"What're we doing today?" Remi asked in his pink bikini that had little flowers on it. He looked up at Marcelo with his big, cute eyes that made Marcelo practically drool at how adorable he was. Marcelo smiled and pecked him softly.
"Not telling you, princess. You'll find out."
"Princess?" Remi asked, a dark blush covering his cheeks.
"Would you prefer prince?"
"I don't mind. Why'd you call me that?"
"Because it's true. You're my little princess."
Remi's blush deepened. Marcelo calling him his princess felt so sweet but so dirty at the same time. Remi wondered what it would be like if Marcelo called him that during... you know. Maybe he could build the courage to ask Marcelo to do it.
The activity boat fled across the water gracefully. Remi relaxed on Marcelo's lap with his head lying on Marcelo's bare chest. Marcelo had his arm around Remi's waist, delicately rubbing his side.
Eventually, the boat arrived at its destination. Marcelo carefully helped Remi out. Remi stood in the sand that made the ground surface around him, trying to figure out what they were doing. He didn't see anything around, however. Marcelo slowly snuck up behind him and snaked his arm around his waist before whispering, "This way."
Remi looked where Marcelo was looking as they began walking. It was then that he saw a cave-like thing in the near distance. But instead of being enclosed in the back, it was open in the front and the back to where you could walk right through.
So that's what they did.
In the open was a little station. Remi saw water floats all around, and there were Polynesian workers all around as well.
"What's this?"
"Tubing," Marcelo grinned.
"What is tubing?" Remi asked. He'd never been on fun trips like this growing up, so Marcelo wasn't surprised that he didn't know what tubing was.
"You'll see. It'll be fun, I promi—"
"Nine o'clock tubing?" Remi and Marcelo looked up upon hearing the voice of one of the workers. It was a little Polynesian woman that was standing near the very front of all of the water floats.
"Yes, ma'am," Marcelo nodded.
"Come on up."
The couple stepped up and immediately got flooded with regulations and specifics. Keep at least one hand clutching the handles on the tube at all times. Be careful not to fall off. Things of the sort. The woman gave the aura of a mother. She told Marcelo and Remi everything that she could to make sure that they'd stay safe and for a moment, Remi wondered if she was against tubing the way she was so thorough with her instructions.
"Anyone pregnant?" the woman asked, looking at Remi. "If so, I will tell the worker driving the boat that pulls your float along not to go too fast."
"O-Oh," Remi blushed and looked at Marcelo before looking back up at the woman. "No.... I-I'm not pregnant, ma'am."
The woman nodded with a sweet smile. Then, she allowed the couple to hop onto their float. A small jet ski-like boat pulled around in front of them and a man got off of it, grabbing something off of the back of the boat that looked similar to a cable and swam over to the float, hooking the cable to the front of it.
"All set?" the man asked the woman.
"All set," the woman nodded.
And soon, they were off.
The float started at a slow pace that even being slow made Remi's heart beat fast. However, as the man on the boat picked up speed, the speed made Remi's heart beat even faster, but in a good way. "Oh my gosh! This is awesome."
The float bumped against the currents and sped through waves, splashing water everywhere. Marcelo didn't miss the chance to record Remi, catching all of his facial expressions and woohoo's and yelps.
"Wave at the camera, princess," he teased. Remi blushed and looked over to see Marcelo recording him. He waved shyly.
As the float hit another bump, Remi yelped once more. Marcelo was just happy that Remi was enjoying himself. Remi'd been nonstop smiling ever since they'd arrived in Bora Bora, and that made him the happiest man in the world. When Remi was happy, he was happy.
Another bump came up. And this time, it was hard enough to dump Marcelo right off of the float, especially since he'd only had one hand on the handles because he was holding the camera in his right hand.
Gasping, Remi turned and saw Marcelo behind the float, swimming as he tried to catch up. Remi clutched at his stomach, laughing his head off. He turned slightly and held a hand out for Marcelo to grab. That wasn't very helpful however as the float suddenly rose up from the water because of how fast the boat was drifting across the water.
