Hard To Believe

The other place was a seaside villa. The house was large, with a huge balcony, surrounding almost the entire exterior. Retractable glass doors let in the sea breeze. The decoration was in tones of white and lightwood, with curtains made of flowing white fabric, and some cushions in tones that ranged from blue to green, imitating the sea that the view brought inside.

The suite was white with a feature wall featuring beautiful wallpaper in soft tones of gold and blue. The bed, also king size, faced the balcony, with a wonderful view of the sea. The suite's bathroom, in white and gray marble, had a huge bathtub with hydromassage jets.

The kitchen in white and navy blue on the lower cabinets had brand new appliances and a breakfast counter in a different granite with lines in shades of blue cutting through the white. The coffee corner had colorful cups. At the right, there was a bar with a variety of alcohol that made Eliot very excited. Glasses of different models and a small wine cellar very well stocked, with lighter wines to match the heat of the sun.

The outdoor area had a shower, barbecue and bench with a beer tap. The plants brought the beauty of flowers of different colors but that combined. Beautiful white lounge chairs and huge umbrellas that provided great shade whenever needed. The infinity pool had white rocks around it and the water temperature was perfect all the time. It was a great option in lazier moments.

A small but completely private beach where the sun bathed the naked bodies of the newlyweds. Eliot took great pleasure in rubbing the sunscreen onto Quentin's body, without even thinking about using a spell to do so.

They did more activities in that house. They found surfboards, and even though they are not the sporty type of guys, Quentin challenged Eliot to do something they had never done before. They walked for about 10 minutes, until they arrived at a larger beach with bigger waves as reefs do not protect it. They fell off the planks so many times that Eliot decided to intervene. Using his telekinesis discreetly, he made them both stand on the boards and manage to do well at least once. They arrived on the sand exhausted but laughing. They threw themselves on top of the bath towels they had brought, relaxing for a few minutes before returning to their privacy. It was exhausting and they promised they wouldn't do it again. Never.

They also found a small 4x4 vehicle for just two people, that they used to go to some cliffs where the breathtaking view served as a backdrop for yet another passionate demonstration of their love. It felt like they were in paradise, that the world was theirs alone.

One of the favorite activities was just standing on the beach. Their bodies glistening with the water droplets and the sunlight, made their entire sexual energy rise. Q couldn't get tired of admiring his husband, getting lost in silly thoughts, like a teenager.

"There is nothing more beautiful in the world."

Eliot turned to him and lifted his sunglasses, brow arched and smirk. "I hope you're talking about me Coldwater."

"Fuck. I didn't realize I had spoken out loud." Eliot's laugh made him look straight into his beautiful eyes. "You know you're beautiful!" He said with a challenging tone.

Eliot then closed the space between them to kiss him. “You’re also beautiful, even when you're being a brat. I'm a man of good taste." One more kiss. "You know, seeing you like that, exposed, your muscles..." One more kiss. "You are too delicious for your own good.

After that answer, Quentin was pouncing on him in a breathtaking kiss, causing Eliot to lie down on the huge towel they brought, and pull his beloved's body on top of his. They were so engrossed in pleasuring each other that they didn't notice the tide changing. They were interrupted by a wave that took them by surprise. Despite swearing with fright, they burst into laughter. Q took Eliot by the hand and pulled him together to remove all the sand that the wave brought at the outdoor shower, before throwing him on the bed.

One starry night, Quentin and Eliot decided to have a bonfire on the beach, enjoying the cool breeze. They brought sausages, corn and sweet potatoes to roast and marshmallows and cookies for dessert. Eliot prepared a refreshing sangria and placed it in a cooler that he levitated to their favorite spot. Wearing shorts and light t-shirts, they threw some towels around the fire and enjoyed the beauty of the full moon, which together with the light from the fire created a romantic atmosphere.

