St. Barth is an awesome place. Not only is the weather perfect, the food amazing, and the sights purely gorgeous, but it’s also openly accepting of all lifestyles. There are a bunch of gay couples staying in the villas near us, which certainly helped loosen us up when we first got here.

We’ve been able to just be us the entire time, without worry. It’s all I could ask for.

Here, we aren’t a father and his adoptive son. We’re just Jesse and James. New lovers vacationing, relaxing, and enjoying each other in ways that, let’s be real, we probably couldn’t at home. Definitely not in the town where we both grew up.

I’m loving every minute of it, while simultaneously dreading going back. I hate that there’s a timer on this.

Pushing away the icky thoughts, I get James up and drag him into the water. We walk in, hands clasped, wading into the crystal-clear blue until we’re up to our chests. And then his hands travel, and mine do too, feeling each other up like we still haven’t gotten our fill. I’m not sure we ever will.

James hoists me up in the water, molding me to his strong frame as I wrap my legs around his waist. I touch the tattoos on his shoulders and arms while he kisses my neck, giving me chills even beneath the heat of the sun.

“You’re perfect, sweet thing,” he croons in my ear, licking up the saltwater on my flesh. “Everything about you… You’re beautiful and sexy and perfect and mine.”

“I am so yours,” I tell him, combing my fingers through his dark wet hair. “Always.”

“No matter what?” he hums, palming my cock over the material of my fitted swim trunks.

“No matter what.”

His other hand grips my ass tighter. “I’m yours too, baby.”

“Always?” My heart thumps into his through our flushed chests.

“Always.” He kisses the word on my lips.

Our mouths come together for leisurely kisses, sucking and biting, tongues flicking, in our own little slice of heaven we’ve found.

“I never want to leave.” My confession breaks when we come up for air.

James draws a line up my throat with his index finger. “Maybe we don’t have to…” I can’t help the bemused fluttering of my eyelashes as I gape at him. He chuckles. “What if we could stay? Would you want to…?”

My heart is racing already at the idea. James had made a comment last night, while we were lying in bed after a particularly intense set of orgasms, about extending our trip. But I just thought he meant like, another week.

“Stay, as in… stay longer?”

He shakes his head. “What if we moved here?”

Now I’m really cruising the confusion highway. “How is that even possible?”