Guatemala City was gorgeous. It was the second country on the tour. We arrived at one in the morning, which was lucky for me because it meant everyone was so tired that they didn't notice Lafayette and I linger in the lobby, where he asked to upgrade my room and his room to a suite with one bed. So we went up to the suite and despite being tired, we ripped our clothes off in record time. Marcus told me that Lafayette didn't like doing it face to face, but if we weren't doing it face to face then we were doing it in the bathroom facing a mirror.
Lafayette was so good in bed. I mean, I had heard that he was good in bed, but I didn't realize how good. Maybe it's because I was also madly in love with him, but he seemed to actually enjoy making me orgasm. He even gave me a handjob on the plane under a blanket since everyone was asleep. When I tried to give him one back he declined. I'm assuming it's because he fully intended on fucking me in the hotel room.
It was so hard to act casual in front of everyone else. I could barely look at Lafayette at all. Anytime our eyes met I was immediately trying to figure out a place to go so we could be alone. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, when it was time to work he was able to keep his head clear. He would do his speech, shake hands, make sure everything was in place, do his fancy CEO stuff, but then he would sneak up next to me and whisper dirty things in my ear. Or, he would send me a dirty text message detailing everything he wanted to do to me.
In Guatemala, on our last day, he had to have a meeting without me. I decided to get revenge and send a dirty picture to him while I was alone in the hotel room. He came back into the hotel room after his meeting and took off his jacket. "You think you're funny, don't you?" he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"What do you mean?" I asked with a shrug.
He took his shirt off to show his gorgeous, gorgeous torso. He cracked a window open and pulled out a joint, lighting it up. Then he sat in the armchair next to the window and across from the bed. "You know what I'm talking about," he said.
I sat up on the bed, saying, "I'm sorry. Did you get hard in your little meeting?"
He exhaled smoke out the window. "No, but you made me end the meeting early," he said. "I should write you up for that."
"You don't have to do that," I said. I crawled off the bed and onto the floor in front of him. "How can I make it up to you?"
He took a hit off the joint, looking at me, and then exhaled it out the window again. "Take my shoes and socks off," he said.
"Yes, Mr. Jett," I said, doing as he said. "What else can I do for you?"
"Take your clothes off."
I wasn't wearing much to begin with, just my underwear and a shirt. I took them both off and stood naked in front of him. He eyed me as he undid his belt. He had me slip his pants off and then his underwear. We were prepared this time, with lube. I sat on him, riding him in the chair. He kept smoking the joint, passing it to me to inhale on from between his fingers. I didn't know who was in the room next to us, luckily no one from our group, because the chair kept banging against the wall.
The sex was good, but my favorite part was that it always ended with Lafayette and I cuddling in bed. I know it was just my own fantasy, but it made me feel like we were a couple. I felt cared for, protected, and loved in his arms. But, again, it was my little fantasy.
"Have you been to Panama before?" I asked. My head was resting on his chest and his arms were around me. The city lights were outside the window. It was beautiful.
"No, but Carla and Marion have. They say it's beautiful," he said.
"Where are you excited to visit the most?" I asked, running my fingers along his arm.
"I'm not sure," he said. "I've only ever been to South Africa out of all the African countries, so I'm excited to see other ones. I've also never been to Singapore and am excited to go there. What about you?"
"I don't know," I said, closing my eyes. "I've only ever been to England, so I'm excited for everywhere. And thank you, Faye, for giving me this opportunity to travel the world."
"You don't have to thank me. I need to thank you. I'd probably lose my mind if you weren't here," he said.
I tilted my head to look up at him, smiling softly. "Having sex in every country is pretty nice, too," I said. I closed my eyes again.
"It is. It's a lot safer, too. You never know what someone's intentions are or if they have ulterior motives. Since we are becoming more popular in the social media world, I kind of have this fear that someone would blackmail me after sleeping with me, threatening to out me to the world. Plus, you never know who might have an STI or something. I got tested before coming here. I used to get tested every other week."
"I got tested before coming here, too," I said. "All clear."
"Me too."
