Hey readers! I have a new chapter up for you all and I really hope you enjoy it! Oh, this chapter and the next one or two, are basically a collection of things that happens during everyone's vacation. Just a basic warning so that you'll understand why the chapters is bouncing all over the place. OH! One more thing… There's surprise something in there for you guys (More specifically, AlaskArtica). Hehehehe.
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The Apprentice
Happy Birthday, Robot!
-Maui, Hawaii-
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Charlie! Happy birthday to you!" Alyx sang, waking the man out of his sleep.
He smiled, "Thank you."
She held the cake closely in front of him as he sat up in bed, "Blow out your candles. Don't forget to make a wish."
He looked at her and smiled warmly before closing his green eyes and then he blew out his candles.
"What did you wish for?" She asked sitting the cake on the table. He watched as she walked over help him out of bed.
"Well, uh, it's been a while since I celebrated a birthday but I do recall that what I wish for is a secret, is it not?" He joked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She smiled, "Fine, if you want to follow the rules." She joked, leaving the bedroom of their suite.
"What is that fantastic smell?" He asked loudly.
"The birthday boy's breakfast!" She called from the kitchen. "Come on and eat!"
He got out of the bed, slid on his slippers, and went to meet her in the kitchen.
"Sit here." She said pulling a chair from under the high table.
He did as he was told, "Alright." His green eyes watched her move around the kitchen. She placed a platter in front of him, his plate contained bacon, grits, eggs and French toast.
"Grits? You found these here in Hawaii?" Charles asked.
"Nah, I brought everything from my fridge. But I did get the fruit from a local market this morning. I know how you must have your daily fruit. So, I made a fruit bowl. I don't know. I could've gotten everything though in-room dining but I felt like being Martha Stewart this morning." She chuckled, sitting it on the table as well.
"I see, now I understand why you were so happy that the grand suite had a stove." He said.
"Bingo! Oh, I did order these cocktails from room service though."
He smiled, "Is that a sunrise mimosa?" he asked.
She nodded, "Yeah," She chuckled as she gave him utensils to eat with. "There you go. Dig in." She said.
He immediately began to tear into his breakfast; he wasn't expecting it to taste so good considering she doesn't seem like the type you'd find in a kitchen...EVER.
He took a couple sips of his cocktail, "You're not going to eat anything?"
She ran the water in the sink so that she could clean the dishes that she used and pack them back up.
"Nah, I'm good. I had a bowl of cereal. Besides, this is all for you." She said.
"Oh, how long have you been up, Alyxandria?"
"Since about 5 a.m." she said.
"What time is it now?" he asked.
She looked at the clock on the microwave, "11:23."
He nodded and continued to eat.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz...Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
She dried her hands on a towel and went to answer her phone, it was Pickles, and Charles was too focused on his breakfast to notice.
"Hello?"
P: Heeeey dere! I jusssst wanned ta tell ya dat… Ah'm Picklessss the Drummer and I kin do anythin I wanna do!
A: Hmph, well, doesn't that sound familiar…
P: Woooooaah, I feel naaaaauseous.
A: Dude, you're drunk aren't you?
P: Nooooo, Ah'm naaaaat!
A: (chuckles) Are you sure about that? You're slurring… A lot.
P: No I'm naaaaat! I jus' had a c-couple a' driiinks!
A: Fine, you aren't... How's Rio?
P: Rioooooo is the p-place dhet I'm at right noooow.
A: Yeah, I know!
P: Hooow'd ya knooow dheet? Huh? Are ya staaaa*hiccup*lkin' me?
A: Yep, you're totally hammered.
P: Annnnyweeey, last night there was these HOT chicksssss an' I brought some of dem with me an' *belches* stufffffff but don't tell Alyx okayyy? She's gonna get upset wit me and—Ah'm ganna throoow up.. Hey, hey I'm gonna throw up!
A: Pickles, hey, look at your phone. Tell me what you see.
P: Okeeey dere's dis picture with Alyx on it and stuff...Ohhh ohh haaai! It's you dhet ah'm talkin to. Ah'm saaaaahrry, Alyyyyx.
