The Escort 1

The Escort

Posted: July 13, 2007
Title: The Escort
Author: Decadence and Sileya
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Karl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: We don’t know them, and we don’t claim to. We just like their faces and names.
Beta: sileya

Summary: Craig hires an escort to accompany him to his best friend’s wedding to ward off matchmaking attempts. But it turns out he wants to make a match of his own.

*****

Craig re-checked the number scribbled on the frayed piece of notebook paper as he pushed the buttons on his mobile. Harry said this guy was THE guy. Handsome, hot and discreet. He pushed the ‘send’ button and waited impatiently as the call connected.

Sitting on his deck with his feet up, Karl glanced up from his book when his mobile rang. He checked the number, knowing only business clients called this line - and since he didn’t recognize it, it was likely a referral. He answered with the punch of a button. “Hello,” he said quietly, calmly.

The warm, professional tone of the voice on the other end of the line automatically made Craig feel more at ease. “Hello? This is Craig Parker, Harry Sinclair gave me this number. Told me to ask for a Mr. Urban. I need to request his services.”

“Thank you for calling, Mr. Parker. What services do you require?” Karl asked, gazing off the deck to the waves breaking on the sand about a hundred feet away.

“There’s an event I’ve been asked to attend. A wedding. One of my gay friends is getting married next week in the islands. Weddings are always a hotbed for novice matchmakers, and I’d prefer to avoid that if at all possible.” Craig shared the facts, giving the other man any information he requested.

“Do you require any other services besides escort? And what is the time period?” Karl asked, reaching for his day planner.

“The celebration takes place over the course of three days. I’d require his presence from the 5th through the 15th if at all possible,” Craig double-checked the dates in his planner. “And...other services? Such as?”

Karl raised an eyebrow. “Just what did Mr. Sinclair tell you about my business?” he asked curiously, leaning back in his desk chair again.

Craig’s eyebrow lifted. “So you’re him. Harry said that you provided companionship. I assumed that meant on outings and such.”

“Yes, that’s correct. I’m also a trained paralegal for assisting in business situations, as well as a licensed physical trainer,” Karl explained, deciding to leave it at that, for now.

Attention piqued, Craig asked, “Physical trainer? I could maybe use your services in that aspect. Lord knows I need to look my best at this thing.” He jotted the new information down on the ragged sheet of paper. “Are the dates good for you?”

Both of Karl’s brows flew up at that comment, and he had to cover a soft laugh with a cough. “Ah, excuse me,” he apologized as he flipped through the book. “You’re in luck, I just had a cancellation for the 10th, so that span of days is open. Did Mr. Sinclair tell you anything about my fees?”

“I understand that all traveling and apparel costs will be my responsibility, as well as a daily fee. Is that correct?”

“Yes, and half the daily fee for the contracted period is required up front,” Karl explained. “Will that be a problem?”

Craig flipped to his bank register, noting the zeroes in the figures. “Not a problem. And if the weekend is successful, there will be a nice bonus.”

“Thank you,” Karl said sincerely. “I’ll do my best. Now, a few details: What I should bring, what you have in mind for my presence there, and minor stuff like what I should call you and how we should act together. Have you thought about these things?”

Craig blushed, even though he knew the other man couldn’t see him. “I was hoping you could pose as my... partner? I want to avoid any entanglements that might result from any attempted matchmaking. The wedding and celebrations are casual, so a linen suit and some slacks and polo shirts should be acceptable,” he rattled on. “It won’t be a problem to pretend that you’re my lover, will it, Mr. Urban?”

“No, Mr. Parker, it will not. If you like, you can request certain privileges as well, toward maintaining that illusion,” Karl said quietly, knowing his calm voice often helped people through their embarrassment.

Craig coughed slightly as he realized what the other man was referring to. “Um...I don’t think...I haven’t...um...that won’t be necessary.”

Karl smiled. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll be fine. Do you want to meet before we leave, to get the story straight?”

Craig looked at his day planner. He frowned as he spoke. “I’m afraid I’m in negotiations right up until a few hours before the flight. I’ve booked two first-class fares to the location. We can spend the flight discussing it if you’d like.”

“Whatever you are comfortable with, Mr. Parker,” Karl assured him. “Do you have any other questions or requests?”

“Please, call me Craig,” he asked, tucking the tattered sheet of paper into his planner.

“Thank you, Craig. I’m Karl, of course. Just let me know if you want me to answer to anything else.” He made some notes in his day planner.

A nervous chuckle escaped Craig. “You mean like ‘sex god’ or something like that?”

Karl grinned and openly laughed. This man, though clearly nervous, obviously had a sense of humor. “Well, that’s nice and all, although I was thinking more along the lines of “love”, “baby” or “darling” - I’ll use my discretion in replying to insults,” he ribbed gently, hoping the other man would feel more comfortable with him as they talked.

Craig chuckled, already feeling more at ease with the other man. “I’ll have the ticket sent to you by courier. You’ll have it tomorrow, hopefully.”

“Yes. If you have a pen, I can give you an account number for electronic transfer, otherwise you’ll need to send a check with the ticket,” Karl said.

“Of course...sorry...” Feeling more at ease with Karl, he’d almost forgotten it was a business transaction. Craig mentally slapped himself. Pulling the day planner back out of his bag, Craig jotted down the number Karl gave him. “It should be in your account by close of business today.”

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you, Craig. I’ll see you soon,” Karl said.

“Likewise. See you on the 5th.” Craig disconnected the call, re-entering his office from his hiding place in the bathroom of his suite. Getting to his desk, he sat it his plush leather chair, he tented his hands over his chest as he remembered the sound of Karl’s voice, and the excitement he felt at meeting the other man. Immediately, he transferred the funds, plus some, to Karl Urban’s account.

Karl set down the phone after tapping it on the table, a smile curving his lips. “Easy money,” he murmured with a shrug, picking his book back up and going back to reading, enjoying the breeze off the warm ocean water.

==

Craig had checked in and settled into his comfortable seat several minutes ago. He had just sent a flight attendant on his way, declining the offer of a drink, but as the time when Karl was supposed to arrive approached, he regretted the decision more and more. He stood up, double-checking the fit of his khakis before sitting back down to polish at the imaginary spot on his loafers.

Stepping onto the plane wearing comfortable gray slacks and a white cotton shirt with loose sleeves and ties up the front, Karl smiled as he checked out first class, zeroing in on the man he guessed to be Craig. The stewardess pointed him in the direction of his seat as she checked his ticket.

“Craig?” the escort asked quietly.

Craig glanced up from his buffed shoes. And stared. The person standing in front of him was more like a Greek god than a mere man. He rose quickly, swaying as he nearly lost his balance. “Karl?”

Reaching out to steady him by catching his elbow, Karl’s lips quirked into a smile. “Yeah, hi,” he greeted. “How are you today?”

Breathing a sigh of relief that his companion was at the very least very attractive, Craig smiled. And his voice matched the one on the phone perfectly. “Aside from being nervous and jumpy? I’m well. I trust your trip was uneventful?”

Karl nodded. He’d flown two hours from the coast to here before meeting Craig. “Yeah, the weather’s great.” He pushed his carry-on into an overhead compartment and admired the spacious seating. “Looks like this will be comfortable, too,” he said, waiting for Craig to sit back down.

Craig perched on the edge of the seat, waving the flight attendant back. “I need a drink,” he confided. “I hate flying.”

Sitting down and making himself comfortable, Karl nodded. “You need something to distract you, is all,” he said. “Tell me about this wedding.”

“Classic love story,” Craig began, trying to shake off his nerves. “Boy meets boy. Boy loses boy. Boy can’t live without boy. So they’re getting married.”

“And your relation to the happy couple?” Karl asked as he leaned back so the stewardess could ask about their drinks. He asked for a bottle of water.

“Worked pretty closely with Dave for years. Best friends for a long time before then. He and Sean are happy together. That’s what’s important,” Craig assured Karl.

Nodding, Karl crossed his ankles as he stretched most of the way out - great thing for him, first class - and tilted his head to look at Craig. “So. Where did we meet?”

“I was thinking that since you’re a paralegal, maybe I hired you to oversee a deal that my firm completed a few months ago. The details are confidential, so that way you won’t be expected to speak to it very much at all.” Craig offered.

