MATT'S POV

When our plane touched ground in the early afternoon the next day, I was mesmerized by the sight of the islands. In fact, I had been looking out of the window for a while then. I saw little islands with long pearl white beaches surrounded by turquoise blue water, which was so clear that I could see the corals and some big fish even from up in the air.

But in that one moment when we walked out of the plane into the simplest, smallest airport I'd ever seen, I was simply blown away. There were palms and orange blossomed trees everywhere, and when we walked into the "airport" building, which wasn't much more than a wooden hut, we were offered some cocktails in a coconut shell.

The immigration process didn't take long, ten minutes maybe. The people there were actually very pretty, even the guys. Their skin was the color of black and white mix and their eyes were either black or hazel like mine. They spoke very good English with a French accent and, as Cat told me, French with an English accent.

She'd obviously read up on the culture and country for a while, since she was able to tell me that both English and French were their official languages while Creol, a mixture of English and French, was the spoken mother tongue.


We were immediately picked up by a guy with a shabby bus with a flower motive. I noticed that all the vehicles were driving on the left side of the road, and the steering wheel, strangely, was on the right side. The bus took some other passengers, too. It drove around the island on the narrow, steep streets.

Sometimes I felt like this was it, I was scared that the bus wouldn't stay on the track for much longer, but somehow, it eventually ended up safe. All the other passengers got off eventually. Our hotel was the last one to reach, of that I'd made sure.

It was as secluded as could be, with one of the most famous beaches there were, namely Anse Soleil. The sun bay, Cat translated. On the last couple of miles of the drive, the road wasn't even paved anymore.

When we arrived, we were offered another drink before we were checked in. Thank God Johnny had taken care of the reservation, so that now we weren't the newlyweds anymore. Christ, the good man. We had a nice little bungalow with a seaview and a seaview porch.

It was simple, two queen size beds, a stool, a wardrobe and an tube TV set with which you could watch exactly three programs. The bathroom, unfortunately, was open. There were a giant shower cage, big enough to fit at least three people, and a marble sink for two people with a mirror that was decorated with all sorts of shells and corals. The toilet was in another room.

"Matt, it's beautiful," Cat exclaimed and claimed the bed right next to the porch door. "Yeah, I love it," I said, and I meant it. "Do you wanna go to the beach?" She then asked, and when she smiled at me, I could see that her grin was realer than it had been for a while. Wait, Cat in a bikini? Am I ready for that? I couldn't help myself, I needed to postpone that view for a while, if only just to make myself, you know, less burdened. "I'll have a quick nap," I said, "I'll join you in a bit."


She quickly changed into her bikini in the small toilet room, and I laid down on my bed. I forced myself not to look as she walked past me in her small, green bikini, but when she closed the glass porch door behind her, I looked at her backside anyway.

Man, it was a sight. Her perfect round ass, her long, thin but trained legs, her freckled back with her hot shoulder bones sticking out. Her mere sight made my dick stirr again. What the hell is happening? I wondered as I closed my eyes and my hands wandered to my painful erection. I have a feeling that this is going to be a long vacation of handwork...


CAT'S POV

It didn't really bother me that Matt wasn't joining me on the beach, though it was a little strange going there alone. The way wasn't far, I had to walk down natural, raw marble stairs and then I was there. The beach was beautiful, more beautiful than any beach I'd ever seen. There were coconut palms and confiding stray dogs, but only two other couples.

The water was crystal clear and as I was standing knee deep in the water, the first thing I spotted was a water turtle swimming around me. This is paradise, I thought as I deeply inhaled the salty, slightly fish-scented air. Three dogs had followed me and stood in the water with me.

One was maybe a little bigger than knee high and looked like a thin Berner Sennen and Rottweil mix while the other two appeared to be his or her pups. The other party had to be a Dachshund, since they were pretty small.

They were cute and when I sat down in the sand, they followed me and kept me company. I just sat and stared at the ocean. The tide was rising and soon, single waves almost reached my feet, so I moved my towel back a little. This is life, I thought as I absentmindedly ran my fingers through the bigger dog's soft fur, and I already found some furry friends.

After a while, Matt approached me. He was wearing plain simple dark blue shorts and a white, wide t-shirt. His look was completed by his aviators, the ones he wore on stage, too. If you ask me, he should rename his stage alter ego. M Shadows to M Shades. I mean, has he ever performed without them? Don't think so. Even in the Bat Country video he'd wanted to wear them, though he didn't see anything, and therefore shouldn't have driven that car.

Under his arm, he had a bag. "Hey, I see you found some company," he chuckled as he spread his towel next to me. "Yeah, I did," I laughed while he took off his shirt. I hadn't seen him shirtless in a while, and what I saw really blew my mind. He obviously worked out, I thought as I forced myself to look away, he worked out a lot in the past year or something. I mean, he was always freakishly built, especially his arms. But his chest, his abs... Wow. Ten points to Sanderland.

"So, you like it here?" he asked and I nodded. He pulled out a box with cookies and started feeding the dogs with them. "Well," he began, not looking at me, "there's not much to do around here besides bathing, tanning and snorkeling I'm afraid. You know, I wanted to come with Val.. And, uh, I thought we wouldn't leave the room for quite a while if you know what I mean." He winked at me, but there was a hint of hidden sadness in his voice, too. "Strange feeling, huh?" I said as I looked at him. "Absolutely," he answered, averting my gaze.


"We could still find some fun things to do. Like today if you're up to it, we could go canoeing around a little. Our hotel does offer free canoes. And for tomorrow, I could book a half-day trip around the island, maybe with some snorkeling," he began and I nodded excitedly.

"And since this is the biggest island, I think we could rent a car and drive around a little. There's no need to just hang around like I planned with Val. I mean, we can enjoy this." You're right, Matt. God, you're just like Dave, he always wanted to do a ton of stuff. We'd never get home before eleven in the evening on our Europe trip because he knew so many activities to do. Would it be the same if he was here, too? Matt looked at me with a concerned expression.

"You know," I swallowed, "I wanted to travel the world with Dave. And here I am with you. Who knows what it's good for?" The thought of Dave being here with me hit me hard. When I looked into Matt's face, I saw a mixture of anger and compassion.

"That dick," he hissed, "has no right to linger inside your brain any longer. He had no right at all. You deserve so much better. And so do I." Suddenly, he pulled out a bottle of wine from his bag. He unscrewed the cap and took a big gulp. In the meanwhile, I watched his muscles play on his neck as he drank. "Here's to the past, and that's the last time we're drinking to it," Matt declared as he offered me the bottle. Good idea, sexy Matt.

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