Summer Vacation - Gay smut/fluff

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A/N: My stepdad is honestly the best dad anybody could ask for. I love him more than my real dad, and I respect him so much. He does everything for me. Last year, we went to Los Angeles. Then, we went to a 5 DIAMOND hotel to relax because school was stressing me out. Last week, we were out swimming and someone looked at my scars and he yelled at them and flipped them off. Now, we're going to Mexico in a week. Like, wow! Sorry for the rant!
Enjoy~
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*Ryan's POV* (yes, omg)
"Mum, Monica's being an arse!" I heard Caleb scream from downstairs. Hah, mum's gonna kill him for using that word. He's only fourteen, and our mum is strict.
No smoking in the house, no friends over after 10pm, no dating until you're 22!
She expects us to be the perfect little angels, but that won't happen. Not if she spoils us like she does.
Running a hand through my hair, I stretched. I was bored. The island resort was amazing, don't get me wrong, but I'm lonely. No parties, no fun people, no Wi-Fi.
My mum turned in off because I spend too much time on it. Bitch can go burn in Hell...
I walked out onto the massive balcony leading from my bedroom door, looking out over the water. The mainland was an hour and a half boat drive, if you're speeding. Normal speed, almost two and a half hours. In every direction. Water, water, and more water.
Taking out the John Player Standard pack of cigarettes from my pocket, I take one out, placing it between my lips. Fumbling for the lighter, Oliver joins me on the balcony.
"Can I have a cigarette?" He said quietly. I sneered, shaking my head as I lit my own.
"Nah." I simply said. Smoking was bad, and as much as I loved doing it, I'm not going to be the cause that Oliver starts to do it as well. Mum's gonna kill me!
"Why not?" Oliver pouted, sitting down in one of the waterproof bean bag chairs and gazing over the water.
"Three reasons," I said, making eye contact with him as I took a drag. "One, mom would kill me with no remorse." Another drag was made. "Two, it's bad for you." Looking over the water, I sighed. "Three, I don't want you to start because it slowly kills you."
"Since when do you care?" Oliver scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and letting out a frustrated huff.
"Since today," I smirked. "Because mum will murder me." Rolling his eyes, Oliver got up.
Walking back into my room, he quietly murmured, "Of course, saving your own ass again."
Chuckling, I disposed of the tiny butt left of the cigarette into an ashtray. Sitting on the railing, I grabbed my phone. Great, useless piece of shit. I quickly stored all of my data on KapCloud before chucking the piece of crap into the garbage. Gross, it was the second edition KapPhone. For heavens sake, the ninth edition is out! They can get me a new one any time. I mean, it's their company.
"Hunny, come downstairs! Our guests are landing shortly and I need you and Oliver to come pick them up from the mainland airport, then drive them to the dock and then boat them here!" Mum's voice rang through the house. Jumping off of the railing, I landed in the soft, white sand. Hmm, the perks of being rich. Dusting off my trousers, I walked into the island house from the front door.
"Mum, can I go?" Caleb pouted, tugging on my mum's shirt. She smiled lovingly down at him.
"Okay, but you'll have to join Ryan on his boat." She smiled, running a hand through Caleb's blonde hair. He smiled widely before walking over to me.
"Hey, twerp." I smirked, giving him a noogie before turning to my mum again. "So, what's the plan? Who's on which boat?"
"You're on the speedboat and Oliver's on the motorboat. The kids, Jamie and Kayla, are on your boat, since they probably won't mind speeding like you always do. The parents, Paul and Jade will be on Oliver's boat, since it's slower and they're adults."
Great, understood. I nodded walking out and grabbing the keys for the speedboat. Climbing in, I glanced at the pouting fourteen year old on the dock. "What?" I roll my eyes. "Aren't you gonna get in?"
"Aren't you gonna help me in?" He frowned, shifting uncomfortably. Laughing, I throw him over my shoulder and sit his arse down on the leather seats at the back.
"Take out the towels, we might get sprayed. The waves are in our direction this evening." I called back, turning the key in the ignition. Looking up I saw Oliver going regular speed towards the mainland. Hah, sucker. Gonna take him two hours!
"Everything good?" I glanced back at Caleb to see him holding many towels, grinning and nodding.
