Ask and I'll Tell

Chapter 2-2

RJ and Pad headed toward baggage claim. “So, where you staying, Pad?”

“I hadn’t booked a place yet. A lot of the good hotels were a little pricey so I though I’d wait until I got here to scope the city out.”

RJ frowned. “Well, let’s get our bags, drop them off at my hotel, and then we can talk to my buddy—maybe he knows a place or two.”

Pad followed. The airport bustled with tourists and locals. PA announcements in Thai, he presumed, and heavily accented English blasted. After they collected their luggage, RJ approached a taxi driver and negotiated a fare to his hotel.

What should have been a forty-five minute ride lasted two hours as their taxi battled with every type of vehicle out there: three-wheeled vehicles, called tuk-tuks; overloaded buses spewing out diesel fumes; trucks hauling large trailers; and farm trucks hauling animals to the markets. All of them taking the constructed four-lane roads and making them eight-lane highways.

After the two-hour ordeal was over, they approached RJ’s resort. When Pad booked the hotel for RJ back on base, he hadn’t envisioned how nice it actually was until that moment. Fountains lined the hotel lobby, the water reflecting off gold-lined walls, as overhead ceiling fans and palm trees inside enhanced the tropical setting. The hotel staff wore traditional Thai clothing and nodded in greeting to RJ as he approached the reception desk.

Pad stood by their bags, while RJ checked in. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but saw RJ shake his head a few times until almost half-an hour later RJ walked back to Pad.

“Can you believe that the hotel gave my room away?” RJ grinned.

“What? I made sure it was confirmed.”

“Yeah, that’s not the problem. Front desk said they were overbooked.”

“So why are you happy, Lieut—sorry, RJ?”

“For the screw up, they bumped me up to a suite for the stay.”

“Whoa! I want to see!”

“Let’s go then.” RJ grabbed his rollaway as Pad grabbed his own. An elevator host checked RJ’s room key and rang for the lift. When they made it to the fourteenth floor, and approached the suite, the door opened as a Thai woman wearing traditional dress greeted them both.

“Welcome,” she said, folding her hands and nodding her head in the traditional greeting. “May I help you with your bags?”

“We’re good,” RJ said.

The suite included a kitchen with granite countertops and stainless steel sink and appliances. The living room contained a couch, traditional Thai art, and silk drapes. Pad noticed it had two bedrooms.

“Well, that settles it, buddy. You’re staying in the smaller room over there, while I get the larger room.”

“Um,” Pad interrupted. “I can’t afford to stay here.”

RJ ignored him, and opened his wallet, offering a gratuity to the Thai hostess.

“Sawadee Ka. Thank you,” she said, placing her palms together as she did a slight nod again of her head to RJ.

After she left, RJ spoke. “Don’t be silly, man. I got this suite as a free upgrade, so you’re staying. Unless you actually have a hotel room or you can’t stand the sight of me, I don’t see why you can’t just say ‘thank you,’ and be happy.”

Pad grinned. “Thanks, RJ. I’ll stay out of your way.”

“Dude, nonsense. What goes on in Thailand, stays in Thailand. We’re partying.”

RJ started taking off his shirt as he headed to his bedroom. “I’m taking a shower, and I’ll call my buddy and figure out what we’re doing. Be ready in an hour.”

“Okay,” Pad answered. Pad noticed that RJ left his bag by the entrance so he brought the luggage closer to RJ’s bedroom door. As he did so, he caught RJ near his bathroom, pushing down his shorts and underwear in one motion. His monster free, RJ yanked his c**k, and jerked the foreskin back. Pad stared, mesmerized, his mouth partially open, as he saw RJ’s c**k go hard.

RJ turned and caught him.

Pad’s face hot, the blood rushed to his neck. RJ smiled, but didn’t say anything as he stepped into the bathroom to take a shower.

* * * *

RJ let the hot shower cascade on his body, then grabbed the soap and removed the wrapper.

Well, if that didn’t confirm it, what does?

He had suspected for a while that Pad had a crush on him: the way he acted in the pool, sometimes at the gym, how Pad stammered at times around him.

Lately, he tried to force Pad’s hand to see what he did. As much as RJ wanted to, the Air Force had rules about socializing between the ranks. What made it worse, the military training commander in Saudi was Army. Enlisted and commissioned officers didn’t go to each other’s clubs, much less hang out together. Then, there was “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.”

