#slopeside

You stood close to him in the elevator, fingers still linked, and made small talk while the numbers ticked up. Since finishing his work in Colombia, Javier’s outlook on life changed a lot, and that included the way that he interacted with women. His hookups were less frequent, the man focusing more on his actual job and not on utilizing informants in the way he’d grown accustomed to - but he hadn’t stopped entirely. He also hadn’t gone on vacation thinking that he’d find anyone to take to bed, but Javi hadn’t counted it out, either. And it looks like someone found me. 

As you walked down the hallway and toward your door, you pulled away from him, reaching into your bag for your room key. “This is the last wing to get renovated, Javi. When I said outdated, I mean it. It looks -” You opened the door, pushing it inward and reaching to flip on the light. “It looks like it’s straight out of -” 

“Oh, this isn’t bad at all.” He looked around, wrinkling his nose and then smiling. “You’d be surprised at the rooms I stayed in on assignment for work. This is really nice compared to some of those.” He saw the relief on your face and it emboldened him, Javi stepping deeper into the room and watching as you set your stuff down, removing your shoes. He did the same, socked feet sinking into the surprisingly plush carpet as he took in his surroundings. Even though slightly outdated, the room was nice, the bed larger than his and the other furniture pushed into a different setup than he was used  to. You had a kitchenette, a small refrigerator and microwave, and even what looked like a two burner stove was part of the countertop that divided the sleeping area from the other half of the room. 

“Yeah?” You were gripping the back of your neck, watching him. “Well, good. If you want something from the refrigerator, go ahead and grab it, I’m going to turn the jets on, get the water a little warmer.” He nodded in agreement, and you moved past Javi to uncover the jacuzzi, reaching down to push the buttons on the control panel. He heard it whir to life as he bent over and pulled out two beer bottles, turning to hand you one after he’d opened them. “It really will help your back, Javi.” He sipped his beer, keeping eyes on you. “And probably your thighs, too, especially if you’ve been on the slopes for the last couple days.” 

“What about my ankles?” He nudged you with an elbow, grinning. “Those hurt pretty bad from the boots.” 

“It’ll feel good all over.” You stared at him as you spoke, the man watching as a little bit of a spark flickered in your eyes. “I promise.” It would have been simple for him to lean in, kissing you as you both leaned against the counter, but Javier stopped himself, determined to let you be the one to make the first move - or let the opportunity pass. “Water should be good if you want to get in.” Gesturing with your bottle, you pointed at the bed. “Gonna go over there and let you get comfortable.” 

Taking a seat on the far side of the bed, you positioned yourself so that your back was to him, and Javi had to commend your resolve. Hmm. 

He was still set on letting you lead, but didn’t see a problem with giving you a push. Feigning the use of the counter as necessary, he moved so that he was visible in the glass of the balcony door, giving himself a moment to see his own reflection before turning around to face the jacuzzi. Setting his beer down on the ledge around the tub, Javi removed his sweater and undershirt first, laying both on the flat surface next to him and then undid his jeans, sliding them down his hips before he stepped out of them, bracing with one hand on the counter to remove his socks. 

He knew that the entire back of his body was visible - at least partially - in the door, and even though he didn’t know whether or not you were actually looking, he hoped you were. Just a little peek. Climbing into the tub, he grabbed the bottle and then slid across the bench seat before leaning against the far side of it, glancing down in order to ensure that he was covered by the bubbles. The man couldn’t hold back a groan of approval as the hot water enveloped his skin, his head tilted back. “I’m in.” The groan turned to a sigh as he brought his head level again, eyes on you as you rose from the bed and headed in his direction. “This feels -” “Feels great, right?” You tossed your head. “I use it a couple times a week. I’m definitely spoiled this season.” He chuckled at that, shifting his hips slightly and stretching his arms out against the top lip of the tub. “Hey, Javi?” 

“Yeah?” What’s she going to say? Javi watched you set your drink down, too, waiting to hear your next words.

“If you don’t mind, I think I’ll opt out of the bathing suit, too.” You sounded slightly nervous, but his reaction was immediate - sitting up straighter, his fingers flexing against the lip of the tub. “Gotta keep things even, right?” 

“Yeah.” He kept his eyes on you as you disappeared into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with two folded towels in hand. Smart. “Yeah, I think that’s alright.” He had no idea what to expect beneath your clothes. The sweater you wore showed off more of your figure than the ski suit, but he knew all too well that warm material was usually bulky, and was curious to see what you were hiding. Who wouldn’t be?

He didn’t have to wait long, because once you set the towels down, you reached for the bottom of your sweater with both hands, pulling it up and over your head in one smooth movement. The bra you wore was white and lacy, and Javi saw the way your eyes darted off to the side as you reached for the button on your jeans, undoing it and then the zipper, easing them down your legs with a slight shimmy of your hips. Oh, shit. 

Your underwear matched; the thin lace leaving little to his imagination, and he’d seen enough lingerie to know that when you rose out of the steaming water later that night, both pieces would be practically see-through. And I won’t complain at all. “Won’t get completely naked, though.” Stepping forward and bracing one hand on the edge as you lifted a leg to enter the jacuzzi, you glanced down and then looked back at Javi. “Even though you made it a point to show off in that balcony door, Peña. 

He laughed at that, closing his eyes and hearing a quiet splash as you lowered yourself into a seated position, stretching your legs out. “Thought I was being subtle.” Your foot slid over one of his ankles, and Javi inhaled, the sound concealed by the bubbling of the water. “Guess I -” 

“There’s nothing subtle about that ass, Javi.” You held a hand out, spreading your fingers wide in his direction. “I appreciated the view.” 

“Yeah?” You nodded, swiping one hand back and forth slowly over the surface of the water. “Thanks.” 

You both went quiet as you relaxed in the warm water, Javi once again shifting so that there was a jet right behind the center of his back, eyes closing as the powerful spray massaged the tender muscles there. He didn’t know how long the two of you sat in silence, but it was you that broke it first, saying his name and waiting until he opened his eyes to go on. “How’s your back feel now?” 

“Better.” Lowering both hands beneath the surface, he pulled one knee up, turning enough so that he could rest the heel on the edge of the bench. “So it wouldn’t have all been an excuse for me to leave early tonight, but my shower definitely wouldn’t have felt this good.” 

