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Boy on a Mission Chapter 5
I took my time packing. I usually do, but I really took my sweet time this time. I had to. A lot's riding on this trip and I'm freaking out, rightfully so. Like, I have to make sure I don't fuck anything up because one wrong mistake would put my entire mission in jeopardy. The last thing I need right now is for my clumsy ass to make a wrong move and show Mr. Hart how foolish I was in trying to get in bed with him. No, ma'am. Every step I took and am going to take will be calculated thoroughly.
I looked at my massive suitcase and thought if what I packed would be enough. Realistically, yes, it would, but this is me we're talking about here. I needed to be prepared. I made sure to bring necessities such as my skincare products, warm clothes and a bunch of underwear. Of course, a few lucky jockstraps of mine were going to accompany me on this trip. Give Mr. Hart a bit of a show if it comes down to it. At this point, I don't really think that I'm thinking too far ahead. I just really need everything to be perfect!
Archie,' Julian poked his head in the doorway of my room. Amanda's here.'
Right, Amanda. I invited her to come along because...well, I might not have been entirely truthful to myself? This confidence thing that I have going on? I hate to say it, but that mask is easily cracked. In case none of this worked out, I wasn't gonna spend my vacation brooding like a miserable middle aged man. I don't necessarily think I'm a bad friend for inviting Mandy to keep me company, though, because I didn't do it solely for that reason. Amanda has always wanted to go to Japan and I'm presenting a chance to her on a silver platter. Undoubtedly, she was very eager and agreed to come, thanking me so much in the process. I was genuinely happy that she agreed to come with, but I was happier after seeing how excited she got whenever we spoke about the trip.
I walked down the massive staircase and greeted Mandy at the foyer. Her attire screamed `tourist' and it made me laugh. Imagine a stereotypical tourist and you'll get what I'm saying.
`It's going to be freezing when we land, Mandy.'
`For real?'
`I told you like a week ago!' I laughed harder.
Julian came about to greet Amanda, too and shook her hand. Amanda was a bit shy around my brother--she's always been, and I could easily tell what the hell was going on. It's not like Amanda was ever subtle about it. I knew she was down hard for Julian, just like how I was for Mr. Hart. I remember the first time they met when she came over to work on an assignment with me last semester and asked if Julian was single. However, she never really acted upon her desires like I did--am and currently doing--with Mr. Hart, but we are similar in a way. Two peas in a pod, I guess. I wonder if that is why we work so well together.
I asked Amanda to wait in the kitchen or living room while I attempted to close my suitcase shut because that was going to take some time and energy. I quickly ran upstairs to my room to do so and managed to seal it after a few attempts and awkward positions of me sitting on my suitcase. I let out a huge huff and went downstairs and waited for Dad and Julian with Amanda.
The two of us sat in the common area near the foyer after putting our luggage in the vehicle. We sipped juice and went through our phones to pass time. As I was scrolling through social media, liking pictures and videos, a staff member came into the room and informed me that Mr. Hart had arrived. I almost choked on the pineapple juice I was drinking.
`Mr. Hart?' I asked, just to be sure, because I thought I was going crazy for a second.
The butler nodded and not a moment later, Mr. Hart came into view. I got up immediately upon seeing him.
`Mr. Hart!' I said, shocked by his appearance.
He looked at Amanda and I and smiled before nodding and thanking the staff member.
`I do hope I'm not late.'
`Uh, you're not, but I didn't know you'd be going with us.'
Ah, yes,' he replied. It was a last minute decision and I only told your father last night.'
His expression changed and he was now looking at me apologetically, `I'm sorry for the abrupt change. I really hope that's okay with you, Archie.'
There's just something about the way he says my name that just makes me want to combust.
I was still in a state of shock because, hello? Why wouldn't I be? I knew Mr. Hart would be coming but I genuinely had no idea he'd be flying WITH us. Now, don't get me wrong, because I'm super excited and my joy tank's filled to the brim right now because of this, but I'm still shocked, like damn Dad. You didn't think to tell me when you woke me up this morning? Whatever. I was taken aback, but nevertheless, this was a very, very pleasant surprise and I'm all here for it.