A: There ya go.
P: Are ya maaad at meee?
A: Not at all. You already let me know where we stood before you left, remember.
P: Wh-what are ya talkin aboot?
A: How about you call me when you're sober?
*click*
She turned her attention to Charles who was still eating his breakfast. She sat her phone on the counter and started back on the dishes.
"Are you alright?" Charles asked.
She turned to him and smiled, "Yeah."
He watched her as she finished off the dishes. He cleared his throat and ate the rest of his breakfast. When he was done she took it to clean it. Charles walked behind her as she washed the platter. He stood closely behind her and planted kisses behind her ear.
"Merci beaucoup pour le petit déjeuner!" Charles whispered into her ear. (Thank you so much for the breakfast!)
She smiled, "De rien." (You're welcome)
He was happy her hair was up in a messy bun because he had better access to her neck. She moaned as he gently placed kisses on that certain part of her neck.
"Alors, dites-moi ... Est-il trop tôt pour le dessert?" He asked, smiling against her neck as he slid his fingers under the spaghetti straps of her sundress. (So, tell me... Is it too early for dessert?)
She turned around and nudged him back a little, "I have some awesome stuff planned for you today."
He chuckled, "Oh really? What's first?"
"Well, I have a nice bath waiting on you, a nice steamy bubble bath." She said grabbing his hand and led him to the bathroom.
Charles smiled, "Steamy, huh?"
"That's right... I'll turn on the water jets too if you want." She said.
"Please." He said in a low voice.
She opened the door to the bathroom; the first thing he smelled was vanilla. The aroma alone soothed him immediately. It was her scent. He began to undress; Alyx turned on the jets and turned off the light. She opened the blinds slightly to allow a hint of sunlight, closed the curtains to mask it and lit the candles that surrounded the bathroom.
"I'll be right back. I need to get you a towel to dry off with." she said running off to retrieve it.
When she came back Charles was in the tub relaxing with his eyes closed.
"Oh, here." She said taking a bar of soap out of a box that she had on the counter.
She handed it to him and was heading for the door.
"Wait..." He called, "You're not going to join me?"
"Oh, Charlie..." She giggled, "I had my shower earlier this morning." She said leaving him alone in the tub.
"Okay, but first, I need your assistance." He called.
She poked her head back into the bathroom, "With?"
He held up his bath sponge, "My back, please."
"I guess, since you are getting old I could help you out." She joked.
He watched as she kneeled by tub, she took the sponge and soap from him and helped him cleanse his back. She rinsed the soap from his toned back and gave the sponge back to him. He grabbed her hand and stared into her eyes. She gazed back into his green eyes; before she knew it he was leaning forward to capture her lips for a passionate kiss. He would bite her bottom lip and pull causing her to lean forward. He quickly seized the moment and snatched her into the spacious tub with him.
She gasped, "Charlie!" she said smacking the manager's wet chest. "My dress is soaking wet!"
He laughed hysterically at her, "Aw, are you mad at me now?"
She laughed along with him then she stopped to pout, "Yes, because my clothes are all wet!"
"Mm..." the manager licked his lips, "No problem, see look." He said taking it off her quickly before she could protest.
He wrung the water out of it before tossing it to the floor.
"Charles, this is going to throw today's schedule off. That means we'll probably have to reschedule some things for tomorrow and —"
"Then I approve," He said closing the space between them in the tub before he pulled her into another sensual kiss.
-Rio de Janeiro, Brazil-
-2 hours later-
"Fuck." The redhead moaned. His green half lidded eyes were focused on the young brown haired girl that was kneeling in front of him. She looked at him as her head bobbed on his length. Her hazel eyes were trying desperately to lock onto his green ones. He avoided the eye contact; he was watching his cock disappear into her mouth.
"Mmnm." He said grabbing her hair. "I'm almost dere!"
She removed him from her mouth and jerked him.
