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When Bruce took the plane tickets and put them on the table, in front of a stoic Edward, consuming candy popcorn and complaining about his job, he didn't expect that only three days later he would actually have to listen to more complaints than he was hearing at that moment.
Bruce was an unsocial, withdrawn person, even after formalizing his relationship with Edward and going from spending 80% of his time alone to 20% definitely leaving Gotham straight to the Caribbean had been a rather impulsive and radical decision.
Alfred had suggested that they should both take a vacation and stop sunning themselves in Bruce's video game room or bedroom. Even going out to the park would be nice.
But Edward didn't know the ocean.
He hadn't said it with the longing to know a beach, after all Gotham was surrounded by water. But he had said it as if he didn't really know the feeling of a day at the beach.
Bruce had gone when he was six years old. After that, he'd hardly found the time or the desire to get out and travel.
"It's not really that I want to go to the beach," Edward muttered as he held the tickets "but we can't let this go to waste."
Edward, for his part, knew that Bruce was very smart. Just like him, after all he could solve all the riddles he put in front of him and also keep up with him in video games, even complicated ones. Bruce had brain. But neither Bruce nor he had emotional intelligence or outdoor experience.
At some point Edward had really wished Alfred would go along with them.
Alfred could use a vacation.
But a vacation from them... that's why he wasn't here.
At the airport, it had been chaos. Edward didn't know how to travel by plane, had never checked a bag, and really didn't even know what was so damn cold about the fucking air conditioning. In fits and starts, Bruce could barely make it. He had checked in with difficulty, found the gate by asking three times and dragging an Edward with sunglasses, bermuda shorts and three pairs of jackets on.
"I told you to wear pants, it's better to travel comfortable."
"We will go to the beach, I thought I should look cool."
They would go to the beach, but they only needed 7 hours on the plane to make it. Edward's little blond hairy legs were suffering. At least he had had the decency to wear sneakers and not sandals, just like an average white foreigner on a plane straight to Mexico.
Bruce didn't have the heart to criticize him, he was actually touched by him. Edward was adorable, he had never traveled and Bruce liked to give him all the experiences his money could buy him. Even when he had decided to buy the pool inflatables before arriving in the Caribbean, although that would make the suitcase much heavier than it needed to be.
But hey, Bruce could pack all the bags he wanted. He had the money for it.
And the strength, thank God he was Batman and could pull two rolling suitcases, carry one on his shoulder and watch Edward eat some cookies while holding his traveling backpack. A hideous one, but he had insisted on carrying it.
"Are you sure you plan to leave Gotham unprotected for a week?" Edward asked before arriving at the airport.
"I'm taking a vacation with you, if anything gets out of hand Alfred will call me and I'll have to come back. But you can stay at the resort. It's all paid and you have your card..."
"Like if I was able to stay at that rich place without a rich guy by my side, I'd get kicked out."
Bruce wanted to say: if they kicked you out then I'd take it upon myself to close the hotel, but the level of luxury at that establishment had certainly exceeded his expectations. Alfred had booked it for them, with the special ability to have a lot of privacy and go unnoticed even half a continent away. They had not yet set foot inside the place, but they had just traveled from a plane....
Bruce was under the impression that Edward would be surprised to get on such a large plane and if he was, Edward didn't show it in his expression. Besides, he excused himself by saying that he had traveled by plane before several times, that is twice, to nearby destinations and for company congresses. Bruce doubted the veracity of the story, but he never liked to force Edward to talk until he blurted out the truth. Besides, the other was like a porcupine, if you annoyed him too much you would only get attacks back. So, he let it be.
At least he knew it was definitely his first international trip and that fascinated him. Bruce was obsessed by subtracting and preserving all of Edward's first times on something. A slight obsession. If he was wearing his contact lenses with camera included he would have recorded every second of the trip and then rememorized Edward's face at every instant to drink in his every reaction. That's how obsessive he felt.
Edward could be very secretive and Bruce was not the most affectionately responsible person in the world, but they both made magnificent efforts.
The deep love they had for each other drove them to do so.
But back to getting off the plane... Bruce had to make other great efforts to find the bags, check in and look for the exit, while Edward whined uncontrollably with low sobs about the recent heat and the wave of humidity that had hit them just as they got off.
"Soon we'll be in the van and there will be air conditioning." He said it by way of consolation, but whether for himself or Edward, he didn't know.
Bruce wasn't loving the feeling of dampness in his lungs either, preventing him from breathing. Carrying suitcases and holding Edward's hand, he was oscillating between amazed and giddy. He was going through the airport as fast as he could.