Karl nodded in approval. “Good idea. And how did we get together?” His eyes sparkled, glad Craig seemed so well prepared.

“We didn’t get together until after the deal was done, and I no longer required your services as paralegal. The way I figure it, we’ve been together for about six months now. Long enough to know that we think we... love each other, but not long enough to know everything about each other. I sent you roses and asked you to the opera.” Craig bit his lip as he waited for Karl’s reaction.

Karl nodded in agreement. “La Boheme in San Francisco...and blush roses, you wouldn’t want to be too forward,” he said with a smile.

“And we clicked from there,” Craig murmured, leaning toward Karl. “We spend weekends together. We’re out on Wednesday nights...”

“Gallery openings and jazz clubs?” Karl suggested.

“Wine tastings in Napa Valley,” Craig continued, lost in the fantasy.

“And after the outings?” Karl asked, since Craig has asked him to pose as a lover.

“We go back to my place...sometimes to yours, but you live further out of the city. We spend our time in my bed, watching the lights come on down in the valley.” Craig had to shake himself to keep from believing the story himself. Looking at Karl, he suddenly wanted to believe it.

Karl raised a brow slightly. “Sounds simple enough to remember. What attracted me to you, and you to me?” he asked. “In my experience, people ask these questions.”

“I was attracted first by your looks,” Craig admitted shyly, not realizing he was telling the truth. “But as I got to know you, I learned there was a decent, wonderful person inside. Your laugh. The way your eyes reflect that amazing mixture of green and gold and brown.”

“I was attracted to you the first time I heard your voice - professional, but kind. Warm. Welcoming,” Karl said quietly. “Then you looked at me with those blue eyes, and I was a goner...I played it cool, though,” he insisted with a smile.

“You had a crush on me?” Craig asked, a tone of wonderment coloring his words.

“Oh yeah,” Karl said, cheeks warming. He was closer to telling the honest truth than he wanted to admit...he'd been struck by Craig's eyes at first sight. It could be difficult in his job, keeping reality and fantasy separate. “From the beginning.”

Craig smiled. “That’s so sweet.” He leaned back for a moment, glancing to the side. He nearly startled as he realized they were already in the air. He had been so intent on his conversation with Karl that he hadn’t noticed the plane take off. “How long have we been in the air?” he asked incredulously.

The escort’s lips curved into a wide smile. “About five minutes,” he answered.

==

The plane touched down several hours later; hours that had been spent in conversation with Karl. Craig approved of the ruse they’d be undertaking over the next few days. As they left the plane, he found his eyes wandering over Karl’s body. As a simple diversion, Craig had to admit the man was well worth the money, no doubt about that.

Karl now felt comfortable enough with Craig to be able to get through most any public situation. And it certainly wouldn’t be a hardship, even though the businessman hadn’t paid for more privileges...Karl’s lips twitched. He’d just have to see how things went.

Flashing a smile at Karl, Craig nodded toward the limo that sat in the reserved boarding lane. “There’s our ride.”

Pulling his suitcase behind him, Karl lifted his garment bag over his shoulder. “Your family has some money, then,” he observed. “You told me about you - but not about who we’re here to see.”

“Dave. He’s my friend from college. He’s marrying Sean, a Brit whom he met while on holiday about four years ago. David is notorious for his matchmaking attempts. Sometimes he’s successful, but mostly, he’s horrible at it.” Craig explained. “All of our friends will be here.”

Karl snorted. “So the matchmaker is getting hitched, and everyone is showing up to celebrate. Makes sense.”

“We’re hoping that he’s so blissfully happy that he quits matchmaking for us,” Craig offered sarcastically. “He’s a great guy, just doesn’t know when to take ‘no’ for an answer. And in answer to your comment, yes, there's quiet a bit of money in the 'family'.”

Eyes dancing, Karl lifted his suitcase into the boot of the car. “Well, he’ll have to take no for an answer now, won’t he?” he said playfully, descending easily into his new persona.

Craig stowed his bags in the trunk as well, waving Karl into the open door of the limo. “So,” he asked once they were settled into the limo and headed to the resort, “how far are we into this relationship? How intimate are we?” He sounded nervous.

Karl settled back into the comfortable seat, easily propping his feet up on the seat across the compartment. “Well, we’ve been together six months, I think it was we said. You mentioned lying in bed and watching the lights.” He tilted his head, looking at Craig evenly. “What would be normal for you?”

Thinking about the answer carefully, Craig finally answered. “I don’t just do anything on the first date. At six months, we’d still be discovering each other’s bodies. Not exactly new lovers, but still learning.”

“There’s your answer, then,” Karl said quietly, easily.

Craig grinned. “Can it be that easy?”

Karl smiled. “Sure it can. With me, anyway.” He shrugged, looking over Craig. “You’re a very good-looking man. It won’t be a problem at all to be affectionate.”

Blushing at the compliments, Craig asked, “Should we practice?”

Karl’s smile spread into a grin. “If you want.” He almost added that not everyone he worked with was so easy on the eyes - but he didn’t want to spook Craig by reminding him of Karl’s actual reason for being here. “The more comfortable you are having me around, the better time you’ll have.”

Scooting closer over the plush leather of the seat, Craig put his hand on Karl’s thigh. “I want to.”

Smiling encouragingly, Karl leaned back in the seat, his head turned toward Craig so he could easily lean forward to kiss the escort. Where Karl usually found some amusement and personal pleasure in this part of his job, the explosion of butterflies in his belly was new and somewhat worrisome. Craig leaned forward, his lips touching Karl’s briefly before he opened his eyes to see the other man’s expression. He pushed forward again, kissing Karl softly. Still smiling, Karl accepted Craig’s kiss, and he felt his pulse speed up. Oh boy...he was definitely attracted to Craig. That could be good. Or not. It would much depend on how Craig reacted. Forcing himself to relax, Karl softened his lips under Craig’s, parting them slightly.

Growing brave when Karl responded to the kiss, Craig cradled his face in his hand and then darted his tongue out, tasting Karl‘s flavor. Karl sighed ever so slightly, the press of Craig’s lips so sweet. He slightly pressed back, letting the other man control the kiss, but letting him know Karl was fully and happily involved as their tongues met. Craig’s body flooded with desire as Karl kissed him back. Hand sliding to rest on the other man’s chest, Craig pulled away briefly. “Wow.”

Eyes flaring with heat as he reopened his eyes, Karl echoed Craig’s sentiment. “Wow,” he murmured, his hand sliding to cover Craig’s on his chest. Breathing hard, Craig pushed forward again, unwilling to let the encounter end with the kiss. He tasted Karl’s lips, sucking gently at them, turning them red before nipping at his chin.

Taken aback by the arousal flooding him, Karl slid a hand behind Craig’s back along the seat, splaying long fingers along his back. He didn't get involved on the job. Kissing, fellatio, sex, whatever, he didn't get the clench in his gut, the lightheadedness. He moaned ever so slightly as Craig kept kissing him, and he knew then that he should consider refunding Craig’s money. Because if the other man kept kissing him like this, Karl would be happy to pay HIM.

As soon as Karl’s fingers settled over his spine, Craig groaned loudly, the noise vibrating against Karl’s neck. He pulled back again, still remaining in the circle of Karl’s arms. Raising an eyebrow, Karl didn't pursue him, although he really wanted to. It wasn’t his place to be the dominant one here, on the contrary, he was at Craig’s every beck and call. “Okay?” he asked quietly.

“Wonderful,” Craig sighed. “Ten days of this? I should double your pay...”

Karl chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. I’m certainly going to enjoy this job, I think,” he drawled, leaning forward to steal a short kiss.

Craig’s hand fell back onto Karl’s thigh as he was kissed again. “We should be pretty believable,” he observed with a grin.

Grinning, Karl nodded. “So, feeling better about the trip?”

Nodding, Craig turned to look out the window, anxious about fooling his best friend. “I just wish he didn’t MAKE me have to pull a stunt like this.” He turned back to Karl and shrugged a shoulder. “No offense...”

Raising an eyebrow and missing the kissing already, Karl considered. “None taken. It's the work I've chosen, and it doesn't bother me." Looking out the window, he asked, "Is he meeting us at the resort? Meeting the car?”

