A/N: Happy pride month everyone!
Noah supposed he should be thankful for Chris' negligence. Somewhat thankful anyway. Izzy had been injured after all. Still he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying a little vacation time, and he wouldn't have that vacation time if Chris had been more competent with his finances.
Their oh so wonderful host had used all the season's budget on his private quarters. As such they had run out of gas in the middle of their flight, crash landing in Jamaica. Chris forced them to do the challenge here, but afterwards there was no way to get in the air again, at least until Geoff and Bridgette made the funds on their aftermath show.
In the meantime they were left to their own devices. As you can imagine on an island country such as this, everyone was enjoying the beach. Well, some people would say he wasn't enjoying the beach, as he was currently lounging under an umbrella reading a book. He could still feel the sand beneath him though, which was great because the book he was reading took place in a desert. The sand was really helping with his immersion.
It wasn't like he hadn't done 'typical' beach activities anyway. Owen wanted to make sandcastles and play in the water. He figured the big guy was distraught enough about his girlfriend leaving. The least he could do was play with him a while. Noah didn't normally care about other's feelings, but a sad Owen was just wrong.
Right now the big lug was playing with Tyler, so he figured it was time to indulge himself. It was nice to just be a teenager. To stop worrying about the competition, and just exist. It had been awhile since he'd gotten to do that.
Of course all good things must come to an end, and in this case the end came in the form of an obnoxiously flirtatious Spaniard. "Noah amigo, I could use some assistance."
Noah didn't even bother to look up from his book. "What could the great Alejandro possibly need assistance with?"
"Well as amazing as you think I am, even you must admit it is impossible to reach a lot of your back." The charmer explained.
"True." He conceded, turning a page. "Why do you need to reach your back anyway?"
"As dark as my complexion is I can still get sunburned amigo." Alejandro told him with a smirk.
"What am I supposed to do about it?" He asked, having yet to give the Spaniard proper eye contact.
"I was wondering if you wouldn't mind putting lotion on my back?" At these words Noah dropped his book in shock. He wanted him to what now? Did he have any idea how that would look to everyone else? Noah didn't really need more teasing at the expense of his ambiguous sexuality. More importantly though, he didn't want anyone thinking he was into Alejandro of all people.
"Can't you get someone else to do it?" He said, doing his best to keep his voice as level as possible. Alejandro didn't need to know how nervous the whole idea made him. He wasn't about to give that womanizing eel something to use against him.
"Well I could, but it would be inappropriate to ask a female contestant, Tyler is clumsy, and I'm fairly certain Sierra would skin me if I asked Cody." The charmer listed.
"What about Owen?" He offered, having noticed his absence in the list.
Noah could have sworn he a shudder ran down the Spaniard's body. "I would rather not. Are you so against helping me?" The Latino challenged, raising a brow.
"You do know what it will look like to everyone else?" He decided to ask, he didn't think Alejandro was type to be okay with something like that.
"Since when did you care what others think?" the larger teen smirked. Noah could hear the challenge in his voice. He wanted to rile him up, so he'd lower his guard and do what was asked. The sad part was, it was working.
"I don't." He began, looking the Spaniard in the eye. "But I'd think you would."
Alejandro's smirk widened as his eyes lit up with mischief. "I have no problem. It's just two amigos helping each other out. Unless you think its more?"
Noah grit his teeth, oh how he longed to slap that smirk off his smug face. That would be giving in though, showing Alejandro that he was getting to him. Noah absolutely refused to do that. "Just give me the sunscreen."
"Of course." The charmer said, a look of triumph in his eyes, as he handed it to him. The urge to slap that pretty face of his was growing strong. Noah shook his head. He didn't mean pretty, he definitely didn't mean pretty.
Alejandro lay on the ground in front of him. A part of Noah just wanted to throw the bottle of sunscreen at him and storm off, but that would be conceeding defeat. So with a sigh he flipped up the top and squeezed some on his hand. He pondered where to begin. He should start from his shoulders right? That way if any sunscreen dripped down it was okay. Having made this decision Noah began to rub the Spaniard's shoulders.
That was when he noticed something peculiar. Noah had always assumed Alejandro made his way through life with little to no problems. So why were the muscles in his shoulders so tense? Problems like this always bothered Noah, so he instinctively began to massage the shoulders before him.
Alejandro let out a low sigh that sent shivers down his spine. He tried not to think about it as he continued his work. Alejandro had so much stress in his back. What could he possibly be this stressed about? The guy was a master manipulator, the very fact that Noah had agreed to do this in the first place was proof of that, and was pretty much running the game. So what did he have to stress about?
It didn't matter. Noah decided. What did he care? If Alejandro was stressed that was good for him. It meant he could be caught off guard. Slowly the muscles under his hands relaxed until the tension was pretty much gone.
He rubbed his hands down the center of the Spaniard's back, causing him to emit a small moan. Noah felt heat rush to his cheeks, and was thankful his complexion hid the blush. Shit. He's attracted to Alejandro, or all the people on the planet that he could be attracted to why him? It was awkward to be attracted to Bridgette, what with her dating Geoff, but at least he could trust her!
He sped up his movements, hoping to get finished quickly. As his hands moved to his lower back he slowed. He simultaneously didn't want to put his hands anywhere near the Latino's butt, and really, really wanted to.
"What's the hold up amigo?" Alejandro asked, the challenge in his voice clear. He knew. Shit, he knew. He knew Noah found him attractive, and now he was daring him to finish the job he started. That should have told him to stop. He didn't. He moved his hands lower down the Spaniard's back at an incredibly slow rate. If Alejandro knew his secret he might as well see how far he could go with it.
He began to make small circles on Alejandro's back, reminiscent of the massage he gave earlier. He heard the teen below him moan in pleasure again. It felt empowering to be honest. Alejandro, master of womanizing, was lying on his front, showing weakness to another male. The irony was delicious.
He slid his hands lower, just above the Spaniard's butt, and rubbed the sunscreen back and forth. He let his hands tease with the idea of going lower, but stopped. "Alright your back is covered in sunscreen." He moved over to his previous location and began reading his book again. Alejandro took a minute to get up, giving him an odd look. He almost seemed...disappointed?
"Gracias amigo. Is there anything I can do to repay you?" He asked.
Noah smirked, setting his book down and moving closer. "Well there is one thing." He leaned forward and kissed the Spaniard. His lips were soft and warm. Quickly he pulled away, satisfied with the shocked look on Alejandro's face. He chuckled and began to read again. Hey vacation flings were a thing, right?