“I’m not paying for the room, so I might as well share.” Drawing one knee up, you wrapped your arms around your leg, resting your chin against it. “Believe it or not, though, I don’t make it a habit of inviting my clients up to my room, so this is a special occasion.”

“That mean I’m the first?” He raised a brow, giving you a broad smile. “Must have made an impression on you, then.” 

“Oh, cut the bullshit, Javi.” Flicking water at him with two fingers, you laughed. “You know you did, because I’m sure you always do.” She’s being real direct. His smile softened, turning from celebratory to gentle, and he scooted closer to your side of the tub, though he was mindful of the fact that he was actually completely naked. “At least I know I’m the first to give you a view of a ski resort from an indoor hot tub, though.” That is true. 

“You’ve got me there.” Javi grinned at you, arching a brow. “And another first is this type of massage. Not used to relying on water to get the job done.” He knew that he was playing with fire - teasing you with tiny bits and pieces of his life and seeing if any of what he said scared you away or repulsed you. Wouldn’t surprise me if it did, because she doesn’t seem like the type to put up with - 

“My hands are pretty strong.” You shrugged, unwrapping your arms and leaning against the back of the hot tub, the fingers of one hand idly moving through the water. “But nowhere near as strong as the jets.” Shifting, you gestured toward him, and Javi’s eyes were drawn to the surface of the water, bubbles and foam frothing around your body, the underwater lights exposing some of your skin in brief flashes. He could see the swell of your breasts beneath the nearly transparent material of your bra, the edges of your nipples peeking through, and he felt a surge of desire strike through his body, settling between his legs. Fuck. “So tell me something.” You reached for your beer, holding the bottle to your lips and taking a long drink, eyes never leaving his. “You’re commando tonight, under those jeans … what about today, on the mountain?” Raising your eyebrow, he watched as your eyes flicked down and then back up, though he knew you likely couldn’t see anything through the bubbles from the jet that swirled around his body.  “Were you skiing without -” “Fuck no.” He scoffed and you laughed too, the man watching as your eyes closed and you tilted your head back, baring your neck to him. “I doubled the fuck up today. Figured my ass would be on the ground more than it was and I wasn’t taking any chances.” Almost on instinct, he reached for himself, the palm of his hand brushing over his tip. Half fuckin’ hard and all we’re doing is talking. Christ. “Those damn snowsuits are padded, but not that padded, and I -” “Gotta protect the goods. I respect that.” Winking at him, you let out a deep breath, bringing one hand up to rub at the center of your chest, his eyes on the way the water dripped down and between your breasts. “Those jeans you had on tonight though, I guess they’d make wearing anything under them really impractical.” It only took him a few moments to realize that you weren’t teasing him about his tight pants - and Javi felt the attraction toward you grow. 

He didn’t know if it was the low light and the warmth of the water and steam, or if it was the time you’d spent together throughout the day, but there was something about you that he liked, and he had a feeling that you were in the same boat when it came to him. She wouldn’t be almost naked in a hot tub with me if not.

“I worked in Colombia for a long time.” He spoke a few seconds later, the words tumbling from his mouth before he could stop them. “Steve and I worked together down there, as partners.” You kept quiet, listening intently. “Only been back in the States for a couple years, and I’m still getting used to … this.” He gestured around, hoping that you’d understand what he meant. “My job, it didn’t really…” He scoffed, and for the first time that night, Javi wished that he had a cigarette, even though he was trying to cut back. Makes talking about this shit easier. “I didn’t have a real vacation for six years.” “Fuck, Javi, that’s a long time. What the fuck were you doing that you didn’t…” You trailed off, a curious expression on your face. “You know what?” You sat straight  up, head shaking back and forth. “It doesn’t matter. None of my business. You might be in this hot tub with me right now, but we don’t know each other, and it’s none of my business.” You took a deep breath and Javi’s attention shifted from your face back to your chest, your damp skin glistening as it rose and fell. “I’m glad you finally got a chance for a vacation, though.” Me too. “And I’m glad that your vacation was here.” Without warning, you stood straight up, the man’s focus still on you and the way the water ran down your skin in thin streams, the material you wore clinging to your body. 

“Where are you going?” He leaned forward, reaching out with one hand and touching your wrist, his eyes moving back up from your waist and to your face, pausing briefly on your chest and the way that your hardened nipples were visible - protruding against the thin barrier that covered them. “You done already?” Javi wet his lips, staring at  you and trying to figure out what you were thinking. But your face gave nothing away except for surprise, lips parted and forming a small ‘o’ as he encircled your wrist with his fingers, holding you in place. “And I’m the one that brought it up, so of course you’re gonna ask.” He tugged on your wrist and you stepped to his side of the hot tub, taking a seat next to him - and finally sitting in front of one of the jets. 

He heard the sigh of contentment escape your lips and the man shifted, feeling your thigh rub against his as you settled in. “Just because you mentioned something doesn’t mean I should pry.” You’d tilted your head back, sliding down in the water so that most of your body was covered, and turned it to face him, smiling up at the man. “You don’t seem like the type of guy that likes to let people in, Javier, and I might have you naked in this hot tub with me, but I know that doesn’t mean shit when it comes to personal stuff outside of your time here.” 

He should have been surprised that you’d been able to read him that easily, but he wasn’t. Javi liked to think that in the years since moving on from the Colombia offices and back into Texas he’d kept his edge, but even he had to admit that he’d softened slightly. I had to. Things are different here. People are … different too. When he didn’t immediately answer, you closed your eyes though the faint smile didn’t fall from your lips. He gave himself a few moments to watch you, taking in the way the water moved over your skin and the speed at which you relaxed next to him, the ends of your fingers brushing against his leg as you moved your hand over your own thigh. 

It was an unconscious motion on your part - he knew you were just letting the water do its work, and so Javi let himself relax, too, slouching down slightly and mirroring your position, his head turned inward and toward yours. The sound of the water rushing around your bodies filled the room, and he found himself growing drowsy, the man more relaxed than he’d been in months. “I’m gonna fall asleep,” he finally murmured, stifling a quiet laugh. “This water feels fucking amazing.” 

“Bet that doesn’t happen often.” His eyes opened fully, watching as yours did, too. “Getting naked with a woman and just … drifting off.” He didn’t know if it was a challenge or an observation, but Javi couldn’t help laughing at your words, wrinkling his nose. “You’re more than welcome to spend the night, but you probably shouldn’t fall asleep in the hot tub. If you drown it’s a lot of paperwork for me to fill out.” 

