien: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

He laughed hard, nearly causing him to fall out of the hammock. Professor Murphy bit his bottom lip, feeling a tightness form in his pants.

Prof. Murphy: “I suppose I just couldn’t help myself.”

He murmured, his voice carrying a warm, gentle cadence. Fabien chuckled, a relaxed sound that mixed with the steady rhythm of the waves breaking on the shore. He took one last, slow drag of his joint, the amber ember flaring brightly before he let his hand drop lazily back over the side of the hammock. His bare feet swung slightly, his toes still occasionally twitching from the lingering tickle.

Fabien: “Fair enough, Monsieur…”

He teased, casting a glance at the older man through a stray lock of white hair. He exhaled a thin stream of sweet smoke that drifted lazily toward the palm fronds.

Fabien: “But if you’re gonna sneak up on a guy like that, the least you can do is pull up a chair.”

Stewart chuckled softly, the tension fully leaving his shoulders as he reached for a weathered wicker chair sitting nearby. He dragged it over, the legs scraping quietly against the wooden deck boards, and settled into it with a contented sigh.

He leaned back, resting his hands over his stomach in his characteristic manner, his eyes fixed warmly on the younger man. The humid evening air of Palm Tree State seemed a little lighter now, filled with the steady rhythm of the ocean and the sweet, lingering scent of Fabien’s smoke.

Prof. Murphy: “I believe I will take you up on that.”

He replied, his voice dropping to a comfortable, conversational tone.

Prof. Murphy: “Though I must admit, the view from over here isn’t half bad either.”

He said softly. Fabien smirked.

Fabien: “You’re full of surprises tonight, Murph…”

He drawled, his smirk softening into a genuine, relaxed smile. He stretched his arm out over the gap between the hammock and the wicker chair, the smoldering joint pinched lazily between his thumb and forefinger.

Fabien: “Want a hit? Might help loosen you up, especially since you’re staying with the king of whiners.”

Stewart looked at the offered joint, then back up to Fabien’s striking green eyes. A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he politely held up a hand.

Prof. Murphy: “I appreciate the hospitality, my boy, but I think this is quite intoxicating enough for me tonight.”

He replied, his eyes crinkling warmly at the corners.

Fabien laughed, a bright, clear sound that briefly overpowered the ambient noise of the crashing waves. He brought the joint back to his own lips for a slow drag. He let his arm drop back down, his bare feet once again finding a lazy rhythm, swaying mere inches from Stewart’s knee.

Fabien: “So, what actually brings you out here? Blair whining, or did you just hear my feet calling?”

Fabien finally asked, turning his head to look at the professor, the hazy smoke drifting between them.

Prof. Murphy: “I was hoping to see you…”

His voice dropped, his cheeks turning bright red.

Fabien: “Is that right?”

He murmured, his tone a mix of amusement and genuine intrigue. He took a final drag, extinguishing the roach against a small seashell on the railing, and looked back over.

Stewart hesitated, wanting to do something more, for fear of pushing any boundaries, but his heart was pounding and his hardness pressed against his pants. He leaned forward slightly, his movements deliberate and filled with a quiet reverence. He raised his hand, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they softly caressed Fabien’s cheek, brushing past a few stray locks of white hair.

Prof. Murphy: “You are gorgeous…”

He murmured, his voice thick with honesty.

Fabien caught his breath for a split second. A soft, amused smile played at the corners of his lips as his green eyes held the professor’s gaze.

Stewart slowly pulled his hand away, his gaze falling once more to the younger man’s bare feet. He gingerly reached out and began to tickle the arches of Fabien’s feet again. Fabien immediately erupted into a breathless, high-pitched laugh, his body wiggling in the hammock as he playfully flexed his toes against the professor’s touch.

Fabien: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Fabien immediately erupted into a wild, breathless fit of high-pitched laughter, his body convulsing and wiggling uncontrollably in the hammock as he desperately tried to curl his toes away from the professor’s touch.

Fabien: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH FUHUHUHUCK!”

He shrieked with laughter, his cackles echoing against the deck.

Stewart abruptly pulled his hand away, the sudden silence settling between them. Fabien took a sharp, jagged breath, his chest still heaving as he looked up at the professor, his face flushed and a lingering, breathless grin still playing on his lips.

Fabien: “You really know how to keep a guy on his toes.”

He rasped, his voice thick with leftover mirth as he let his legs finally settle back into the hammock.

