Dave had heard of the hotel before, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw as he walked up to the building. It was a grand structure, large, massive, actually. He whistled softly under his breath as he entered the ornate, marbled lobby. This was a world away from the dirty dump he was staying in. He'd heard John was loaded, but he had no idea. Dave felt as out of place in that exquisite structure as a vegetarian at an all-you-can eat beef buffet. As he crossed the expansive lobby, he almost expected someone to shout that he didn't belong in such a place and call for security.
He pressed the button on the ornate glass elevator and soon found himself in front of John's door. He took a deep breath then began to lightly knock on the door.
*******
After leaving Dave on the beach, John had retreated to his hotel room to allow for some sweet release. As he touched himself, he kept picturing Dave in that lime green Speedo. God, the man had an amazing body. He daydreamed that when Dave would show at his door later he'd be wearing that and nothing else. Of course, John knew it was illogical that Dave would walk around the streets of Acapulco wearing nothing but a Speedo, but he could dream. So he contented himself with the image of nothing holding Dave from him but a small strip of lime green spandex.
After he'd finished he continued to lay naked on the bed and picture what it would be like to strip Dave naked when he heard the knock on the door. "Just a minute" John called as he pulled up a pair of boxers and grabbed a pair of shorts from his suitcase.
As John buttoned up his shorts, he opened the door. He willed his pulse to slow when he saw Dave standing there in front of him. He wasn't wearing the Speedo, but he looked delectable nonetheless. Dave wore black muscle t-shirt paired with a pair of loose athletic shorts and flip-flops. His hair glistened in the hallway lighting and John could tell that he must have recently showered from the wet look of it. John happily pictured the muscled chest that the shirt so poorly concealed. He was silently thankful that he was still in the recovery period from his earlier exploit so that he could look all he wanted.
Dave however, wasn't so lucky. He felt his cock spring to life as he saw John open the door. John was decked out in a pair of navy cargo shirts, and a white t-shirt under an unbuttoned short-sleeved navy and white shirt. The outfit was simple, but classy, and John, of course, looked incredible in it. Dave found himself complaining internally again, about the shirts obscuring John's chest. Didn't the man EVER walk around shirtless? They were in sunny Mexico, after all. Yet, the man even wore a shirt on the beach. Dave's earlier fantasy about being on a nude beach with John came rushing back then and it was all he could do to not gasp.
"Hey, Dave, come on in. I'm almost ready, I just have to get a pair of shoes." John called over his shoulder as he headed into the suite.
Dave nodded and followed. He was floored when he saw the suite. If he thought the lobby of the hotel was nice, it was nothing compared to the interior of John's suite. A shining black grand piano stood in the center of a large sitting room. The floor was marbled like the rest of the hotel and the room held a large fireplace and several expensive looking couches and chairs. Straight in front of him was a sliding glass door that lead out to a balcony overlooking the Pacific. A small kitchenette was at one end of the room with a small dining set in front of it. On the other end of the room were two doors. Dave hadn't seen which John had disappeared into so he went to the first door and glanced in.
The room held what Dave figured was the world's largest bathroom. A large whirlpool was on one side of the room. Opposite it was a shiny sink set into a marble counter top and of course, toilet. Everything was shiny, gleaming and expensive looking. The room even had a phone; it had everything, except for John. Shaking his head, Dave turned and headed for the second door. He stood at the entrance and took in a huge bedroom. A large four poster dark wood and wrought-iron bed stood in the center of the room, the room, also held a large armoire, two end tables, a desk with matching chair and of course another sliding door leading out to the large balcony. John, who stood by the entrance to a large looking closet, was bent over and searching through a suitcase. John ass was in perfect view and even beneath the fabric of his shorts, Dave could tell that it was perfect. John straightened then and Dave averted his eyes expecting John to turn around. Unfortunately for Dave his eyes landed on the large bed. He looked at the all the loops of the metal and realized that it would be excellent to tie someone up to. Of course, in Dave's mind that someone was John.
John turned and saw Dave staring at the bed. Did this mean that he wanted to join him in it? The bed was king size, plenty of room for anything that they wanted to do in it. Maybe they could just forget about the bar. John didn't drink anyway.
"So, uh, found your shoes?" Dave asked tearing his mind away from the thought of John tied helpless to that bed, completely at his mercy.
