Chapter II: "Island Time"
It was around 2:00PM when the plane landed at the Kahului Airport. Alaric and Jon-O were still engrossed in conversation that only when the pilot announced their arrival did they realize their flight was over. They gathered their carry-ons and fared their way through the arrivals gate. The demon could sense that the boy was getting anxious, probably fearing that they would part ways and never see each other again. Oh no, their fun was just beginning. There were more delights in store for the athlete. Jon-O asked if they could walk together to the baggage claim. Alaric agreed.
They made their way into the central building, where the restaurants and shops were located. Before they could continue down the escalator, Alaric felt his smartphone vibrate in his suit pocket. He fished it out and saw his boss's office number displayed on the screen. "Hang on, one second," he told Jonathan. He answered the call. "Lycander here."
"You little rascal, you," his boss said sultrily. "You thought I wouldn't find out about your little getaway to Maui, didn't you?"
"You caught me, sir," Alaric admitted. His boss, Eric Danvers, loved it when he called him "sir." It turned him on. Danvers was a forty-year-old man who looked like he was in his early thirties. Ever since he laid eyes on Alaric, he became sexually interested in him. Alaric used this attraction early on to gain favor in the upper-ranks of the company. Occasionally, Danvers entrapped him in the office and begged him to feed his cock to his hungry hole. Playing the role of the desperate employee, Alaric satisfied the old man in ways his meager wife could not. It was ironic, because Danvers thought he was the one in control. But, it was Alaric who was the one that dictated their terms of engagement. During the climax of their first sexual encounter against his office window, overlooking the skyline of the city, Alaric shot three loads of his demonic seed inside of him. He could now control the man's libido at will, subsiding it when he was not in the mood for his petty requests to ram his needy ass.
"I'm a little hurt," Danvers said demurely. "I didn't get an invitation. We could be having a hot and sweaty fuck marathon for the next few days. That beefy man meat of yours needs to be inside me." He moaned softly as he relished the thought. Then he sighed and clucked. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to make do without this weekend. Whatever your hotel plans, cancel them. I got you the ocean front penthouse at the Maui Sunseeker, courtesy of the company. My cute sex devil deserves the best for working his ass off for that Gorman account."
"Oh wow," Alaric uttered, taken by surprise. "Isn't that the –?"
"Yes it is," Danvers interjected, reading his mind. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the all-you-can-fuck buffet at Maui's gay hotel. Just don't use that man tool too much. I expect it to be hard and ready when you get back and describe to me all the boys you plow...while you plow me."
Alaric chuckled, amused at his boss. "Well, I'm speechless, sir. I'll be sure to make good use of it over the weekend."
"Enjoy it, stud," Danvers smirked. With that, he ended the call.
He motioned Jonathan to continue on down the escalator. As they descended, they overlooked the garden on display below. The Kahului Airport projected the tropical feel that its visitors were about to enter beyond the doors. It was a small airport, but it was warm and welcoming in its atmosphere. Much is to be expected from a popular vacation destination, but the sun-lit architecture still impacted the impression. Even the palm tree display in the baggage claim area was illuminated by a sky dome above it.
As they waited for their luggage at the carousel, Alaric and Jon-O talked more about their plans on the island. The younger guy wanted to explore all of the party sites. It was sensible for a guy his age. Alaric was pondering the scene himself, but he would much rather enjoy himself on the beach, near the clash of waves. Jon-O's cell phone rang. The boy answered it. It was his father. More people were gathering around the baggage claim area impatiently. Soon, Alaric saw the first of his luggage: his suitcase. He grabbed it with ease and set it beside him.
When Jon-O got off the phone, he looked flustered. "Man, my dad just told me that my hotel reservation was deleted in error. He thinks it was most likely because some big rich guy wanted the suite reserved for me and the hotel went along with it. Now, I have to find some other room for a week, and I'm pretty sure all the good ones are booked up for three weeks out." He huffed in frustration and jerked his luggage off the carousel.