Mr. Hart was wearing a gray turtleneck under a black trench coat with a pair of dark brown trousers that were houndstooth-patterned. His designer watch glimmered as it reflected the sunlight from the window and his hair was neatly combed as per his usual, casual style. Fuck, how am I even going to think about how to execute my plan when this handsome beast is going to be on my mind the entire journey?
Okay, calm down, Archie.
I cleared my throat and took a few steps towards him.
`Of course, sir. I was just surprised,' I went in for a hug.
I think we're already at a point where hugs are okay as a greeting. He did it last time, so I should be able to as well.
He returned my embrace with a couple pats on the back and we parted, but not before I could take a silent whiff of his cologne. The same one that he had on when I stayed over at his house. This is bad. I was getting horny real quick.
Thankfully, Amanda came to my rescue as she greeted Mr. Hart with a firm handshake while thanking him for allowing us to stay the night when we did. He flashed her his charming smile and I felt a strange feeling in my chest.
Again, calm down, Archie. Relax. It's just a smile. No need to be jealous. Mr. Hart's smile isn't reserved just for you.
It should be, though.
A couple of minutes passed by and we were joined by Dad and Julian. Dad and Julian said their hellos to Mr. Hart and we all bid farewell to Cynthia as she wouldn't be joining us due to her picking up some extra classes. The five of us then headed to the airport. I sat shotgun as I needed some time to think without much interruption, and seeing Mr. Hart would interfere with that. Dad and Mr. Hart were seated in the back seat along with Amanda who was at the far back of the van, living her best life. The driver, Mr. Bailey, looked over at me when we stopped at a traffic light and asked if I was okay. I told him I was and he pointed out the formed lines between my eyes.
`Just thinking about some things.'
Dad and Mr. Hart were deep in conversation so they most likely couldn't even or didn't care to hear us talking.
Mr. Bailey waggled his brows and a sly grin formed on his wrinkled face, `Am I correct to assume that you're thinking about Miss Jones back there?'
I rolled my eyes in a good natured fashion, `Gross, Mr. Bailey.'
The driver let out a chuckle and I couldn't help but giggle as well.
I'm gay, sir,' I jokingly did the limp wrist motion. And you've known me for, what, 16 years?'
I only meant to tease,' he smiled as he stepped on the gas when the light turned green. Would it be too bold of me to ask if you've found somebody?'
`Not you, too,' I groaned.
`It's an honest question, Archibald.'
I sighed, `No, sir. Very single at the moment.'
My eyes went to the rearview mirror and I saw Mr. Hart laughing with Dad. I only hope that it wasn't too obvious what I was doing, and thankfully, I don't think it was, because Mr. Bailey didn't even acknowledge it.
`Well, maybe you'll find someone in Japan,' he said.
I don't want to find someone. I already found someone. I just need him to really notice me and take me to bed. I don't think I'm asking for too much, honestly.
`Unlikely,' I responded.
`You never know, sir,' he laughed as he steered around a corner.
`Are you this nosy whenever you drive Dad or my siblings, too?' I asked, finding it hard to contain my smile.
Honest to God, this man was making me more relaxed than I've been in weeks by making this whole conversation super lighthearted despite the obvious subject matter. Bless him, truly.
No,' he winked. Only with the young master.'
Soon, we arrived at the airport and got our stuff out of the vehicle. I gave Mr. Bailey a hug and he wished all of us to have a safe and wonderful trip but not before giving me another wink. Somehow I felt a little disturbed, like he knew something he shouldn't have. Boy, I sure hope it's nothing.
As we were walking in the airport, I noticed that Mr. Hart had one medium suitcase and a fat backpack. I wanted to spark some sort of conversation with him, so I matched my walking pace to his.
`Let me carry your backpack for you, Mr. Hart,' I offered.
He smiled, `That's fine, Archie. Plus, you have your own luggage and it's...a lot.'
Mr. Hart gestured at my massive suitcase and let out a small chuckle, making a familiar heat rise to my cheeks.
I don't mind, sir,' I insisted. It's no trouble at all.'
He raised an eyebrow at my insistence, `You calling me old, Archie?'
I panicked. Of course I did. The man's tone was serious as shit and the last thing I ever wanted to do was offend the man I've been eyeing. The gears in my mind were turning at full speed to come up with an excuse that would ease the situation and calm Mr. Hart.
