The Muse: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  The question seemed less consequential the longer he needed to pee. He would consider the practicality of the estate’s design when he was safely on a flight back to New York.

  Crossing the surprisingly cold sand barefoot, he spotted what had to be a communal bathroom. Entering, he was right. The interior was both modern and luxurious, though, at that moment, he would have settled for a hole in the ground. Relieving himself and turning his mind towards his escape, he left the bathroom and headed back to his room.

  “Devlin!” He heard someone yell from behind.

  Turning, he spotted Sergio. Heat pulsed through his body. He searched Sergio’s face for anger. He found none. Perhaps his wife hadn’t told him about their indiscretion.

  “Listen, Devlin, I wanted to apologize about last night,” he began as he approached.

  “Apologize? For what?” Devlin asked sincerely.

  “I might have been a bit of an asshole when we spoke. I know that you came down here to convince me to purchase your companies. I wasn’t respectful of that. Your companies have value. That’s why I instructed my board to do the research they had.

  “I’m simply a little apprehensive about the structure of the deal. You are requesting a lot of stock in my company in exchange. With each part of my company that I give away, I retain less control. I’m not willing to give up something so dear to me to just anybody.” Sergio paused and smiled. “My wife tells me that I have trust issues.”

  Staring at Sergio, Devlin was starting to see a way of resetting things. “That’s okay. How about if we say that whatever happened before right now, is the past? From this moment we create a new future?”

  Sergio smiled. “I would like that. A new beginning.” Sergio offered Devlin his hand and Devlin gripped it firmly. “Now, how about you get dressed and join me for breakfast. I was going to head out on the boat today. If you want to come with me, you’re going to need to fill up.”

  “Will do,” Devlin said before heading back to his room.

  ‘What was going on?’ Devlin asked himself confused. Ava couldn’t have mentioned what had gone on between the two, and it didn’t seem that Sergio had figured it out. How long could he get away with this? Would it be long enough for Devlin to close the deal? Devlin decided that there was only one way to find out.

  When Devlin arrived at breakfast he saw someone he wasn’t expecting. Ava was there. Wearing her beach coverall and bikini, she sat at Sergio’s side watching Devlin as he approached. Devlin wavered under the prickly heat of her gaze. But unwilling to be deterred, Devlin took a seat opposite the two and waited for the server to bring him his meal.

  It was practically a feast. Devlin walked away stuffed. Instructed to change into something a little more yacht worthy, Devlin left and then met the two at the familiar SUV. The couple was seated in the backseat so Devlin joined the driver in the front. They were being driven by the man who had picked him up from the airport.

  “How are you all doing on this fine day?” the driver asked.

  “We’re doing fine, Alfred. We’re heading to the yacht club,” Sergio said.

  Devlin remained quiet during the short trip there. Occasionally he would peer into the rearview mirror. The moment he did, Ava’s eyes would bounce up and lock with his. He would then immediately look away. He wasn’t sure what type of game she was playing, but he had no time for it with a billion dollars on the line.

  Walking down the dock to the yacht, Devlin was impressed. “What type of boat is it?” He asked.

  Sergio looked at him with a smirk. “The kind that sails,” he said sarcastically. “I like to rent it whenever I’m down. There is no more beautiful water than the ones around these islands. It’s no wonder that this island became the first center of trade in the new world.”

  Devlin’s attention piqued when he heard mention of the “new world”. This was his favorite topic. He had always been fascinated with that time in history. It was practically a dream come true for him to now be sailing the same seas that Blackbeard and Calico Jack did. To Devlin, these were legends.

  “Good morning,” the man dressed in a captain’s uniform said as the three boarded the seventy-foot sailing yacht.

  “Good morning,” Devlin and the others replied.

  “If it is okay with you, we’ll cast off in ten minutes,” the captain said to Sergio.

  “That would be fine,” Sergio agreed.

  Devlin left the couple and explored the upper deck. The boat was beautiful. Not having come from money, Devlin had taken up sailing at University. He had always imagined himself making billion-dollar deals while sailing on a yacht. Now it was a reality. And looking out at the perfect blue water that curved into the horizon, his reality was even better than his fantasy.

  When the boat set sail, Devlin imagined what it would be like if this was his yacht. He imagined himself instructing the captain or even better manning the wheel himself. He was sure that he could learn how to sail a ship like this. He considered how amazing it would be if he did.

  “So, do you want to tell me about your deal again?” Sergio asked approaching him from behind.

  Devlin turned staring into Sergio’s eyes. His first impression had been correct. Sergio was a very good looking man.

  “I would like that. But, of course, how could I not? After all, I am one of those “sales types”,” Devlin said with a smile.

  Sergio laughed. “We both know you are,” he said jokingly.

  Devlin dove into his presentation again. This time Sergio seemed more receptive. Although he liked Sergio’s new attitude, Devlin wondered why it had changed.

  The conversation continued unforced until one of the deck hands handed them drinks. After that, they retreated to the couch. The conversation picked up again until Ava arrived and sat next to Sergio. Feeling her staring at him, Devlin stammered to a stop ending their conversation. An awkward silence followed.