After eating a little, they were sitting facing the sea, side by side, watching the silver reflection of the moon in the sea. The waves were gentle, and the murmur of the sea, along with the crackling of the fire, made them even more relaxed. They were talking about the things Eliot still wanted to do in the last days of their stay.

"How about we go for a boat ride tomorrow, darling?"

"Um, any special reason El?" Quentin was now looking at his love that was even more beautiful than the sea.

"I know how much you like it, and I owe you." Eliot responded with a soft smile on his lips, as he reached out his right hand to take Q's.

"You really owe me." There was a slight hint of accusation in his voice.

"Sweetheart, that's another big regret of mine." He took Q's hand to his lips and placed a kiss on the back. "Me and you on a boat trip." Eliot's voice was almost dreamy.

"You will still owe me a long journey, a lot of days on the Muntjac." With an amused smile, Q completed. "Don't think that a few hours will be enough to make up for all those days."

"You're right baby." He then pulled Q closer and kissed him softly on the lips. "I'll talk to Margo. Soon we'll borrow the royal boat for an exclusive tour, just the two of us."

"I'll be waiting for that." Q gave that special smile that showed his dimples. "Tomorrow we will go to the great barrier reef?"

"That's the idea. I've never dived but I'm sure we'll do fine." He let go of his husband's hand to wrap his arm around his waist and pull him even closer.

The days passed in the blink of an eye. They watched the sunset of their last night and when the moon came up, they made love under the moonlight, one last time.

"My love." Q murmured, with the languor that orgasm brings.

"My endless love." Eliot replied while stroking Q's hair.

"El, promise me something?" He caressed his lover's chest.

"Whatever you want." His fingers glided over his partner's back.

"I want that, I want that even after we have kids, we always take time for ourselves."

"I swear. These moments with you are perfect." He placed a kiss on his soft lips. "And I'm not just talking about the sex, even if it's the best sex of my life."

"Mine too." Quentin chuckled. "This time we spend together, this special attention we give ourselves here. I need more, you know, because from tomorrow, I'll have to share you with our family."

"I know sweetheart, apart from the time we will spend working... we need to promise to disappear, just the two of us, even if it's for 24 hours." Eliot's voice, amused, showed that he already imagined what to do.

"After all these days, just the two of us... we will have to readapt. Jules said that when we got back there would be a dinner for us to tell about our trip."

"Bambi said the same. They will come from Filory especially to meet us."

"We cannot do anything about it." Q said laughing. "Let's enjoy and thank them all. Our wedding was perfect, and…and they all helped. They helped with the house, too."

"What about an open house? Would you like it?"

"I don't know. We will be exhausted from jet lag."

"We can, no, we must order the food. Did I tell you that Bambi has already offered to stay with us? I told her that I prefer that, only this time, she stay in the penthouse. We will be tired and, more important; we haven't christened the entire house yet." He said jokingly.

"Okay, you talk to her, but carefully. I'm too young to be a widower." If there was one person who could be ruthless towards her friends, it was Margo.

"She's not going to kill us. She wants to be godmother to one of our children, and for that we need to be alive." Eliot has a point.

"Oh fuck! Jules wants it too. That means we'll have to have, at least, two kids." Quentin was predicting hell in their lives.

"That is for sure. We need to negotiate who will be the godmother of the first one." Eliot at that moment was apprehensive.

"We can have two at once." Q suggested.

"Darling, we've never had more than one. I think we can be beaten in equal numbers of babies. We have to be the majority." That made Quentin relax and laugh.

"The advantage is that we wouldn't have two stages of unfurling El."

"Good point. What about the teenager time? We were lucky with Teddy; I don't know what two would be like."

“We were really lucky.” He looked into Eliot's eyes before continuing. "I'm sure our children will be wonderful no matter what we decide to do."

"Why are you so sure Q?"

"Because we will be the parents." Eliot nodded after a moment, and kissed his favorite human being. They ended up going to bed just around dawn. They made love under the moon and went to take a hot shower after watching the sunrise. They still had some time before leaving the house that provided those unforgettable moments..