Crushed Underneath the Surface (Complete)

Escape Continued - Part 3

A/N: This chapter contains mature content.
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Chapter 5.3
Escape Part Three
August, Summer in Honolulu Hawaii

He was a tall, well-built man with dark mahogany skin, he stood beside Milo, his gold-colored eyes glinting in the dim light. His long, luxurious black locs frame his sharp jawline, giving him a striking appearance against the backdrop of the island's dusky glow. Dressed in a loose, white button-up and linen shorts, Javier exudes an effortless confidence that makes it impossible to ignore him.

"Good evening, beautiful," Javier's deep voice rumbles smoothly to the bartender, sending a spark through Milo. He orders a Hawaiian Margarita, but his gaze never leaves Milo, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

Milo's breath caught as their eyes met, and a subtle flush crept over his face. Javier's presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore.

"Hello... I'm Javier... you've been watching me for a while, haven't you?" Javier teased, his voice warm, smooth, and dripping with confidence.

Milo swallowed, feeling both bold and flustered, the alcohol loosening his tongue. "Hey... I'm Emilio... I wasn't trying... to be subtle," Milo's voice was low, almost a whisper. Javier's smirk widened as he leaned in just slightly, his gold-hued eyes gleaming in the low light. "Ah, ¿me estás coqueteando, eh?" he teased in a low, sultry voice, the words rolling off his tongue with that same effortless charm. (Oh, you're flirting with me huh?"

Milo let out a nervous laugh, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he tried to hide his blush. "¿Yo? No... entonces, tal vez... un poquito," he replied shyly, the alcohol giving him just enough confidence to play along. His heart pounded in his chest as their eyes remained locked, the world around them fading into the background. (Me? No... well maybe just a little)

Javier's gaze softened, something more intimate creeping into his expression as he watched Milo's reaction, clearly enjoying the shy, vulnerable energy Milo exuded. The chemistry between them grew more undeniable with each passing second, and Milo felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement stirring inside him.

"You know," Javier murmured, leaning in close enough that Milo could feel the warmth of his breath on his skin, "I don't mind a little flirting, but while on vacation I tend to do things a bit more... stimulating." Milo's heart raced as Javier's nearness sent a wave of warmth through him, the tension between them thickening. He let out a small, breathless laugh, feeling both giddy and relaxed in Javier's presence, despite the growing intensity. "I'm starting to see that."

They continued to talk, the playful banter flowing freely between them as they laughed and flirted, the connection deepening with every exchange. Javier's maturity and laid-back charm put Milo at ease, and yet, the thrill of being so close to him electrified the air. Every brush of Javier's hand, every lingering glance only served to intensify the pull between them. By the time the bartender offered them another drink, the two were fully immersed in each other, the sounds of the bar fading away as if they were the only ones left. Javier's gaze held steady, his smirk softening into something more serious, more intimate.

"What are you looking for tonight, Emilio?" Javier's voice dropped to a low murmur, his eyes searching Milo's face, the question hanging between them like a whispered secret.

Milo hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty tightening in his chest. Was it the alcohol drawing him toward Javier? Or was this something real, something deeper? He'd never thought about a man like this before—at least not consciously. His mind raced as he glanced at the subtle curve of Javier's lips, the sharp lines of his jaw, and the exposed skin of his chest beneath his open beach shirt. Was he truly attracted to him, or was it just the drinks dulling his usual reservations?