Chapter 4 / The Rookie

Chapter 4

The hotel vibrated with the energy of vacations, a mix of laughter, distant music, and the scent of sunscreen floating in the air. Adrián and I were at the peak of our happiness, enjoying every moment together. The nights with Carlos and Paul had unleashed a fire that united us even more, as if exploring our fantasies had strengthened our connection. Sitting on the restaurant's terrace, Adrián in front of me, his smile was a magnet. He wore a sleeveless shirt that highlighted his defined pectorals, and I couldn't help but look at him, proud of him, of us. "What plans for today, love?" I asked, brushing his hand. He leaned in, kissing me softly. "Whatever you want, as long as we're together," he replied, his voice warm like a hug.

Adrián kept a secret he hadn't shared yet: his encounter with Leo in the sauna, a whirlwind of muscles and lustful comments that still burned in his mind. It wasn't guilt, but a contained morbid curiosity, something he planned to tell me when the moment was perfect. He knew our dynamic allowed me to enjoy his adventures, but having done it secretly gave it a special flavor that kept him expectant. I, on the other hand, suspected nothing. When Adrián went to the gym, I imagined weights and sweat, not a sculpted body taking him to ecstasy. For me, everything was ideal, our connection stronger than ever.

That afternoon, while strolling through the hotel's gardens, we met a family that stood out for their peculiar dynamic. They were middle-aged parents, somewhat rigid, accompanied by a young man, about 24 years old, who seemed out of place among them. He had pale, almost white skin, and a compact body, molded by CrossFit: defined shoulders, strong arms, and muscular legs that were noticeable under his tight shorts. His brown hair was disheveled, and his blue eyes had a mix of shyness and curiosity. The parents, with a mix of pride and overprotection, introduced him as Matías. "He's our son," the mother said, squeezing his shoulder. "He's traveling with us, but we want him to socialize more, to live a little."

Matías smiled, somewhat uncomfortable, and Adrián, always the most sociable, extended his hand. "We're Raúl and Adrián," he said, with that warmth that disarms anyone. "If you want, you can join us tonight. There's a party in the penthouse, good music, drinks, relaxed atmosphere." Matías's eyes lit up, and the parents, eager to push him to "experience," accepted immediately. "That sounds perfect!" the father said, giving Matías a pat on the back. "Go with them, have fun." Matías nodded, still shy, but clearly intrigued by us.

The party in the penthouse was a whirlwind of lights, laughter, and glasses that never emptied. Adrián and I arrived with Matías, who initially kept to himself, holding his drink like a shield. To make him feel more comfortable, we made sure to include him in everything. Adrián joked, passing him drinks, while I gave him pats on ...