Remi gasped again and held on tightly as he was soaring through the air, the boat pulling him along fast. As panicked as he thought he should've been, he was having the time of his life. A huge smile was plastered on his face. He turned around and looked at Marcelo who was floating in the water looking at him, holding the GoPro up as he recorded everything. Marcelo smiled back when he saw that Remi wasn't panicking. Then, a big wave hit him out of nowhere and knocked him over which had Remi laughing even harder.
It was going to be hilarious watching everything that Marcelo'd caught on film.
Eventually, once the boat driver realized that Marcelo'd fallen off of the float, he slowed down so that Remi would be lowered back to the surface before he turned around. Marcelo climbed back onto the float soaking wet, his hair flat on his head. He was still shaking water out of his ear.
"Are you okay," Remi giggled.
"Hell no," Marcelo chuckled. "I swear there's probably water in my brain."
Remi laughed along with Marcelo and rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because I laughed really hard."
"Oh, don't worry," Marcelo said nonchalantly as he wrung his hair out with his hands. "I'm gonna get you back tonight."
Remi went silent. Marcelo's innuendos would never get old, and they made Remi excited in more ways than one. Remi blushed as he looked at Marcelo who winked and made his blush even worse.
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Sighing, Remi relaxed on his back on the boat as his legs rested in Marcelo's lap. They'd just finished tubing after Remi wanted to do it again, and again, and again, only stopping once to have a quick lunch break in the tubing cave. But now, it was starting to get late as the sun slowly settled underneath the horizon.
The final activity of the day was a small little dinner on a boat ride back to the couple's bungalow.
The couple both settled with a light meal: beef and lamb skewers with Bora Bora's coconut water. They both wanted to eat lightly because they knew if they had a heavy meal, they'd be asleep before the sun was able to set.
Remi was amazed. He'd never seen an actual coconut beverage with water inside of an actual coconut; he thought that it only existed in movies. Marcelo was quick to assure him that coconut beverages were indeed a real thing. And Remi was more than excited to try it.
"This is so good," he said as he took another sip of the water. Or at least he thought it was only water. "It's got a nice kick to it. Is that the coconut?"
"Yeahhhh... and a wee bit of vodka."
Remi scoffed with a smile and playfully slapped Marcelo on the shoulder. "You jerk! Trying to get me drunk?"
Marcelo grinned. He was glad that Remi didn't take it badly. His intentions weren't bad, honest. He just wanted to surprise Remi. Reason being was that he thought that Remi would notice the vodka way sooner.
"Of course not, princess," Marcelo winked.
"You're not gonna let that nickname go, are you?"
"Why? You don't like it?"
"No, I do. It's cute... in moderation."
"Okay, princess."
Remi shook his head in amusement and looked away. For some reason—even though Marcelo was using the it to annoy him—the nickname turned Remi on the same way it had earlier. Remi didn't know what it was about Marcelo calling him princess. Maybe it was Marcelo's tone. Or, maybe it was the way that Marcelo looked at him as he said it.
But whatever it was, it made Remi hot inside, it filled him up with butterflies made of fire, and it made him think all about his previous fantasies of the nickname that he'd had earlier.
Too soon, Remi and Marcelo finished their dinner. They still had a few minutes until they arrived back at their bungalow, however. Marcelo was suspicious. Remi hadn't said a word to him since the whole princess conversation. He looked to be deep in thought.
"What's on your mind?" Marcelo questioned. Remi fidgeted with his fingers, not looking up nor answering. "Look at me." Again, nothing. "Teo, you know how I feel about you ignoring me. Don't be a brat right now. Tell me what's wrong," Marcelo said, his voice suddenly changing as he sat his hand on Remi's thigh.
"Nuuu," Remi murmured, keeping his eyes down. He felt so ashamed because of what he was thinking. He couldn't even look Marcelo in the eyes.
"Te—"
"Alright, buddies. Here we are," the activity guide said as he pulled the boat up to Marcelo and Remi's bungalow.
Marcelo nodded and thanked the guide politely before murmuring in a demanding voice for Remi to get up and go into the bungalow. He loved it when Remi crossed over to his sub personality. It was adorable to him. But, when Remi's brat side came out, it made Marcelo angry in a sexual way.
Remi rushed into the bungalow and scurried into the bathroom, nervous to face Marcelo.