Sloppy seconds?

The night outside was still humid, the air heavy with salt and silence. The suite smelled like sex—skin, sweat, and something deeper that clung to the sheets.

Jason stood at the door pulling on his shirt. John, still flushed and caught in the haze of what they’d just witnessed, grabbed his wallet.

“I’ll walk with you,” he said.

Jason just nodded.

He aporoached Claire and kissed her passionately, like if he was his husband… “We are coming back in a week babe”

“What!?” Exclaimed Claire.

“Laila and me we have some important stuff to do in the island next to us, the Ululu Island, but don’t worry, we’ll be back in a week most probably” said Jason, they kissed again and the boys left.

⸻

They didn’t talk on the way to the small 24-hour resort shop near the lobby.

John grabbed a pack of condoms—two, just in case—and paid in silence. The woman behind the counter didn’t ask questions. She didn’t need to.

Walking back, Jason paused just outside the villa. “You good?”

John hesitated, then nodded. “I think so.”

Jason didn’t smile. Just gave him a steady look, “Don’t mess up anything, I have few plans for Claire, she’s my little projecy now” and then turned and disappeared into the darkness; leaving John wondering what exactly Jason meant…

⸻

When John stepped back into the villa, Claire was still in bed.

The candles had burned low, casting the room in a soft golden glow. She was lying on her back, legs parted slightly, hair spread over the pillow, skin damp with the kind of heat that never fully faded after a deep orgasm.

She looked at him and smiled—slow, sleepy, glowing.

“You came back,” she murmured.

He held up the small paper bag.

She raised an eyebrow. “Good boy.”

John placed the bag on the nightstand and stepped out of his shirt.

He stared at her for a long moment.

She was still open. Still warm. Still marked.

And she hadn’t cleaned herself.

Claire looked up at him, reading the thought on his face.

“I wanted you to see me like this,” she said softly. “After.”

John swallowed. “I do.”

She reached out and took his hand. “Come here.”

—-

He slid onto the bed, the sheets still warm from where Jason had been. Claire pulled him down, kissed him slowly.

He could taste her. And someone else. But it didn’t repulse him.

It ignited something.