“I don’t know,” Craig replied in a whisper. “He just said he’d have a car waiting for me. I’m not sure what we’ll have to do tonight.”

Studying the tension forming again in Craig’s shoulders, Karl made a decision. “C’mere,” he said, holding open his arm.

Craig slid into Karl’s embrace without hesitation, realizing at that moment just how comfortable he already felt in the other man’s presence.

Smiling, Karl curled his arms around Craig, holding him close against his chest. He dropped his chin to kiss the top of Craig’s head. “Just relax. You’re supposed to be on vacation, love,” he murmured, dropping easily into the playacting. Smiling at the endearment, Craig relaxed into the embrace. He closed his eyes, inhaling the larger man’s scent. “We’re going to have a great time,” Karl said quietly, soothingly. “You’re going to see your friends, swim and sun and relax, and we’ll be together the whole time. Whatever you want to eat, however you want to behave - just be yourself, love. That’s why I love you, after all,” he said softly.

Craig kept his eyes closed, pretending the words were true. After all, they were just pretending. Right? Smoothing his hand through Craig’s hair, Karl realized he was in trouble. Never before had he ever been tempted to feel something for a client beyond friendly affection or annoyed dislike. But something about Craig stirred him inside. He knew he’d have time to think about it over the next several days, so for now, he cuddled Craig close, trying to keep him relaxed. It was his job, after all.

Craig remained in Karl’s arms until the limo slowed to a stop in front of a huge resort bungalow. As the door opened, he could see David’s red hair in the distance. “Show time,” he murmured, pulling away and turning to greet his friend.

Peering over Craig’s shoulder, Karl saw the redhead approaching. Making a split-second decision, he reached out to catch Craig’s arm and bring him back into his arms. “Hey, love, don’t rush off just yet,” he purred, smiling and pulling the other man close against his chest at an angle he was sure the approaching man would see. “I could use another kiss,” he invited.

Craig couldn’t deny that low voice when it whispered such enticing words. He turned back to Karl, watching his face, feeling himself start to fall. He tried to caution himself against the act, but it was useless. Green eyes looked back at him, a question reflected there. He tilted his head forward, forehead touching Karl’s. It felt so natural...how could this man just act like this? Karl’s lips curled into a smile, as if they shared a secret, and he curled his arm back around Craig’s waist. “After all,” he said huskily. “Don’t want me to be nervous around your friends. A couple more kisses would really make a difference,” he said silkily before stealing a soft, clinging kiss. Craig’s mouth opened against Karl’s and his tongue found the other man’s once more, as if they’d always been like this. His breath quickened, becoming ragged as he moaned into Karl’s mouth.

Happily melting into Craig’s kiss, Karl thought wildly that he’d better watch his step...he could get to like this far, far too much. He pulse was pounding, and he certainly felt how tight his jeans were getting. He grasped Craig closely, trying to convey that he was there to support him. And money was swiftly having nothing to do with it. Craig’s hands settled on Karl, sliding around the broad shoulders to pull the other man tighter to him. He felt wanted and safe in Karl’s arms, even though the relationship was all just an act - and that thought struck him with bittersweet twinge.

Groaning softly as he felt Craig pull him closer, Karl pressed their lips together in a firm kiss, tongue sliding along Craig’s lower lip and teeth to tease at his tongue. Feeling the heat of the other man’s body, he lifted his hips slightly against Craig’s weight. Forgetting where he was, Craig was planning to rub against Karl more firmly when a familiar voice chirped a cheerful, “Well, well, what do we have here?” Blushing wildly, Craig ignored David’s question, concentrating instead on the feel of Karl’s tongue invading his mouth.

Taking his time finishing the kiss, Karl finally pulled back with a sigh. “Looks like we’ve got company, love,” he murmured, lifting a hand to light stroke Craig’s cheek with the backs of his knuckles.

Still ignoring David’s silence, Craig simply looked into Karl’s eyes for several long moments before turning to glance distractedly at David. “Hey Daisy...um...thanks for the car...”

“A heartfelt thanks,” Karl chimed in quietly.

A slow smile began to spread across Craig’s face as David seemed to struggle for words as he offered to take Craig's bag. “Who’s your friend, Craig? And why am I just now meeting him?”

Craig breathed a sigh of relief as he answered, “You’ve been so busy planning the ceremony. This is Karl. Karl Urban. He’s a ... friend... I didn’t think you’d mind if I brought him.”

Standing easily behind Craig, Karl reached around his 'lover' and offered a friendly smile. He held out his hand to David. “Nice to meet you. Craig’s talked a lot about you.”

David was quiet, having watched their interaction. After a long moment, he took Karl’s hand and shook it. “Any friend of Craig’s...”

Karl shook his hand firmly, studying David just as thoroughly, not backing down from the other man’s visual sizing. After a more than suitable length of time, Karl looked to Craig. “Ready to get checked in, love?”

Craig turned to Karl, sliding his arm around the taller man’s waist. Nodding, he whispered, “I think I need a nap.” He ignored David’s snorted “I bet that’s not ALL you need.”

“I wish you’d taken those pills before the flight,” Karl scolded lightly, tapping Craig’s nose with his knuckle. “Then maybe you wouldn’t feel so worn out now. You know how much you hate flying.” He shook his head in exasperation before he looked to David. “Can we get settled in? What are the plans for tonight? We really could use a break, noisy kids on the plane,” he explained.

“There’s not anything planned for tonight,” David answered, a puzzled smile settling across his features. “I figured everyone would need a chance to settle in. I’ve put you in the sunrise cabana,” he pointed vaguely across the resort, near the beach.

“Smart planning, that,” Karl complimented, sliding his arm about Craig’s shoulder. “Let’s go on then, looks like this guy’s got our luggage already.” He started to walk, taking Craig with him, figuring David would either follow along or not. Either way, it got Craig through his first meeting with his meddlesome best friend. Karl thought he could like David, a lot, but he also knew first impressions were everything. As they walked slowly, Karl dropped a light kiss on the top of Craig’s head. “It’s beautiful here,” he murmured.

Craig’s grip around Karl’s waist tightened. He turned his head up, pressing a kiss beneath Karl’s jaw line. “It is lovely here. It won’t be hard, you know.” Hearing a giggle from behind them, he realized David was following them to the cabana, so he paused in the rest of his sentence of ‘pretending to love you,’ substituting, “spending all this time with you,” instead.

Karl grinned, hugging Craig close as they stumbled into the resort lobby. “That’s what I’m hoping, love,” he replied once he was sure David was in earshot. "Hoping you'll get used to have me around all the time."

Karl was good. That was a fact. “If you keep this up, you’re going to have to carry me,” Craig warned.

The escort shook his head. “Sorry, love. Gotta save something for the wedding night,” he said easily as they stopped at the check in desk.

Craig passed his charge card to the concierge, taking the opportunity to turn and wrap his arms around Karl, nuzzling his neck. He could see David several feet behind them, gaping slightly. He smiled, huffing a laugh against Karl’s throat. Karl chuckled and slid his arms around Craig’s waist. He smiled at the woman behind the desk, who also grinned and winked. She obviously thought they were together. He wouldn’t disabuse her of the notion, either. “I like being in your arms,” Craig admitted honestly as the lady behind the desk coughed and passed him his card back.

Karl hugged him once more before letting go so Craig could put his credit card away. Then he saw a waiter walk by with a tray of food. “Hey, love, can we order room service?” he asked, attention caught as his stomach rumbled. He was easily fitting into the role, feeling it fit him like a glove. He cautioned himself again not to get too comfortable.

Craig eyed the tray hungrily as well. “I’m famished,” he nearly growled. “As soon as we get to the room, we’ll order. Then have a shower. I feel so...rumpled...” he shivered slightly.

Reaching out to scoop up the key cards, Karl smiled and nodded to the woman at the desk, then wrapped his arm around Craig’s neck, playfully dragging him along. “Come on then, someone has to take care of you,” he said warmly, walking back toward David, since he’d mentioned the villa earlier.

David watched the exchange in awe. He’d invited someone with Craig in mind, but it seemed as if Craig had already found someone he was happy with. As the tall, dark and handsome man virtually dragged a giggling Craig toward him, he schooled his face into a neutral mask. “I can show you to the cabana if you’d like.”