But...he let out a laugh. A big one. A guffaw, if you will.
`I'm just joking, son,' he wiped a humorous tear from the corner of his eye before giving me a manly pat on the shoulder.
He left his hand there and steered me forward to make sure we weren't being left behind. It felt nice to be walking with him like this, and he never took his hand off my shoulder. His touch, like before, felt warm and gentle.
See?' Mr. Hart pointed at a group of ground staff members after a couple minutes of walking. They're taking our bags anyway.'
I sighed, inwardly, a tad bit embarrassed about what I had done as an attempt to impress him. Ever since Mr. Hart, my brain hasn't been working properly, I'd say. Like, it's gotten so bad to the point where I've sometimes forgotten where I'm at or who I am. For instance, up until a moment ago, I forgot that my Dad literally owns a private jet and that we could just skip the whole queuing thing when it came to baggage check-in. Nice job, Archibald. Real nice job.
We kept on walking together even after handing over our luggage, but I didn't really say much to him. Also, if you're thinking where the hell Amanda went, don't fret, because all the while, she's been walking with Julian and Dad talking about God knows what, but I could see that she's getting awfully chummy with my brother. Interesting.
Once we got through everything, we went up into the jet and made ourselves comfortable. There were the usual procedures that the present cabin crew did before take off, you know, all that jazz, and just like that, we were up in the air on the way to Hokkaido.
Everybody was relaxed on the flight, but Amanda was having the absolute time of her life, taking advantage of everything as my father encouraged her to. She even wanted me to drink wine with her, but refrained from pushing any further when she realized we weren't alone. Amanda's of legal drinking age, so she could if she wanted to, but me? I'm not and I wouldn't, to begin with because I've always hated the taste of alcohol. I've had sips of things before, like, when we're at home and Dad offered me premium wine that he was having. Absolutely hated it and never understood the hype behind it, honestly.
Amanda had a glass of wine as she lounged on one of the leather couches while watching a movie, totally lost in her own world. Julian and Mr. Hart were deep in conversation and I was sitting next to Dad while he was busy reading a novel. I rested my chin on my palm as I looked out the window, thinking of my plans.
`You alright, son?' Dad asked.
I turned to face him and smiled, `Yeah, Dad.'
He returned the smile and went back to reading, but then I grabbed his attention again.
`Uh, Dad?'
`Yeah?'
`Why're you sitting next to me?' I asked, gesturing at the two empty seats in front of us.
Dad shut his book and giggled, `What, I can't sit next to my son?'
`What if I need to go piss?'
He rolled his eyes and moved to stand, giving way for me in an exaggerated fashion, to which I laughed.
I didn't need to go to the bathroom yet, but I figured it would be good to stretch my legs as I've been sitting on my ass for a good amount of time. It was a long flight and I've never really liked flying, so I needed to find something to do so that I didn't die of boredom.
After walking around the place, speaking to a few flight attendants, and actually going to the lavatory to piss, I returned to the aircraft's living room (or whatever you want to call it) and found that only Amanda and Mr. Hart were there. Of course, Amanda had her eyes glued to the screen in front of her while Mr. Hart was scrolling through his phone.
`Where's Dad and Julian?' I asked.
My friend didn't respond nor look in my direction as the bitch was so focused on whatever she was watching. Instead, Dream Daddy did.
`They went to their rooms,' he replied, shutting off his phone.
I didn't even realize how long I had been gone. Well, to be fair, I was having quite a grand time with the cabin crew. At some point, we even played card games. Off tangent, but, yeah, six hours have passed since we departed from land.
I didn't even bother to call for Amanda's attention. I'll let her have her moment.
`You're not heading to bed yourself?' I asked, sliding into the seat in front of him.
In a bit,' he smiled. Your dad and brother didn't have dinner. Said that lunch was enough.'
How about we get some dinner?' he added. Tried asking your friend there, but I don't think she heard me.'
Amanda remained silent as she watched her show and I rolled my eyes before nodding to Mr. Hart. We called a stewardess and told her what we wanted and after a short wait, we were ready to feast. However, as we started, Amanda suddenly got up.
`If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were dead,' I said.
Funny,' she responded. I'm going to bed.'