Prof. Murphy: “I-I am terribly sorry, Fabien! I-I didn’t mean to overstep!”

He put his hands up, surrendering. Fabien waved his hand.

Fabien: “Nah, Murph, it’s cool, you couldn’t help yourself.”

He snorted. Stewart reddened.

Stewart looked up, his expression softening as he saw the genuine warmth in Fabien’s eyes. He stood up slowly, the wicker chair creaking under his weight, and took a small step toward the hammock. Before Fabien could speak, Stewart reached down and gingerly took Fabien’s hand in his own. He leaned in and pressed a lingering, gentle kiss to Fabien’s hand

Prof. Murphy: “Goodnight, Fabien. Sleep well.”

He murmured, his voice barely a whisper above the sound of the surf. He gave Fabien’s hand a final, affectionate squeeze before turning around. Fabien remained in the hammock, his hand still suspended in the air where Stewart had left it, a thoughtful, half-dazed smile spreading across his face as he watched the professor descend the steps to return to his lodge.

Celeste stood over the hammock. Fabien flicked his gaze up to her and smiled. She smiled back at him before climbing into the hammock and settling in comfortably right next to him. The two shared a deep, lingering kiss that seemed to pull the very air from the night.

Celeste: “Have fun?”

Fabien smirked.

Fabien: “Hell yeah, babe.”

Celeste lightly ran her nails across his chest, sending a shiver through him. In response, he wrapped his arm around her, rubbing her back.

Fabien: “Did you get our stuff settled in our room?”

He murmured, rubbing her back in a circular motion. She looked up at him and smiled.

Celeste: “Yeah…”

Looking up at him, she met Fabien’s gaze as a tender smile crossed his face. She playfully rubbed her bare feet against his, prompting a soft chuckle from him as he returned the gesture.

~

Deimos had rented a small, weathered wooden rowboat from the lodge’s private dock for himself and Tristan, rowing it out far enough that the distant sounds of the beachside shoreline faded into a soft hum. Now, the oars lay flat inside the boat.

Tristan shifted, his long, stark-white hair spilling over the side of the boat’s bench like a silk waterfall catching the dusky sky. He leaned back against Deimos’ chest, completely at ease.

Deimos wrapped his arms tightly around Tristan from behind, resting his chin on Tristan’s shoulder. Deimos’ fingers traced slow, absentminded patterns along Tristan’s arm.

Tristan: “This was a splendid idea, Deimos.”

He murmured. Deimos tightened his grip, pulling Tristan a little closer, burying his face in the crook of Tristan’s neck.

Deimos: “It’s nice out here. Just you and me.”

Tristan smiled, placing his hand over Deimos’, his fingers interlacing with Deimos’ heavier fingers. Deimos closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of Tristan’s cologne mixed with the fresh lake air. Tristan shifted slightly, turning his head to press a soft kiss against Deimos’ jawline.

Deimos: “I think this week you should not think about Borko, Ichiro, your crazy uncle, or anyone. Just you and me.”

He nodded. Tristan twisted his mouth. He knew Deimos was right, but he also knew that just because they were on vacation didn’t mean that any of those people would wreak havoc.

Tristan: “I’ll try.”

Deimos looked down at Tristan, the fierce, protective edge that usually guarded him melting into something entirely soft, meant only for the man in his arms. His calloused thumb gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from Tristan’s eyes, tucking it behind his ear.

Tristan’s expression softened, his gaze locking onto Deimos’. He leaned up, closing the small distance between them to press his lips to Deimos’ in a slow, lingering kiss. When they pulled apart, Deimos rested his forehead against Tristan’s.

Deimos: “We should head back… Ashley and Jordi should be arriving soon with groceries and pizza.”

He said softly. Tristan nodded.

Tristan: “All right.”

Deimos reached for the wooden oars, his muscles flexing under his tank top as he gripped the handles. Tristan settled back against the bow, watching his boyfriend with a quiet, contented smile as the boat slowly turned back toward the distant, glowing lights of the beach lodge.

~

As Vanessa and her friends laughed, kicked off their sandals, and undressed in the suite, they had no idea that Yoshi was quietly standing on the dark balcony, holding his Sony camera to his eye. The red recording light blinked in the shadows, capturing their private conversations and unguarded moments through the glass. Blair stood beside him, folding his arms.

Blair: “What are they talking about? Dumb stuff like meeting cute guys?”

He pouted.

Yoshi: “Check out the boobs on that one!”