"Mm, oh fuck!" He moaned loudly as he painted her face with his seed. The drummer fell back against the wall panting. He watched as she cleaned her face off with tissue, flushed it down the toilet and fixed her shirt and shirt that he'd pulled off or down.
Pickles exited the stalls after tucking himself back into his pants. "That was good." The drummer said with a smirk.
"If you need anything else…" She said, "You know where to find me."
"Alright, I'll keep dhet in mind. See ya around Carla." The drummer said looking in the mirror.
The girl shot him a smirk before leaving him in the restroom.
Pickles lit a cigarette, and stared at his reflection. He pulled out his phone and remembered the drunken conversation that he had with Alyx this morning. The drummer sighed, yeah he was sober right now but he couldn't call her right now. Not after he'd just fucked some random chick he found in the lobby. He'd call her later; she was probably busy anyway... With Ofdensen. He hated himself right now. Why would he leave Alyx alone with Charles? Why was he embarrassed to say that he wanted to be with her to his band mates? Why the hell would he take their advice on how to handle a relationship? Their advice only pushed her further away from him. He put out his cigarette and shook her from his mind. He was in Rio to enjoy himself not to worry about dating, he left the bathroom to catch up with Nathan and see what the others were up to.
-Maui, Hawaii—
-Somewhere around 3p.m.-
"I had a great time doing that. We have to do it again!" Charles said, with a smile.
"Yeah, I figured since you like golf so much, ya know why not?" She laughed getting into the limo with the manager.
He smiled, "Glow in the dark mini golf... I would have never come up with such an idea."
"Yeah, well even though I fucking sucked at it, I'm glad you had fun." She chuckled. "Are you ready for the next thing I have in mind?"
He rubbed his hands together, "What is it?"
She smiled, "It's so cool. It's a glass bottom boat tour!"
He chuckled at her excitement, "That's different." He said.
"And we'll have the boat all to ourselves, no one but you and me. Oh, wait and the people that work on the- you get my point."
"So, where'd you get the idea for this?" He asked fixing the collar of his white dress shirt.
"Well, I remembered when we were sitting on the balcony last night, watching the waves and said that you liked being underwater. At first I was thinking we go snorkeling but...uh I chickened out." She giggled.
"Ah, I see." He chuckled.
The ride had gotten quiet for a moment, Charles had been thinking. His birthday had gone quite well today, he was glad that he had someone to celebrate it with… Which reminded him of something he has been wanting to ask her.
The manager smiled, "Alyxandria, thank you so much. For a while now my birthday has been nothing more than a normal day at Mordhaus."
"No problem, Charlie. I'm a bit mad at you for never telling me your birthday. Even when I asked you just changed the subject."
"Well, uh... I just... I didn't want to tell you my birthday and you forget just like everyone else."
She looked offended for a moment but then her face softened a bit, "But Charlie, I'm not everyone else."
"I know I just...The boys they-"
"I know you take a lot of the crap the guys throw at you to heart but the times I've been there to see for myself I realized that they care about you a lot. They just don't exactly know how to express it." Alyx said to the manager.
"Alyxandria... There's something I've been meaning to ask and uh,-"
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
"Excuse me," he said answering the phone. "Hello?"
?: Hey, Ofdensen! It's me, Nathan!
Charles: Hello, Nathan, uh… I don't recognize this number. Where is your Dethphone?
Nathan: Me, Skwisgaar and Toki uh… We lost…them.
Charles: I see, Alyxandria, remind me to have three Dethphones sent to the boys.
(In the background) Alyx: Sure thing.
Nathan: …
Charles: Nathan?
Nathan: Yeah?
Charles: What is the purpose of you calling me? You must have one.
Nathan: Oh right! We're in the ER!
Charles: You're in—ER?! Why? Who's hurt?
(Murderface and Skiwsgaar laughs in the background)
Nathan: (laughs) I was just kidding. He almost started freaking out guys!
Charles: Well, I don't find that humorous at all.
Nathan: Aw, cheer up. We just wanted to say, happy birthday, Robot!
