Playing Games

A Moment of Realization

I wake up the next morning, with mine and Austin's limbs entangled, as I lay my head on his chest. In my sleepy haze, I begin admiring his sleeping presence. I lift my head up to inspect his features. His lips are slightly parted and his face looks relaxed. His mustache is just barely starting to curl over his plump top lip. His beard has grown in a little, allowing the tattoos underneath to just barely peek through. I move my gaze down to his chest and I trail my index finger on the swirls of black ink that cover it.

It really is amazing how well Austin and I click, I mean as soon as we met each other, we hit it off. It almost seems too good to be true. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a certain raspy voice, "stop staring at me, it's creepy" he joked. I looked up from his chest and to his eyes. I smile as I lean closer, "sorry, can't help it" I whisper. He gives me a tired smile and grabs the back of my head, pulling me in to a kiss. "How'd you sleep," he asked resting his head back on the pillow. "Really good. How about you?" "Like a baby," he responded as he began to remove the blankets. He got out of bed, presumably headed to the bathroom and I watched his every move. "Nice ass" I say out loud, copying his statement about my ass the night before. He turns his head back to look at me and shoots me a wink as he slaps his cheek. I burst out laughing, completely caught off guard and I can hear him laughing behind the closed door of the bathroom.

I get out of bed and start putting together an outfit for our day out on the yacht. I decided on a white bikini with a tan two-piece, linen short and button up top. I quickly slid into my bikini and was in the process of sliding my shorts up when I heard the bathroom door open. I heard him jump back on to the bed and I turn around to him staring at me as I continue to get dressed. "Take a picture, it'll last longer" I joke and he gives me a naughty smirk. "I mean if you insist," he says as he grabs his phone off the bedside table and snaps a picture of me. "Austin! I probably look terrible, delete it," I say as I walk over to wear he's now seated up in the bed. "Not a chance! You look hot," he says staring at the picture.

I reach to grab his phone but he stretches his arm to the opposite side, so that I can't reach. I shake my head, and an idea pops into my head. I climb up onto the bed and straddle his lap. His right had immediately falls to my hip and his left hand still holds the phone out of my reach. "Let me at least see it," I say as I give him a sad pout. He gives in and shows me the photo. It surprisingly wasn't bad at all. It was a cute candid picture of me laughing with a stretched out arm, like I was trying to block the camera. What really caught my eye was the way I was smiling. I almost didn't recognize myself because of the giant smile and look of true happiness on my face. "It's actually not bad," say shrugging my shoulders and handing the phone back to him.

"You couldn't look bad even if you tried, sweetheart" he said as he rubbed his thumbs along my sides. I smile as I place both hands on his cheeks and kiss him. The kiss started out innocent but quickly progressed as Austin pulled me close to his body and slid his tongue in my mouth. I slowly started to grind myself down into his lap as he moaned into our kiss.

Knock, knock, knock. "Wake up fuckers, it's party time!" We hear Smitty yell on the other side of the door. Shit. I quickly hop off of Austins lap and see the tent I created in between his legs. "You might want to cover that" I say with a smirk as I head to open the door. "I really hate Smitty right now," was all he said as he slid on a pair of sweats that were laying on the floor. I open the door and to my surprise everyone was outside. "Oh shit, hey! What's up" I say wondering why everyone is outside the door.

"Well if either of you would answer your phones, you would know we said we were going to meet at 9. And well, it's 9 and you two haven't responded" Christine says with a knowing look in her eyes. "Shit, my phone must be on silent. Sorry guys," I say as I let them in the room. Smitty jumps on the bed and makes himself comfortable as everyone gathers around. "You still ain't out of bed Posty, what the fuck" Smitty says making fun of Austin. "Shouldn't you be more hungover and a lot less loud" Austin replies, rubbing his head, faking a hangover as a cover up to why he's still in bed. Smitty laughs at his comment. "Well get your ass out of bed so we can grab some breakfast and hit the road" Adam says, "and you," he points to me, "you ready to go?" "Just about, got to grab some stuff first, but we'll meet you guys downstairs. We going to the cafe for breakfast?" I ask. "Yep, don't take forever either. I'm starving," he says as they all exit the room.