He panted, and his boner pressed against the fabric of his shorts. Blair rolled his eyes.

Blair: “I wish Ashley had bigger boobs.”

He mumbled.

~

The bell above the door gave a tinny ding as Jordi and Ashley walked inside the Oakhaven Grocery Store. The store smelled exactly the way small-town coastal grocery stores always did—a mix of salty air, baked goods, and the distinct, sweet aroma of ripe produce. It was quiet and quaint.

Ashley immediately gravitated toward the aisle caps, their eyes lighting up at the sheer variety of regional snacks. Jordi watched Ashley effortlessly pick out everything the cabin needed—meat, spices, snacks, milk, eggs, bread, fruit, etc. He noticed their demeanor brightened upon entering the small grocery store, as if they were in their space and doing what they loved: making sure everyone was well fed and happy.

They wandered the aisles with zero urgency, enjoying the slow pace of the coastal town. Jordi pulled out a case of beer and placed it into the cart, followed by cases of soda for Celeste and bottles of wine for Tristan. Ashley smiled up at him, marveling at how thoughtful he was of everyone’s preferences. He even thought to get alcohol-free for Celeste.

Jordi assisted them in placing the items on the conveyor belt while a bored-looking older man with a mustache ran them through the scanner. There were some cat lollipops at the checkout. Jordi held one up, presenting it to Ashley. Ashley’s cerulean eyes widened like a cat’s as they tenderly and playfully pawed at it with their hand. Jordi chuckled at their adorable gesture.

Ashley: “Ooooh! Yes please! We NEED these!”

They exclaimed with delight. Jordi nodded, placing a few amongst their items. Ashley observed the various cat lollipops featuring different cat types and expressions.

Ashley: “Everyone should get one each! This one is for you, hehe!”

They beamed, holding up a purple cat with a cheerful and friendly smile spread across his face. Jordi laughed softly, tracing his fingertip across the cat.

Ashley: “That one is so Deimos-core, haha.”

They chuckled at the pouty black cat lollipop. Jordi gave a low chuckle.

Jordi: “Sure is!”

He held up an orange cat with a chipper expression.

Jordi: “And this one is for you.”

He said smoothly. Ashley cupped their cheeks with awe.

Ashley: “Awwww! Jordiii! Thank you!”

They cooed, wrapped their arms around him, and kissed him. Jordi returned the kiss.

Jordi: “Don’t mention it.”

He whispered.

~

Jordi and Ashley returned to the lodge with several pizzas and ate outside at the outdoor dining table. Jordi, Deimos, and Fabien were having a beer. Tristan had a glass of wine. Lena and Ashley both had an iced tea. Jaxon had a Jack and Coke, and Celeste had a soda. As the group was conversing and eating, they heard footsteps against the planks. They turned to see Sylvia: “Is there room for one more?”

She asked politely. Tristan smiled.

Tristan: “Yes, Sylvia, of course.”

She smiled and sat in the empty seat next to Lena and across from Ashley. Ashley greeted her with a smile and a little wave.

Ashley: “Hello, Sylvia! How have you been?”

They nodded. Lena handed Sylvia a slice of pizza on a paper plate and a glass of iced tea. Sylvia thanked her.

Sylvia: “Very well, Ashley. I came here to apologize to you.”

She said, her tone showed guilt. Tristan sipped on his wine and raised an eyebrow. Ashley tilted their head and took a sip of their iced tea.

Ashley: “Oh?”

They asked. Sylvia drew a breath.

Sylvia: “A while back, I pressured you to give Blair a chance. For that, I am sorry. I never should have done that. I wanted Blair to be happy, but I didn’t consider your happiness. I am very sorry for that, and what can I do to remedy this?”

She asked, knitting her eyebrows. Ashley sighed and bowed their head.

Ashley: “Oh… that. It’s okay, Sylvia! I forgive you for that! That was a long time ago now, and… it kinda helped me in a way… it made me see that Lazaros was no different.”

They said earnestly as they took a bite out of their margherita pizza. Deimos rolled his eyes.

Deimos: “No kidding.”

He muttered.

Sylvia: “Regardless, I apologize for my role in your discomfort. I can see you’re happy now.”

She said earnestly. Ashley’s face lit up with a spark of joy, and they turned to Jordi, placing their hand on his knee.

Ashley: “Yes, I’m very happy meow!”

They gazed up at him. Jordi gazed back at them and pressed a kiss on top of their head. Ashley purred and kissed him back. Jaxon rolled his eyes.