"Huh?" John asked momentarily confused, then looked down at the leather sandals he was holding in his hand. "Yeah, found them". He sat on the bed and slipped them on and tried not to feel too disappointed that Dave wouldn't take him right there and then.
John was putting on his shoes; they were going to go out, he wasn't going to be able to tie him to that bed. Well, not now at least, Dave reasoned. There was always the possibility of later. Dave grinned at that thought. He was here, John was in front of him, and maybe later he'd finally get to see what that chest looks like without all those shirts blocking his view.
"All ready" John sprang up from the bed. "So where are we going?"
"Hmm" Dave thought for a second, he'd been to a bunch of the bars since he was down here in Acapulco, but none of them seemed classy enough for John. Well, it wasn't like he'd be let into the kind of places that were classy enough for John. "Well, there's a place called C�rneos los Sapos 1 that's only a few blocks away." Dave said with a shrug "Good margaritas there" Rather, good tequila shots, which were what he had been drinking exclusively ever since landing in Mexico. He figured that they could probably make a decent margarita, though. After all, they were in Mexico.
John nodded "Sounds good to me" John didn't care about margaritas or any other Mexican drink made with tequila, he just wanted to be with Dave. That was all that mattered. His gaze drifted slowly back to his bed, and just maybe he wouldn't be sleeping all alone in that big bed tonight.
Had Dave been paying attention to where John was glancing, they probably could have just skipped the bar. However, Dave was distracted and wondered if John knew enough Spanish to know that C�rneos los Sapos translated to the The Horny Toads in English. He momentarily wondered if perhaps he was reading John's signs wrong. After all, he'd seen John date lots of girls. Not that that necessarily meant anything, Dave dated a good number of girls himself. Still, maybe John just wanted to be his friend, or just hang out. Dave didn't know if he'd be able to handle that if it happened. He wanted this man and wanted him now. If he thought he could get away with it, he'd throw John on that bed and take him now, but he didn't want to get pushed away. After all this wasn't just any guy, this was John Carter. This was the man he'd had wet dreams about and pictured during the nights he was alone. This was the guy he'd never thought he'd have a chance in hell with, especially since he was fired from County. Yet, here he was standing right in front of John, about to go out with him, and hopefully do something more. His dick sprang to life yet again at the thought of doing "more" with John.
"Uh, Dave, you ready?" John looked up questioningly at Dave who seemed to be lost in thought. John silently prayed that Dave hadn't changed his mind, he'd been fantasizing about him for months, and he was so close to maybe having his fantasies come true.
"Yeah, yeah, John, let's go" Dave said clearing his mind and leading the way back into the living room of the suite. He looked around taking in the fancy d�cor again. "God, Carter, couldn't find a bigger place?"
"Hey, this is the SMALL suite!" John protested with a grin and a bit of embarrassment. He hadn't wanted to even stay at this hotel but Gamma had insisted since the family was a part owner of it. She figured that it would look good for business. He had put his foot down at the VIP suite though, it wasn't that he necessarily MINDED nice hotels, but he didn't want to coast on the Carter name and money.
"Let me guess, the big one has it's own zip code, right?" Dave said teasingly while trying to visualize just what the big suite would look like.
"Nah, just it's own airport." John said with a laugh, leading the way out of the suite and putting the key in his pocket. He checked his pockets as he went. He had his wallet, room key, but when he reached for his passport, he realized he'd left it back in the room. "Shit, I've got to go get my passport"
Dave looked up from his place at the elevator. "What? You don't need a passport to go drink at a bar, John. They're not going to card you or anything"
"No, I mean, just in case" John said shaking his head. Gamma had taught him at a young age to always carry his passport when he was in a foreign country.
Dave snorted. "Don't be such a wuss, Carter" He shook his head, he knew John followed the rules but wanting to take his passport to a BAR?
"Dave..." John protested weakly.
"C'mon, I don't have any ID on me at all, do you see ME shaking?" Dave asked with a grin.
John sighed. He didn't want to ruin the evening, he also knew that the sooner that he and Dave left for the bar the sooner they'd be able to return to the room. He made up his mind quickly. "Let's go"
"There you go, Carter." Dave said with a grin. As he stood next to John waiting for the elevator he had the strong desire to grab John's ass and pinch it. He wondered if John had ever done it in an elevator. Well, even if he had it was unlikely that he'd had sex in an elevator in Mexico. The rules were different here.
