Page 35 of Mistletoe and Mayhem
“Really? What kind of plans?” Dorian asked, tracking the motion as Kian dried himself off. He wanted to be the one with his hands on his mate.
Patience. Once the sunblock was brought to him, he could indulge and prank Kian at the same time.
“It’s a surprise. But I promise by the end of it, you’ll definitely be relaxed.”
Dorian’s eyebrow quirked, and he got the feeling whatever Kian had planned was dirty in some way. He wasn’t going to say no to that.
“Mr. Dorian? You requested more sunblock?”
Dorian turned to Mickey, accepting the bottle with a smile. “Thank you, Mickey. I appreciate all your help.”
“Mhmm,” Mickey nodded, trying and failing to look innocent as he added, “If you need any more help, just let me know. I’m good at–” His eyes darted to Kian, and he plastered on a big smile– “Uh… caring for my patrons. Just call if you need me.”
Chapter Five
Kian tried really hard not to laugh, but they were so obvious it was a little sad. He needed to teach his straight laced mate how to prank properly. His attempts were adorable, but so mild, they could barely even be considered pranks. And Mickey was even worse. His eyes kept darting to the sunblock and then away again, basically pointing big neon signs at whatever Dorian’s next prank involved.
He loved that Dorian was so insistent about Kian being himself and getting back to his pranking ways, but he’d been having too much fun watching Dorian’s attempts at pranking him to pull any pranks of his own.
Well, if they wanted him to play that bad, he could definitely do that.
“Thanks, Mickey. We’ll let you know if we need anything else,” Dorian choked out, shooting a nervous look at Kian before masking it with a smile. Kian just raised an eyebrow at him. What was it about making his mate squirm that was so much fun?
As Mickey scurried off, Dorian swung his legs over the side of his lounger, reaching for the sunblock. “It’s been a while since you reapplied, dearheart. We should probably–”
“What’s that?” Kian barked, pointing over Dorian’s shoulder.
Dorian looked automatically with a frown, giving Kian the time to switch out the bottle with one he summoned from their room. He’d look at that later.
“I don’t see anything.”
“Huh. I thought I saw a mermaid,” Kian commented, then shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. All the famous ones are on tour right now.”
He wasn’t entirely sure if that was true, but he knew Dorian wouldn’t be aware either way, so he went with it. Dorian let it go, grabbing the sunblock with too much eagerness to play innocent. Kian stretched out on his lounger, a smirk pulling at his lips as Dorian set to work reapplying the lotion to his skin. Kian watched out of barely cracked eyes as Dorian’s face fell, and he studied the bottle a little closer with a frown.
“Is something wrong?” Kian drawled.
Blinking rapidly, Dorian hurriedly set the bottle back down, giving his full attention to making sure Kian was covered. “No, of course not. So what time is the planned activity for tomorrow?”
He’d originally planned it for the afternoon, but Kian was going to change that now. Whatever was in that bottle, he was using it on Dorian. If he wanted his mate to suffer the consequences of pranking him, then whatever he’d thought up was going to be on him all day long.
“A couples massage?”Dorian asked as Kian pulled him into a room specifically set out for them.
“Sort of. There was no way I was letting anyone else touch you, so there’s a recording to lead us through it. We’ll be massaging each other.”
The resort was obviously used to mates, because they offered the recording-led massages on their website so couples could share the experience without interruption. They’d be charged extra for any bodily fluid clean up, but Kian didn’t care about that. He’d pay the price if it meant making Dorian melt, then scream in quick succession.
The bottle of sunblock that Dorian had tried to prank him with was hidden in Kian’s pocket, but Dorian was none the wiser, looking delighted at the prospect of mutual massages.
“You first,” Kian insisted. He didn’t want Dorian getting handsy and distracting him before he could put his prank into motion. You know, after he fucked him senseless.
With a happy hum, Dorian stripped naked and laid on the massage table, the sheets already set up and bottles of oils lined on a small table next to it. The recording was queued up and ready, and next to it was a sound system where he could pick soft music to play. He poked around a bit, finding a good one, then casually set the sunblock next to the oils as he picked each bottle up and smelled it to decide on the best one.
“How about this one?” he asked, letting Dorian have a sniff. It was something called serenity and had hints of almond and vanilla that he thought Dorian would enjoy.
“Mm. Smells good.”
For a little while, he just focused on Dorian and making him feel good. Despite spending most of the week relaxing, there were still tense areas in his shoulders and back that needed some love and attention. He felt each knot as it relaxed and smirked at the groans that escaped his mate as he slowly melted into the bed.