Charles: You, uh… You remembered my birthday?
Nathan: Noooo, we got someone to remind us this time.
Charles: Oh, well uh, thank you guys…
Nathan: Okay, we're gonna go now.
Charles: Alright.
*click*
The manager looked at Alyx with a raised brow, "Was it you?" he asked.
She returned the look, "Uh, what?" she said.
"You told the boys it was my birthday?" he asked.
She shook her head, "That, I didn't do." She said.
He smiled, only slightly and looked out of the window, so they must have genuinely wanted to know.
-Rio de Janeiro, Brazil-
-7 p.m.-
"Skwisgaar, what's you means?" the embarrassed Norwegian whispered.
The blonde Swede grabbed his blushing band mate and crushed their lips together. Toki refused to kiss back, this was… weird. He pushed the taller man off of him.
"Skwisgaar, you ams drunks. You nots means that." Toki said.
Skwisgaar smiled, "I mays be drunks but I knows what I wants… Ands Tokis," he said caressing Toki's face, "I wants yous."
The Norwegian smiled, he was just as drunk as Skwisgaar but he knew that whatever happens between them at this very moment he wouldn't regret it later.
Skwisgaar pulled Toki into a kiss, a wet, drunken kiss, this time Toki participated. The blonde slide his tongue into the other's mouth and explored until he found Toki's that would fight his. Toki felt Skwisgaar's long fingers travel his chest to his belly down to the bottom his shirt. Skwisgaar pulled the shirt over Toki's head and did the same for himself. The Swede planted kisses all over Toki's muscular chest, he unbuttoned the younger man's pants and snatched them down along with his underwear. Skwisgaar stood up from the couch and unbuckled his belt to remove his own bottoms.
Toki watched Skwisgaar kick off his boots and pants.
"Skwisgaar, you ams serious?" he asked, "You reallies—"
The Swede pushed the Norwegian on his back and silenced him with his full lips, "Amments I looks serious?" he said.
Toki bit his lip and prepared to relax his body while Skwisgaar positioned himself in between his legs. The Swede frowned at the position.
"No, waits." Skwisgaar whispered.
He placed Toki's feet on shoulders, "That ams betters." He said with a smile threatening to spread across his face. Skwisgaar spit into his hand and applied it to his throbbing erection.
Toki's icy blue eyes were focused on it, he could do this. He couldn't chicken out. Not now. But he thought about it. What if after this was all over what if he started to develop other feelings that he knew his band mate wouldn't return? What if Skwisgaar would make fun of him after this? He was far too willing to be straight. Wasn't he? So, many questions ran through his mind in such a short time. Those all disappeared when he felt Skwisgaar entering him slowly. He gasped at the feeling, here he was… At the point of no return.
Soon, Skwisgaar was completely inside of him, his cheeks were a burning red. He knew they were.
"Oh, Tokis…" Skwisgaar moaned.
Skwisgaar, the straightest man he knew was moaning his name. He felt a bit better now, Skwisgaar was enjoying it why couldn't he? He moaned as Skwisgaar thrust in and out of him.
As time went by Toki grew more and more comfortable with what he was doing. He and the blonde were both nearing climax, at this point he was dreading that moment, especially when the Swede would hit Toki's 'happy place'. Heh.
"AH, Skwisgaar!" he yelped, "I'm thinks I-"
"Me toos Tokis. Me toos." Skwisgaar groaned thrusting into him quickly. He jerked Toki until he finished in his hand. The Norwegian tightening around him sent him over the edge, eventually he came as well. He fell on top of Toki; the sweat from his sides would roll onto Toki as they panted heavily together.
-Rio de Janeiro, Brazil-
-Sometime after 9 p.m.-
"Hey, Nate'n, where's Toki an' Skwisgaar? Ain't they s'possed ta be 'ere?" Pickles asked. "I'm fuckin' starvin'!"
Nathan shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, yeah. I think so."
"I'll try callin' Skwisgaar again. If he doesn't answer then we'll jus' have ta eat without 'em" Pickles said rolling his eyes.