Oh, the fates are smiling upon Alaric today. Now it was up to him to play the hero. "Well, Jon-O, it seems like you meeting me wasn't just a mere coincidence," Alaric quipped. "My boss got me the ocean front penthouse at the Maui Sunseeker as a surprise. I was planning on canceling my reservation at the Sheraton." He pulled out his cell phone. "You are welcome to have that room if you want it. It's on the upper-level with a great view of the beach." He paused for a moment and gaged Jon-O's attentive stare. "Or, you are welcome to stay with me. I believe the penthouse has more than enough room for the two of us. Just keep in mind that the Sunseeker is an...alternative hotel, if you know what I mean. My boss has quite a sense of humor. But, it's a nice location as well."
The demon could tell that the mortal was nervous to make such a decision. On one hand, he did not want to make his interest in Alaric obvious. He was that kind of boy who had confidence among his peers, but not with someone unfamiliar. On the other hand, Jonathan wanted to make the best of his vacation, and Alaric had the means to oblige. After a few moments of thinking, the athlete took a deep breath. "I wouldn't mind tagging along with you. I just got to call my dad back and let him know I got the hotel situation figured out."
Alaric nodded and left him to do his business while he waited for his second set of luggage. Soon enough, his duffle bag came into view and he snatched it up before anyone else laid their hands on it. He placed his slender metal briefcase inside of it before strapping it upon his muscular shoulder. When Jon-O was done conversing with his father, Alaric looked at the time on his smart phone. It was 2:35PM. "'All is well, bud?"
"Yeah," Jon-O replied, raising the handle on his suitcase so he could begin rolling it along. "How long are you staying here?"
"I fly back on Monday morning," Alaric answered, following suit with his own luggage. "This is just a brief getaway for me."
"That gives me time to look for a new room, then," Jon-O stated.
"How about instead of canceling my reservation at the Sheraton, I just move it to Monday and extend it? Will that work for you?" Alaric looked at the boy tentatively. Jon-O nodded in agreement. "Good." He motioned him to follow him toward the car rentals. "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, I could use a bite to eat," Jon-O confessed.
"Alright, then I'll get us a rental car. We'll drive to the hotel, check in, drop our stuff off, and then get a late lunch somewhere nearby. Sound like a good deal?"
Agreed on their next course of action, Alaric obtained a nice rental car from the airport. Using his tablet as a GPS navigator, he made his way to the Sunseeker, which was on the south side of the island. Along the way, Jonathan took pictures of the tropical scenery. It was as if he were a child at the zoo, wondered by the scenery beyond the glass. The sexy hunk of an eighteen-year-old was a baffling combination of an athletic jock and a curious surveyor. Maybe it was the scientist within him that naturally brought him an air of intellect. Intelligence and a hot body? A rare and revered combination undoubtedly imparted itself in him. It was inspiring to say the least.
After a brief drive, they arrived at the Maui Sunseeker. The hotel hoisted a rainbow flag up in the sky, ascending the symbol of their pride for all to see. The exterior gave a sense of the Hawaiian Aloha that many spoke of. Palm trees burgeoned above the landscape surrounding the cluster of beige buildings. Small tropical plants splashed the area with a flourish. The shimmering sun lit up the place and the sparkles from the Pacific Ocean nearby highlighted its beauty. Jon-O could not contain his fascination. Alaric turned off South Kihei Road and passed through the front gate. He made his way to the office and parked the car.
Alaric invited Jonathan to get down with him. They entered the office together and a friendly staff greeted them. Alaric nodded politely and made his way to the reservations desk. The man standing there looked at him with a beaming smile and scanned him up and down. When Jonathan approached behind him, his brows quirked up for a second, but then he liked what he saw as well. "Aloha, welcome to the Maui Sunseeker. My name is Michael. Do you have a reservation with us currently?"
"Ah, yes," Alaric said amiably. "My boss actually made the reservation for me, today. I'm not sure if he put it under my name, Seth Lycander, or his name, Ericson Danvers. He said he got me the Oceanfront Penthouse."