`No dinner for you, too?' Mr. Hart asked.
Amanda smiled politely as she shook her head, `No, sir. I'm too tired to even eat now.'
After that, she walked off and left me alone with Mr. Hart. I didn't know whether to thank her or strangle her, but I'm leaning more on the former.
Mr. Hart and I ate our meals, not in total silence as a few questions from him popped up from time to time, but I still felt a little awkward because I didn't really know what to say or ask.
As usual, Mr. Hart had to start and lead the conversation. How very impressive of me.
`Are you excited, Archie?'
More than he could imagine.
Yes, sir,' I smiled. I've never been to Hokkaido. Only Tokyo.'
`I'm sure you'll enjoy your time. I've been, myself, twice.'
`That's so cool,' I replied as I dabbed a napkin at the corners of my mouth.
We spoke about Niseko for a good while until he let out a massive yawn that he failed to conceal. I found it extremely cute and squirmed a little upon seeing it. Good lord, I am pathetic.
`I think I should head to bed, too,' he stretched, exposing a bit of skin, giving me a glimpse of his lower abdomen.
Instant erection.
`Uh, okay, sir. Goodnight,' I said as I moved in my seat to ever so subtly adjust the tent in my pants.
Mr. Hart got up from his seat and stretched some more before landing his gaze on me again. He actually looked a bit tired as I focused on his features, so I didn't want to keep him from his slumber, truly.
`You're not going?'
Soon,' I said. In a few minutes.'
He simply nodded with a small smile before patting me on the shoulder and ruffling my hair--something only my family members did, particularly Julian and, obviously, Dad. We were both quite shocked by his action as we looked at one another like a deer caught in headlights. His hand, however, remained on my head. I guess he was so shocked about crossing a line with me, so I decided to decompress the situation by laughing.
`You're just like my dad, Mr. Hart!'
His expression softened and he retracted his hand with a slight chuckle as well, `Sorry, Archie.'
He then walked to one of the doors in the cabin and turned his head to look at me once more.
`Sweet dreams.'
`Sweet dreams, sir.'
I was ready to pass out. After that? Hell yeah I was going to sleep well.
And slept well, I did.
Upon waking up, I was informed that we were landing soon, to which I thanked the universe because I could not wait to be on solid ground again. I was hungry as hell and only had a packet of nuts to munch on, unfortunately. We arrived in Incheon and I walked around the airport with Julian and Amanda to grab something to eat while waiting for the jet to fuel. We stopped by a fast food chain and went up to the self-service counters to order, and as we did, Mr. Hart came up to us and said he could do with some food, too. Once we placed our order, he tapped his card on the payment terminal.
`Mr. Hart, you didn't have to do that,' Julian said apologetically.
Mr. Hart gave Julian a gentle pat on the back as he responded, `Just a few dollars, Julian. My treat!'
My brother sighed and thanked him. Amanda and I followed suit and thanked him before taking a table number and finding a table for the four of us. Amanda rushed and slid next to my brother, and this display only gave confirmation to my not-so-important assumptions. It really didn't help that Julian sort of blushed at the action. Oh well. Good for them. And for me, because that meant I got to sit next to the man of my fantasies.
And I did.
As Mr. Hart sat down next to me, he gave me a warm smile that, once again, melted me. His smile only made me more determined to make sure things go well in Niseko because I would hate for him to be actively disgusted by me and my advances. I really needed this to go well, because if not, I might actually consider going home early. Dramatic? I don't think so.
`Where's Dad?' I asked, upon realizing that he was absent.
Swallowing a tiny chunk of his burger, Mr. Hart replied, `Tarmac. Having a chat with the crew and taking some phone calls, I figure.'
`You didn't join him?'
I was hungry,' he chuckled. Besides, can't leave Julian to take care of both of you, can I?'
Heat rose to my cheeks as he said those words and I guess Amanda felt embarrassed as well, but she recovered fairly quickly from the comment as she joined in to laugh.
Mr. Hart continued to chuckle, his baritone voice radiating a steady timbre as he looked at me again and grinned, `Especially you, Archie.'
It felt like I had come. A dry orgasm of some sort, so to say.
I didn't laugh, obviously, because I was too stunned and turned on by Mr. Hart. His expression told me that he thought he'd gone too far, and I guess I was right, because he placed a hand on my forearm and apologized.