John just grinned at the handsome man standing next to him. Dave looked oh so good in that top, but still he wished he would take it off. If he knew Dave wouldn't push him away he'd take him right then, right there in the hotel hallway. He was considering leaning in for a kiss when the elevator arrived. The ride down was uneventful for both men; they took turns sneaking glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. While both wanted to make a move, they just made small talk during the short ride to the lobby.
Once outside the hotel, Dave led the way to C�rneos los Sapos. John found out that Dave was right and it was just a short walk from the hotel. The two were soon standing in front of the bar. He hoped that it was a gay bar. He found his hopes dashed as he followed Dave inside and saw that the bar was full of men and women. John tried to hide his disappointment. He knew that if the bar was a gay bar then Dave was definitely interested in him, and more importantly, interested in having sex with him. Still, the possibility wasn't out of the question, he thought as he followed Dave to a table in the corner. Secluded, John noted, very good sign.
Dave scanned the bar quickly looking for the quietest spot. Not that he minded an audience, usually, but some people didn't like to watch one guy put the moves on another. He grinned at John as he sat at the small table. He was about to start flirting when a well-proportioned young Mexican woman came over to them.
"I'm Lupe and I'll be your waitress," She said to the two in heavily accented English.
Dave grinned at John then a thought flashed into his mind. He knew John spoke only a little Spanish from working at County, but he was sure that John's ability was limited to medical discussion. This was a prime opportunity.
He turned to Lupe then and said "Quisiera un par de tiros de su tequila m�s fino. En cuanto a mi amigo aqu�, �l tendr� un orgasmo del griter�o. Por supuesto preferir�a proporcionar al orgasmo y a la voluntad dichos m�s adelante si todo se resuelve, pero para ahora apenas le traigo la bebida." 2 He grinned at John as he said this last part.
A big smile spread over Lupe's face as she replied "Usted va tan a tener sexo con �l? Usted es afortunado, �l es algo adorable. Me ofrecer�a voluntariamente a ensamblarle pero mi novio no lo quisiera" 3
"Demasiado malo. Me dice, usted lo piensa es el tipo que tiene gusto de ser atado para arriba?" 4 Dave said winking at John, thinking that he was so slick for talking to the waitress in Spanish. Little did John know, but C�rneos los Sapos was a sex bar. The tourists used it as a place to hook up and have wild sex. The clientele was known for being into kinky stuff.
Lupe grinned and said "S�, pienso que �l gozar�a el ser atado para arriba, �l parece algo sumiso. Aunque, pienso �l podr�a ser absolutamente bueno en atarle para arriba tambi�n." 5
"Eso es lo que estoy esperando." 6 Dave said with a wink and then nodded as Lupe went off to fill their drinks.
Dave then turned back to John. "Don't worry, I ordered for you. I thought it might be easier for her to get our drinks if I ordered them in Spanish"
John couldn't suppress his grin. For the most part, John didn't speak Spanish, yet unbeknownst to Dave, John knew how to talk about sex in several languages. Sure, talking about his sexual desires wouldn't come in handy at County, but it sure did when he heard that Dave wanted to give him a screaming orgasm and tie him up. John felt like he was floating, he would get to have sex with Dave. It was like a dream come true.
Soon enough, Lupe returned with their drinks, tequila shots for Dave, and a Screaming Orgasm for John. John winked at Dave when Lupe set it down in front of him. He wasn't ready to let Dave know that he understood what he said earlier, but he knew it would be fun to mess with his mind a bit. "A Screaming Orgasm, Dave? Is that an invitation?"
Dave blushed slightly. John didn't understand what he'd said to the waitress, did he? Not that he hadn't meant what he'd said, but he'd talked about tying John up and he didn't want to freak him out. He tried to figure out what to say next, then decided to flirt a little. "Do you want it to be?"
John grinned, "Are you asking what I think you're asking, Dave?"
Dave grabbed one of his shots and downed it quickly. "Carter, I'm asking if I can fuck you, do I need to be clearer?"
John was silent for a moment and Dave suddenly wished he could take back what he said. "I mean if you don't want to, that's okay... WHOA!"