  Seeming to enjoy the awkwardness she had caused, Ava leaned over and touched her husband’s shoulder. “Do you know where we should take him, Dear? We should take him to Blackbeard’s tower.”

  As uncomfortable as Devlin was feeling, it all suddenly disappeared as his ears perked up. “What’s that?” He asked eagerly.

  “It’s somewhere we like to go sometimes,” Sergio explained. “Ava knows that I have a bit of an obsession with all things pirate related.” Sergio turned to Ava. “We wouldn’t want to bore our guest. He wouldn’t be interested in anything like that,” Sergio told her.

  “I’m sorry, what’s Blackbeard’s tower?” Devlin asked with building anticipation.

  Sergio’s eyes locked on Devlin’s trying to figure him out. “Are you familiar with the pirate Blackbeard?”

  “Absolutely. I am a bit of a pirate fanatic myself. Nassau was his mainstay,” Devlin explained.

  Sergio’s eyes widened. “Exactly. And it turns out that he built a tower so that his men could keep watch of the harbor. It still exists. The locals call it Blackbeard’s tower and as amazing of a spot as it is, it’s buried deep in the bush. Hardly anyone knows about it.”

  “It’s on Nassau?” Devlin asked surprised. “It’s on the opposite end of the island. We can stop there if you want,” Sergio offered.

  Devlin could barely contain himself. He knew he had to remain cool but this was beyond a dream come true. He had spent half of his childhood either pretending to be a pirate or reading about them.

  “You don’t know how much I would like that,” Devlin explained.

  Sergio looked at Devlin with the enthusiasm of a twelve-year-old. “Then we’ll have to go.”

  The two men got along incredibly well after that. As they sailed around the island, they tested each other on their knowledge of pirate trivia. Sergio knew quite a bit, but he was no match for Devlin. What Sergio did win, though, was their comparison of pirate memorabilia. With all of Devlin’s money wrapped up in his two companies, the only thing Devlin could afford was an authentic pirate sword from 1789. Sergio, on the
other hand, described a room full of artifacts. Just hearing about it made Devlin sexually aroused.

  “That’s amazing!” Devlin said looking at Sergio in a new light.

  “I’ll have to show you some time.”

  “I would like that,” Devlin said realizing that he had become lost in Sergio’s eyes. “Are we, here?” Devlin asked trying to not to look like a teenage girl with a crush.

  Sergio looked around. They had docked. “We’re close. It’s about a half mile away. We’ll walk from here.”

  The path to Blackbeard’s tower was more treacherous than Devlin had imagined. It wasn’t the jungle that made it treacherous, it was the street that lacked sidewalks. As he walked, Devlin chuckled thinking that if they were hit by a car, a fraction of the world’s wealth would be wiped out in an instant. It was a completely unnecessary risk, but how could he not take the risk considering that he would get to see Blackbeard’s tower?

  “It’s down there,” Sergio said as they approached a small path between two bush-lined yards.

  Standing on the outside, Devlin looked down the path. It wasn’t much of a path, but it looked like that at one point it had been covered in asphalt. That was many years ago, though. Now it was just a hollowed out space with vines hanging down like snakes. It creeped Devlin out but there was no way he wasn’t going in.

  Sergio took the lead with his wife right behind him. Heading up the rear, Devlin kept looking back to ensure that the trees wouldn’t swallow him. The vines seemed to hiss and reach for him, but that was it. After two hundred feet and more foliage than Devlin had walked through in decades, they poured out onto a clearing with a stone tower rising up from the ground below.

  “Welcome to Blackbeard’s tower,” Sergio said as he turned around and smiled.

  Devlin wasn’t sure if he had ever been this excited. He felt like a kid again. “Can we go inside?” He asked as if he were asking his dad.

  “No one has stopped us yet,” Sergio replied with the same childlike innocence.

  Devlin circled the round structure. It was a little less than twenty feet wide and on the backside was an entrance. Inside there were wooden stairs, but over a hundred and fifty years old, the wood looked rotted.

  “Is it safe?” Devlin asked.

  “The stairs? No. But that hasn’t stopped me yet,” Sergio admitted.

  Devlin stepped forward and tested the first step. After it held, he stepped up testing the next. Each passing the test, Devlin ascended higher. Eventually stepping onto the stone upper platform, Devlin walked around imagining the infamous Captain Blackbeard standing where he stood. His heart thumped with excitement. He barely knew what to do with himself.

  When Sergio joined him at his side, Devlin looked at him and considered kissing him. He wasn’t sure where that impulse had come from but it was strong. He could kiss Sergio on Blackbeard’s tower. How epic would that be?

  Devlin felt his cock grow hard thinking about it. What made Devlin harder still was the way Sergio looked back at him. The billionaire who had spent the night before telling him how horrible he was for being a “sales type,” was now looking at him like he wanted to be kissed. What was going on? Devlin had no explanation. But at the same time, he wasn’t complaining about it either.