"Oh, Mr. Lycander," the receptionist said hastily. "Yes, we have been expecting you. You'll be staying in Penthouse 221, which is the upstairs of this building. The couple who previously had the room reserved cancelled this morning, probably due to marital problems. Your boss was lucky enough to book the room before it got taken."'
"I have no doubt," Alaric commented. "Will you need a credit card?"
"No, sir," Michael answered. His eyes darted between Alaric and Jon-O, as if discerning what their relationship was. "I'm assuming this lovely young man is your plus one?" He winked at both of them.
"Sadly, no," Alaric said. "This is Jonathan O'Donnell. We met on the plane. Unfortunately, his hotel had a reservation error, so he had no place to go. I offered he stay with me until he got his situation figured out. Will that be a problem?"
"Not at all! I'll just put him under the reservation, no extra charge. He can stay with you as long as he'd like. You are at least eighteen, right?" He looked at Jon-O expectantly, with a glint of hopefulness in his eyes.
"Yeah," Jon-O stated.
"Good," Michael clapped. "This is an adult only resort. Your stay will be children-free." He gathered some brochures, paper work, a pamphlet map, and two key cards and handed them to Alaric. "Here are some materials if you guys are interested in reading about what to do here in Maui. We're right across the street from the beach. We have complimentary beach chairs, ice chests, towels, and snorkels if you need them. We also have a concierge in case you want to book any activities that catch your attention. The map provided will show you all the amenities that we have and where they are in the complex. We have a sun tanning deck, rooftop deck, two pools, a hot tub, barbeque grills, and a clothing-optional rooftop pool. The Oceanfront Penthouse has a personal hot tub and Jacuzzi that I'm sure you'll enjoy. Would you two like a tour of the property?"
"Perhaps some other time," Alaric told him. "Jonathan and I would like to catch a late lunch before the evening. Do you have any recommendations?"
"Sure! I suggest Five Palms. It's close by down the road. Happy hour has started, so you'll find some great drink and food prices. It's out on the beach, so you'll get a great view!"
"Excellent," Alaric said. "We'll check that out then."
"Fantastic!" Michael exclaimed. Another man approached. "This is Joe. He'll show you to where you'll be staying. Thank you for choosing us! Have a great lunch."
After bidding the eccentric receptionist farewell, Alaric and Jonathan went back to their vehicle to retrieve their luggage. Joe was kind enough to lend them a hand and took Alaric's duffel bag. They followed him up into the penthouse. "Congratulations on the Penthouse. I am confident you will find your stay most comfortable here. We set up the place for a married gay couple, but as Michael already mentioned, they canceled. So, feel free to make use of all the candles spread about. The bed has a rose petal spread shaped like a heart, so you guys can just do with it what you will."
Joe gave them a brief tour of the tropical themed apartment-like complex. The bedroom consisted of a king sized bed and a bathroom with a large shower and Jacuzzi tub. There was a dining area, a fully-equipped kitchen, a mini-bar, and tiki bar stools. The living room was furnished with couches, a TV entertainment set, and a full panoramic view of the ocean through its expansive windows and glass sliding door that led to the balcony. When they stepped out onto the balcony, the salt-laden air hit their faces in a gentle breeze. The balcony had a personal hot tub upon it. Alaric could not help but think of all of the possibilities this suite had to offer. Even Jon-O was completely surprised by the amenities offered.
"Please let us know if you gentlemen need anything," Joe told them kindly. "Malamapono a hui hou!" He departed out the door with a wave.
"I need to change out of this suit if we're going to be outdoors," Alaric said. "I'll be in the bedroom."
Alaric went into the sunlit bedroom and dug around his suitcase. While he looked for an appropriate outfit, he called the Sheraton and informed them that his reservation needed to be moved to Monday. Eventually, he decided on a pair of tan shorts and a white short-sleeved button up shirt with a dark stitching pattern. He quickly undressed down to his red boxers. The demon had a naturally chiseled body that had firm muscles but not too much bulk. He was intimidating in evil, but he did not desire to be intimidating in appearances. His chest consisted of a moderate amount of dark hair that matched the short straight hair on his head. A subtle treasure trail led to the hidden bulk of his groin.