That woke him up fully, Javier sitting up straight while you stayed in your previous position, peering up at him through heavy lidded eyes. “Wouldn’t want to put you through that.” He said your name quietly, urging you to look at him. When you did, Javi stumbled over his words, unsure of exactly what he wanted to say - or how he wanted it to come out. If this was still Colombia, I’d just … kiss her. He’d done it countless times - sweet talking women for minutes or hours and then making the first move, feeling them nearly melt beneath his touch, no matter how innocent or insignificant. But that’s not now. “Especially when I haven’t even tried to -”

“Hey.” You lifted one hand, your damp palm making contact with his shoulder, skin warm against his. “If you wanted to kiss me right now, Javi, I wouldn’t say no.” You wouldn’t? You spoke with conviction and then pressed your lips together, still staring up at him. “In fact, I’m pretty sure that if you don’t, I’m going to press my luck, and -” 

He leaned down swiftly, reaching for your chin with one hand to tilt your head to a better angle - and Javi finally kissed you. 

You were shocked that it had taken an actual invitation for him to lean in and press his lips to yours, and even more shocked that his kiss was so gentle. It wasn’t that you expected him to be rough or overbearing, but despite the way he’d carried himself during the lesson and in the bar, he was almost timid with you in the hot tub. Hmm. He was only touching you with one hand, and so when you shifted beneath the water, you used one of yours to reach for his other one, finding his fingers among the bubbles and urging that hand toward your body. 

You didn’t want to break the kiss to speak and so you didn’t, flicking your tongue out against Javier’s bottom lip and then retracting it, moving your mouth enough so that you could draw that same lip between your teeth before biting down. He groaned, moving closer, and when his hand made contact with your ribs you hummed in approval. Touch me. I’m sitting here almost naked and … 

It was all he needed - the verbal confirmation that you wanted his hands on you, and within seconds, Javi’s hand dropped from your jaw to your throat, palm against the side of it while his fingers dug in at the base of your skull, urging you into a better angle. Releasing his lip, you exhaled as he backed off, Javi’s hands staying where he’d put them. The steam rose around him, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching up with one hand to run your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead. “You should do that again.” He spoke as he trailed his fingers down your side, eyes locked on yours. “The biting, I mean.” What? 

Of all the things that he could have said, Javi telling you to take the lead was the last one you expected. Oh, this could be fun, though. “You sure about that?” Standing, you moved so that you were in front of him, waiting until he’d spread his legs and placed both hands on your hips to say anything else. “I don’t want to keep you from -” He’d tried to keep his eyes on your face bur failed, gaze dropping to your chest and the nearly translucent material of your bra, lips parting at the sight.  

“Yes.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sure.” I don’t think you are. “But…” There we go. “But if you don’t want to, I can think of a couple things I’d like to get my mouth on.” Jackpot. 

“Whatever you want, Javi.” One hand still in his hair, the other resting on his shoulder, you tilted your head to the side. “And I mean whatever.” He smiled at that, his neatly trimmed mustache hiding some of his upper lip, and then Javi leaned closer, puckering his lips and trailing them over your abdomen, hands dropping beneath the surface of the water and settling against the backs of your thighs to pull you closer. 

You’d noticed it earlier when he’d removed his glove to greet you, but his hands were huge, and as he tightened his hold on you, you realized that they were strong, too. “Gotta come closer,” he mumbled against your skin, lips dragging against it. You got as close as you could - your knees bumping into the seat between his legs, and then Javi tilted his head back, the bridge of his node sliding against the under-swell of one side of your chest. You hummed again, closing your eyes at the feeling and tugging on his hair, but it only took the man a few more seconds to begin mouthing at the soaked material that covered you, breath hot against it. 

He wasted no time with being gentle there, lips encircling one nipple before he bit down on it and tugged, fingers curling against your thighs as he groaned in pleasure. Using one hand, you reached behind you and undid your bra’s clasp, though it did no good - the lace stuck to your skin, even after you used the same hand to remove one strap. “Wait, Javi, let me…” Arching back and away from him, you removed it with both hands and then leaned over, only taking a split second before you decided to let the bra drop into the water instead of dropping it onto the floor. “That’s better.” 

“Coulda worked around it.” He released your thighs, his hands trailing up your sides. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?” You figured it was a line - that all men like him had them, but you appreciated it nonetheless… because he didn’t need to say it. “Shit.” His shoulders rose and fell as he leaned in again, Javier’s mouth back on you, both hands holding you in place. “C’mere.” He bit down, the sting sharp but immediately followed by the swipe of his tongue, and you gasped, his name jumping from your lips as you  looked down, focused on the top of his head. I’m too tall right now. He can’t… we need to move. 

“We should get out.” Still carding through his hair, you groaned the words. “Javi, we should -” He ignored you for a few seconds, the hand on your right side moving enough so that he could roll the pad of his thumb over nipple, but then he looked up at you, brows raised. “We should dry off.  Get into the bed.”

“That what you want to do?” Clearing his throat, he leaned all the way back, keeping his hands on you. “Figured you’d want to stay -”

“I can’t touch you from this angle, Javier.” You spoke quietly, voice barely louder than the sound of the water jets. “And that’s not fair, is it?” His eyes flashed at that, the man only taking seconds to respond - shooting to his feet and sliding his hands around to your back once more, pulling your body flush against his as he kissed you again. 

You could feel him against your belly - thick and firm, and  without even thinking about it, you rocked your hips against his, moaning into his mouth. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips, and when he kissed you for he first time, it shook you to the point that your foot slipped against the bottom of the jacuzzi, the man’s hold on you changing to one meant to keep you on your feet. “We should get out,” he murmured against your lips, still pressing kisses to the corner of your mouth and the angle of your jaw. “I’m sure it would be even more paperwork for me to fill out if you got hurt in here, even with my connections.” 

The comment baffled you but you didn’t question it, carefully disentangling from him and reaching for the towels as you gave him a short laugh in return. You handed him one before you climbed out of the jacuzzi, wrapping yours around your body and then stepping away to give him room - though you didn’t turn in the other direction. You wanted Javier to see you staring at him, and to your surprise he watched as you did so, his lips curving up into a smile as he lifted one leg and then the other, planting his feet on your floor. 