Karl let Craig loose but didn’t look up, instead waiting for Craig to answer his friend. Craig raised smiling eyes to David. “Sure. But don’t think you’re going to hang around and chat all day. Karl and I have things to do.”

David’s eyebrows lifted, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he led them through the far side of the lobby, through a side exit near the beach. Halfway down the path, he paused, turning to ask, “Karl? I hope Craig made it clear that you’re welcome here. Even though he didn’t tell me he was bringing a guest,” he teased his old friend.

Glancing to Craig with a smile, Karl nodded. “Thanks, David, I appreciate that.”

Craig blushed. “I’ve just been too busy,” he defended himself. “Karl has kept me busy.”

Karl’s jaw dropped. “Me keep YOU busy!” he protested, completely in the flow of his role now. “Don’t believe a word he says, David,” he instructed. "He's a workaholic, and it takes all of my considerable charm to get him away from that office."

David’s head moved back and forth as he watched the couple argue affectionately. “You don’t have to explain to me. I was his roommate for seven years during college.” He ignored Craig’s petulant, “Hey!”

Eyes dancing, Karl whapped Craig lightly on the ass. “Come on, love, you know I’ll make it up to you,” he said in a wheedling tone as the bellman arrived behind them with the luggage. Craig smiled as their bags were deposited inside the room, and then he pushed David toward the door. He hugged his friend, smile growing wider as he waggled his fingers goodbye at his old friend. Karl just stood back and grinned, shaking his head as Craig pushed David out the door. When the other man turned with a huge smile on his face, Karl couldn’t help but laugh.

Blushing, Craig shrugged. “After those kisses, I wanted to get you alone.” Raising both brows, Karl tucked his thumbs in his waistband and waited, smile curling his lips.

Stepping forward timidly, Craig traced a finger along the back of Karl’s hand. “I liked it.”

Tilting his head, Karl went serious as his heart started pounding again. “Me, too,” he murmured. Pushing closer, Craig pressed his body against Karl’s. His shyness melted away as the heat from the other man’s body seeped through his clothes.

Drawing a slow, easy breath, Karl slid his arms around Craig’s waist. At this point, if the clients hadn’t paid for these particular services, Karl would politely call a halt. But he already didn’t want to stop. Not with Craig. Not when just standing close to him aroused Karl more than he’d been in years. Hands settling near Karl’s waistband, Craig rubbed his face against the front of the taller man’s shirt. He merely stood close, enjoying the feel of being in Karl’s arms. Until his stomach growled. Loudly.

Raising his hands to Craig’s shoulders, Karl grinned and lowered his nose to rub it against Craig’s head playfully. “Sounds like someone’s hungry,” he said with a chuckle.

“You think?” Craig looked up at Karl, smiling at the proximity of the other man. “You smell delicious.”

Karl’s brows shot in pleased surprise as the previously shy Craig complimented him. Tilting his head in a bit of a preen, Karl slid his hands down Craig’s back to cup his ass and pull him closer, indulging himself in the role just a bit. “You can talk like that all week, I won’t mind at all,” he purred.

Craig pressed his lips to Karl’s throat, suckling gently at the slightly salty skin. “You taste delicious,” he amended.

Eyes growing larger, Karl swallowed hard. Here he was, the suave escort, the unflappable actor, but this man had him totally thrown topsy-turvy. “Glad you approve,” he managed to choke out, feeling a little panicked.

“We should probably call room service,” Craig murmured, reluctant to move. “I can call and you can shower, or vice versa...”

Calming a little as shy Craig seemed to make another appearance, Karl shrugged slowly. “It’s your vacation. What do you want to do?”

“I want a shower,” Craig admitted in a shy tone. “And I want you to order me a burger and some fries,” he smiled hopefully up at Karl.

With a smile, Karl leaned over to quickly kiss the tip of his nose. “All right then. Off you go,” he said, rapping Craig on the ass again for good measure.

Craig stopped near the bathroom door, turning back. Affecting a surprised face, he asked, “You like my ass?”

Blinking again and grinning, staying in his role, Karl shook his head. “No. I don’t just like your ass. I moon over that sweet ass. Now get it in the shower,” he answered brashly.

Smiling happily, Craig laughed. “Okay, okay...”

Swallowing hard as Craig disappeared into his room, Karl turned and walked over to the desk, picking up the phone and punching the buttons for room service. “Yeah, this is Craig Parker’s room. We’d like to order room service...”

As soon as the door closed behind him, Craig leaned back against the cool surface. Out of the powerful presence of Karl, he began having doubts about what had just happened. What was he thinking? The man was an escort, for God’s sake! He was PAID to act interested. He closed his eyes and shook his head, berating himself mentally even as the arousal in his system began to wane. He reached into the shower, turning the water on. He didn’t bother with checking the temperature, figuring he deserved a cold shower after letting himself get so carried away by a rogue such as Karl.

After ordering, Karl hung up the phone and walked to his room - the outrageously luxurious cabana had four bedrooms - he unpacked a bit, mind focused on the events just past. Normally, he wouldn’t give his flirtatious behavior a second thought, especially in a situation such as this. But now it was bothering him, niggling. He felt...fake. Glancing toward Craig’s door with a serious expression, Karl sat down slowly on the edge of his bed, trying to think. Hunched under the cold spray of the shower, Craig began to shiver as he realized that Karl was likely playing a part. He was sure that the other man probably had more than his share of offers, from better men than he, and wasn’t likely to choose him. Even if he did choose Craig, how could Craig live with knowing what Karl did for a living? He wouldn’t be able to share his love with others. He sighed, reaching blindly for the shampoo. While closeness was good for the charade, from now on, their private dealings had better be professional and...sterile... He sighed again.

Tapping his chin with nervous energy, Karl was busy thrashing out his anxiety. He was bothered by his behavior with Craig - something he’d not felt before. He’d never regretted doing what he did, because he was honest and up front. Both parties benefited. But now...he was sort of afraid he was going to be the one hurt by the time this was over.

Rinsing off, Craig stepped out of the shower stall and pulled the robe tight around himself. Glancing in the mirror, he was surprised at his own features. He looked disappointed...resigned, even. He toweled his head dry, opening the door and leaving the luxurious loo, heading to the entrance to his room. Across the sizeable lounge was the door to the bedroom Karl had apparently chosen, he could see the other man sitting on his bed. Stopping a moment to admire the large frame and sleek looks privately, he found himself wishing this were real.

Lost in thought, Karl didn’t even realize he was being watched. He was really examining those feelings, something he’d truly never dealt with before, and he honestly wasn’t sure what to do. Unknowingly, this concern showed on his face. Craig’s features softened at the expression on Karl’s face. He seemed thoughtful...regretful, even? Snapping out of his trance, he stepped back into his room, dressing in casual clothes before coming back into the main room and stretching out on the sofa as they waited for their food.

Hearing Craig move around in the other room, Karl sighed and gathered himself, reminding himself he still had a job to do. And it wasn’t like it was a trial...he stopped to gaze at Craig once he re-entered the living room, looking over his features before the other man looked up at him. Craig was really quite gorgeous, Karl thought idly. Deciding to be friendly and make the most of the week, Craig patted the cushion at arm’s length away. “Sofa’s nice and comfy. Care to join me?”

Blinking, Karl reminded himself to smile and take it easy. Craig was no threat. If anything, he was a prize - but that was dangerous territory again. Karl moved and sat down, crossing his long legs at the ankles. “So, what should I know about you that someone who’s family might ask?” he queried, trying to steer them back to business, for his own peace of mind.

“Birthday’s November twelfth. I favor my right hand. I sleep on my belly, left leg curled under me. I’m allergic to coconut, I detest lobster...um...” Craig's voice faded as he ran out of things to babble about.

A smile grew on Karl’s face as Craig chattered, and he realized he must have made the other man nervous by coming on so strong earlier, putting on the show for David. “All right then. My birthday’s June 7. I’m also right-handed...although I wank with the left. I sleep on my back, mostly, I’ll eat pretty much anything, but I don’t drink much.”