  “What are you two doing up there?” Ava asked from below.

  “Why don’t you come up and find out?” Sergio suggested.

  “You know I’m not going to,” she said bitterly.

  Sergio turned to Devlin. “She’s afraid of heights.”

  “Then she definitely doesn’t want to be up here,” Devlin confirmed.

  “We’ll be down in the second,” Sergio replied.

  Sergio looked at Devlin again with a devilish smile. He really did look like he wanted to be kissed. Pulling away, though, he ran his fingers across the carved initials in stone walls.

  “It’s amazing isn’t it?” Sergio asked.

  “I think it will be the most amazing thing I do all year. I think I could die right now and be happy.”

  “Hold that thought. We still have to get down,” Sergio joked.

  In spite of Sergio’s warning, both men descended the stairs without issue. While Devlin continued to admire the structure, Sergio retreated to his wife wrapping his arm around her. The tower had aroused Sergio as much as it had Devlin. Kissing his wife’s cheek, the two looked like they needed to get a room.

  “Should we go?” Devlin asked the two.

  Sergio looked over at Devlin and smiled. “Let’s.”

  Devlin followed the two back down the dense path and then onto the street. Feeling the wind of the passing cars as they walked, it was a miracle they arrived at the dock safely. Crossing the dock and re-boarding the ship, the excitement of everything had put Devlin into an amorous mood.

  Casting off, the captain redirected the ship to their original destination, Rose Island. An hour later they had arrived. Lacking a dock, the three took a dinghy to shore. And more relaxed than he had been, Sergio scooped his wife into his arms and jumped into the water still clothed. Not wanting to be left out, Devlin whipped off his shirt and dove in after them.

  Although the two were very involved with each other, when they got the chance, each would glance back at Devlin giving him a look. Ava’s seemed to make reference to their night together, while Sergio’s seemed flirtatious. Devlin didn’t know which he enjoyed more. Ava was gorgeous, but Devlin had to admit that Sergio was extremely hot as well.

  Devlin certainly wasn’t gay, but he had always thought that some men were just hot. Their hard bodies and chiseled faces were beautiful by any measure. And the thought of holding one of those hot guys in his arms and slowly sliding his cock into them had been something that Devlin had often fantasized about. He wasn’t sure if that was what Sergio was suggesting with his glances, but everything about the day had planted that thought in Devlin’s mind.

  The three splashed around in the water and talked. As they did, Devlin realized that there was quite a bit more to Sergio than just being a businessman. Like Devlin, he was practically a fanboy for all things pirates. But past that, he could also relate to Sergio’s mistrust of people. The more they talked, the more Devlin realized that Sergio had secrets. It wasn’t something that Sergio mentioned directly, but Devlin’s guess was that the secrets had to do with his feelings towards men.

  “Do you ever feel that there’s something about you that you can’t tell anyone else?” Sergio asked Devlin when Ava took a swim down the beach.

  Devlin stared at Sergio wondering what exactly he was referring to. “Sometimes. What about you?”

  Sergio looked away pretending to search the sea floor. “I do. Sometimes there are things that I want to scream to the heavens. There are things I want the whole world to know. But men like you and I are in positions where we can’t show weakness. It’s easy to be trapped by your own success.”

  Sergio looked up and stared at Devlin. When their eyes met, Devlin’s heart fluttered. He was sure he knew what Sergio was talking about. Wading just a few feet from him, Devlin desperately wanted to step over, grabbed him and lock his lips on Sergio’s. It took everything in him not to.

  “Yeah. It can be hard,” Devlin agreed. “There are so many things that men like us have to push away even when it’s standing in front of us,” Devlin said as his heart raced.

  The two men stared at each other bobbing forward as if fighting for the courage to do what they so desperately wanted to do. And just when it seemed that Devlin had found his nerve, the spell was broken by the approaching splashes of Sergio’s wife, the woman he had made love to the night before.

  With guilt and confusion now stirred into his feelings, Devlin backed off. Why had he had sex with Sergio’s wife? It had made everything a mine field. Devlin had to pull himself together. He had to remember why he was there. This was a business trip and a billion dollars were on the line.

  This time it was Devlin’s turn to swim away. A hundred feet down the beach he s
tood. Looking back, he caught Sergio looking at him. It made his heart race.

  When Sergio quickly looked away, Devlin wondered what Sergio was thinking. His cock grew hard considering the possibilities but Devlin knew that he had to pull himself together. The rest of his life depended on what he would do next. He had to fight off whatever it was that he felt and remain focused.

  Devlin left the water and spent the next hour exploring the island. Not only was the water crystal clear but the sand was a perfect shade of cream. Along with the endless groove of palms and coconut trees, this was as close to an island paradise as anyone could get.

  Returning to the beach, Devlin spotted his two hosts sitting in the dinghy. Knowing that it was time to go, Devlin headed to it and got in.

  The three were silent as they motored back to the yacht. The mood had changed. Devlin couldn’t quite put his finger on how, but something had shifted and now Devlin was scared to speak.