Your first thought after you got a good look at him was that he was impressive from head to toe- golden skin and dark hair, a broad chest and shoulders, the man’s waist narrow, though his thighs were muscled. Without your body to press against, his length hung heavy between his legs, bobbing up and down as he began to dry himself off with the towel you’d given him. You didn’t want to waste time - finally looking away as you rubbed the soft material of your towel over your skin, heart pounding in your chest and the image of him burned into your brain. 

You’d hooked up with other employees in the years that you’d worked at the resort, but Javi was the first guest that you’d even entertained the thought of sleeping with - and you hoped that he didn’t think otherwise. He’s definitely the most attractive, too. “So.” He’d dropped the towel and was standing directly behind you, his arms winding around your body as he lowered his mouth to your bare shoulder. “I have a condom if you want to continue this, but if there’s -”

“Good.” You leaned back against him, tilting your head back. “I have some, too.” Splaying his fingers wide as his hands roamed over your belly and then up, you let him walk you forward and toward the bed, the only piece of clothing you wore your soaked underwear. Which isn’t hiding anything at this point, so… He bit down at the base of your throat when you reached up with one hand to tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, and you could feel him smiling as he palmed one breast, the edges of his nails dragging over the sensitive skin. ‘Javi, you -” Mouth falling open as his other hand moved down, you jerked your hips back and against his when he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear, though he didn’t move lower than that. “Fuck, I -” Turning your head, you were surprised to find his mouth waiting for you, the two of you kissing sloppily as he held you flush against his body. 

I hit the jackpot with him. The thought flashed in your mind as his hand slid to the center of your chest, pulling you back even more. When it slid up, palm landing against the center of your throat and his fingers curling around the side, you moaned, not recognizing the sound as it left your mouth and went straight into his. Fuck. He broke the kiss, spinning you so that you could face him, and though you expected to see only lust in his expression, there was something else there, too, half-hidden by his heavily lidded eyes though it peeked out through the smirk he wore on his lips. It looks like contentment. “I think you liked that.”

“Would have liked it more if you’d moved your hand a little lower, but…” You shrugged. “I won’t complain.” 

“It’s still early, right?” Javi’s smirk was still there as he widened his eyes, tipping his head back so that he could look down at you. “And you invited me to stay the night, so…” He hadn’t taken his hands off of you, the man’s fingers stroking over your skin. “So we have plenty of time. Unless you have to be up early tomorrow.”

“I don’t.” Laughing, you closed your eyes. “My first lesson isn’t until 2:30.” Thank fuck. “We gonna get into this bed, Javier?” You were still stroking through his hair, urging the soft strands over his ear. “Or are you gonna keep me on my feet while -”

“I could.” He shrugged his shoulders, the smirk growing. “If that’s what you wanted.” He pushed you backwards again, the hand that had been at your throat trailing back down your body so that his fingertips were against your sternum. “But I think we’ll be more comfortable in the bed.” 

“Are your calves on fire?” Fighting back a grin, you pulled both hands away, moving them behind your body as you lowered yourself onto the mattress. “Bet they are. Just wait til you wake up tomorrow. Your thighs are going to -” 

“You’ll feel me tomorrow, too.” He blinked slowly, watching you as you scooted back on your bed, palms pressed against the mattress to support the weight of your upper body. “But not in your legs.” It was clear that Javi knew exactly what he was saying and how it would impact you, the man’s eyes darkening as he spoke. “And not in your arms, either.” Raising one knee, he set it on the edge of the bed, balancing himself before he lifted the other, using both of his to cage yours in. “How’s that sound?” It only took a few seconds of consideration before you answered, deciding to give exactly what you were getting. He can handle it. 

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot to live up to.” You paused, watching as his eyes widened. “What are you waiting for?” He groaned and leaned in, lips pressing against yours again, the man’s tongue sliding through the opening you gave him with no hesitation. If he fucked like he kissed, then you had had no reason to believe that he wouldn’t end up being a man of his word. And I hope I’m right. He continued to kiss you, settling his weight down atop you as the seconds passed - beginning on his knees and then leaning in, chests pressed together as he urged you down and onto your back, your legs stretching out between his. 

His hips rocked against yours, Javi using both hands to elevate himself, and when he spoke again, his voice was a low rasp in one ear, his lips barely grazing the outer shell of it. “You to tell me how you want it.” There was no way you could keep quiet at that, his name spilling from your lips in a low wail as you arched your back, pushing your body up and against his. “You think about that,” he continued, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then working down, teeth catching on your lower lip - which was slightly swollen from the way he’d kissed you earlier. “Because I’ve got one more thing to take care of.” 

You could barely form a coherent thought. The way the man was using his body against yours was unlike anything you’d ever experienced, and even though it was intimate - Javi attuned to the way you were reacting to his words and his touch - there was a distance to it all. You didn’t know each other well. Neither of you knew what the other was waiting for, and even though you were confidently trading flirtations and challenges with each other, they came with short pauses and confirmations afterward, neither of you wanting to cross a line that you were unaware existed.   

As he worked his way down your body, hands trailing over your skin, you tried to come up with an answer. How do I want him? How does … Gasping as he flicked his tongue out and against one nipple, you heard him chuckle, though he didn’t pause, mouth continuing its descent. Fuck, I… You didn’t want slow and sensual with Javi, even though you had a feeling that he was capable of it. You didn’t want to have him sit back and let you take control, despite the fact that he’d been more than willing to listen to your instructions on the slopes. You wanted Javi however he felt most comfortable - whatever that entailed - and just as you opened your mouth to tell him that, his tongue was out again, that time, licking at your navel. Oh, fuck, he’s alraedy… “Javi, Christ, you don’t…” But you didn’t know what you were trying to say, the man continuing the slow and purposeful journey down your body. 

His lips replaced his tongue as he reached the waistband of your underwear, and when you lifted your head to look down at him, you saw that he’d placed both hands on the blankets next to your hips. What is he… But before you could finish the thought, his shoulders flexed as he exhaled against your skin, taking the elastic between his teeth and lifting his head a few inches. Fucking hell, he… You gasped at the sting when he let go, the elastic snapping down and against you, and when Javi glanced up, you saw the glint in his eyes and the smirk on his face. “You going to tell me what you want, or -”

“I want you to do that again.” Licking your lips, you pushed yourself up on your elbows, staring into his eyes. “Please.” The request was what broke him; you saw it in the way the muscles of one cheek twitched, the man lowering his head again and wasting no time in taking the damp material between his teeth, lifting it away from your body. He held it for longer that time, but right before he released it, he brought his eyes back up to meet yours, waiting until they were locked to let go. Your mouth dropped open and you groaned at the feeling, reassuring him with a nod that you were OK, and Javi lowered his head again, a long exhale preceding the gathering of the material between his teeth. 