A surprised chuckle burst from Craig at Karl’s declarations. “You’re right-handed, but wank with the left? Explain?” The statement was out before he could stop himself, and he blushed furiously.

Karl arched a brow and shrugged. “I just...tried it once and discovered it was comfortable,” he explained, trying to act as if it were no big deal. He knew throwing in that offhand remark would help Craig loosen up, but he wasn’t prepared for ...how gorgeous he looked when he laughed.

“Maybe I should switch it up sometime...pretend it’s someone else or something....” Craig mused, shaking his head at Karl’s admission.

“Why do you have to pretend?” Karl asked abruptly. “I mean...you’re...gorgeous. Why did you call me? Is it just because you want to throw off David?”

“Like you joked, I work too much,” Craig admitted. “I don’t have a lot of time to spend searching for someone, and despite David’s efforts, his matchmaking attempts have proven rather disastrous.”

“I’m sorry. It shouldn’t be that way,” Karl murmured, looking evenly at Craig. “What’s the point of working so much if you can’t be happy when you’re not working?”

Craig shrugged. “I just don’t think I was interested before now.” He bit his lip, realizing he’d let something important slip. “And I’m not sure I know how...”

Karl tilted his head, lips quirking. “I can help with that, if you want,” he offered seriously. “And I’m not talking about sex...or at least, not just sex. I mean about being happy.” He shrugged again, leaning back and relaxing against the couch. “I learned my lesson some time ago. Nothing’s worth it if you’re not happy.” He turned hazel eyes on Craig.

Craig turned toward Karl, filing the comments about sex away for later. “Does it make you happy? What you do?”

“It does. Although most people never believe me,” Karl explained. “I do what I do because I want to, because I’m honest about it, because I want to help other people be happy. I’ve never...” he paused for a moment, staring intently at Craig. “I’ve never fallen in love. Sometimes I think I never will. Regardless, I'm determined to be as happy as possible each day. Life’s not worth living, work’s not worth working unless you’re pleased with the results and the rest of your life.”

Craig nodded in agreement, easily seeing that Karl believed what he was saying. “I guess you’re right. Maybe I should find someone to fall in love with. Maybe David’s been pushing me in the right direction all along.” He leaned back against the sofa, rubbing his face exasperatedly. “It’s not easy!”

Karl chuckled. “Hell no, it’s not easy. But there’s no reason to sit at home and be lonely in the meantime.”

Head falling sideways to look at Karl, Craig grinned. “But I CAN perfect my wanking techniques in the long run.” His thumb ran teasingly over the inside of his own knee as he teased Karl.

Snorting, Karl looked at the ceiling and shook his head. “I knew I shoulda held my tongue. I was just trying to make you smile.”

“That you did,” Craig grinned again. His stomach rumbled loudly again, breaking the peaceful silence. “Room service coming?”

*****

Karl walked into the restaurant, dressed in dark jeans and a nearly sheer cotton shirt, one hand slung into a pocket as he casually looked over the room. Seeing the breakfast buffet, he headed that way, but detoured when he saw David raise a hand in greeting. David's eyes narrowed as Karl walked into the crowded room, sans Craig. He hadn't got a chance to get to know Craig's new boyfriend yet, but he could already tell that Craig was more than attracted to the tall, dark and gorgeous man. Hell - David would be attracted to him as well if he weren't so hopelessly in love with Sean. Another person entering the restaurant behind Karl made David look again. It was Marton. Marton was the man David had invited for Craig this time. Apparently it was unnecessary.

Stopping by the table, Karl pulled off his sunglasses. "Morning, David," he said pleasantly. "You certainly chose a great place for this - it's incredible here," he complimented. He and Craig had sat out on the porch while eating the night before, enjoying the balmy weather and the sound of the ocean, before going their separate ways to catch up on sleep. Not that David needed to know that.

Shrugging, David spoke amicably. "We just felt that having a honeymoon only for ourselves was a bit unfair. Why not invite everyone?"

Karl grinned. "Well, you've got my appreciation. Craig loves it here already. We make be back sooner rather than later." He glanced to the buffet. "I'm heading for the food - see you soon." With that, Karl headed over for breakfast, figuring that was a good way to start the day - making Craig look good. David's eyes followed Karl as Sean sat down beside him with a plate heaped high with food. He let himself be distracted by Sean's conversation and offers of food as Karl had breakfast.

Sitting back easily in his chair, Karl knew he was a focus of attention - but then, that was part of the job. Let people think what they would...maybe he HAD left his lover exhausted and dozing in their cabana. He chuckled at the thought. Didn't he wish.

Back in the cabana, Craig opened gritty eyes. He'd slept late after having trouble falling asleep the night before. He stretched in the huge bed, the coolness of the sheets surrounding him reminding that he was alone. That he'd been alone since he'd went to bed earlier in the morning. As he shifted, he heard a crinkle of paper obviously nearby, and he turned his chin to see a folded note on the next pillow.
Picking up the folded paper, he sat up and rubbed once more at his eyes before opening the page to see neat handwriting scribbled across it.

"Craig - woke up starving, so I'm headed to the main house for breakfast. There's coffee in the kitchen (what do we need a kitchen for, anyway?) Go ahead and sleep in, it’s well deserved. Karl"

Craig smiled as he tossed the note onto the bedside table. Karl. The other man was undeniably gorgeous, and the way he made Craig feel... Remembering the shared kisses and touches made Craig's morning erection throb - almost painfully. He slid his right hand down his chest, stopping at the last moment to try his left hand, as Karl had suggested. Pleasure arced through Craig's body, centering in his groin as he stroked firmly. His hips pushed into his fist as dark eyes flashed through his mind.

Stretching after enjoying a last glass of juice, Karl accepted the two boxes he'd asked for and signed the ticket. Heading out, he waved back at David when the redhead lifted a hand in acknowledgment. Trotting through the back and along the beach, Karl's longs legs ate up the distance and soon he was back at the cabana. Stopping on the deck, Karl kicked off his sand-filled shoes and entered through the silent sliding doors, boxes in hand. Just in case, he grabbed a fork on the way past the cutlery.

Hearing a clatter in the kitchen, Craig froze mid-stroke, eyes going wide as he pulled his hands from beneath the sheets.

Karl coasted across the living room and opened Craig's door, peeking in and seeing him awake. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty. I've brought breakfast..." he held up the two boxes.

Craig shifted a bit, pulling a pillow down to cover the obvious tent beneath the sheet. "Breakfast...thanks..."

Walking over, Karl set the boxes on the pillow and offered him the fork. "Oh, coffee, hang on..." and he loped out of the room. Moaning as the boxes weighed down on his erection, Craig began to sweat.

Karl whistled as he poured the coffee, then frowned. "Craig? Sugar or cream?" he called out.

"Cream?" Craig nearly whined, voice cracking pubescently as he adjusted himself again.

Frowning, the other man looked through the cabinets, having no luck. So he settled on a small glass of milk Craig could drink separately. He headed back to the bedroom. "Sorry, no cream. We'll have to get you some later," he said, offering the coffee and milk.

Pushing the boxes aside, Craig moved carefully to the edge of the bed and wrapped the sheet around him. "Bathroom," he excused, practically running from the room. Brow raising, Karl watched Craig climb out of bed and rush past. He glanced back at the bed and the pillow and then pressed his lips together to stifle a laugh. Then he bit his bottom lip. Shit. Nothing like making the client uncomfortable. He slipped from the bedroom, shutting the door for Craig's privacy, and headed back out to the porch, reminding himself to be professional.

Craig climbed into a cold shower, rushing through before wrapping a robe around himself and heading back out into the bedroom. Finding Karl nowhere around, he searched until he found him. "Thanks for bringing me breakfast."

Leaning on the railing, sunglasses back in place, Karl smiled tentatively. "Sorry to barge in on ya," he apologized. "Didn't...think," he shrugged.

Craig blushed and looked away, gazing out over the calm waves. "You didn't know. I was - I was just...well..." His voice trailed off as his blush deepened.

Stealing a sideways glance from behind his sunglasses, Karl didn't turn his chin, wanting to spare Craig his embarrassment. "Won't happen again. As you saw, I brought you breakfast. I'm going to take a stretch of the legs out on the beach, then I'm yours for whatever functions there are today," he said more briskly, though he really wanted to do and say something else.