Edward was very smart, he quickly deciphered the operation and area where they had to go, something Bruce had not been able to do because of his constant worry about the suitcases.
When they arrived at the van they were glared at by 20 tourists who were waiting for them with their arms crossed and of course they didn't know why the driver had been so insistent on waiting for them when evidently everyone else had already arrived. They were greeted with mimosas and the sad news, all the seats were taken, they would have to travel separately.
Bruce thought about refusing, but Edward was already settling into the only empty seat up to the front of the van. For his part he shared a seat with a sleepy old woman.
The trip was short, 20 minutes maybe less.
Edward scolded him:
"If you hadn't been complaining about something as insignificant as riding in seats together you could have picked a better spot."
But I want to be next to you... he thought.
Edward wasn't willing to admit it, but he had pulled his bathing suit under his clothes, at this point he was sweaty, itchy, irritated and the last thing he needed was an old lady drooling on his shoulder.
Even the mimosa hadn't tasted good.
But when they were greeted by a court of employees getting out of the van and two trays of snacks with soft drinks he had to stifle a smile. Also the astonished look on the faces of all the tourists accompanying them, after all it was clearly noticeable that they had special treatment higher than the others.
"Not Bruce Wayne using his money and influence to get special treatment, you corrupt..."
"It's a five star luxury hotel, I thought we'd all be on the same terms."
He was lying through his teeth. Bruce rarely liked to spend money, but when it came to Edward having all of Wayne Enterprises could be a great weapon in his favor. Edward wasn't thrilled with spending money like an idiot, but the hotel was a masterpiece and if that wasn't enough:
"Oh My, presidential suite really?"
Wary looks from the other tourists were beginning to be evident, murmurs over his shoulder and soon Edward was stirring uncomfortably.
"We can change the room..."
Edward looked into Bruce's worried eyes, he knew he was taking his mood very seriously. But he really had no reason to put him through a sea of insecurities just arriving, he let out a sigh and latched onto that strong white hand:
"Let them talk. My boyfriend is a tycoon and this is my first vacation ever."
Two minutes later Edward and Bruce were lost in a sea of hot, fiery kisses that Edward had started after admiring the wonderful views of the room. The salty wind blowing in his face, the blue, almost transparent sea and the beautiful bed with immaculate white blankets that Edward had thrown Bruce into by pulling him by the neck and riding him as if he were just another pillow as he pulled his shirt off over it and let the other see how excited he was.
Bruce had grabbed Edward's hips and pressed his digits into the soft skin of his waist:
"I love your waist."
Edward grabbed his jaw hard, using only one hand.
"pfft, what waist?"
And then kissed him on the mouth, biting his lip hard. Their bodies were together in the pelvic area and Edward was rubbing eagerly against that aroused and hot part. Bruce could feel it and the natural heat of the beach with the burning of their bodies soon became unbearable, the clothes were an excess and Edward's excitement was melting him.
Bruce knew Edward had an intense libido, as they rolled around on the bed kissing until they fell on the floor, sacrificing Bruce's shoulder, the black-haired man noticed the other was in a trance of desire and hormones, he had even uninhibitedly displayed his body in front of him. In the daylight, in the warmth of the beach, something he normally wouldn't do, perhaps out of embarrassment, although Bruce loved his whole essence.
"Look at you" he had whispered in his ear "give me your thighs, I want you to press them..."
"shhh, how can I give you my thighs when I can give you something much tighter."
But Bruce had his hands digging into his thighs, he had pressed the white skin there and yet Edward was pressing it into him. They were deeply engrossed, lying on the floor, kissing and touching as much as their hands and mouths would allow, the sweat from their hair soaked their temples, coupled with the breath from their mouths as they moaned and melted: the, originally cool room, became a furnace of moans and desire.
At first, Edward had ridden him.
He had some skill.
According to Edward, he was heavy, Bruce loved his proportions and could carry that and more, but he still had a great knack for pressing himself up and down until he had Bruce pulling his neck back and holding his ass tightly, begging to thrust in some more. Either way, Edward always stopped before the orgasm hit them.
A mildly evil grin appeared on his face with the victory of the restrained orgasm, but it only evoked a whirlwind of brutal desire that caused Bruce to lift Edward onto the bed on all fours and continue without pause as he slowly sank into his body.
A great many hours later, Bruce had lost.
Edward had been the winner.
He was still rocking against his leg as if in heat as Bruce gasped and begged for a pause.
Both of their hair was unrecognizable.
And it was dark outside.
They had officially spent the first day of vacation engrossed in the room:
"I think...I think we need to order room service."
