NSFW-Supers Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Hector

Hector didn’t know what was wrong with Zach as he sped past. Well, he knew of one thing, and fuck was that hot. The guy was packing.

When he’d heard he had to baby-sit a travel writer, he’d been pissed. He hadn’t been looking forward to pampering some asshole all week. But Zach was a pleasant surprise. Besides the fifty dollar tip he’d pulled out of his pocket when he’d left Zach’s room the first time, the guy was hot and seemed genuinely nice.

There was no telling what had happened to him down on the beach to give him such a boner. Hector frowned, wishing it had been because of him. He’d given Zach every signal, but the guy wasn’t responding. Oh, the lust was there, but for some reason, he wouldn’t follow through.

He sighed as he thought of Zach’s cock sticking out of his shorts and the way his ass looked in those Speedos that stretched almost to their breaking point by the boner. He’d wanted to through the man down on the ground and ravish him in front of everyone. It had taken every bit of willpower he possessed.

That’s it, he thought. When he comes back down for lunch.

An hour later, his libido had calmed. Holding the door and answering questions for spoiled brats on vacation will do that to anyone.

He checked his watch. Almost lunch. Zach.

“You got somewhere else to be?” Mr. James’ voice snapped him out of the thought process before it went back into images of a spandex covered bubble butt.

“Sort of,” he said. “Mr. Winten seems to have an issue and might need my help.” That should get him out of the rest of his shift. He tried not to smile.

“Fine, fine.” Mr. James seemed distracted. “Take care of it at the end of your shift.”

That wasn’t at all the answer he expected. “Of course.”

Mr. James looked at the volcano, his eyes shifting. “I have something I have to do… at another resort. I’ll be gone for a while, so just take care of it.”

After his wincing kowtowing to Zach over the last twenty-four hours, Hector was a little surprised.

But, Mr. James didn’t elaborate. He walked out the door toward one of the still intact mini-vans and sped off. He didn’t take the road around the ridge of the island. He sped straight up toward the volcano.

Hector shrugged. Maybe he was just going to make sure there was no more activity up there. Or, whatever that dome was. Who knew? There were obviously secrets about the island.

He sighed and leaned back against the door. That wasn’t his job. Holding the door and answering questions. That’s what he did.

“Good morning.” He smiled as a couple dressed in bikinis swished through the door. The girls completely ignored him. They had eyes only for each other. Ok, some days, being a non-entity bothered him.

Finally, his shift ended. He’d watched the stairs for three hours. Zach hadn’t come back down. Now and then he’d swept through the dining room, just to make sure he hadn’t taken the elevator. Still, no Zach.

Sam ambled up to relive him. “Hey, buddy. You ready to start your real day?”

Hector smiled. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I do.” Sam looked like he knew a secret. “You going to stalk that writer guy?”

“I… what?” Hector sputtered.

Sam laughed and held out his hands in a surrender position. “Dude! Just kidding.” He lowered his hands and leaned in. “Besides, I don’t think it counts as stalking if the dude wants to be caught.”

“You think?” Hector asked before he could stop himself.

Sam shook his head. “Man, you got it bad. It happens, but don’t get too caught up. That guy’s got a life somewhere else, and in a week, he’s going back to it.”

Hector straightened his spine. “I know that.”

Sam pushed him lightly away from the door. “Knowing and doing are two different things.” He looked serious. “We’ve all done it. Fall for a guest, they leave. To them, they got some really good strange on vacation. For you, it’s not such a good memory.” His face dropped.

“You done it?” Hector asked.

Sam nodded. “Yeah. And you’re stuck in the same place where everything happened and everything reminds you of the way your heart fluttered when you saw them. It sucks. I hear that you can get jaded after a while and stop getting attached, but—”

Hector sighed. There was nothing to get attached to. Zach hadn’t responded, except for the looks. There had to be something there.

“Besides,” Sam continued, “we’re dudes. Our dicks don’t have consciences. Getting ass all the time and forgetting about it should be easy.”

“Catch and release. Don’t worry about me. I can do that.” Hector said, nodding.

“Damn right. Catch and release.” He leaned against the door, taking up his station for his shift. “But, the first part of that is catch. You’d better get busy.” He smiled and motioned toward the door.

Hector patted Sam’s solid shoulder as he passed. Hell, he thought. If I get my heart broken, having Sam console me wouldn’t be too bad.

The crowd in the bar was fairly light. Lunch had passed and most people were out by the pool or on the beaches.

He caught Henri’s attention. She finished pouring an orange drink, dropped an umbrella in it, and slid it to one of the guests. He took a sip and gave a thumbs up.

Satisfied that another tip was in the bag, Henri glided over. She was a master behind the bar, it was her domain and she saw and knew everything.

“Ms. Henrietta,” he said. She hated when people used her full name. But Hector only got an eye roll, where most other people would get a fist.

“Hectorina.” She nodded. “What can I do for you? The usual?”

He took a deep breath. “Not right now, I’m sort of looking for someone.”

“The writer guy?”

Fuck, am I wearing a sign or something? “Yes, have you seen him?”

She shook her head. “Nah. Not since breakfast.”

He didn’t like the pitying look she gave him. “Cool.” Might as well be casual. “Just checking.”

Someone at the other end of the bar thumped an empty glass against the counter. Henri rolled her eyes. “Later.”

What do I do?

The thought of running up to check on him felt wrong. Was it weird? Smothering?

He shook his head. They’d assigned him to make sure the guy had a good visit. Checking on Zach was his job.

Not weird at all, he thought. After a goodbye wave to Henri, he turned and went through the lobby and took the stairs two at a time.

He burst into the hall on the third floor and came to a dead stop, checking himself. Checking on him was one thing, but sprinting to the guy was weird. He reminded himself that he was just there on official business.

He touched the top of his hair—gel still holding. Brushed the front of his shirt straight—abs still holding. The flash of his silver name tag set his mind at ease. Something about that shiny piece of metal on his chest made his actions seem legitimate.

electronic-lock-hotel-door-business-keycard-lock-5b293657979122.0314501415294275436208The hall was silent except for the hum of the ice machine a few doors down. He put his ear against Zach’s door. Silence.

When he knocked, it echoed loudly.

“Zach, you in there?” He knocked again and adjusted his shorts.

What the hell? He liked Zach, but to get a boner just by saying his name?

He knocked a few more times. After the second round with no response, he stuck one hand in his underwear to point his still growing dick in a more comfortable direction and the other in his pocket for the master passkey.

The light on the lock blinked green, and he eased the door open.

“Zach?” The television was off, the balcony doors were shut tight, and the bed was empty. And his cock was rock solid.

Trying to ignore his pants, he called out one last time. “Mr. Winten?”

He turned to go. A light under the bathroom door caught his eye. He twisted the knob gently. Unlocked.

By that point, he couldn’t have hidden the erection in his pants without a tarp. As he pushed the door open, he hoped Zach wasn’t in there.

“Zach?” he whispered. Sticking his head around the door, afraid of what he’d see.

Of everything he could have seen, Zach’s prone body on the bathmat, still wet from the shower was one he most feared.

He rushed into the bathroom, trying to ignore the man’s tight body and his own cock’s reaction to… to everything, apparently.

Zach’s head seemed fine. Hector had only been trained in the most rudimentary first aid, but he didn’t see any trauma. When he put his hand on Zach’s neck to feel for a pulse, he felt something sticky.

Then he noticed cum everywhere. Puddles ranged from the end of Zach’s thick, flaccid cock all the way to dripping patches on the back of the bathroom door.

Something was wrong. He’d never known anyone to jizz their way into a coma.

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