Nodding, Craig turned to go back into the cabana. It'd be difficult, but he'd try not to think about the other man as anything other than a business partner. "I think there's a welcoming party this evening. I'll stay out of your way until then." Closing his eyes and quashing disappointment, Karl nodded and headed down the steps. Normally on a job like this, he'd be thrilled to have so much down time alone. But instead, he really wanted to spend time with Craig.

Returning to his room, Craig opened a box and chewed half-heartedly at the food in it. Instead, his attention was on the silhouette of the man walking the beach below his room. Why couldn't he ever relate to anyone in a normal way? Maybe that was why the dates David had set him up on hadn't worked. Maybe he should have given this last arrangement a chance. Maybe then he wouldn't be sitting in his room, feeling like a prisoner and desiring the one man he could never really have.

==

The parties and gathering leading up the wedding went well, Karl thought, and then the wedding itself was a gorgeous affair, out on the beach at sunset. He approved and had much enjoyed it, especially with Craig at his side. It was easy - way too easy - to act like the happy couple these past few days. Karl had found himself more upset each night they separated. It just didn't feel right. Sighing and throwing back the rest of his champagne, he reminded himself for the umpteenth time that he was here to work - and since this was the wedding reception, that wouldn't be much longer. He and Craig headed home on the flight tomorrow afternoon.

And then it would be over.

Having just finished speaking with David, Craig snagged another flute of champagne, downing it as he watched Karl across the dance floor. His eyes narrowed as the bubbles went straight to his brain. Karl's shirt strained over his broad shoulders as he twirled David's niece around the floor, making the young redhead giggle madly. A sentimental grin spread across Craig's lips as David stepped up beside him, following the darker man's gaze.

"You have quite the man there, Craig," David whispered, steadying Craig when he swayed dangerously.

Craig's eyes darkened as he considered David's words. "Yes, I do, Daisy." Depositing the empty flute on a passing server's tray, he grabbed a fresh flute, downing it in one go, and turned in Karl's direction. "And I plan to ravish him tonight."

David chuckled and clapped his friend's shoulder. "Go for it, Craig. More people than I should get laid this fine night." And with that, he left Craig to find his new husband.

Threading his way through the throngs of dancers, Craig approached Karl, snagging him by his belt. "Hey gorgeous." He swung into Karl's arms, claiming the next dance, ignoring the disappointed 'awws' of the surrounding females.

Karl just grinned and pulled Craig close, kissing near his ear. "Hey handsome," he replied, twining their hands to lead him in a dance to the big band music.

Craig flushed as Karl led him in the dance, wondering if the other man would lead as masterfully in bed. God - he hoped to find out tonight. Swinging close again, he nibbled at Karl's ear. "I want you," he sighed heavily.

The taller man blinked, eyes shifting to see if anyone was close enough to hear. Otherwise... Karl licked his lips, feeling his pulse pick up. "Want to go back to the room?" he asked, wondering if Craig was just wanting to escape the party.

"Yes," Craig whispered, twining his fingers into the dark strands of Karl's hair. "I want to go now - I want you to take me - make me scream..." Karl's eyes widened. Even at his most playful, Craig hadn't been that explicit. He pulled back to look at Craig's face, wondering just how seriously he should be taking him. Yeah, he'd wanted Craig since the first day here - but despite the playacting, they'd gone their separate ways each night.

Stepping back, Craig laughed, loosening the buttons to his shirt and tugging his tie aside. "I'm going back to the suite now."

"Okay," Karl answered, smiling despite himself. "Want me to come along?" he asked good-naturedly.

Rolling his eyes, Craig shrugged. "Depends. I'm aroused and needy - you're asking if you should come - maybe the guy David invited would like to come instead?" More-than-slightly tipsy Craig stumbled as he turned, ready to go toward the welcoming suite that he knew awaited them.

This time Karl's brows flew up. Craig was tipsy. Maybe even drunk. He sighed. At least he was a handsome, cute, happy drunk. Shaking his head he followed along, and he had to keep Craig from running into a palm tree twice. After apologizing to the second tree he ran into, Craig finally introduced himself to the door before opening it. Stepping into the cottage, he stripped his shirt off, forgetting that his pink and gray striped tie still hung around his neck. He managed to get his trousers, both shoes and one sock off before falling onto his arse on the sofa.

Chuckling, he glanced up at Karl. "Strip."

Karl laughed out loud. "You're drunk," he said in amusement, sticking his hands in his trouser pockets. All the more to distract himself from touching the delectable Mr. Parker sprawled on the couch.

"And you're overdressed," Craig pouted, sliding his hand into his boxers to rub at his swelling cock.

His hands curled into fists. "Maybe for swimming, yeah," Karl said, unable to pull his eyes from the gorgeous picture before him.

Craig shrugged, wishing Karl would join him. He'd desired the other man since he'd set eyes on him on the plane that first day. It seemed as if nothing would make the other man drop his ... wait a moment. "Is it the money? I can pay you more than adequately..."

Karl's head snapped back as if he'd been struck. His lips pressed together tightly. He'd honestly believed Craig was more than this. But apparently he was wrong. Alcohol lowered inhibitions and wiped away masks. "Yeah, it's the money. Sure," he said bitterly. "You've paid more than enough for whatever you want. I guess I just hadn't looked at it that way. Didn't realize..." Karl gritted his teeth. All of a sudden he hated this. He didn't want it to be like this. He'd wanted... he shook his head. "Didn't realize you wanted those services," he mustered.

Even drunk, Craig realized that Karl's demeanor had changed completely. "But you offered at the beginning of this...I thought..." He wiped at his eyes, his arousal wilting slowly.

The smile and easy manner were back - on the outside - and Karl walked over to pull Craig easily into his arms. "You just surprised me, is all," he drawled, dropping his head to kiss right below Craig's ear. His hand skimmed down Craig's chest and belly and over his boxers to cup the half-hard cock there, sliding his fingers over it. "Let me make it up to you," he murmured, sliding his tongue into Craig's ear and tracing the curl as his hand squeezed the hardening flesh below the waist. Karl willfully ignored the dread he felt inside.

"But you don't want to," Craig complained, a slight slur in his voice as he pouted pathetically. He couldn't help the way his body responded to Karl's skillful touch, though.

"Of course I want to," Karl purred, eyes closed tightly as he reached for Craig's chin and turned it so he could claim those lips with barely reined in passion. He deliberately rubbed his aroused cock against Craig's hip. "Can't you tell?" he rasped. But now the escort wished he didn’t react to him like this.

Letting his impaired state of mind urge him forward and blind him to the other man's true feelings, Craig let his hands slide beneath Karl's waistband, tugging at the shirt that covered the muscled chest he wanted to taste. "Have I already said that you're overdressed?"

Karl raised both arms so Craig could loosen his shirt. He tilted his head back, eyes opening to slant an agonized glance at the ceiling. Then it was gone, he tipped his chin down and deliberately kissed him hungrily as he unbuckled his trousers, kicking his loafers to the side. "Gonna make you feel so, so good," he murmured, a hand sliding down Craig's belly and over the boxers to squeeze at the reviving erection.

Pushing hungrily against Karl, Craig led them to a bedroom, not particularly caring which one. At the moment, all he could think about was feeling Karl against him...inside him. Trailing along, Karl watched his own hand shaking as he pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. He could barely believe he was going to do this... but who was he kidding? He'd gone over the line in his head with Craig practically as soon as they met. And now his heart ached to think Craig just wanted him as a paid ... He swallowed on that thought and slid up behind him, wrapping his arms about Craig's waist and licking and nipping at his neck.

The feeling of Karl's skin against his, chest against his back, drove Craig mad. He reached back, hands finding the back of Karl's thighs and squeezing gently. "We don't have to," he whispered, tilting his head back to nibble at Karl's ear.

"What do you want, baby?" Karl murmured against Craig's ear. "Wanna get off? I'll use my hand, my mouth, my cock or my ass. Your choice," he said, hands smoothing over the other man's belly and trailing lower.