Riiing. Riiing. Rii—
Skiwgaar: Ja, hellos?
Pickles: Hey, dood! Where the fuck are you guys?
Skwigaar: I'm on the elevators nows.
Pickles: Is Toki with ya?
Skwisgaar: Why would he be wits mes?!
Pickles: I don't fuckin' know!
Skwisgaar: Pickle?
Pickles: Yee-uh?
Skwisgaar: Ams you hungrys?
Pickles: Damn right I am! Find Toki an' bring yer ass! We're starvin', dood!
Skwisgaar: Toki ams in the elevators withs mes.
Pickles: … (blinks)
*click*
"Pickles, you should've had a snack or something." Nathan said. "You're so cranky."
"Yee-uh, well, you guys know I got low blood sugar." Pickles shrugged.
"Well, where are they?" Murderface asked.
"In the elevator." Pickles said staring at his phone.
Nathan noticed the look on Pickles' face, "Are you uh…What are you thinking about?" he asked, hesitantly.
The drummer read his face for a moment, "Nothin'." He said. "I'm jus' really hungry."
Nathan could tell his bandmate was lying, but he didn't say anything. He knew that if Pickles really wanted to talk about it he'd say something to him eventually.
"There they are!" Murderface yelled, nearly jumping out of his seat.
-Maui, Hawaii—
"This is a great way to spend the night," Charles said watching her draw his name in the sand. "Drinking red wine on the beach under the moonlight."
She smiled, "Yeah, the people were really cool about clearing off the beach just for you. I wonder why they did it." She joked.
He smiled before sipping his wine, "My name actually means something too, you know." He played along.
She grabbed a handful of sand and poured it on his bare foot. He shook his head at her, still sporting a smile.
"If you change one thing about today what would it be?" she asked, as she made a mini pile of sand.
He sat his nearly empty glass on the tray that it came on; he snapped it into place so that it wouldn't fall.
"If I could change one thing about today what would it be? Hm, well if I could change one thing it wouldn't be anything that happened today. It's a bit deeper than that. It's more like if I could go back in time to change something that'd eventually lead up to this. " He said.
She looked up at the moon as the wind began to blow through her hair, "Oh, yeah?" she said, "Then, what is it?" she asked looking at the green eyed man.
"I would have made you mine a long time ago." He said, reaching for his glasses but her forgot that he had taken them off a while ago.
She smiled, "How long ago?" she asked.
He looked at her hand that now covered in sand; he dug it up and held it in his, "The night at that hotel when I first meet you. We should have exchanged numbers that night. I should have invited you out for dinner on my own, for my own personal doing. Not his. If I weren't so stubborn I wouldn't be stuck in this fucking position." He said, she could tell by the way his eyebrows were that he was upset.
"Wh-what do you mean? In this position?" she asked, she thought she knew but she wanted him to say so on his own.
"I mean, here. On a beautiful beach with a gorgeous young woman that I know for a fact can never be mine." He said.
Her blue eyes searched his green ones, "Why can't I be?" she asked.
He released her hand, "Come on, Alyxandria. Don't make me say it." He sighed, sitting up on their towel and looked out at the ocean.
She scooted closer to him and grabbed his toned arm, "I'm sorry." She whispered, tracing his muscle through his fit dress shirt.
"It's really not your fault." He said, now looking at her again.
She nodded, "But it is. I understand this entire situation now. It's all clear to me."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"After the day you kissed me in your office I developed these crazy feelings for you that, honestly, I haven't felt since my 11th grade year of high school. Whenever I'm around you, my heart beats at irregular speeds. My hands shake a little bit and I have to occupy them with something so that you won't notice. When I go to sleep at night, you're the last thing I think about and I felt like what you and I were doing was so wrong. I wanted to distance myself from you but I couldn't… The attempt would just cause me to be around you more and… My point is I know that that you and I will never be an us." She said, demonstrating with her hands. "I know you know that too and I know why. I know that if you and I were together as a couple whether Pickles wants me in the same way as you or not, it would cause problems in your work. I know you wouldn't, hell I would want you to consider choosing me over your job." She said, looking deeply into his eyes.