Before he could change, Jonathan clambered into the room. He was taken aback from seeing the older man's hard body for the first time. His blue eyes wondered up and down the view of Alaric's ridged backside. When Alaric turned around, Jon-O looked down at his suitcase that was placed on the bed. "Sorry, I thought you were done dressing. I need to change too."
"By all means," Alaric declared. "Don't mind me."
Jonathan hesitated for a moment then retrieved an outfit from his clustered luggage. Alaric watched him strip down to his underwear in the big panoramic mirror on the wall opposite of the bed while he clothed. A slight erection was formed sideways through the thin cloth. Before Jon-O could catch him enjoying the view, he looked down and buttoned up his shirt. He looked back into the mirror and saw the flawless globes of the boy's ass cheeks as Jon-O bent down to slip on a pair of shorts. He wanted to conquer it right then and there. But, Alaric was a patient demon. Soon, everything will fall into place.
"So, is this really a gay hotel?" Jon-O inquired as he sheathed his iron torso in a tight baby blue t-shirt that outlined his Greek statue-like appearance.
"They cater to the gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender people, yes," Alaric clarified. "But they aren't exclusive. My boss knows Maui quite well and probably thought this would be an ideal location for me to enjoy the beach. Why? Does it bother you?"
"Well...," Jonathan faltered a moment. "No. I mean, I had a gay teammate during high school. It's no big deal. I just never been to a place where they're all in one place. Have you?"
"Yes, I have," Alaric nodded. "My company serves a lot of clients from the community. They aren't any different from the straight communities. I mean, they throw parties in a rather peculiar fashion, but other than that, they're just people who like to have fun."
"A-are you gay?" Jonathan asked.
Alaric chuckled at Jon-O's bashful demeanor. "Well, if you must know, I'm an experimental guy. You could classify me as bisexual, but I really don't identify with labels. Sexuality is more complicated than the gender you choose to do it with, in my opinion." Lust was definitely blinded to gender. The body wanted what it wanted, and would seek its desire from any source that would give it. He eyed the teen keenly. "What about you, Jon-O?"
"I'm straight," Jon-O said a little too quickly. "I've only been with girls."
"Of course, you have," Alaric smirked. "You're a star football player. That's a pussy magnet right there." He picked up his cell phone from the bed and glanced at the time. "Well, shall we head out now? I'm starving." Yes, starving for his man flesh.
"Yeah, let's do it," Jon-O agreed.
When they reached the Five Palms Beach Bar & Grill, the place was robust with activity. The bar was already full with patrons clambering to get their happy hour drinks. A hostess greeted them amorously and Alaric quickly spotted a table at a corner on the outdoor terrace near the ocean. He asked kindly if they could have that table, and the hostess immediately obliged. They were led past groups of people, most whom looked up and greeted them with, "Aloha!" Almost every hand had an alcoholic beverage. The atmosphere of this beachfront restaurant was upbeat and very laidback. Indeed, Michael from the hotel gave a great recommendation. Alaric made note to personally thank him later.
"Wow, this is a great view!" Jon-O exclaimed as they were seated at their table for two. "Do you think I'll be able to get a drink here?"
"I'm sure of it," Alaric winked.
Their waiter promptly came to their assistance. He informed them that the happy hour specials consisted half-off of drinks, appetizers, pupus, and sushi and lasted until 7PM. When he asked what they would be having for a drink, Alaric ordered a glass of syrah wine and Jonathan ordered a beer. The waiter was about to ask the minor for his ID, but Alaric quickly used his dark power to nudge the notion out of his mind. Jon-O was surprised when the waiter walked away without asking.
"So...you're a wine person, aren't you?" the boy said inquiringly. "Is that all you drink?"
"Mostly," Alaric replied. "I occasionally dabble in the liquor, but fine wine has always interested me. It's classy. Do you only drink beer?"
"Mostly," Jon-O mirrored in jest. "My choice of liquor is usually vodka. Jack Daniels is also a good friend to me."