John had decided that the best way to answer Dave's question was to reach under the table and show him. He had slipped his hand beneath the table and began to stroke Dave's groin through his shorts. From Dave's exclamation, John was sure that he was enjoying what he was doing. He inched his fingers and looked for the zipper or button or something to undo them. He frowned when he discovered that they were pull-on.
Dave, who'd had his eyes closed dreamily while John was stroking him, opened them when John suddenly stopped. He noticed John's frown. "Why you'd stop?"
"God, Malucci, don't you know what to wear to get groped?" John said shaking his head. "I can't get at you this way"
Oh, so John wanted to stroke his dick, well that was fine with Dave. Dave stood and grabbed John's hand. "C'mon" He said urgently leading John to the rear of the bar.
John didn't know where they were going, nor did he care. All he knew was that he had to have Dave and soon, he'd been hard as rock ever since Dave told Lupe what he wanted to do to him. He soon found out where Dave was leading him, they ended up in the men's restroom.
"A men's room? That's so original, Dave." John said with a laugh.
Dave ignored John's teasing as he unzipped John's shorts and reached inside. The gasp he heard in return was all the incentive Dave needed to keep going. He looked down suddenly at what he was holding. It was magnificent, even better than Dave thought it would be. Of course, those damn baggy trunks that John was wearing earlier didn't give much of an indication of what was underneath. Now, though, now he was holding John in his hands, stroking him, touching him.
"Dave", John whimpered as he felt the wonderfully warm touch of Dave's hand. He would have never known that Malucci would have such magic fingers.
"Yes, Carter?" Dave said looking up into those beautiful brown eyes. It was odd; he'd never noticed what beautiful eyes John had before.
He needed to taste some part of Dave and now, but he couldn't bear the thought of Dave's hands leaving his cock. John grabbed the side of Dave's face and pulled him in for a kiss. Dave was surprised at first by the kiss but then warmed up to it, and parted his lips. John eagerly thrust his tongue in and began to explore Dave; meanwhile his hands were roaming down Dave's body. He found that stupid elastic waistband and slipped his hands under it. He was excited to find that Dave wasn't wearing any underwear. Dave would have moaned had his mouth not been occupied with John's. Just as John was ready to push the damn shorts off completely, the door burst open.
Both men looked up in shock and flew apart like teenage lovers whose parents had just come home. A number of uniformed men came running into the bathroom then and grabbed John and Dave pinning them against the wall.
"Stay still, you are under arrest" One of the men ordered. John blinked in surprise. Was it illegal to have sex in a bar bathroom in Acapulco?
Dave decided to take the role of talking to the officers. "Arrest? What are we under arrest for? "
"We know that you are Simon Williams, the international bank-robber, and you and this man robbed the First Bank of Mexico last night." The man angrily replied shoving Dave further against the wall as he struggled to pull his shorts back on.
Dave was about to argue their cause when John jumped in. "He's not Simon Williams and we didn't rob a bank. We're doctors from the United States." John calmly tried to explain. He knew that getting into a shouting match with the police in a foreign country was not a good idea.
Dave didn't know what to be more surprised about, the fact that John was so calm or that they were going to be arrested for bank robbery. He decided to go with the latter for now.
"Show me your identification." The man ordered shoving John further into the tile of the bathroom wall.
"I left my passport in my hotel room. If we can just stop by there I can get it for you." John meanwhile silently cursed himself for not listening to Gamma about carrying his passport with him.
The man shook his head angrily. "No, the only place you two are going is jail" He then commanded men holding Dave and John, "Ll�velos el coche." 7
The pair found themselves being handcuffed and lead outside to a squad car. As they were pushed into the backseat, Dave turned to John, "Well, that went well"
"Shut up, Malucci" John said miserably.
1 Roughly translated - The Horny Toads <G>
2 Translated - "I want two shots of your best tequila. As for my friend here, he'll have a Screaming Orgasm. Of course, I would prefer to provide said orgasm and will if everything goes according to plan. For now, just bring him drink"
3 Translated - "So you are going to have sex with him? You are lucky, he is adorable. I would offer to volunteer to help but my boyfriend would not like it"
4 Translated - "Too bad. Tell me, do you think he's the type that likes to be tied up?"
5 Translated - "Yes, I think he would enjoy being tied up. He seems somewhat submissive. Although I think he could be quite good at tying you up too"
6 Translated - "That's what I'm hoping"
7 Translated - "Take them to the car"
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