***Ben's Point of View***
On the 3rd, I drove us to the beach house. Living in the city I rarely drive, so it's nice.
Focused on the road ahead, I didn't even notice him move his hand to rest on my thigh. "You're very cute when you're all focused on driving."
"You should see me in surgery." I gave him a wink. I put my right hand over his on my thigh.
"A boss bitch, I bet." He grinned at me. I stole a glance in his direction. His wild eyes sent goosebumps down my spine.
We stopped in town to get groceries for the stay and some party supplies as well. Once finishing the drive, we pulled into the driveway, immediately making me feel a sense of calm. "I love this place."
"I know, my family can't wait to come back here. It's so peaceful."
"I'm glad. It's great having them and all our friends here. A nice tradition."
"Hopefully we can make some more." He kissed me. "I got the suitcases." He grabbed both of our small suitcases with ease and took them inside, bringing them straight to the bedroom. I brought the first round of groceries inside, then he helped me with the rest. After we put everything away, he went to the bathroom while I stayed in the open kitchen and living room area.
The crisp tans, grays, and whites of this house and furniture creates an elegant, beautiful beach vibe that is calming. I comfortably sunk into the plush white couch. "Hurry up and join me!" I called out to him.
"I'm coming, gosh, you're so needy." He collapsed on top of me, wrapping me in a big bear hug.
"Way to dry your hands." I laughed, "Now I'm soaked." I played with him.
"Well maybe if you weren't begging me I would've had more time to dry them." He sassed before kissing me.
Wow, he smells so good. Clean and fresh, but still very masculine. I ran my fingers through his hair. "You smell so good."
"Yeah, my weekly shower day was yesterday." He joked.
I laughed as he kissed my cheek. My hand snuck under his shirt, running up his smooth back. I never truly appreciated how God-like and incredible this man's body is, his back being no exception. His back muscles, ugh, the curve of his back as I run up to his shoulder blades.
"Someone's feeling frisky." He smirked.
"Maybe a little..."
"Play your cards right and tonight you'll get lucky." He kissed me, then pulled off of me.
"No, come back!"
"I'm gonna make you lunch, would you prefer to starve?" He sassed.
"...no, I guess not."
I joined him in the kitchen, getting comfortable on one of the barstools for the island counter. I set up the house sound system, putting on music for just the first floor. Fun hits, current and from the past few decades.
"The taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic, I'm slippin under!" He sang and danced along to the music. I placed my elbow on the counter, resting my jaw in my hand. This boy is annoying, but in an adorable way. "It's a love story baby just say yes!"
"You're quite a pop icon."
"You bet I am." He pointed at me with the spatula.
We enjoyed lunch, tortellini, then decided to go for a dip in the pool.
"Did you bring any sexy pairs of bathing suits?" He asked me.
"I don't, did you?" I teased him on the way upstairs.
"You know I look sexy in anything. But yes."
"So did I." He playfully slapped my ass. "I'm only wearing these today, no way is anyone else seeing me in these."
He laughed, "I'm okay with that, I like you all to myself. I'm gonna change and use the bathroom, I'll meet you downstairs in a minute."
"Okay." I peeled off my clothes and put them in the hamper, then put on my blue speedos. Very inappropriate, pubes-showing, butt-lifting, extremely sexy, almost no-material speedos. I grabbed my sunglasses and a medical journal, slid my flip flops on, them headed downstairs.
Thankfully, the neighborhood has people come and take care of the gardens and pools, so everything's all set. I laid on the lounge chair, soaking in the sun, as I dove in to the journal. It's an interesting one, I got into it I didn't even hear Alex come outside. "Boo!" He shouted from behind, making me jump and scream.
"Jesus Christ! You're a psycho!"
"No, I just took advantage of you, I could tell how engrossed you were in that journal. What's it about?" He sat on the edge of my lounge hair.
"It's on 3-D printing organs. It's actually really cool the strides science and technology are making right now."
"That stuff is crazy, like the fact that you can eventually just print out a new organ for someone is insane."
"Yeah, it is. But I think I'll put it down for now, I want to admire my boyfriend in his outfit." I grinned, putting the book down on the table.
He stood up and gave a slow spin. His incredible physique was on full display in his tight, black speedos. His bulge made my mouth water, and his ass made my pulse rise.
"You are so hot." I said.
"No, I'm not. It's just the speedos." I sat up and scooted down to the end of the chair.
"Don't say that." I said, pulling him down to my height so he was sweating in front of me. "The first day I saw you, on the plane, I swear I was mentally going crazy. I was so nervous sitting next to you because of how insanely gorgeous you are. I thought there was no way in hell I'd be able to sit next to your for that flight, let alone talk to you." I cupped his face in my hands. "And then, we started talking and you were not a complete and total douche like I expected, and that's when I gave in, I knew I needed to be your friend. You're beautiful on the outside, I mean look at yourself. But you're completely and utterly stunning on the inside." I stared him in the eyes.
His hands covered mine, he moved his lips to kiss my right hand. "I love you. I mean that. I thank God everyday for you. I was so happy we became friends, and I'm even happier getting to be yours. Because you are so insanely special, you're so rare." He kissed my other hand.
"I love you, too."
"I have a secret to tell you." He started. I looked at him quizzically as he continued. "That day we met. I know what you did. I had noticed you when we were waiting to board the plane, I thought you were so cute. Then I overheard you ask the woman at the counter to give your seat up to the man in the uniform. I was already half in love with you before we even met. Then when you sat next to me I about lost it, I was so happy I had those hours to charm you. And then that storm, that storm gave us that time in Paris, giving me a real chance to get to know you more."
"I can't believe you never told me that." I was surprised, having forgotten I even did that. "I can't believe you overheard that, I didn't want anyone to know about it."