"I'll keep that in mind," Alaric remarked.
When the waiter returned with their beverages, they ordered sushi of their choice. Their banter continued, mostly centering on Alaric's personal life. The demon revealed that he was a bachelor and enjoyed it. He viewed relationships as bad investments, especially when during the dating phase when there was no guarantee the investment would have a return. He spent a bit of time explaining to the youth how actual investment worked and how money grew with proper decision making and risk tolerance would a deliver a wealth through time. Jon-O thought that investing was the same as gambling, which a notion that the investment consultant refuted copiously. He encouraged the young man to start investing whatever money he earned, as starting early would surely earn him a large sum of money over time, regardless of risks.
"But, as a student, I won't be making much money," Jon-O relented, packing a sushi roll in his mouth. "I mean, my education is paid for, but work would interfere with my studies."
"Well you're on the right track with continuing your education, as it will increase your earning potential after four years," Alaric explained. "But, surely your parents will help pay for your expenses, right?"
"Well, they did tell me they put away a college fund for me," the boy said. "They said that they'll open a bank account for me and transfer portions of that fund to me each month."
"That's an excellent plan," Alaric said, taking a sip of his wine. "That will be an opportunity for you to see how much you spend on a regular basis. Once you get used to the cash flow, you should contribute whatever you don't use into a savings account. They hardly give any interest, but once you have accumulated a significant amount in savings, like say... five-thousand dollars, you can put that in a CD, which is a certificate of deposit. A CD will compound a fixed interest over a course of a short term and allow your money to grow. So, over the course of your four years in college, you will gain a compounded interest of what you put in your CD. You see, it may not be much, but you don't lift a finger to make that money grow. The concept of investing, as I have said before, is to make your money work for you while you work or study. Think of it as an extension of yourself. A fixed-income security will allow you to build a foundation for investing in the future."
By their fourth round of drinks and a course of appetizers, Alaric could tell that the alcohol was beginning to affect the young athlete across from him. Jon-O was becoming more open and began to get physical when they jested around. Perhaps the soon-to-be-frosh was thinking of him as a big brother. He did seem like the type that would join a fraternity. He was going to be big brother, alright. He was going to show him brotherly love in bed in the near future.
"Is there anything you would like to do this evening?" Alaric asked the younger guy when the bill came. "I plan on enjoying a bottle of wine on the beach and enjoy the sunset. Maybe go for a swim too. But, if there's something you want to do, you are welcome to take the rental car. Just don't get too blazed, or I'll have to make you take a taxi."
"The beach sound good," Jon-O pronounced. He saw the older man begin to take the bill and grabbed his hand. "How about I get it? You're helping me a lot by sheltering me in your penthouse. Let me return the favor."
Alaric smiled deviously. Of course, he'll eventually return the favor with that ass of his. But, for now, he humored the kid. "Sure. That's very kind of you." Jonathan beamed as he took the bill holder. Alaric took out his phone. "I'm going to call the hotel and see where we can stock up on drinks."
The receptionist, Michael, was still in the office. He was gleeful to hear from Alaric and asked them how their meal was at the Five Palms. After a few pleasantries, he informed him where there were places to go for alcohol. He even mentioned a supermarket where they could get food for their kitchen if they desired to have dinner at the penthouse. "Oh, did Joe tell you that there are some bottles of wine stocked up in the mini-bar? The couple that cancelled paid extra for us to buy wine for them before they arrive. And may I tell you, they have expensive taste. Since they cancelled, they are yours to enjoy, on us. The wine glasses are in the cabinet above the bar. Do you need an ice chest for the beach?"
"Uh, yes, that would be splendid," Alaric told him. "My friend here is an avid beer drinker."
"I will personally place the ice chest in there for when you get back! Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"That's all for now."
"Mahalo, Mr. Lycander! Aloha `oe!"