But the third time, Javi’s mouth was joined by his hands, the tip of his fingers hooking into the material over your hips. You lifted them just enough, and when he tugged backwards with his teeth, he was able to peel the lace a few inches down your legs before he let it go. He was toying with you - and you didn’t care, your attention focused on the crown of his head and his thick, dark hair as he worked to slowly remove the last piece of clothing you wore.  

When you were bared to him, the material around your thighs, Javi straightened up, taking a deep breath. “Well?” He was still touching you, both thumbs moving in tiny arcs over the tops of your legs, but when you didn’t answer immediately, eyes flicking from his face to his waist and lingering there, he sighed, saying your name quietly. He lifted one hand, wrapping his fingers around himself and beginning to stroke - slowly - the flexing of his wrist rhythmic. 

Part of you wanted to watch him, to tell the man that you wanted him to get himself off and spill onto your skin while you touched yourself. Another part of you wanted to sit all the way up and reach for him, replacing his hand with your own - and then with your mouth, feeling him come in the confines of it. The options were endless - and you had a feeling that Javier would be up for just about anything, but what came out of your mouth surprised both of you. “Want it from behind.” Wetting your lips, you hummed as you closed your eyes briefly. “I want you to -” 

He moved almost immediately, a low whine audible as he let go of himself and placed both hands on your hips, urging you to flip over onto your stomach. “Get a pillow. Want you to be comfortable.” Scrambling to get into position, you grabbed one of your pillows and pushed it beneath your lower abdomen and the top part of your thighs, elevating your hips just enough to change the angle for him and make it unnecessary to curve his body around yours. Pulling a second pillow beneath your head, you folded it in half, turning so that one cheek was pressed against it, arms crossed underneath. “Give me a second. Don’t move.” The mattress bounced as he got up - and seconds later, you felt a gentle smack against the bare skin of your ass along with the drag of your underwear as he pulled it all the way down. 

You couldn’t stop the upward curve of your lips and you didn’t want to try, but when you turned your head further to see where Javi was going, you didn’t need to look far. He picked up his jeans and pulled out his wallet, slipping a brightly colored square out of it before turning and heading for the door. “No, wait.” Clearing your throat, you faltered for the first time that night. “Leave the light on. That way you can see.” The position wouldn’t allow you to see much, but you wanted him to have something to look at while he moved. If he wants to. 

He did - the man returning to the bed without delay, the mattress dipping as he climbed in again. You felt his hands then, knuckles running up the outsides of your legs as he crawled up your body, moving into place behind you. But Javi surprised you, covering your body with his own again as he leaned down, pressing kisses up the length of your spine as he wound one arm around your body, palm flat against your skin. What is he… “Need you to tell me if you need me to stop.” He murmured the words, though you heard them clearly. “If it’s too hard, alright?” You nodded, the man’s mouth on the back of your shoulder, mustache tickling slightly as it rubbed over your skin. “Or if I hurt you.” Hurt me? What… how? “You gotta say it.”

“I’ll tell you, Javier.” Biting down on your lower lip, you felt him pressing against you as he rocked his hips in a slow, smooth motion. “I just -” You cried out as his hand slid down, slipping between your legs, his other one firmly gripping your hip. “Oh, fuck, I -” 

Your hips jerked backward, dragging along his body, and when he groaned - loudly - the sound came from just behind your ear. He was everywhere - or so it seemed - and even though you were in no hurry, you opened your mouth to tell him to just fuck you already, if only because you wanted to know what it felt like. But Javi was faster, the man raising back up and into a kneeling position, the hand on your hip staying in place and the one between your legs moving even lower, the whole thing between your body and the pillow. 

Before you could really begin to enjoy the feeling, he pulled that hand free and then you felt both of them guiding your legs a little further apart, though they were still between his. It was quiet enough in the room that you heard the packet tear open, and out of the corner of one eye you watched as he rolled the condom on, his eyes never leaving you as he did it.

He was building the anticipation, and even if you didn’t know whether or not it was intentional, you weren’t upset by it. Your heart was beating hard in your chest, the fingers of both hands gripping the sheets beneath your pillow as you waited. You were at his mercy and even though it should have worried you, it didn’t - there was something about the man you trusted, and it had nothing to do with how good he’d made you feel so far - and everything to do with his demeanor. So when he slipped two fingers between your legs again - that time from behind - you pushed back against them, the sound that erupted from his lips more like a surprised moan than anything else. Looks like I actually can surprise you, Javi. 

He continued to touch you, fingers sliding against your skin, the ones on the other hand stroking over your hip - and you closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in it. When he changed the angle of his hand, two fingers pushing into you, you gasped - the man’s pace picking up and a string of words that were partially in Spanish and almost too quiet to understand tumbling from his lips. Feels fucking amazing, Javi. “You’re already…” He groaned, the fingers on your leg tightening. “I wanted to make sure that -”

“I’m ready.” Releasing a breath, you opened your eyes. “Waiting, too, and -” Withdrawing his fingers, Javi moved that hand to your other hip, angling your body before saying your name again, tone low and fill of desire. “Yeah?” 

“Tell me.” Fingers curling into the bedding, you took a deep breath and told him you would, Javi lining himself up with your body and then flexing his hips forward. You wanted to move back and meet him, but forced yourself to stay still - letting him move at his own pace. Javi gave you a few seconds to adjust, holding onto your hips and then he moved again, sliding in a little further, pausing and then pushing in until he was fully sheathed by your body. “Fuck.” 

You wanted to echo the sentiment,  but before you could reply, Javi started moving, hips thrusting up and into you, the glide of him a steady pace that you could feel throughout your entire body. He was a stretch, but it felt incredible, and after only a few seconds, your lips were parted and you were panting, not worried about trying to be quiet as you took what he gave. It didn’t take long for you to begin moving your body in sync with his, bucking your lower half back to meet his movements, the sound of skin-on-skin filling your ears as his grip changed again, his hands sliding down and toward your thighs. 