Even tipsy, Craig couldn't agree to this on Karl's terms. Instead he remained silent, falling still against the other man. Frowning, the escort pulled back, looking over Craig's blank face. Karl didn't understand what had stopped Craig so completely so suddenly. Still... "C'mon. Let's get you in bed. You don't look like you feel too well," he said, taking the other man's arm and leading him into his own bedroom and to the bedside. "Want me to pull down the covers?" he asked.

A fit of conscience hitting him hard, Craig began to shiver, but at the moment he couldn't bear the other man's hands near him - the kind generosity that was being offered to him. It literally made him ill. "I'll be okay. I can take care of myself."

Karl immediately backed off, getting the uncomfortable vibe loud and clear. He stopped at the door. "Just - call out if you need anything," he said quietly, and he pulled the door shut behind him. He immediately leaned against the wall next to it, one hand swiping over his face. He felt equal parts disappointed and relieved.

Pushing his way to the bathroom, Craig doubled over the toilet, heaving until he lost the appetizers he'd snacked on earlier. Tears streamed down his face as he realized that any chance he possibly had to be with Karl, in the true sense, was now gone to him. Curling up in a ball on the cold tile, he continued to shiver, telling himself he didn't deserve to be comfortable after what he'd forced upon the other man.

Walking out onto the deck, Karl stopped again at the railing, just breathing. On one hand he was hurt, hurt as hell. He'd thought more of Craig than that. He would have gone through with it - if only to have one chance to connect to him. But oh, it would have torn his heart all to hell. He covered his face again, unable to avoid the very real fact that he'd fallen for Craig, and hard. Shoulders shaking, he shrugged off his jacket, yanked off his tie and kicked off his shoes. He pulled off his socks and walked out into the sand, heading for the beach. He needed to walk for awhile.

==

When Craig ventured out into the main part of the cabana the next morning, Karl was nowhere to be found. He stared at his reflection in the metallic finish of the toaster, rubbing at his red-ringed eyes. He couldn't tolerate much more than a piece of dry toast and a swallow or two of water. It was fitting, anyway. He was no better than a criminal. Bring on the bread and water. Conscience still bothering him, he wandered out toward the main lodge, hoping he'd find Daisy. He needed to confess.

David was standing near the desk as some friends checked out. He caught a glance of Craig hovering in the doorway, and his brows lifted as he took in how bad the other man looked. Shaking hands and making his goodbyes, he hurried over. "Craig, what the hell happened? You look like death warmed over." He took Craig's elbow and steered him back out onto the open porch away from prying eyes.

Craig couldn't even meet his best friend's gaze. "I feel like death warmed over. I don't deserve to feel good at all..." He lamented, scuffing at the decking with his worn shoes.

Frowning, David pulled Craig over to a bench. "Tell me," he said in a voice that brooked no argument. "Did Karl try something..."

Allowing himself to be pulled to a seat, Craig shook his head vehemently. "NO - he didn't try anything... I - I fucked up... I tried - I ..." His voice cracked as he buried his face in his hands.

David couldn't remember ever seeing Craig this upset. "You tried what, buddy?" he asked, keeping his voice low and soothing as he slid his arms around his longtime friend's shoulders.

"I tried to take it too far. He didn't want ... I can't see him again... I have to go..." Raising frantic eyes, Craig stood quickly. "I can't see him again..."

Surprised, David grabbed Craig's arm and pulled him back down to the bench. "Craig, you have GOT to calm down. Sit, take a break, Jesus, you're freaking out!" He held onto his friend tightly. "Now, tell me. In short sentences as I ask each question. Understand?"

Nodding, Craig shook where he sat, dreading David's first question.

"What did you try to take too far?"

Craig looked up at David with anguished eyes. "I tried to get him to sleep with me..."

David blinked, confused, but went on. "Why didn't he want to?"

"I was drunk. I tried to make him want me... He - it was... It's not the same for him that it is for me," Craig settled on, deciding that was enough explanation.

Eyes narrowing, David took Craig's chin and made him look at him. "Craig, I thought you were a couple. What do you mean, it's not the same? Haven't you two slept together? It certainly LOOKED like it. You both certainly ACTED like it."

Meeting David's icy blue eyes, Craig knew the gig was up. "I paid him to come here with me. To act like he was my boyfriend..."

David's lips pressed together for a moment, but he pushed away the first comments to spring to mind. "And sex wasn't included in the deal?" he asked bluntly.

"Not unless - only if I reimbursed him..." Craig admitted shamefully.

Brows flying up, David bit his lip on his first comment - that Craig had rented a whore - thinking that wasn't going to help matters. "And he refused? Because you hadn't paid?"

Craig's eyes lowered once more, studying the pavement at their feet carefully. "We - we were going to do it...but I couldn't do it with him...not when I knew it was nothing but business to him."

David blinked, looking uncertain as he thought back to everything he'd seen from Karl. The genuine affection. The teasing. The smiles even when Craig wasn't looking. And all of a sudden, he wasn't sure about the whole whore thing anymore. Not at all. "Do you remember what he said? Exactly? How he looked? You said you had to try to GET him to have sex with you?"

Craig thought back over the conversation, unable to remember anything specific, but he was pretty sure Karl had been rather offended. "He didn't want to have sex with me. I asked him if money was an issue. I - God - I told him I’d pay him to sleep with me!" He buried his face in his hands.

Rolling his eyes, David patted Craig's shoulders. "So you didn't force him, and he wasn't trying to get into your pants, and he didn't want you to pay him for sex." He sighed. "Sounds like love to me," he muttered.

Craig scoffed. "There's no love involved," he lied, keeping his own feelings on the matter silent. "Tomorrow we'll both be back to our own lives, and you'll still be fixing me up on horrible blind dates."

David just turned Craig's chin to make him look at him, and he didn't have to say anything. Tears pooled along Craig's lashes, spilling over to trace down his stubbled cheek. "Oh, honey," David crooned, pulling Craig into a hug. "How did you get into this mess? No, never mind. You were trying to keep me off your back. I'm so sorry." He squeezed his arms around his longtime friend. "Isn't there anything you can do to make it right? Apologize? Explain why? Tell him how you really feel?"

Shaking his head as he buries his face in David's neck, Craig's voice is hoarse when he answers. "It's the way he lives. I can't ask him to change his life for me."

"Why not?" David retorted. "You deserve to be happy, Craig. And who's to say he wouldn't be happy with you?" He leaned to kiss the other man's temple and sighed. "C'mon. Pull yourself together. Let's walk the beach back to your bungalow. You need to get packed and ready to go."

Craig followed David along the beach, but he was sure the redhead was wrong. A tiger couldn't change his stripes. And why would Karl even want to change? Chances were that he had someone at home already, who was satisfied with the kind of life Karl lived.

==

Karl was tossing everything on the bed near his open suitcase and carryall. They would be leaving for the airport in a hour, and he was ready to go. To go home and lick his wounds and try to recover from his encounter with this man who had slipped under all his walls to make himself known. To make Karl feel something for him, despite his vaunted professionalism.

Stepping through the door, Craig noticed that the cabana was mostly silent. David stood beside him, and for once, Craig hoped the other man would keep his mouth shut about what they'd talked about. He practically dragged Dave until they were in his bedroom, beyond the closed door of Karl's room and the message it sent. Straightening when he heard the door slide open and closed, Karl strained to hear anything, but the thick rugs dampened any noise. He wondered how Craig was feeling this morning. He really wanted to go ask...but it felt awkward. Very awkward.

Arriving in his room, Craig sagged onto the bed. "See?" He husked, "He's closed himself off from me. He wants nothing more to do with me." Rising, he paced the room for a moment before pulling his travel bag from beneath the bed and packing it messily.

David raised a brow, a little surprised at how agitated Craig was. "Did you even go knock on the door to see if he's there?" he asked.

Zipping his bag, Craig shook his head. "His door has been open for most of the time we've been here. I know that he's sending me a message. I don't plan on subjecting myself to even more humiliation by seeking him out. If I could, I'd even change my flight..."

Leaning against the wall and folding his arms, David sighed. "Don't you think you're overreacting a little?"

Stopping, Craig let his hands fall against his side. "What am I supposed to do, Daisy? March into his room and declare my love for him? Let him laugh me out of the cabana? I don't think so!"

