"Now that's an image I could enjoy," Felix commented, a light smile on his face. Since taking off from the California desert he seemed more relaxed, less pensive.
Francois laughed and smiled, his eyes haunted by something. I patted his cheek and went over to the bags. "All right Felix, if you went and obviously preplanned this so well, you had to have remembered at least some of my underwear too, right? Or am I wearing that same grungy thing as yesterday until we can get me some more?"
Felix got out of his chair and took things out of his bag until he pulled out the clothes he'd hidden for me in the bottom, one of the pairs of jeans, two t-shirts, socks, and undergarments. "Here you are. Are you hungry? Francois says he found a nice little street stall that offers early lunch."
"What time is it anyway?" I asked. "That hasn't even crossed my mind since waking up."
"Good, you’re on vacation," Francois said. "But it’s nearly eleven."
I changed quickly and we left, finding the street stall that Francois had discovered, enjoying seafood tacos that were fresher than anything I'd ever had before, wrapped in the most delicious corn tortillas. "Okay, I'm going to have to learn how to make this," I commented as I tucked the last one away. "You boys think you can handle that?"
"If you’re willing to learn, we can try," Felix replied. "Where to now?"
"The beach," I said. "This town looks pretty quiet, and I could enjoy running my toes through the waves. Does Albania have beaches?"
"Some of the best in the world," Francois replied immediately. "Vlore has a stretch along the Ionian Sea that is often called the Albanian Riveria. Jale, Dhermi . . . so many beautiful places you could do much more than run your toes through the waves."
"That sounds great,” I said as we headed back toward the hotel. It was near a beach and had direct access to the sand. The beach was narrow, with much of the coastline being rocky, but we found a nice little cove that had some sand. Felix, who was dressed in just a light pair of khaki shorts and a cut-down shirt along with sunglasses, walked beside me. His arms were more muscular than I'd even imagined, and even with the fading from being inside under heavy layers for so long, he still had a natural light tan that probably came from his Romani blood.
Setting down the small tote bag that he'd been carrying that contained a few bottles of water, he looked out at the ocean of the cove and grinned. "Excuse me, you two, but I need some exercise," he said, stripping off the cheap running shoes that he'd taken out of his bag when we all got dressed while leaving his shirt on.
He ran down, splashing through the water until he could dive out, stroking through the cobalt water until he was a good distance out before turning parallel to the shore and swimming. I watched for a bit, grinning at the show, until I noticed that Francois was sitting next to the bag, his elbows on his knees and his head hanging.
I couldn't stand it, and had to see what was going on. I sat down next to him, making sure the long skirt was draped in such a way as to not get sand on my butt. "Talk to me Francois," I said, patting his knee. "You've been in a funk all day. What's wrong? Are you still angry with Felix?"
He shook his head, then looked at me. "I'm angry with myself. And I'm worried."
"About what? You turned the swords over, the wire transfer went through, right?"
He nodded and looked out at the ocean. "That’s not what I’m worried about. I've been worried about you. I acted like a total ass last night, and shouldn’t have reacted the way I did when I saw what Felix was trying to do. I've been worried that . . .” he said, his voice trailing off into silence.
"That what?" I asked, taking his hand. "That I'd be angry with you?"
"That is part of it," he said, then looked over. "And that you'd not think well of me any longer."
I leaned over, resting my head on his shoulder. "Why? Because I kissed your brother?"
"A little. But also because I see what is in your eyes, and I know you want him. It’s a bit disheartening, that’s all. It isn’t something I’m used to. Usually it is the opposite when it comes to women.”
I chuckled lightly and ran my hand along his thigh, cupping his cock until it swelled beneath my fingers. "Yes, I want Felix. Call me greedy if you want, but I want you too. Can you handle sharing me with Felix?”
"I must be insane, but yes I can," Francois said, his voice thick with desire. He groaned when I lightly squeezed his cock through his shorts, his breath coming ragged. “Be careful, though, Jordan. Being inside you has been on my mind for days, and I’m on a hair trigger."
"So am I," I said softly. Still, I let go of his cock and leaned back on my elbows, my body humming with desire from the touch. "I have something special I want to do later tonight, though. Think you can keep yourself under control enough until then?"
"Only if I go join Felix in the ocean. I think the water might just let me shrink some, but only temporarily," he said, smiling devilishly.