Samuel will affectionately pet the puppies while waiting for John. The puppies roll around Samuel's legs and arms with active movements, and fur gets on his suit. John, who has finished preparing to go out, appears, and Samuel returns to a stiff waiting posture. John with brown hair (I like this color) wears clothes of cream and soft tones and faces Samuel, who is wearing a monochromatic black suit.
Instead of pointing out Samuel's suit, John removes the fur himself. The puppies sit maturely and look at Samuel. At that level of tension. when one person flips everything over…Samuel pets the puppies, the cute puppies must have licked Samuel's hands like crazy. Later, John or Samuel ends up licking the other's hand. If this is too direct a metaphor, then just to the extent of stroking the hair.
another day, Samuel is standing in front of a building wall, frowning under the sunlight. Another bodyguard assists John by holding a parasol, and John looks at Samuel just before getting into the car. Samuel boarded the transport vehicle behind John's car, but after driving for a short distance on the road, he gets into John's vehicle. It is John's instruction and his small deviation.
When Samuel woke up hearing the morning alarm, John was asleep. John used to wake up around 10 or 11 o'clock usually, but perhaps because the actions of the previous night had accumulated physical fatigue, he seemed to have fallen into a deeper sleep. While looking at John, Samuel was continuously debating between the heart that wanted to lie down and rest just like that and the habit of having to start the day… John, who seemed like he would stay asleep continuously, wakes up.
He was in a state of having woken up halfway after hearing the alarm sound along with Samuel. But he was enjoying Samuel's touch. When Samuel tried to get up from the bed after much deliberation, John catches Samuel.
"I'll give you a day off." A low and sullenly hoarse voice. Curly hair that became more tangled and swollen during the sleeping hours. As if he missed Samuel's spot, he crumpled the soft and rustling duvet lengthwise and hugged it. Samuel firms his mind, which was confused by John's muttering. It is not rebellion. He wanted to do what he was good at.
"Serving you is not work… in the past, and even now," Samuel says.
"Not work, my foot. Since when did you decide that on your own?"
After replying to Samuel's words, John puts down the duvet he was hugging and lies on his side. His arm, with small moles here and there, stands out. The moles are a size that is not visible from the distance where Samuel is standing but visible only when attached right next to John. The forearm where he followed kisses like signposts while entrusting his body to the heat last night. The soft touch comes to mind.
John spoke in a business-like manner, but he knows that Samuel has a different intention. Samuel also knows that John is deliberately pretending not to know his intention. So he kneels on the floor (he felt as if the moment he put his body back on the bed, he wouldn't be able to escape from there), takes John's hand, and meets his gaze.
"John…" He dares to speak the name. But before long, unable to bear himself, he buries his face in the bedsheet. Even though he had done it, the still unfamiliar form of address feels rude. He is also ashamed. John deliberately delays the answer and stalls for time. He slowly strokes Samuel's hair. Samuel takes John's touch as a kind of permission and continues speaking. To Samuel, work is work. He dislikes a relationship that seems like receiving a reward, such as a reward vacation. Whether it's work or a vacation, he just likes every moment spent with John. Even if he takes a vacation, he can't match John's schedule to his own, so somehow a free vacation feels like a breakup.
How should he say these complex thoughts? Samuel deliberates and leaves the interpretation to John. "You know my heart." He barely spits out the words to John with a feeling of acting like a spoiled child. Hearing Samuel's words, John makes a certain resolution and, returning to a business-like voice, instructs Samuel to 'wait at the meeting place at 3 o'clock.' Starting with those words, Samuel also gives a notification of today's schedule and asks John about breakfast preparations.
Tired John asks for breakfast to be brought to the room. Since the two had stayed in Samuel's room, it was an appropriate decision for Samuel himself to bring breakfast rather than another employee. Samuel intends to go out after just briefly washing his face and brushing his teeth. John tells Samuel it's okay, so finish showering before going out. It is a desire for interest/control that made him want to check things one by one after becoming lovers in just one night. John does not make a request to wash together. He watches everything from Samuel washing to drying his hair, doing skincare, and spraying perfume. The key is the atmosphere of leisurely watching someone else's preparation for work and being made to reveal an honest daily appearance to someone. (There was a famous painting of a noble master looking at a servant, but I can't remember the title.)