`I'm sorry, Archie, it was a joke.'
I snapped out of it and let out the most strained laugh ever. Nice job, me.
`No, sir, it was funny.'
It was funny? IT WAS FUNNY? Jesus.
After whatever the hell was happening, we ate our food and returned to the jet after everything was settled. Throughout the entire meal and walk back to the jet, I was in a blur as my mind was focused on what Mr. Hart had said to me. Was it truly a harmless joke? Because it genuinely felt like the man was flirting with me. Boy, if that was him flirting, I can't even begin to imagine what'll happen to me once we're in bed together. The power this man had over me was insane. No matter...I guess. It'll pay off soon. Very soon.
Approximately three hours later, we arrived in Hokkaido and spent another two hours in a van to get to Niseko. Finally, we reached our destination and checked in the place we were staying. It was a gorgeous--and humongous--...Ryokan, I think Julian told me? I immediately felt the traditional feel to the place as soon as I stepped foot in the place, and honestly believed that I was going to have fun regardless of my current situation with Mr. Hart.
Dad told us all to relax in our rooms while waiting for dinner, and honestly? I couldn't agree more because I was tired as hell and wanted nothing more than to lay my ass on a comfy futon and fall into a coma, as my tiredness was no joke.
We, of course, were assigned rooms and Dad told me that he was going to share a room with Mr. Hart so that I could stay with Julian and Amanda could have her own room. I was shocked...and a bit jealous. Okay but my jealousy is justified, I would say. My dad gets to share a room with my crush and I have to stay with my brother? Lord, help me.
`Dad, why can't I room with Mandy?'
`I don't need my son sharing a room with a lady.'
Dad,' I raised my eyebrows. I am gay. Homosexual. Homophile. Queer. Men. Yum.'
He laughed despite trying to seem serious, `I know that, but don't you think Amanda should have her own room? Privacy?'
A mixture of a glare and a confused expression painted my features as I sighed, agreeing with my Dad despite being annoyed. He wanted me to act gentlemanly and I did. But must I showcase happiness? Hell no.
I wouldn't be upset if Dad shared a room with Julian, though, because that would mean I'd get to room with Mr. Hart.
Whatever. At this point, I just wanted to take a long, long, long nap.
So, I went up to mine and Julian's room and did just that. All I did was take off my shoes, and once I hit the bed, I was out like a light.
I woke up to Julian aggressively shaking me. I was scared and got up quickly like there was an earthquake or something and panicked accordingly.
`What the fuck?!'
I looked around like a madman until I saw Julian, standing still with his arms crossed. A shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
`Dinner.'
I groaned and launched a pillow at him, `You are such an asshole! Now I have a headache!'
Julian laughed as he leaned down to ruffle my already messed up hair, `Clean up, Archie, and meet us downstairs, okay?'
He left soon after, closing the sliding door as he went. I was still clutching my head from the headache that was caused by the abrupt awakening, but eventually, I got my ass off of the futon and went to the bathroom to wash my face and tidy up my hair...as difficult as that may be given my current visual state.
Once I was done, I went downstairs to the dining hall, which was separated into multiple private dining rooms. I searched for my father's name and found our place. Sliding the door open, I saw that everybody was already there, including Mr. Hart. I was glad to see him as I thought maybe he had another dining room assigned to him or something--I don't know! I'm just here to have a good time.
`Good nap, Archie?' Mr. Hart asked.
I gave him a genuinely shy smile and nod and I shut the sliding door close and moved in next to him as, once again, Amanda placed her ass next to Julian. She might as well just take my place and room with Julian, damn.
Dinner was nice. We had a variety of Japanese food and by the end of dinner, I was full, but definitely had some space in my tummy for dessert.
They gave us fruit.
Fruit.
Don't get me wrong. I love fruit. Watermelon? Yes. Mangoes? Delicious. However, from what I gathered, this place was supposed to be grand, and yes, fresh fruit like what we just had, is considered grand, but I wanted, I don't know, ice cream or something. Maybe I'm just ignorant. Or spoiled. Hell, I'm probably both.
Once everybody was done and tired, we headed up to our rooms. We exchanged our goodnights and dispersed, but I grabbed onto Amanda's wrist, `Hey, you good?'