It was difficult for you to form thoughts, the only thing you could focus on the sound of Javi’s quiet grunts and the way it felt as he moved. To your surprise, though, after only a few minutes, Javi’s legs urged yours closer together, the man hissing out another slew of quiet words at the increased friction from your thighs. He picked up the pace, slamming into you, and with a cry, you turned your face toward the pillow, fingers clawing at the blankets. Holy fuck, that feels good. 

He was focused on what he was doing - on the way it felt to slide in and out of you, on the low ache in his back from the motion of his hips, the give your skin beneath his hands. But Javi was also very aware of the way you were reacting to his motions - your body responding to his as you rolled your hips backwards to meet him, the way you were grasping the blankets and pulling them taut. But what really got to him was when you closed your eyes and pressed your face into the pillow, using it to muffle your cries as he picked up the pace. 

The position that you were in was one of his favorites because it gave him leverage, the opportunity to lose himself in whoever’s body he was in bed with - a chance to snap his hips against his partner’s without restraint, taking pleasure from them until he couldn’t anymore. But that night, even though it was enjoyable, simply staring down at the place he was disappearing into you, or watching the muscles of your back flex wasn’t enough. He wanted to see your face, wanted to focus on the rise and fall of your chest - he wanted to touch you, his hands trailing over the places on your skin that he could reach while he remained buried in you. But she asked for this, he reminded himself, grunting with exertion as he grounded himself, one hand firmly squeezing the muscle beneath it.

And you had - something Javi was thankful for, because it meant he didn’t have to try and guess what you wanted. But he couldn’t stop himself from slowing his pace slightly as he leaned forward, his hands moving from your body and to the bed as he curved himself over you, his lips parted as he panted out quick breaths. “What?” You moaned as the change in his position gave him the ability to hit a different spot inside you, though you quickly recovered. “What are you -”

He kissed the skin of your back again, nose nudging along ahead of his lips. He was propped up on both hands and knees, but as he flattened himself against your back, Javi lifted one hand and slid it beneath you, pulling you closer as he palmed a breast, still mouthing at your skin. It wasn’t as comfortable as it had been - and he couldn’t get as deep with each motion of his hips, but it felt better, and with the way you were trembling beneath him, the words you’d started speaking turning into nearly unintelligible sounds and moans, he figured it felt better for you, too.

You’d wanted it hard and he was more than happy to give that to you, but Javi had a feeling that you’d asked for that partially because you didn’t want to expect too much - and he knew all too well what could happen given the ability to stare into someone’s eyes during sex. He briefly thought of Helena, though he pushed her far from his mind when he heard you say his name, Javi’s own eyes screwed shut as he bit down on your shoulder, fingers curling around the flesh that he was touching. She’s not Helena. She’s not any of them, and this isn’t because… 

Grunting, Javi released your skin from his mouth and then turned his head to the side, too, nuzzling against you with his cheek for a few seconds before straightening up and pulling your body with him. This isn’t because I need something. You followed suit, lifting your head and using your forearms to support the weight of your upper body. That changed the angle for him again, Javi quickening the movement of his hips and loosening the press of his thighs against yours. He grunted as he moved, jaw locked - and then Javi pulled out abruptly, one of his hands leaving your body and going straight to his length, fingers wrapped and squeezing what he held. 

You gasped at the loss of him, head whipping to one side as you frowned. “Javi? What’s wrong.” Stroking himself, he took a few deep breaths, enjoying the fact that the palm of his hand almost immediately became slick with you. He didn’t look away though he questioned what he was about to say - the look in your eyes the only thing that motivated him to speak. “Turn over.” Your frown turned into surprised gasp, the shift of your shoulders changing - but you did as he asked, settling onto your back after pushing one pillow up and toward the headboard of the bed. He repositioned himself between your legs - his hands settled on your thighs, fingers running up and down them almost lazily. You looked incredible beneath him, head tilted to one side, an arm bent and thrown over your head, knuckles resting on the sheets and your chest rising and falling rapidly while you stared at him. Javi couldn’t believe that only a few hours earlier, you’d been laughing together on a chairlift, casually flirting while you tried to impart your knowledge of snowsports to him. What a fucking day.

“I know what you asked me for, but -” You reached out for him with both hands, one of them finding his shoulder, the other sliding over his cheek and into his hair, urging him to lean all the way forward again, and Javi stopped speaking, his eyelids drooping shut as your mouths met. But that’s not what I want right now.

He was still touching himself, though the glide of his hand slowed as the two of you kissed, the press of your bodies together making it more difficult for him to move. “Keep going, Javier.” When you broke the kiss, you moved your mouth to his ear, your voice husky with desire and your teeth dragging over the lobe. “Please.” Both hands on his lower back, you urged your hips together, dragging yours back and down at an angle, away from his body. He hissed at the sensation, only pulling back when you were settled against the mattress once more. Blindly reaching behind him, he grabbed for the pillow and then shoved it beneath the small of your back, once again giving him an angle that worked - and then he pushed back into you, not pausing before thrusting his hips forward all the way. 

That was too much for you, your eyes squeezing shut as you whimpered. Your hands scrambled across the bedding, trying to find purchase somewhere - but he was too quick for you, reaching out and taking one hand in his, fingers lacing together. Then he grabbed the other, Javi leaning forward and pushing your joined hands against the mattress, up near your shoulders. Yes, this is fucking… He groaned, a rush of air leaving his lips and spreading over your skin - and when you squeezed his hands harder, he let himself go. This is what I wanted.

Javi’s thrusts were powerful and controlled, the slap slap slap of his thighs against the backs of yours loud, and when you bent your legs at the knee to use your feet as a brace, lifting your hips further from the bed, he moaned, forehead dropping further so that he could rest it against your shoulder. He was close - the new angle everything he’d hoped for, and with another squeeze of your hands, he began to lick his way across the upper part of your chest, lips and tongue dragging over the damp - and vaguely chlorinated - surface of your skin. 

