I lay on bed, almost drifting to sleep. It had been around an hour since everybody was done with dinner-and-gossip and here I was in the sheets. Aarush hadn't come back to the room yet. I didn't know who he was with and what he was doing.

I knew he'd spend some time away. I was making the air too suffocating for him to breathe, as he had so directly said to me this afternoon. But it was now an hour and I was also worried where he was at three o'clock in the night. I wanted to call him but I couldn't. Call it ego, call it self-control, it prevented me to verbally communicate to him. I didn't have anything to say to him.

I remember being too drowsy with only a fraction of consciousness lingering when I felt somebody's back pressing into my chest in the bed. Of course, it was him and that had become our habit in the trip to sleep like that. So, in my sleepy trance, I snaked my arm around his waist and cuddled him, as was my part of the habit. I also probably heard him murmuring something but I couldn't fight the sleep that completely overtook me before I could comprehend his words.

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the bed again. I looked around with hooded, sleepy eyes to find him and saw that the bathroom light was on. Seconds later, the shower could be heard running. I dragged myself out of bed and walked to the mirror, staring at my messy face. My cheeks and lips looked swollen, just like after every sleep. I looked grumpy too, as always. I stood there doing nothing – just looking at myself without letting my thoughts wander anywhere else. I wanted to make this morning nice. We were on a vacation and I shouldn't let a quarrel ruin that.

The shower turned off and some time later, the door clicked open. My gaze momentarily went in its direction and I turned away equally fast because in that small instance I had seen my boyfriend coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped low on his waist and his hair wet and dripping. Some droplets of water could also faintly be seen on his lower abdomen. He must've noticed me standing but he didn't bother paying any attention to that. If the situation wasn't so strained, I would've considered jumping on him. For the time being, I kept my hands to myself.

He walked over to where his suitcase was lying and he pulled out a pair of clothes from it. I took my turn to go to the bathroom to freshen up. When I came back, he was fully clothed and ready with good hair, deodorant and all.

"There's a message in the group. Kshitij says he wants to meet everybody at sharp ten o'clock to head over to the beach." Aarush finally spoke to me. His tone wasn't soft, it wasn't weary, it wasn't apprehensive. It was simply plain – like how a normal friend would talk to a friend. But we were more than that. Hell, at this moment particularly, we were anything but friends.

"You should get ready, there's only fifteen minutes left." He concluded, doing random things in his wallet to avoid looking at me.

He had a point though. It was only fifteen minutes left for the clock to strike ten and I was yet to have a bath. So, I took out my clothes from my bag and hurried into the bathroom. I took a quick shower and then realized that I had forgotten to bring the towel with myself. I was hesitant to do it but I called out to Aarush.

"Can you hand me my towel?"

"Coming," He replied from outside and was then heard to be shuffling around my bag.

"Here," his voice came from outside the door and I opened it to a slit wide enough to take my hand out. I was naked and wet and I was not planning to surprise him with my junk. That was, until our hands brushed together when I was taking the towel from him. Instead of letting it go, I grabbed his hand for a second, feeling him stiffen and then I did not know what came over me but I pulled him inside.

"Wha – " His voice trailed as he stumbled inside, in front of me, with my towel in his hand and his wrist enveloped by my wet palm. His eyes were widened as they momentarily trailed down my body and then quickly jumped back up when he saw my nakedness. He was blushing very hard and looking absolutely ravishing.

So, I pulled him closer, making both of us catch our breaths. I took the towel from him with my free hand and absentmindedly hung it over the hooks on the right. He was looking into my eyes with nervousness, excitement and anticipation. I was looking back with nothing but lust.

He was still fully clothed but thankfully not wearing his shoes and watch, when I turned on the shower again. The water poured down over the both of us, making him shiver with surprise as he looked at the shower-head and then back at me. I was in a total daze and was letting my body guide itself without having my consciousness interrupt. And I was glad that he wasn't objecting it either, even though his new clothes were soaking.

I picked up the soap and placed it into his hand. He looked down at it with his lips apart and water cascading down them in a sinful way. I was beginning to feel myself twitch. Today, he would see me getting hard for him, from the beginning to the transition to the end.