She looked at me with a confused expression, `Yeah, why?'
`Nah, just thought you had something on your mind. You seem awfully chummy with Julian, Mandy,' I teased.
Her face turned red and she yanked her hand away from me, `None of your business, Archibald!'
`It is when it's my brother you're eyefucking.'
She went silent and I knew she felt immense discomfort, so I decided to hold back from teasing her further. This trip was going to be hard, so at the very least, one of us should be happy.
`I'm just kidding,' I giggled, nudging her side with my elbow.
She rolled her eyes and strutted away, `Goodnight.'
`Night, Mandy.'
I headed to my room but didn't feel sleepy at all, so I got out a book and started reading. Shocking, I know. After about half an hour, I could hear the sound of snoring. Julian. He must've been beat and from the way he was sleeping? I bet he was.
I thought it'd be best for me to change out of my clothes and tuck myself in, so I went to charge my phone first, but realized my charger wasn't with me. My first thought of action was to accuse Julian, but then I saw that his phone was already plugged in with his own charger. I didn't know where mine went, so I looked over at Julian's phone only to see that it was at 20%. Wonderful. Only thing I could do was to ask Dad for his, so I quietly left the room and went to Dad's. On the way there, I bumped into the man I was looking for. He was wearing a yukata and was carrying a towel with him.
`Where're you going, Dad?'
`The onsen.'
You have a private one, Dad,' I said. Why not just relax there?'
`The company retreat officially starts tomorrow evening, but some of the guys are already here, so we're going to go to the public one instead!' he responded with glee. I'm glad my Dad's enjoying himself, but sometimes I wonder, does this man ever get tired?
Then it hit me. Mr. Hart wasn;t with him.
`Mr. Hart isn't tagging along?' I asked, my tone indifferent.
`Nope. He's in the room, chilling.'
He's alone. Oh my goodness. Was it time?
Dad was about to leave after wishing me goodnight but I stopped him quickly. Maybe too quickly.
`Everything okay, son?'
Yeah, I just,' I cooled down. Can I please use your charger? I don't know where mine's at and Julian's using his.'
Dad nodded, `Sure, just grab mine, but make sure you knock!'
He waved me goodbye and went on his way, as did I.
I made my way to Dad and Mr. Hart's room as quickly as I could. The moment I reached their room, I steadied myself by taking multiple deep breaths and checking myself out in one of the mirrors in the hallway to ensure that I looked presentable. Who knows what I could be walking in on? I just needed to see and be alone with him. Hopefully he wasn't asleep. That is all I ask, universe. Grant me this wish.
With one more deep breath and exhale, I knocked on the door.
No response.
I knocked again.
Nothing.
Alright, I am patient, but not THAT patient.
I gently pushed the sliding door open and poked my head in. The two futons on the floor were neat, like they hadn't been touched and everything else was neat as well, with the exception being a pair of gray boxer briefs on the floor.
I gulped as I stepped into the room. I searched around but Mr. Hart was nowhere to be found. I called out--more like muttered--his name, so that he could be aware of my presence, but, once again, I received no response.
I walked further into the room, towards the end almost, where another sliding door was visible. It was the door to the suite's private onsen. The closer I got, I could feel the cool air on my skin as the door was slightly ajar.
My heart pounded in my chest as if it was going to burst any minute. I felt hot and could feel myself sweating in spite of the cool air that tickled my skin. I inched closer and closer to the sliding door and that's when I saw...glory.
Mr. Hart, from my blurry vision due to the steam and my lightheadedness, was stepping into the onsen. My eyes traveled from the top of his head to the sole of his foot before it was dipped in the body of water. He was nude and I marveled at his beautifully sculpted body and the way his muscles motioned as he moved further into the onsen. My body reacted immediately upon seeing him in his natural state and I knew, this was it.
I grinned like an idiot. A mad idiot.
I turned towards the main entrance of the room and saw that it was shut. Then, I moved my gaze to the beautiful man before me again.
I took one final deep breath and pushed my shoulders back.
Archibald Thompson has reached a critical point in his mission.
I stepped closer towards the sliding door and placed my hand on it to slide it open.
It's showtime.
To be continued...