:: A sign with a palm tree and sun greets the arrivals, "Welcome to Florida, the Sunshine State."::
"The brochure said that a representative of the tour would pick us up here..." Shuichi explained as the guys searched for their bags among the others. After making sure they didn't miss anything, the lovers made their way to the front of the airport, where a man was holding up a piece of cardboard reading, "Shuichi Shindou-Florida Getaway Tours."
"How was your flight?" the man asked as they greeted each other.
"It was great, I'm Shuichi and this is Yuki," came the boy's reply.
On the way to the car, they learned a few things that they would do on their vacation, from Rick-as he told them he was named.
Rick was tall, tan, and muscular. Something you wouldn't expect from someone who spent his time driving tourists around. He had brown hair and eyes, wore blue jean pants, a light T-shirt, brown boots, and a worn cowboy hat.
"Oh, you'll have a fine time here. First it's the theme parks. You can choose form Disney World, Animal Kingdom, or MGM. Then it's down to Daytona Beach the next day...you'll get tickets for a few free drinks at a local bar, and then the next day you can go swimming, eat lunch at a restaurant, and it's off to the last stop-the Everglades. After the hotel, you get a full day's tour of the Everglades, AKA-The Sea of Grass. You'll visit an Indian reservation, go airboatin', see some gators...and then it's back to the airport and home for yall," Rick smiled.
They loaded their things into the rental and headed for the hotel as their tour guide, Rick, chatted on about the best rides at all the theme parks and played country music.
Shuichi listened to the music, it was strange...he hadn't really heard country before. "It's kind of catchy," he thought to himself. "It's a good thing Yuki has been teaching me English, it would be hard to vacation here without being able to talk to the locals."
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After being dropped off by Rick, Yuki and Shuichi got their hotel key, and unpacked in the room. It consisted of a dresser with a lamp, a huge AC stuck to the window, a small bathroom, and, to Shuichi's delight, a single bed.
"Ah, free soap and shampoo! How thoughtful," Shuichi smiled, Yuki rolled his eyes.
"Look at the menu, and pick out what you want for dinner," the writer pointed to the room service packet.
Shuichi examined the choices. "Hmmm, I don't really understand this menu, Yuki. I haven't learned the food yet. You pick out something for me, something 'American'!" He decided as he handed the menu to Yuki, who looked a minute, and smiled.
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"Mmm, Yuki it's delicious!" Shuichi declared as he ate his dinner, and after taking a sip of Coke, asked, "What's it called again?"
"Hot-dog," Yuki answered matter-of-factly, a slight grin on his face as he at his spaghetti.
"Hot-dog...why is it called that? Is it made of dog?" the singer asked uncertainly.
"No," was Yuki's reply. And when he saw the boy look relieved he added, "It's made from the leftover's of pigs. You know, intestine, lips, things that the butcher doesn't sell," He tried to hide his smirk as Shuichi made his way to the bathroom.
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After Shuichi emptied his stomach, and washed his mouth out five times, he made his way to the bed and saw Yuki as he changed into his pajamas.
"Oh Yuki, wait for me!" Shuichi began to undress. "You know, it's a waste of time putting those clothes on," he grinned, and, naked, walked up to his lover.
"I'm tired," Yuki complained, but did stop dressing as Shuichi's hands came around his waist.
Shuichi reached up and licked the writer's neck, and ear, earning a moan of pleasure from Yuki, who quickly slipped out of his silk pants. He turned and met Shuichi's lips with his own, giving a small nibble now and then, while also playing with Shuichi's pink, messy hair.
"That wasn't nice, Yuki," Shuichi said, remembering the food incident.
"You asked for something "American," Yuki replied with a smile.
"American's are crazy," the boy shook his head.
"You just now realized?"
They lowered onto the bed, still embracing. And as Yuki leaned over the boy, he warned, "You're kind of loud...they might hear us."
"Let them."
---END CHAPTER 1---
"The brochure said that a representative of the tour would pick us up here..." Shuichi explained as the guys searched for their bags among the others. After making sure they didn't miss anything, the lovers made their way to the front of the airport, where a man was holding up a piece of cardboard reading, "Shuichi Shindou-Florida Getaway Tours."
"How was your flight?" the man asked as they greeted each other.
"It was great, I'm Shuichi and this is Yuki," came the boy's reply.
On the way to the car, they learned a few things that they would do on their vacation, from Rick-as he told them he was named.
Rick was tall, tan, and muscular. Something you wouldn't expect from someone who spent his time driving tourists around. He had brown hair and eyes, wore blue jean pants, a light T-shirt, brown boots, and a worn cowboy hat.
"Oh, you'll have a fine time here. First it's the theme parks. You can choose form Disney World, Animal Kingdom, or MGM. Then it's down to Daytona Beach the next day...you'll get tickets for a few free drinks at a local bar, and then the next day you can go swimming, eat lunch at a restaurant, and it's off to the last stop-the Everglades. After the hotel, you get a full day's tour of the Everglades, AKA-The Sea of Grass. You'll visit an Indian reservation, go airboatin', see some gators...and then it's back to the airport and home for yall," Rick smiled.
They loaded their things into the rental and headed for the hotel as their tour guide, Rick, chatted on about the best rides at all the theme parks and played country music.
Shuichi listened to the music, it was strange...he hadn't really heard country before. "It's kind of catchy," he thought to himself. "It's a good thing Yuki has been teaching me English, it would be hard to vacation here without being able to talk to the locals."
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After being dropped off by Rick, Yuki and Shuichi got their hotel key, and unpacked in the room. It consisted of a dresser with a lamp, a huge AC stuck to the window, a small bathroom, and, to Shuichi's delight, a single bed.
"Ah, free soap and shampoo! How thoughtful," Shuichi smiled, Yuki rolled his eyes.
"Look at the menu, and pick out what you want for dinner," the writer pointed to the room service packet.
Shuichi examined the choices. "Hmmm, I don't really understand this menu, Yuki. I haven't learned the food yet. You pick out something for me, something 'American'!" He decided as he handed the menu to Yuki, who looked a minute, and smiled.
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"Mmm, Yuki it's delicious!" Shuichi declared as he ate his dinner, and after taking a sip of Coke, asked, "What's it called again?"
"Hot-dog," Yuki answered matter-of-factly, a slight grin on his face as he at his spaghetti.
"Hot-dog...why is it called that? Is it made of dog?" the singer asked uncertainly.
"No," was Yuki's reply. And when he saw the boy look relieved he added, "It's made from the leftover's of pigs. You know, intestine, lips, things that the butcher doesn't sell," He tried to hide his smirk as Shuichi made his way to the bathroom.
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After Shuichi emptied his stomach, and washed his mouth out five times, he made his way to the bed and saw Yuki as he changed into his pajamas.
"Oh Yuki, wait for me!" Shuichi began to undress. "You know, it's a waste of time putting those clothes on," he grinned, and, naked, walked up to his lover.
"I'm tired," Yuki complained, but did stop dressing as Shuichi's hands came around his waist.
Shuichi reached up and licked the writer's neck, and ear, earning a moan of pleasure from Yuki, who quickly slipped out of his silk pants. He turned and met Shuichi's lips with his own, giving a small nibble now and then, while also playing with Shuichi's pink, messy hair.
"That wasn't nice, Yuki," Shuichi said, remembering the food incident.
"You asked for something "American," Yuki replied with a smile.
"American's are crazy," the boy shook his head.
"You just now realized?"
They lowered onto the bed, still embracing. And as Yuki leaned over the boy, he warned, "You're kind of loud...they might hear us."
"Let them."
---END CHAPTER 1---