I opened my eyes and looked out the window. Something was dawning on me. "Do you think you will ever come out?" I asked.
"I think so," he said quietly. "I just don't know when."
"What's stopping you?"
He sighed, rubbing my back with his hand. "I know I'm bisexual. I know some people will have a problem with that and others won't. I don't judge anyone who is queer in any way, shape, or form. And yet...I still feel ashamed for being this way."
I lifted my head up. "Why?" I asked.
Faye kept his eyes on me, searching. Was he going to tell me something? "It's just from growing up in a Catholic school," he said. "Even all these years later."
"I'm sorry," I said. I couldn't stop my eyes from welling up.
"Hey, hey," he said, pulling me closer. "It's okay. You don't need to cry for me. It's something that I'm working on, alright?"
I nodded. "I know. I just..." I just wanted him to love himself the way I loved him. I looked at him. He wiped a tear from my cheek. "I told you I will cry for you since you don't cry for yourself. So just let me get a little teary-eyed here and there."
He smiled softly. Sometimes when he looked at me, I was convinced he loved me, but it was a part of the fantasy. "I can do that," he said. He kissed me. "We should get some sleep. We're headed to the city of eternal spring tomorrow."
Medellin was stunning. Lafayette had been once before with Michael and Emilio for the Feria de las Flores parade the city had every August. He kept in touch with some friends they had made all those years ago. I got to meet a few of them at the gala, after Lafayette made his speech. There was Andrés, who Emilio had briefly dated when he and Michael temporarily broke up before realizing they didn't want anyone else. Andrés was in a relationship with another one of their friends, Sebastian, whom Michael had dated during that brief break. Apparently, Emilio and Michael still visited them often, and usually the four slept in the same bed together. "If you know what I mean," Lafayette had said.
Then there was Carlos, who was so hot. He was one of the models. Lafayette said they had fooled around once but didn't actually have sex because they were both stubborn tops. A new person, Diego, was friends with Carlos. He was cute and dressed androgynously. I assumed he and Carlos were together, but when Lafayette got taken away by a reporter, Carlos slid up next to me at the bar.
"How do you like Colombia?" he asked me.
"It's great. It's so gorgeous here," I said, sipping on my sangria.
"It absolutely is. That's why you fit in so well here."
I giggled like an idiot. It had been a long time since anyone outwardly flirted with me. Flirting was different than guys on Grindr asking for a nude. I didn't know how to react.
"Does Lafayette ever give you time off?" he asked, sipping on his drink.
"Sometimes," I said. "I mean, yes, I-I work normal hours. Except for this obviously, but this is all paid for by him. Or, I guess, the company." I sounded so dumb.
He nodded. "Do you want to dance?" he asked.
"Sure, yeah, totally." I set my drink down and took his extended hand.
He led me to the dance floor where they were playing fun, upbeat music. He spun me around a few times but otherwise never got too close to me. It's not like he was grinding up against me like guys at some of the clubs I went to. The dance floor was popping off as the night went on. Everyone was getting on the floor. I was getting a workout, especially when I Wanna Dance with Somebody by Whitney Houston came on. After, I told Carlos I had to get some water and catch my breath. I told him to continue dancing because Marcus was a little drunk and needed someone to make sure he didn't fall.
When I went up to the bar to get some water, as I waited, I noticed Lafayette on the other side. He was talking to someone, looking like he was enjoying himself. I looked closer and saw that it was Diego. Diego was definitely giving a flirtatious look. My heart rate increased as the jealousy flew through my veins.
I had no reason to be jealous, and yet I was. I was also annoyed. Lafayette said he wasn't going to sleep with any strangers. He was definitely looking at this Diego twink with a flirty gaze. I knew sleeping with Lafayette wasn't supposed to mean anything and that my feelings were all just the fantasy in my head, but I didn't appreciate him seeking someone else out while he was only supposed to be fucking me on this tour.