RJ laughed to himself as the water pelted his face, washing away the memories of the long flight from Dhahran. He always thought Pad was cute. Definitely the hottest guy on base. Also, Pad’s easygoing demeanor gave him an all-American awe-shucks appeal. When Pad smiled, he did so warmly. RJ wished he had confirmed that Pad had these feelings for him before today.

What does it matter if I had known before? I couldn’t act on it without jeopardizing my career.

He hadn’t had any man-to-man s*x since he arrived in the desert. Although his fellow officers tried to pressure him by setting him up with a couple of nurses from the local hospitals, he lied and told them he had a girlfriend back home.

Thinking about Pad made him horny.

Glad I paid for the upgrade for the suite.

RJ knew that if he told Pad that he paid for the upgrade, Pad wouldn’t have stayed with him. He was glad now that he sprung for the space especially since he’d confirmed that Pad liked him.

RJ closed his eyes, remembered how Pad appeared earlier, his mouth frozen open, and imagined Pad on his knees taking his d**k in his mouth. RJ pulled his foreskin back slightly and pumped his d**k with his left hand, slowly at first, then put more soap on his p***s. He imagined Pad’s mouth, how Pad would look, with those brown eyes, while sucking RJ’s schlong. He pictured yanking Pad’s hair as he slid his d**k in and out of his mouth.

Wonder if he’s ever had his ass f****d.

He flashed back to when he surprised Pad in the shower at the pool a couple of weeks before the trip, when Pad dropped the soap. RJ remembered Pad’s pink, almost hairless hole, framed by his symmetrical bubble butt.

His fist jerked faster.

Aaagh.

That did it. His jizz splattered on the bathroom wall. RJ moved forward to catch his breath and slapped his d**k against the wall. He imagined Pad’s face in place of it with his ruby lips, puckered like a small p***y, wrapped around his f**k stick.

Pad, I hope you know your ass is mine.

* * * *

Pad shook his head. He couldn’t believe what he just saw. Now he worried RJ would turn him in. He didn’t want to be thrown out of the military. He had one year left and wanted to get military tuition assistance.

He walked over to the bedroom that RJ said he could have. It was smaller than RJ’s, but the room was nicer than any room he had growing up, and better than any military dorm room he had been assigned. The bed had silk pillows of red and gold. He couldn’t tell what the comforter was made of, but it appeared light, almost sheer. Matching drapes in the living room covered the window overlooking the Chao Phraya River. A Jacuzzi sat to his left, before the entrance to the shower, and a dual sink bathroom in marble beckoned straight ahead. He scanned but couldn’t find the television, but a remote laid on the nightstand. Curious, he grabbed it and pushed the power button. The dresser in front of him made a sound, and the TV monitor rose up.

Pad whistled a Lady Gaga tune he couldn’t get out of his head. He couldn’t believe it, and threw himself on the bed, bounced as much as he could. The bed, soft, but firm felt better than any rack he’d slept on since he signed up in the Air Force.

He unpacked. Unlike RJ, he had to bring two suitcases. One contained all his military uniforms. The other contained his civilian clothes and some toiletries. He walked over to the Jacuzzi and realized he didn’t know how to run it. He stripped his clothes off instead and stepped in the shower. His eyes shut, he thought about RJ in the next room. In the past eight months, he studied his lieutenant’s body. No fat, amazing abs. RJ’s quad muscles were defined, and when RJ did pull-ups at the gym, his back rippled.

Pad sighed.

What the hell am I thinking? RJ’s out of my league. He’s not even gay.

He ran the water for a long time, thinking about the freedom he felt for leaving Saudi, and his mind drifted to RJ. His d**k got hard and he wanted badly to jerk himself off but figured he’d do that later. He turned off the water, stepped out, and dried his face, arms, then legs, wrapping the towel as he walked out.

“Hey, buddy! That was a f*****g long shower. Did you just polish one off?”

Pad gulped, shocked that RJ plopped himself on Pad’s bed, wearing a fresh shirt, but same shorts and sandals. He didn’t have anything to say. He’d never heard RJ talk to him like this before.

RJ flashed a big smile. “Pad, c’mon. Lighten up. I called my friend, Chaz. He’s expecting us, man.”

“All right. I’m hurrying.” Pad grabbed some clothes and ducked into the bathroom.

“Really? You’re being bashful, after you and I have showered at the pool?”

Pad didn’t answer but closed the door, tried to calm down as his heart beat fast.

I hope I didn’t make a mistake coming here.