Sylvia: “If any of you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

She said gently. Ashley smiled and nodded.

Ashley: “Thanks, Sylvia–”

Fabien: “Bring Blair here.”

He laughed. Ashley’s heart sank, and they gaped at him.

Ashley: “ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

They pouted.

Jordi: “NO! I don’t want him near Ashley, Fabien. You can laugh at him at his lodge, but not here.”

He said firmly. Ashley nodded intently at Jordi and squeezed his hand. Fabien snorted.

Fabien: “Party pooper.”

He muttered. Jordi shot him a glare.

Jordi: “I heard that!”

Ashley: “Blair is the biggest party pooper ever!”

They pouted.

Deimos: “No fucking kidding there.”

~

When the group went inside, Tristan had already settled in. He looked perfectly pristine, sitting on the edge of the wicker armchair. He had kicked off his leather boat shoes—revealing perfectly clean, bare feet—and was thumbing through a paperback novel. Celeste and Fabien were snuggling on the sofa, their clean bare feet on the coffee table as he flicked through the channels on the TV. Lena was helping Ashley wash the dishes. Jordi was putting away the groceries he had bought for the group. Jaxon was up in his bedroom.

The door clicked open, and Deimos trudged in. He pulled off his boots, which made a thud against the hardwood floor, and then his socks.

The moment Deimos peeled the damp, heavy socks away from his feet, a localized weapon of mass destruction was unleashed into the small lodge. It was a thick, stagnant, sour aroma of trapped sweat, stale leather, and pure, unadulterated foot funk.

Tristan’s smirk vanished instantly. His nose wrinkled, his eyes widening in sheer, unvarnished horror. He slammed his book shut. Fabien groused and rose, fanning his face. Celeste scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue, gagging. Lena cupped her mouth and nose. God, that smells awful, she thought. Jordi stopped and squeezed his nose. He remembered Ashley telling him about both Deimos’ and Lazaros’ foot odor, and they weren’t kidding.

Fabien: “What the fuck died?!”

Tristan: “My GOD, DEIMOS!”

He screamed, putting his collar up to his nose and mouth.

Deimos: “What?!”

He asked as he walked inside, leaving sweaty footprints on the floor. Ashley had to put down their dishes to cover their nose from the horrible odors in the room.

Ashley: “Oh god! Deimos! You really, really, really need to wash your feet! Donut worry! I got some lavender soap from the shops!”

They exclaimed while cupping their nose.

Deimos: “Come ON! It’s not THAT BAD!”

He stomped his foot.

Fabien: “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?! It smells like a dumpster behind a seafood restaurant in one-hundred-degree weather!”

His voice was muffled through his shirt.

Deimos: “Oh, FUCK YOU, POTHEAD! THAT SHIT YOU SMOKE SMELLS WORSE!”

He bellowed.

Fabien: “I can’t laugh, or I will get sick!”

He gagged.

Celeste: “Yeah, Deimos, it is that bad, man.”

She drawled, fanning her face.

Fabien and Tristan bolted outside to escape the odor and breathe in the sweet, clean ocean breeze. Celeste followed them out along with Lena. Deimos stood, staring at Tristan, his arms folded tightly.

Celeste: “Yeah, gonna join you guys.”

He groaned. Tristan turned to Deimos, his eyes flaring hotly.

Tristan: “Get upstairs and get a shower! I am not sleeping with that stink!”

He snapped, pointing upstairs.

Deimos: “FINE! I’m going!”

He threw his hands up and stormed upstairs. The door slammed when he reached the bathroom.

Jordi clasped his hand over his chest.

Jordi: “You told me about Deimos’ and Lazaros’ foot stink… You weren’t making an understatement.”

Ashley gasped for air and shook their head vigorously.

Ashley: “NOPE! He has nothing on Lazaros, though! One time I passed out from the stink!”

They groused with disgust. Jordi embraced them.

Jordi: “Sorry about that…”

Ashley melted into his arm and smiled up at him.

Ashley: “It’s okay, it’s in the past now, and I’m in a happier place now with a handsomer and actually nice man with nice smelling feet!”

They stroked his cheek. Jordi beamed and traced his thumb over their lips.

~

In the privacy of their room, Jordi and Ashley shared a passionate kiss. Slipping off his polo shirt, Jordi bared his toned physique before unsnapping his jean shorts and sliding them down past his hips alongside his briefs, exposing his hardened cock. The sight of Jordi’s alluring body, along with his gold chain gleaming against his collarbone, filled Ashley with intense arousal, prompting another eager kiss. They then unbuttoned their shirt, revealing their soft, chubby physique.