With his eyes still on it, I brought his hand up with the soap and placed it on my chest, signaling him to do the needful. I met his nervous eyes again, with my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths and his hand along with it. After a few more seconds of foreboding, he began moving his hand, brushing the soap along my skin.

He glided it from above my left breast to my shoulder, then down to the middle of my chest and then to the right. He did not once look up at my face as he covered my shoulders and neck with the soapy lather which was being washed away continuously with the downpour of water from the showerhead.

I was hard.

As he began taking the soap down to my abdomen, I stopped his hand with mine. I took the soap and kept it aside and then guided his soapy hand directly to my shaft. His hand trembled at the contact with the cold velvety skin of my member and he looked up at me with a look of lust and indecision. His lips were bewitching me and I couldn't keep myself away from them any longer so I dipped my face forward and caught them into my open mouth. I felt a tiny whimper pass his mouth as they entered the warmth of mine, making me impossibly harder against his hand. I pressed his palm down to my rod firmer and then wrapped my hand around his waist to pull him flat against me.

His clothes pressed against my undressed skin as I kissed him – free and deep. One hand of mine held his neck to guide him into the kiss and the other held his waist close, while one of his hands was on my member and the other on my chest, squeezed between our bodies.

He kissed me back as we both stood drenched. Softness transitioned to something more profound as I hurried to get him bare. I threw his clothes away in a puddle by the corner and backed him against the cold tiled wall before holding his hands above his head and biting behind his ear. He moaned out loud in a sexy, higher pitched voice than his usual, letting it echo beautifully in the whole bathroom.

I worked on a few hickeys along his long neck and shoulder as our shafts fell flush against each other. I bit his skin, kissed it, sucked down on it. I roamed my hands all over his body and loved every moment of it, especially twitching and teasing his nipples. He relished it too and made it evident through the sounds that filled the area between the four walls.

In a sudden switch of energies, he flipped us around so that I was now backed up to the wall. He looked into my eyes- all nervousness gone. He was into it now. I smiled.

His lips fell on mine again and I poured all my love into the kiss, clasping him tight against me. He moaned against my lips and then pulled back, keeping his eyes locked with mine. His knees slowly bent themselves and touched the ground. His face tilted up, still staring at mine. His chin brushed against my hard-on teasingly and he bit his lip. I was desperate now. Desperate to have him, desperate to be in him.

Pushing my fingers into his hair, I clutched a handful right when he decided to open his lips wide and swallow me in.

Shaky breaths escaped my mouth as he pushed his head down on me. I bucked my hips into his mouth, savouring the unparalleled pleasure I got from being inside any part of him. His cheeks turned more pink and his breaths more heavy but not once did he turn his eyes away. I loved every moment of it, and every moment that followed it.

We couldn't go all-in before our phones began ringing noisily from the room outside. I detached my lips from their current position on his nipple and then stood up to look at his face. His eyes opened slowly and he looked towards the door in disappointment. It was probably way past ten and our friends must be waiting for the both of us. We both knew we had to stop, despite how much neither of us really wanted to.

I kissed his wet cheek several times and then pulled away to turn the shower off. He stood against the wall awkwardly for a while before snatching the towel off the hooks and wiping his body with it. His body was throbbing with loud breaths and he was red in the face, looking entrancing. I wish I could keep us trapped here forever.

"Here," he said in a sweet voice, handing the towel to me and I took my turn to wipe myself dry.

Both of us walked out naked into the room. He searched for a new pair of clothes as I dressed up, eyeing him all the time. Within the next ten minutes, we both were as ready as we could be in this state and we silently walked out, locking the room behind to join our friends downstairs for the next excursion. 

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A/N: It had been a while since I had published anything at all. So, here was a little extract of an old unfinished novella I had written. I hope you enjoyed whatever this was lmao.

If you think the names are strange and unheard of, it's a story with an Indian background. I thought I should write more about the characters in my own surroundings and bring some representation out there.

Thanks for reading. You all are amazing.