When Samuel comes out of the bathroom, wipes off the water, and naturally tries to tie a towel around his pelvis, John tells him not to cover up. "Why are you covering up?" John asks. At those words, Samuel puts the towel down somewhere else without much resistance.
And John persistently scans Samuel's body with his eyes. From Samuel's back, which he probably couldn't see properly last night, to the buttocks or thighs, and the ankles and feet where the Achilles tendon is visible. John is gradually stimulated but wants to enjoy the flow of the room that has already been made tender without breaking it. So he endures the desire. Samuel feels a bit of disappointment seeing John, who has no separate contact. He stares at John with eyes dripping with lingering regret. John savors the gaze. Still, he will at least give a kiss when Samuel leaves.
After Samuel leaves the room to get John's breakfast, John touches himself in the room. He takes a bath in the bathroom Samuel used first, wears a robe neatly, and waits sitting next to the table. Since John has a style he insists on separately, Samuel does not bring clothes to the room.
The breakfast Samuel brought is truly only a single serving for John to eat. Among the menu items are smoothies or sparkling water. John gives a hollow laugh seeing the single serving of breakfast and tells Samuel to bring a cup and sit across from him. The cup for pouring the drink must be very pretty (Example: St. Louis’s Tommy American water glass). Samuel and John share the breakfast, and after that, the two meet again at 3 o'clock as promised. John was driving the car himself. Samuel, who ended up boarding John's car abruptly, goes somewhere together.
"This is my personal schedule. So you should guard me," John says. The destination is a private beach. It is a place a bit away from tourist attractions, where the water is very clear and the depth is not deep.
John has the wealth to own a plot of land with a small private beach attached. While John’s vacation spot is normally a place he only brings his closest inner circle, he uses the beach as a date spot the very next day after spending their first night together. Without any hired staff for service, he even goes as far as getting takeout from a regular shop for the food he'll eat with Samuel.
Samuel, wearing square-cut trunks, swims in the ocean, acutely aware of John’s gaze. Since this is his first time on such an expensive date, he simply moves through the beautiful scenery with a sense of exhilaration. John, lounging with his sunglasses on, takes his time admiring Samuel from outside the water before finishing the last of his drink, removing his shades, and slowly wading into the water.
Samuel immediately heads toward him.
"Do you know how to swim?" Samuel asks.
"Probably better than you," John replies.
"How would you know?"
"Let go. See if you can keep up." With that, John swims ahead with a clean, cool stroke. Samuel follows, catching up by a narrow margin and wrapping his arms around him.
They reach a spot with a rock tunnel, a structure like the underside of a bridge. In the shaded space, their upper bodies feel the cool air despite the heat, making their shared warmth feel even more pronounced. The sounds of moving water and their voices echo against the rock. Still holding John, Samuel tries to say, "I won," but John silences him with a kiss. Swallowing his racing heart, Samuel manages to murmur, "I still won, though."
"Should I give you a prize?" John asks, entwining his body with Samuel’s. They share an affection that feels like melting, yet there’s a lingering hesitation about being outdoors. Even though it's a private retreat, it feels as if someone might be watching. Because the backdrop is the rough surface of a rock rather than a soft bed, they adjust their positions to avoid scraping their skin—John leaning forward, gripping the rock, or Samuel embracing John despite the risk of scratches on his back. Since it is such an unusual setting, the two of them become strangely exhilarated. The echoes against the stone, the rhythmic crashing of the waves, and the bright sunlight outside the cave keep them acutely aware of exactly where they are and what they’re doing.
They tighten their hold, pushing through the water's resistance and using buoyancy to press their bodies even closer. Positions that might have been physically draining on land are supported by the water, allowing them to sustain the moment longer. John matches Samuel’s movements, his hips swaying in rhythm. A mix of gravity and sheer will makes the sensation feel even deeper. The physical exertion is high, and as their body heat bleeds into the water, they instinctively seek out each other's warmth.
After their satisfactory time together, they head back to the sandy shore and lie down on the sunbeds. The wind is warm, and a pleasant lethargy settles over them. They’ve enjoyed a date that felt like a total escape. It feels good. The sky as sunset approaches is beautiful. If Samuel has scratches on his back, John tends to them. They snack on the food they brought. It’s a peaceful time.
Then, John asks, "Doing this for an entire week would be exhausting, wouldn't it?"
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