They hastily undid their belt and pulled down their jean shorts. Jordi lowered them onto the bed. They bit their lip as they felt his hardened cock against their tummy. Jordi bit his bottom lip, digging his fingertips into their soft tummy. Ashley giggled and moaned with arousal as he stroked them the right way.

Ashley: “Hehehe, Jordi!”

They purred and stroked the soles of their feet across his slender feet, taking in the waft of his pleasant aromas. Jordi fanned his toes and curled them.

Ashley: “Mmm, your feet smell soooo good!”

They whispered into his ear, rubbing against his feet. Jordi flushed red, and his pink tongue flicked across his lips. He made clawing gestures on their tummy. Ashley rolled their head back, biting their bottom lip, quaking with arousal.

Ashley: “Hehehe, O-Oh my!”

They wrapped their arms around him, holding him closer and kissing him passionately. Jordi kissed them deeply and broke the kiss to each over to his nightstand. He opened the drawer, retrieved a condom, and tore open the wrapper. He slid it on his hardened cock, and leaned over, digging his fingers into their tummy. Ashley gripped the bedsheets tightly and closed their eyes as a moan escaped their lips.

Ashley: “Mmmm o-oh, Jordi!”

Digging his fingers into their tummy, Jordi leaned over them. Ashley squeezed the bedsheets tightly and let out a moan, closing their eyes.

Ashley: “Mmmm o-oh, Jordi!”

They tenderly caressed his hardened cock with their fingertips while moaning softly. Jordi took charge, settling between their legs as he firmly gripped them. Ashley gasped with arousal, thrilled by his assertiveness. Holding their tummy tightly, he began a gentle, rhythmic pace before accelerating his thrusts, his intensity building until his balls slapped against them. With every deep thrust, he kneaded their tummy, leaning down to moan softly in their ear until their movements were perfectly synchronized. A wave of electric arousal surged through their entire body from his touch, prompting them to push their soft body against his toned physique. Wrapping their arms tightly around him, they held him close and kissed him deeply.

Ashley: “O-OH, JORDI!”

A powerful climax rippled through their body, drawing a loud moan from their lips. Jordi gave a final surge and uttered a hoarse shout as he came inside his condom.

His body covered in a sheen of sweat, Jordi hovered over Ashley. He gently caressed their face before pulling out and collapsing onto the bed. After peeling off the condom, he tied it in a knot and tossed it into the sanitary bin. Ashley smiled lovingly, giving him a tender kiss as they lay beside him, rubbing their feet against his.

~

Meanwhile, Jaxon lay in bed in another room, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. The sounds coming from Jordi and Ashley irritated him, just as the mere sight of them did. He thought bitterly to himself about why Ashley even had to come along, considering she was never involved in their missions anyway. A gentle knock on the door broke his thoughts, and Jaxon sat up.

Jaxon: “It’s open.”

The door cracked open to reveal Lena stepping inside, wearing a thin-strapped pink nightgown. Jaxon blushed at the sight of her.

Jaxon: “Hey, Lena, what’s up?”

Embracing herself, she looked back at him.

Lena: “I heard a noise, Jaxon.”

She trembled. Jaxon threw the sheets off himself. Lena caught a peek and bit her lip. Jaxon threw his silk dragon robe over his shoulders and tied the sash.

With Lena following closely behind, he stepped out of the bedroom and clutched onto his back. Jaxon crept forward to investigate. Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming made them spin around quickly, catching sight of Blair running out of their lodge. Jaxon rolled his eyes.

Jaxon: “It’s just that little bitch, Blair!”

He said irritably. Lena clasped her hand over her chest.

Lena: “Thank goodness.”

Jaxon: “You okay?”

He smiled a bit.

Lena: “I am now.”

She said softly, her gaze lingering on him for a bit.

Lena: “I should go back to bed…”

She smiled a bit. Jaxon gazed at her, and a smile tugged at his lips.

Jaxon: “Let me know if you need anything.”

Lena: “I will, Jaxon. Sweet dreams.”

She said softly. Jaxon watched her go to her bedroom and pursed his lips. He finally went back to his own bedroom and closed the door.

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Fabien was outside on the beach. He had kicked off his flip-flops, relishing the cool sand beneath his bare feet as he sat on a weathered log near the crackling bonfire.