"Like I said," David said soothingly. "Maybe just apologize for being a bastard last night. Make a peace offering. You may be surprised, he might feel as awkward about it as you do. What if he thinks he led you on? What if he's upset you changed your mind? What if he didn't want the money?"

"I was only fulfilling the parameters of our agreement," Craig argued. "I don't...I don't know what to do..."

David stopped talking. Craig had himself worked into a tizzy and wasn't letting it go. "All right. I'm going to get the car that will take you to the airport." He walked over and pulled Craig close for a hug. "Call me when you get home, okay?"

Craig nodded, but his mind whirled with thoughts of taking off to have some time to himself. Of going somewhere where nobody knew him. Someplace in which he could drink and forget. "I'll try to remember. But I don't want to disturb your honeymoon, I've already caused enough trouble." Patting David on the back, he sent him off.

The last thing left to do was pack his toiletry bag. He managed to find everything except his electric razor. Remembering that he'd left it plugged in at an extra outlet in the lounge area, he gritted his teeth as he imagined running into Karl. Having left his room to check for anything left scattered about, Karl found the razor - and Craig’s as well - and headed over to Craig's door, knocking lightly.

Figuring that David had returned to urge him to tell Karl how he felt again, Craig pulled the door open, murmuring, "I'm not telling him that I love him....OH - Karl..." He blushed wildly as he began to back into the bedroom.

At that moment, any last bit of hope inside Karl just crashed. Craig was in love with someone? Why hadn't he brought him on this trip? Then Karl wouldn't have had to suffer through all this angst over falling in love. "Here," he held out the razor, face schooled as well as he could keep it. "I didn't think you'd want to forget it." He forced himself to add a small smile.

Craig didn't reach for the razor, still stunned at what he'd admitted in front of Karl. "Thanks," he murmured.

Karl was surprised at how hurt he felt. "Who is he?" he asked, face lining in barely repressed upset. "Why didn't you bring him here instead?"

Confused, Craig met Karl's gaze. "Who is who? I don't know what you're asking me... I brought the person I meant to bring..."

"The 'him' you're in love with."

"I wasn't in love with anyone when I invited you to come," Craig argued half-heartedly, not seeing the point in letting Karl know that he'd fallen in love with him.

Karl thought his heart might break right then and there. Craig had met someone while here and fallen in love? Even with how much time they'd spent together? He recognized how far and how hard he'd fallen. He slowly walked backward. "I've got more packing to do," he murmured before fleeing the room.

Craig turned, unable to watch the other man leave. "I'm thinking of switching flights," he murmured, not sure if his voice was loud enough or strong enough to carry.

==

Sitting on his deck with his feet up, Karl glanced up from his book when his mobile rang. He frowned. He hadn't had a call in weeks, not since he'd called the few people who gave him referrals and told them he was out of the business. He'd lost any desire for it. He checked the number, thinking it might be a past business client - but he didn’t recognize the number. He answered with the punch of a button. “Hello,” he said quietly, calmly.

"You put the money back into my luggage," Craig spoke in lieu of a greeting. "Why?"

Karl stilled, the voice flooding him with memories and not a little heartache. Why was Craig calling now? "I felt you were unhappy with the service. It wasn't appropriate for me to keep the fee," he said woodenly.

A piece of Craig's heart, not so insignificant of a piece, in fact, died at the reasoning and tone Karl used with him. "You still wasted your time by taking the trip with me. You deserve the pay."

Closing his eyes, Karl decided he couldn't say anything but the truth. What did it matter? "The time wasn't wasted," he murmured, voice a lot softer.

"Oh - did you find something you liked while you were there?" Craig wracked his brain for ideas on who Karl could have found on the island. "I'm sure that David could put you in touch with him or her, if you wished."

Karl wondered why Craig was dragging this out. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did," he answered. "And I don't need David to find him."

"I'm going to send you a bank check," Craig replied, voice hoarse with the knowledge that Karl had found love. "Use it to treat him to a lovely night."

"Please, Craig, don't." Karl rasped, no matter how much he tried to control the sound. He didn't want Craig's money. Even after the heartbreak and the time passed, he just wanted Craig. That's why he'd quit the business. He couldn't stand being so close to anyone else. Not anymore.

"I just...It's not fair..." Craig started before sighing and adding, "I just want you to be happy."

Karl finally lost his temper. "Craig, I'm not going to be happy without you, and you're taken. So just drop it." He pulled the phone away from his ear and cut off the call. Angry, he tossed the phone onto the table and left the deck, striding out onto the beach to swim out his frustration in the tossing ocean.

*beep* Karl - call me back...

*beep* Please Karl, I really want to talk to you...

*beep* Did you really say you - I had to have heard you wrong...

*beep* I'm freaking out here, Karl...I thought you implied...

Craig slammed down his mobile in frustration. Karl hadn't answered the calls he'd left over the past hour. Deciding to try once more before giving up, Craig picked the slim phone up and hit send twice, flinching as he raised the phone to his ear, expecting to hear the dreaded *beep* once more.

"Hello." Karl's voice was tired and resigned.

"It's you," Craig answered in lieu of a greeting. "You were the one that I fell in love with somewhere along the way."

Karl stared out at the waves, stunned. He didn't understand how that was possible. "Craig... do NOT tell me this if you're not dead serious." His voice shook as badly as he did.

"It," Craig stuttered, finally regaining his ability to speak, "it nearly killed me when you rejected me that night. I - I had no idea why you did it, or if you did it out of a sense of decency or what, but I appreciate that you did it. I had wanted you since the first day I met you, but I realized I loved you that night..."

Sitting down hard in the chair, Karl struggled to keep his breath. "I wanted you. I really did, Craig. But you were drunk, and then when you offered to pay -" his words cut off before he could embarrass himself any further.

" Dogwood Plaza. Fourth floor suite. Come to me," Craig pleaded, waiting for Karl's response.

Karl battled within himself, wanting so much for it to be true, but scared, so scared. He knew he had to go - or he'd regret it, possibly for the rest of his life. "All right." He clicked the phone off and hurried into the house to get changed and into the city.

==

In the confines of his condo, Craig paced back and forth, waiting for Karl to arrive and hoping that the other man wouldn't regret coming. Finally settling on watching the street far below his balcony, he anxiously awaited the other man, finger resting on the buzzer each time he thought he spotted the darker man. Finally, a grating buzz filled the air around him and he pressed the button opening the front lobby door. "It's open - come on up..."

Pausing on the step, Karl fought himself. he yearned to see Craig again, just as he dreaded it. What Craig had said...did he mean it? Was this truly going to happen? After dithering a couple minutes, he walked through the door and starting jogging up the stairs. Craig was waiting just outside his door as Karl finally came into view. A nervous smile played around his lips as he leaned back against the door frame. "I'm glad you came."

Karl stood there, looking at Craig, trying to decide between smiling and withdrawing. "Okay," he murmured, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I...I don't know what I think about what you said," he admitted.

The words Karl spoke - anything other than a return admission of love at this point, hurt Craig. Still, he didn't let it show. "Come in for a drink?"

Hesitating, Karl crossed the threshold slowly, not able to take his eyes off of Craig. "I missed you," he blurted.

Turning from where he poured bourbon, Craig smiled at the words. "I would have figured you'd be glad to be rid of the drunken flirt."

"The drunken part, yeah. Would have liked to see more of the flirt," Karl admitted, face lightening a little.

"Maybe the flirt needed the drunken part to make him feel brave enough," Craig murmured, handing Karl a snifter of bourbon.

"He didn't need to be brave," Karl said quietly as he accepted the glass. "He just needed to be honest."

"He wasn't sure he'd be welcomed," Craig whispered, as honest as he could be, standing bare in front of Karl.

Karl set the glass on the table. "Craig, I don't want to talk around this anymore. I want to know - are we going to work this out or not?"

Craig bit his lip before answering, "I want to. But I don't want to force you into something that won't make you happy."

Tilting his head, Karl reached out and pulled Craig close. "I want you. That will make me happy. The longer you stay, the happier I'll be. I fell in love with you, and I have no idea what to do about it other than this." And he kissed him.

And this time, the kiss was real. It wasn't forced by situation or circumstances or anything else. It was consensual, desired...perfect, even.

*****

THE END

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