Edward kissed the line of her abs, it was like a post-coital worm writhing with love on the tip of his tongue.
"I don't think we even warned Alfred of our arrival."
They ate hamburgers for dinner and watched TV while listening to the ocean in the background.
If taking Edward on vacation represented unconscionable honeymoon-like lovemaking, Bruce had no problem blowing his fortune solely on weekend trips.
The other day, the second of the seven he had decided to travel, had been a grave mistake. From start to finish, nothing had gone right. First, they had been late for the buffet breakfast: they had overslept, by the time they came, down the sun was at its peak and when they decided to take a brunch in the sunlight by the pool the irritability in both their skin began to set in.
"We're too white to be out here without sunscreen".
With lunch half finished they went up to the room to finish getting ready, slather on sunscreen and put on their bathing suits. A few minutes in the sun hadn't been warning enough, they had decided to spend a day at the hotel beach.
There were lounge chairs, fortunately.
The sand was white, light, almost heavenly. The sea was beautiful and not rough at all.
But their feet were baking just from touching the heat of the ground.
"I don't know if we can make it" Edward had a hat, glasses and placed the towel over his head as he ran into the shade of the awning.
Bruce's eyes were watering.
"I can't see..." he complained sadly, but almost under his breath.
The two already on the beach beds observed the place. Under the shade it was hot, but bearable, getting out of it was quite difficult. Edward's shoulders were beginning to look reddish.
"I want to go into the sea" said Bruce, bravely.
He was Batman, but the Cancun sun along with the light literally looked like a formidable foe.
Edward had watched him carefully from the safety of the tent, covered with hat, glasses and a towel on his back, Bruce had staggered on tiptoe suffering from the burn on his soles, but when he reached the salty sea water, his face turned full of indescribable excitement.
"Edward! It's warm, but it's cool and the sand is..."
Edward rolled his eyes, leagues away he could tell. Bruce wanted him there on the beach with him. He had planned to submerge his skin in the liquid since Bruce had put the tickets in front of him and even though he was afraid of the sun, he managed to dive into the sea. The water was so calm and clear that the few fish waded along the shore between his legs. Edward had never seen anything like it. Something so beautiful...
As the water touched his belly and Bruce grabbed his hands to help him in. Edward stared at the horizon, the sun, the water and the heat ceased to matter completely. Only the smile of experiencing something new with someone he loved deeply.
And he let that smile show.
It had been completely worth it...
Except eight hours later when the two had taken on a deep red color over most of their bodies. A wince of pain and an indescribable burning sensation, Edward on the verge of tears and Bruce bearing the pain with quiet dignity; at the hotel's formal dinner. Barely wearing clothes while everyone else was in formal attire.
It is equally possible that they were the wealthiest in the room, who cares if they attended in shorts and flip-flops. It would be impossible to wear jeans.
The music was a mix between tropical, hot and reggaeton, from a romantic point of view, Bruce should have had a ring at this point, but he didn't.
"I don't want to talk about work" Edward complained "I see it in your face, you want me to work at the company. I don't want to quit my job."
"You'd be better off working at Wayne Enterprises."
Edward shook his head as he walked like a duck with a mimosa in his hands.
"I could take like 40 of these things."
Bruce had no problem dealing with the extra 20 pounds it would represent, but it would certainly make Edward want to adopt less healthy habits, something Alfred had been trying to fix with little success. The two of them were a basket case when it came to good habits.
"We should get drunk."
Edward had whispered this as he dipped his feet into the private pool in his room, it was small and on the roof, the night was dark, the sea sounded in the distance, they both had red, irritated skin, but other than that everything felt pleasant.
"I don't know..."
Bruce said this, not because he didn't want to, he was just more clumsy slow and goofy when he was drunk, he was worried about having Edward in the pool and finding himself unable to react to an emergency.
But Edward looked at him with those cute, forest-green eyes and a self-satisfied grimace.
"We can do whatever you want."
And that was all they needed to dive into the water, bathing suit and a bunch of tequila margaritas.
Clearly neither of them was an expert with alcohol not to say that their resistance to such a drink was low to almost nil, but it helped them relax and immerse themselves in a pleasant sensation and forget a bit how sorry their skin was at the moment.
Finally, Edward threw up.
The next day Bruce had a hangover.
The next day, Edward couldn't even look at the sun without feeling pain.
And finally the trip to swim with dolphins was cancelled: no refund.
When Alfred met the duo at the airport they still looked like two hippie tourists who had lost their luggage and slept with sunglasses on the beach.
"Maybe we'd better go to Aspen."