He dug into the pocket of his denim jacket and pulled out a joint. He pulled out his lighter and flicked it.

With a slow inhale, he lit the end, the sweet, Reona-y scent immediately mingling with the sea air. He let the smoke curl deep into his lungs, holding it for a beat before exhaling a long, thin stream. The tension in his shoulders began to unfurl. The waves crashing against the shore seemed to find a rhythm with his own slowed heartbeat. Fabien leaned back, propping himself up on his hands, eyes fixed on the shifting, dancing flames.

Sobbing loudly, Blair bolted out of the lodge and collapsed onto the sand right in front of Fabien. He pounded the ground as he wept, prompting Fabien to laugh and think to himself that his inability to sleep had been completely worth it.

Fabien: “Aw, what’s wrong, Blair? Why were you in our lodge?”

Fabien chuckled, taking a drag from the joint between his fingers and slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke. Blair let out a warbling sound and sat down next to him, which only made Fabien laugh harder.

Fabien: “Blair, talk to me.”

He said, his voice dripping with a mockingly helpful tone.

Blair sobbed into his hands, removed his bucket hat, and angrily threw it down. Fabien snorted. Holy fuck, never change, Blair, he thought.

Fabien: “Blair…”

He began.

Fabien: “I’m your friend. I will always be your friend, so you have to tell me why you’re sad so I can help you, not laugh at you.”

He said, trying hard not to burst out laughing. He knew what Blair would tell him would make him roar with laughter.

Blair: “Fabien, I don’t know what to do.”

He cried. Fabien tried not to laugh.

Fabien: “Okay, so what were you doing in our lodge?”

He smirked, resting his head on his palm as he drew a drag. Blair blew his nose in his Superman shirt. Fabien twisted his face in disgust.

Fabien: “You couldn’t find a Kleenex, buddy?”

He asked wryly.

Blair: “Fabien, Jordi was raping Ashley.”

He blurted through tears. Fabien gaped at Blair in disbelief that he would say that, but then again, this is Blair.

Fabien: “Okay, so…”

He shifted on the log.

Fabien: “Why are you here, telling me and not breaking the door down to save her?”

He asked, followed by a snicker. Blair sobbed.

Blair: “Because I am too upset!”

He wept. Fabien threw his head back and laughed, slapping his knee.

Fabien: “Man, if I heard someone raping Celeste, I would break the door down and want to kill them, not be out here crying to someone who wants to get high, but I am not as specialmazing as you, Blair!”

He said dryly.

Blair: “Thanks, Fabien. I know I am.”

He dried his eyes. Fabien laughed loudly.

Blair: “I think I know what to do to make this better…”

He nodded.

Fabien: “What’s that now?”

He chuckled.

Blair: “There’s a gift shop on the boardwalk. If I buy them a swimsuit, they will not want Jordi and will want me!”

He smiled. Fabien gaped at Blair in disbelief, but had to remind himself that this was Blair.

Fabien: “What a shift in demeanor after saying someone assaulted your ladylove.”

He said dryly.

Fabien: “You’re right, Blair! Getting her a swimsuit will make her love you!”

He laughed.

Blair rose and grabbed his bucket hat.

Blair: “You’re a good friend, Fabien. I feel better after talking to you!”

He chirped. Fabien rolled his eyes and inhaled another drag, burning it down to a roach. He flicked it into the bonfire.

Fabien: “Don’t mention it, Blair. Thanks for gracing me with your time. I am blessed you gave me that privilege.”

He said sarcastically with a smirk. Blair beamed.

Blair: “I only do it for my good friends! Well, have a good night, and don’t stay up too late, or you will sleep in and miss breakfast! That’s the most important meal of the day!”

He explained. Fabien looked up in mock surprise.

Fabien: “OH, WOW, BLAIR! In the entire twenty-three years of my life, I NEVER KNEW THAT! I am so grateful I have YOU to tell me this!”

He gasped, pressing his hand to his mouth. Blair smiled widely.

Blair: “It’s a good thing you have me to teach you, then!”

He walked down the beach back to his lodge. Fabien watched him go and rolled his eyes.

Fabien: “Never fucking change, Blair.”

He muttered.

Ichiro watched them from the bushes. This cretin is what Fabien takes amusement in, he thought. Instead of admitting his fat, philandering girlfriend is cheating on him, he cries rape, he mused. The only one who will truly miss Blair is you, Fabien Bellegarde, he thought as he watched him from a distance.