When you raised one foot, hooking the heel of it around the back of his leg as you urged him even closer, he heard his name pour from your throat in a broken cry, wrists arching as your hold on his hands tightened. Even through the condom he could feel you around him - muscles pulsing as they pulled him deeper, and so he focused on that, shortening his strokes and trying to take your cues. “Right there, Javier.” It was quiet but certain, your words spoken almost directly into his ear. “Right fucking…” You hummed, nodding, and Javi took a deeper breath, removing his mouth from your skin before settling his lips against it as he surged forward again - and then he felt you coming around him, the muscles in your thighs tensing as your foot flexed, the rest of your body freezing for long seconds and then going limp, even as your hips continued to move to meet his - though their motion slowed considerably. 

He kept going, too, smiling against your chest as he fucked you through it, his own abdominal muscles tightening. “I’m so close,” he whispered, lifting his head to find that you were watching him through half-lidded eyes, a small smile on your lips. “So close, I -” You pulled your hands free, moving them to his waist and then letting your fingers glide over his smooth, tanned skin.

“Then… whatever you need, Javier. Do it.” 

You were dazed, to say the least, at the way your body responded to the man above you. You wouldn’t have been able to come from the first position you’d been in, but that was fine. You’d planned on using your own fingers to bring yourself over the edge in an attempt to help him do the same, but when he’d requested that you flip over for him - altering the angle and the depth for both of you, everything changed. 

It seemed like he was trying to cover you completely with his body, Javi needing the contact with you despite the way things had started. Maybe I was wrong, you thought as he continued to thrust into you, hips snapping in what you could only assume was a practiced motion. Maybe he does like the connection. 

Whatever the case, it didn’t matter, because you’d already come, and that meant that Javi needed to, also. For a fleeting second, you wondered what it would feel like if there was no barrier between you - if that was what had made it necessary for him to flip you onto your back; the loss of one means of intimacy replaced with another. “Javi.” Closing your eyes, you dug your fingers into the flesh just beneath his waist, a divot in his lower back the perfect place for your fingertips. “Let me feel you.” 

He groaned again, sliding both of his hands from next to you to beneath you, urging your upper body off of the mattress and toward him, his head turning to one side so that he could press his forehead into the crook of your neck, harsh breaths heating the damp skin of your chest. The groans turned to grunts and then panting, Javi’s hold on you tightening even as your hands moved lower - not grabbing him but caressing his skin, the muscles of his ass flexing beneath your palms as he moved. 

“Can’t hear you,” he panted, lips pressed to the bottom of your throat. “Let me hear you.” You didn’t know what he wanted to hear, but before you could open your mouth to speak, Javi paused and then withdrew almost all the way, inhaling so deeply that his expanding chest pressed against yours - and then he started moving again, picking up the pace with elongated strokes. 

It caught you off guard and your body reacted to it, a gasp tumbling from your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, legs moving to tighten against his. I’m going to … he’s going to do it again. The realization hit you almost as hard as one of his thrusts, and when you felt the heat building in your lower belly, you cried out, tilting your chin down and burying it in the hair at the crown of his head. The man’s scent was all you could focus on - he smelled like the mountain air, sure, but there was something under it, too, a smoky citrus that you wanted to lose yourself in … and so you did, sighing as you gave yourself over to him a second time, pushing the thought that the time you had together was dwindling to the side and enjoying the moments you did have with him. 

It’s not over yet. You inhaled as Javier’s hips began to stutter, the man shortening his thrusts again as he opened his mouth against your skin, bottom teeth digging in just enough that you could feel them. He came with a low moan of your name and then bit down - not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to let you know that he was gone, and when his movement faltered, hips dragging along your body, you came again, too, whining at the way you shuddered beneath him, your legs actually shaking at the intensity of a second orgasm so close to the first. 

His rhythm changed but he didn’t stop moving, and even in your addled state, you appreciated his commitment to getting both of you through it, the man’s mouth releasing you as he instead pressed his lips to your throat, yours resting against his head, eyes squeezed shut. You were both breathing hard, and as you relaxed against the bed, you felt his movement slow, too, Javi keeping one arm around you as he drew the other one back and then slid it between your bodies, his fingertips glancing off of your skin as they moved lower. 

When he pulled out of you a few moments later, you realized that he’d used that hand to secure the condom in place, the man exhaling as he continued to kneel above you. “You alright?” His voice was rough, Javi clearing his throat before he tried again, leading with your name even though he barely lifted his head. “Hey.” 

“Yeah?” Bringing your hands back up and running them along his back, you lowered your head to rest against the pillow, blinking up at him. “I’m…great, Javi. You?” You didn’t know what to expect from his gaze, but when the man’s eyes came into view again, you were shocked at the emotion in them. You were little more than strangers, sure,  but Javi was looking at you with unrestrained affection, his breaths still uneven. I wonder what he sees in mine right now.  

He didn’t say anything, but he did lower his head again, his lips landing on yours and then moving down, the man tenderly kissing you. I guess that means he’s good, too. He didn’t linger, though, Javi shifting his knees and then removing his arm from around you as he climbed out of the bed, still keeping the rubber in place. He walked across the room and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and you straightened your legs, staring at your ceiling. I cannot believe… he… 

Giving yourself only a few seconds to collect your thoughts, you followed suit and got out of the bed, making your way quickly to where you’d dropped the towels. I have to wash them anyway. Using one of them to clean yourself up, you tossed it over one of the chairs next to the small desk and then wrapped the other one around yourself, still trying to calm your racing heart. You’d invited Javi to stay, but part of you believed that he wouldn’t, that despite the way he’d looked at you before getting out of the bed, he was still going to head back to his own room.. 

“You planning on getting dressed?” Javi was leaning against the bathroom’s doorframe, arms extended downward and both hands covering his body below the waist.“ Now he’s being modest. “Because then I’d feel like I have to, and sleeping in jeans is -” Oh, so that means he… 

“It might just be me in here most of the time, Javi, but I’m still not the type of wander around without clothes on.” Straightening up, you smiled at him and then bit your lip. “I was planning on getting dressed, yes. But just because I do doesn’t mean you need to.” If you stay. “I’ll be right back, alright?” He didn’t move, though, as you stepped toward him - but when you were about to step through the door, Javi’s hands rose from their position and took your face between them, turning your head enough so that you could look into his eyes. “Javi, what are -” 

“I’m not used to sharing a blanket with anyone.” He smirked, voice low. “There a second one that I can use somewhere?” You couldn’t stop the laugh you let out, eyes closing as you pointed toward the small closet. 