He caressed her cheek, "I'm glad you understand but..." turning his body to face her. "I want to be with you, terribly."
She placed their noses together, "I'm willing to enjoy this as long as we can." She said before kissing him passionately.
Charles wasted no time in kissing her back; their kiss contained every bit of love, passion and desire for the other. When he ended the kiss he held her forehead against hers, "Alyxandria, the moments that I've spent with you have been some of the most amazing. I just wish there could be more." He said. "But, I'm curious… You just, the things said to me… I'm shocked that you'd share them with me given your current position. I want to know where you and Pickles stand."
She moved away from him so she could study his face completely, "Why?"
"Well, it's obvious the two of you aren't going anywhere at this point." He said, candidly. "But it is also obvious that you have some type of interest in him."
She sighed and playing the sand as she spoke again, "Well, when he went to California with me I saw him a different light, you know? I saw him as a caring guy. Then, when we got back to Mordhaus…" she looked out at the ocean. "When we got back to Mordhaus he changed. I'm guessing he had the guys in his ear."
Charles rested on his side, propping himself up using him arm. He rubbed his neck, "Did he say something to you that made you change your view of him?" he asked.
She smiled, he read that smile. Whatever it was she was upset about it. "Why, yes he did. He told me that he was Pickles the Drummer. He said that he shouldn't have to chase after some girl. He could get anyone he wanted and he saw no point in wasting his time on one that wouldn't give herself up to him." She said.
He looked over at her, "And you believe that?" he asked.
Her crystal eyes examined him for a moment, "What do you mean?"
He hated that he was about to, basically help out his opponent, "You haven't been around Pickles long enough to understand the way he works. If that were really the way he felt, you wouldn't have still been at Mordhaus if he could do something about it. Which, he could." He said.
She gazed out at the ocean again and nearly jumped out her skin. She squinted her eyes and looked out at the ocean carefully.
"What's wrong?" Charles asked.
"Look, I saw something." She said pointing at the ocean.
He sat up and looked out at the ocean as well; he forgot he sat his glasses on the towel. He put them on just in time; he saw exactly what she was talking about.
"It's a whale." He said.
She bounced, "Really?! That's awesome! We need some binoculars. I wanna see the whales!" she said.
He chuckled, "You know, sometimes I forget your age and other times you remind me." He joked.
She smiled, "Oh hush. Hey, what time is it?" she asked.
"It's 11:47." He said. "It's getting pretty late, are you ready to return to the suite?" he asked.
"Not just yet." She said, pushing him on his back and removed his glasses. "Happy birthday, Charlie." She said leaning over her to kiss him, lovingly.
He pulled her to sit on top of him, not breaking their kiss for a moment.
"Hey, don't get too excited. People could see us." She whispered against his lips.
"Mm, let them watch. Sex on the beach is fantasy of mine that I'd enjoy to live out." He said, before kissing her again.
"People with cameras, Charlie." She whispered.
He bit her lip, causing her to cry out, "Silencing the media is no issue for me." He said capturing her lips in a lust-filled kiss once more.
She broke the kiss and sat up to look at him, after just one look he knew that it wasn't happening.
He sat up with her still in his lap, "Fine." He said with a smirk, "Someone is being a party pooper." He joked placing a peck on her lips before allowing her to get up.
"Keep talking like that and I'll sleep in the other bedroom tonight." She teased.
He chuckled, "S'il vous plaît, tout mais pas ça!" he joked. (Please, anything but that!)
"Someone's a bit confident tonight." She said, helping him gather their things.
"No, I just know that you're anticipating what's going to happen once we walk through the door of that suite just as much as I am." He said in a low, taunting voice.
Alyx smiled, "I can't argue with that." She said.
Author's Note: Hey, there you! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll start working on the next one soon! I love you guys! Thank you so much for reading! Please, review… Hahaha. Have rockin' night or day!
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