I gulped down my water and went to the dance floor. This time, I danced closer to Carlos. He didn't mind at all. Lafayette wasn't going to dance with Diego in front of everyone, but I met his eyes across the dance floor. He didn't look happy. He turned and kept talking to Diego. After awhile, Diego came onto the dance floor and started to get close to Carlos as well. He was dancing with both of us, all the while I didn't see Lafayette anywhere.
"I'll be right back," I yelled to Carlos over the music.
He nodded, winking at me as Diego slung his arms around his neck. They could be happy together for all I cared.
The venue was attached to the hotel we were staying at. Lafayette and I had the suite to ourselves again, no one else knowing we were sharing a room. I took the elevator all the way up there, the doors opening directly to the suite. Lafayette was in there, just in a towel from the shower he had just taken.
He glanced at me for a second before turning back to the bar. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"This is my room too," I said, crossing my arms. "Or do you need me to sleep somewhere else tonight?"
He shrugged, turning to face me. "Why would I need that? Is that what you want? I mean, I'm sure Carlos has room in his bed."
I scoffed. "Are you jealous?" I asked.
"No reason to be jealous," he said. "I don't care who you sleep with." He filled up a glass with some scotch and took a drink.
"So if I did want to invite Carlos up here you wouldn't care," I said, walking closer.
"Nope. He's sexy and gives good head," Lafayette said. "If you want to have sex with him then be my guest. I'll sleep elsewhere."
"Like with Diego?" I asked.
He looked at me and drank the last of his scotch. "Now who's jealous?" He set the glass down and walked to his suitcase, rummaging through clothes.
I laughed, mockingly. "I'm not jealous," I said. He still had his back to me. I started to take off my clothes and walk slowly over to him.
"And I'm not jealous either, like I said," he said. "If you want to go sleep with Carlos then go ahead. I will get out of your way."
"But this is a business trip," I said. At this point I was close behind him and only in my black thong.
He started to turn around, saying, "What does that..." His eyes roamed over me.
"It's a business trip, and you're my boss," I said, stepping very close to him. I looked at him up from under my lashes. I held my hands behind my back. "No one else is my boss. No one else gets to tell me what to do. So tell me - do you want me to sleep with Carlos?"
He looked down at me, some anger in his eyes but more so lust. He put his hand on my chest, sliding it gently up his neck, and then grabbing me under the jaw. I gasped, the slight choking surprising but pleasing. "Absolutely not," he said in a low voice, pulling my face closer. "The only person that's going to be fucking you on this tour is me." He smashed his lips against mine to the point it almost hurt, but it also felt so good.
Lafayette threw me onto the bed, sliding my thong off and taking off his towel. He kissed me hard, holding my wrists above my head. His knees were pushing my legs apart. He bit at my neck, leaving bruises just to piss me off. When he reached over, letting go of my wrists to grab the lube, I held out my hand. He squirted some into my palm and I grabbed him, rubbing the lube over him as he groaned in pleasure. Then I grabbed him hard, making him groan in both pain and pleasure. He looked like he might kill me.
"And if you think you're going to fuck anyone else on this tour, just know that I'll be in between the two of you," I said.
He smirked, that killer look still in his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, and then he fucked me harder than anyone had ever fucked me. It was rough, something I didn't do often, but it was exhilarating. I also trusted Lafayette, so I knew he wasn't going to do anything to hurt me more than I wanted.
The next morning, I did my best to cover up all the hickeys on my neck. Lafayette stood behind me in the bathroom, watching me. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said.
I smiled. "It's fine. I liked it," I said.
"I don't like hurting you, even in that situation," he said. He looked ashamed.
I turned to face him. "It's okay," I said, walking up to him and putting my arms around his torso. "If you were doing something I didn't like then I would say something and you would stop because you're a good person."
"I know," he said quietly. He grabbed my wrist, which had a slight bruise on it from his grasp last night. He kissed it gently. "You're like a glass figurine. You need to be treated carefully and delicately."
My heart fluttered. "Well, when we get to our next destination, we can try that," I said. "We are already running late and knowing Michael's nosy ass he will be on his way up if we don't get down soon."
Lafayette smiled softly. "You're right." He kissed my cheek. "Let's get going."