“Top shelf. There’s a couple.” His thumb swiped over your cheek and then he leaned in, kissing you quickly - another surprising move. “I’ll be done in two minues, Javi. Then I’ll turn the lights off, and -”

“No hurry.” He hummed. “Take your time.” As you made your way past him and into the bathroom, he said your name and then cleared his throat. “And don’t put anything on, unless you really want to.” 

You woke up a little after ten the next morning to the sound of quiet snoring, Javi’s head turned away from you on the spare pillow. You’d kept your distance during sleep, but it didn’t bother you - his presence was enough, a reminder of the way you’d shared your bodies only a few hours earlier, the man staying even though there was no real reason for him to. I’ll ask if he wants breakfast, and then … You stretched as you yawned, trying not to jostle the man too much. And then we’ll say goodbye. “Hey, Javi.” Sighing, you rubbed at your eyes. “Javi, we’ve gotta get up, it’s late.” He shifted next to you, nose wrinkling as he reached up to cover a yawn. 

“The last time I slept in this late was… fuck, I don’t even know.” Javi turned to look at you, lips pushed out into a pout. “You said you had to work at 2:30?” Telling him yes, you continued to swipe at your face, assessing the state of your body. Just a little sore. “Alright. I’ll get dressed and get back to my room. I’m sure Steve and Connie’ll show up at some point.” Just ask. All he can say is no. 

“There’s another option.” Sitting up, you used one hand to hold the comforter in place over your bare chest. “How would you feel about a free breakfast?” He stared up at you, frowning. “One of the best parts about working here is the employee dining hall, and …” You nudged him with one knee, the blanket moving slightly with the motion. “And you happen to know an employee.” That’s all it took to get him to laugh, Javi sitting up next to you and raising one hand to run his fingers through his hair, the strands completely dried and in total disarray from your fingers and the pillows. “You don’t have to agree, I just thought I’d offer. I’m gonna head down before work, but -”

“Yes.” He nodded once, amusement in his eyes. “Breakfast sounds great.” 

He didn’t know exactly why he’d agreed to breakfast, prolonging the time that the two of you spent together. He didn’t know why he was so comfortable with you, sitting across the small table with a tray that was similar to the ones that they’d had in the Embassy buildings in Colombia and the regional facility in Laredo. Food’s better though. He didn’t know what the difference was when it came to you, but he didn’t want to question it, because for the first time in a long timr, he was completely happy and at ease. 

His body was pleasantly sore, though it was a pleasurable ache in his muscles - for the most part. Calves hurt… she was right. He wasn’t going to mention it though, instead preferring to listen as you talked, interjecting whenever it was necessary and letting the conversation flow as naturally as possible. “I gotta get going, Javi. I need to take a shower before lessons, and it’s… already almost one.” You were frowning, the expression a mixture of sadness and disappointment. “I’ll walk you back to the lobby?” 

“Sure.” He stood first, gathering the trays together and then spinning to find a trash can. “Be right back.” The time away from the table gave him a few seconds to think, but when he turned around and saw you watching him with your chin propped up against your palm, he felt his throat go dry. Shit. This feels … different. In most cases, Javi didn’t linger. Sure, he stayed overnight sometimes, or let women sleep through until morning in his bed, but he didn’t do breakfast - at least not in the same sense that the two of you had. But this is vacation. It’s different. 

“I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip.” You walked slowly down the hallway and back to the lobby, a few inches of space between you. “Even if you don’t ski again, there’s plenty to do.” He swallowed hard, mind racing. Yeah, plenty. “I had a good time yesterday… and this morning.” Speaking softly, you stepped over and to the right, moving out of the flow of traffic. “I’m glad I met you, Javier.” The way you said his name - his full name - made his toes curl and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, the man committing the sound to memory. He usually corrected women when they attempted to use the whole thing as a form of forced intimacy, but with you, it seemed natural, the syllables rolling off of your tongue like you didn’t even realize how much he liked hearing it. What the fuck, Peña? “Um.” Clearing your throat, you stepped a little closer. “I don’t know how you usually … are with women, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m not expecting to see you again before you go. I know that last night was …” Fuck it. 

“I’m gonna give you my card.” He reached for his wallet, pulling it from his back pocket and thumbing through the slots. “There a pen somewhere? I’ll write my room number on the back, but this way you’ll have my actual number, too, and if you’re ever in Laredo, or just want to say hey, you can -” He saw the shock on your face, the man swallowing back the unexpected emotion rising in his throat to keep talking. “You can get ahold of me.” 

You handed him a pen, Javi scrawling his room number and his home phone number on the back of the white rectangle before holding both back out to you, your eyes flicking down to the paper you held before they made it back up to him. “You work for… you’re DEA?” 

“Yeah.” He put his hand on his hip, tilting his head to one side. “Probably should have mentioned that before we -” But you cut him off with a laugh, tucking both the pen and the card into your bag. “What?” 

“You know what?” Stepping closer, you reached out to squeeze his upper arm. “You have consistently surprised me, Javi, and that’s saying something.” Your smile growing, you let go of his arm and then crossed both of yours over your chest. “I don’t know where I’m going after Colorado, so I can’t give you a permanent number.” You paused. “But you know what room I’m in, and that’s where you can find me until April. Just call the hotel and they’ll connect you.” He nodded. “Take care of yourself, Javi. Thanks for …” You bit your lip, winking at him. “Everything.” 

He didn’t have the time to reply before you were walking in the opposite direction, heading for the bank of elevators next to the check-in area. Holy shit. He’d been doing the same thing for years - telling women goodbye somewhat abruptly, not making any promises about the future or even confirming plans or methods of additional communication. Is this how they all felt? 

He didn’t let himself dwell on it. Javi shook his head to clear it before he followed you, deciding that he also needed to take a shower before he did anything else that day.  He knew as well as anyone that sometimes a hookup was just a hookup, that one night stands were perfectly acceptable for people like him - and like you - and that a vacation was the perfect time for one. But in Colombia and Texas, if I wanted it to, it could happen again. It didn’t have to just be a one time thing.

He pressed the button and waited for the car to come back to the ground level, Javi crossing his arms and glancing up. If she wants to call, she will. He stepped into the elevator, the doors closing behind him only moments later. I gave her my number… and that’s more of an effort than usual. 

…. But when Javi, Steve and Connie left the resort two days later, all three of them heading home to prepare for Christmas - he hadn’t heard from you … and Javi hadn’t called your room, either. 

Tag list coming separately.