Pressing my foot on the gas pedal, our speedboat rocketing forward and right past Oliver's. He glared at us before going the highest speed it would go. Speeding up our boat more, the water from under ours splashed right onto Oliver, making him let out a shout for us to stop and just get going.
Laughing, I steered towards the mainland.
=+1 HOUR LATER+=
I pulled up to the mainland dock, helping Caleb out before locking and securing the boat to the dock. I nodded at a few of the people around there before jogging to the car. Looking over the ocean, I saw Oliver approaching. Fifteen minutes later, he was standing beside us, all soaked.
"Why are you so wet?" I laughed, walking over to the expensive van we had. Getting in the front seat, Oliver climbed into the backseat and Caleb into the passengers.
"Went too fast." The sixteen year old boy laughed and dried himself off with a towel. Thank god the landing area was only ten minutes away. Parking the car, I got out, demanding Caleb and Oliver to stay in the car as I leaned against it.
The jet landed, but it wasn't turned off yet. I was not going to go up to it, what if it started and killed me? I wasn't suicidal. Yet.
Shaking my head lightly, I heard the jet turn off and the door open. Putting on my signature smirk, I took out an unlit cigarette and placed it in my mouth. Yes, I smoked. But... The bad boy label was all a façade to get more attention. I was really nice and caring deep down, but I always have to pretend to not give a shit about anyone or anything.
Kayla, I assume, stumbled out first, laughing hysterically. What was up with her? I watched carefully as she pulled someone out of the door. Clearly a guy. He was cute, too. Emo, or Goth. Straightening up, I smiled gently as they walked over to me, the boy-wasn't his name James or something?-blushing furiously. Aw, how cute. He was shy, too.
"Hey," The girl, Kayla, smiled and pushed her brother in front of her a little. "I'm Kayla and this is Jamie, my brother. He prefers Jay though." She introduced them.
Jamie was trying to look at everything except me. I smiled, nodding. "I'm Ryan, and Jay is a beautiful name for a beautiful guy." I winked, making him blush more, if that was even possible. Kayla giggled as their parents caught up.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Fakkus." I greeted them sincerely, opening the back door for them. There sat Oliver, shirtless and still soaked.
Grinning sheepishly, Oliver said, "Sorry, I drove the boat too fast and I got wet."
The Fakkus parents dismissed it and slipped in beside him, Kayla and Jamie going to the very back and talking quietly amongst themselves.
Pulling up to our reserved, personal parking spot at the dock, I got out and opened the doors for everyone.
"If you'd like, we have life vests for you guys since it's quite a boat ride." Oliver offered and Kayla laughed.
"Life vests? What's that?" She smiled. They were American, which, strangely, attracted me even more to the boy-Jamie.
"Uh, life jackets!" Oliver brightened up as he remembered the American name for it.
"My wife and I would like one, please." Mr. Fakkus butted in, smiling at Oliver. He rummaged through the back of the van before finding two life vests that fit them. Then, Oliver lead them to his boat, leaving Caleb, Kayla, Jamie, and I alone.
"Life vests?" I cocked an eyebrow, looking over at Kayla and Jamie. They both shook their heads.
Caleb instantly started questioning them both, not leaving them alone. Getting in the boat, I helped Caleb, then Kayla. Smiling, I put my hands on Jamie's waist and picked him up, surprisingly easily, and placed him in.
"T-thanks..." He blushed. Aw, his voice was just the cutest. Nodding and smiling, I let him take a seat before starting the ignition. Caleb still wouldn't shut up.
Jamie plugged his earphones in and quietly hummed to whatever he was listening to. Considering that it was almost seven in the evening, it was still light out.
Speeding off, I couldn't stop glancing back at the gorgeous boy. What was happening to me?
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A/N: I tried my best to make Ryan's thoughts sound British, but I suck >.< sorry~!
Um, should I do more first person POVS, or should I do third person ones? Because I feel like first persons is better...
QOTC: What's happening to Ryan?!?! And, do you actually think Ryan is nice? And~~~, do you think Ryan's a rich snob?
AOTC: 1.) Can't tellll! 2.) Perhaps ;) 3.) Not reallyyy!
Okay, time to go for me! I have to cook pasta /,\
I'll probably end up calling 9-1-1 because I can't cook for shit!
Anyways, gooooooodbye babies!
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