They soon departed from the bustling beachfront restaurant and made their way to the supermarket that Michael mentioned. They agreed that they should get some food and make use of the kitchen for dinner and breakfast. Once they were there, they quickly swept through the store and got the items they desired. Jon-O got himself some beer. They both gathered some liquor that interested them. When they decided to check out, they split the items and went through two different lanes. They packed the trunk of the rental car and made their way back to the hotel.
The sun began to descend into evening in the western horizon as they parked their car in front of their building. They were able to divide the groceries between each other to make one trip. A group of older male guests passed by and waved at them as they ascended up to the penthouse. The resort was beginning to show signs of activity as guests were returning from their daytime events. Upon entering the penthouse, they immediately stocked the groceries in the fridge and cabinets. Alaric checked the minibar and found the wine. The ice chest sat in the living room with two bags of ice waiting for them inside.
They went into the bedroom and immediately changed into their swimwear. This time there was no shyness from Jonathan. He casually took off his underwear while facing Alaric, his hung flaccid dick exposed for his eyes to enjoy. The demon coyly followed suit and showed him his own. It was slightly shorter in length while flaccid, but its girth was competitive was the athlete's. His balls were not as big and low. The dark bush above it complimented the treasure trail that led down to it. Jon-O's eyes gazed at the trifecta for a split moment before they returned their attention to putting on his swim trunks. Again, Alaric followed suit. They opted not to put on shirts, since the beach was right across the street.
"Are you going to drink wine with me?" Alaric asked the boy as he retrieved a wine glass. "Or are you going to stick with beer only?"
"I'll have a glass," Jon-O said as he was putting beer in the pool of ice in the chest.
"Great, we'll have this 50-year-old merlot, then," Alaric commented, taking the bottle and glasses to him. He mentally cast an invisible barrier around them to shield them from the ice to maintain their room temperature. After Jon-O placed the desired amount of beer in the chest and poured the remainder of the ice over them, Alaric put the bottle of wine and glasses in crevices where they won't move, though the barriers will prevent them from breaking. He closed the chest, satisfied.
"Okay, I got the towels and sunscreen in my pack. Do we take the beach chairs from the balcony?"
"Sure. How about I take the ice chest and you take the chairs and your pack?"
"Ha! You can't carry the chest on your own."
"You want to bet on it?"
"You're on. What do you have in mind?"
"If I carry the ice chest without putting it down once, then you owe me a...kiss," Alaric said boldly. "Pretty harmless if you ask me."
"Deal! But, if I win, then...you have to go streaking through this entire resort."
"Game on," Alaric retorted.
Jon-O gathered the two folded beach chairs from the balcony and, with his pack strapped onto his back, they were ready to go. Alaric heaved the ice chest up with ease, thanks to his demonic strength. He winked at Jon-O as they made their way to do the door. After some coordination, they exited the penthouse and descended down to the parking lot. Again, they were greeted by a friendly flock of men. Even some guys from their lanais from the next door building shouted "Aloha!"
"Man, you are insane!" the youth exclaimed as he saw no signs of Alaric faltering when they stepped onto the white sand of the beach. "You must work out with heavy weights. I'm surprised you're not bigger."
"It's all in my stamina training," Alaric laughed.
Other tourists were on the beach. They walked along the shore until they found a quiet spot for them to camp. A warm breeze brushed their bodies. The waves of the Pacific Ocean provided a soothing melody. They laid the beach chairs out and set the cooler between them. Alaric retrieved the wine glasses and bottle. Jon-O fished out the corkscrew and handed it to him. With quick work, he popped open the cork and poured them the velvet red wine. He handed Jon-O his glass and took his own to smell the wine. The scent immediately jolted his senses. "Oh yeah, this is going to be good wine. I hope you like it."
"To Maui," Jon-O cheered, raising his glass to Alaric.
"To Maui," Alaric responded, lightly tapping their glasses together. They sipped the wine and let the taste wash through them, cleansing away whatever troubles they had before that moment. The hum of the ocean entranced them as they laid back in the sun's hearth in relaxation.
Stay tuned as our beloved demon takes some daring steps with young Jonathan in the next chapter!
Jack [jackmate24@gmail.com]