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The warm Barcelona air hung heavy with the scent of salt and jasmine. For weeks, Walker and Leah had been navigating the whirlwind of premieres, interviews, and fan events for Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Yet, amidst the chaos, something unexpected emerged: a secret, intensely physical connection. It began subtly, with stolen glances across crowded rooms, then grew through whispered jokes and shared anxieties late at night. Gradually, it became something more: a mutual understanding that transcended friendship, fueled by hormones, the unique pressure cooker of fame, and an unspoken fear: would this connection bring comfort or only further complicate their lives?
Their 'friends with benefits' arrangement was simple: no strings, no expectations, just raw, exhilarating moments snatched between responsibilities. Maintaining secrecy added to the thrill, as they cleverly kept it under wraps throughout the LA, NYC, and London press junkets. They are relying on orchestrated schedules and teenage stealth. However, tonight marked a turning point: their luck ran out.
The press junket had ended earlier that day, but their parents had extended their stay, hoping to unwind and explore some of the tourist sites before returning to the States.
"Coast is clear,”Walker whispers, his hand resting lightly on the small of Leah's back.
Leah lets out a low, throaty giggle that ripples through Walker, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "You sure? My mom is basically a hawk."
He flashes a mischievous grin. "Absolutely. I pulled the old 'bathroom emergency' trick on my dad. We have a solid hour."
“Would you like to take a walk with me?”
“Please.
They pass through the lobby, past the benches and tables set up for tired guests, and out the doors onto a veranda wrapped around the back of the hotel. There were a few people out as well, but they paid no attention to Walker and Leah as they found a nice, short path towards the beach.
They step onto the moonlit promenade, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. Walker watches Leah as they stroll quietly, the energy between them crackling. After walking for several minutes, they stop in a quiet, shadowed corner, turning to face each other.
Leah steps in close to Walker, gripping his hand tightly, as if afraid he might let go. She looks up at him, her voice gentle. “How are you really, Walk?”
“Miserable. You?”
“Just a few more wee-”
Walker leans in suddenly, pressing his lips to hers. Leah's arms immediately wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He kisses her deeply, pouring all his emotion into it, aware their time is short. The intensity eases, his tongue slowing against hers, ending with several soft, affectionate pecks before he pulls back. He studies her face, relieved to see her eyes reflect his own feelings.
"I can't get enough of you, Lee," he said, his breathy voice cupping her face in his hands.
Leah's lips were addictive, but then again, Leah Sava’ Jeffries was addictive.
Leah meets his gaze, her Bambi-like brown eyes shining in the dim light. "Me neither, Freckles."
Their lips met in a hungry kiss, a culmination of weeks of pent-up desire. Walker pulls Leah closer to his lap as he explores her mouth. Leah does this thing with her tongue that Walker thinks should be illegal. The way she would nip at his bottom lip, then suck on his tongue with her juicy, plump lips.
Walker's jeans feel very uncomfortable, so he shifts her hips down to align their lower regions and starts to grind against her to relieve some of the pressure.
Walker grabs on to her ass and gives it a squeeze. He always considered himself more of a boob guy,but Leah had an ass to make any man bow to her feet. It was so round and perfect. Her ass was one of the many images that flashed in his brain when he would jerk off.
He pulls her hips further down, getting more friction, but their jeans are making it difficult to feel the full sensation.
Leah gasps and moans against his lips. The sounds she was making were the same sounds that had been stuck on repeat in Walker's head ever since their last meet-up in the dressing room. Oh, how much Walker loves this.
Lost in the moment, they didn't notice the approaching figures until it was too late.
"Walker William Scobell! Leah Sava’ Jeffries!"
Their parents' horrified voices cut sharply through the quiet night.
Walker and Leah jerk away from each other, Walker stumbling back, lifting Leah off his lap as Leah fidgets with her clothes and anxiously smooths her hair behind her ear.
Guilt flashes across their faces while their parents stand rigid, arms crossed and faces locked in stunned disbelief.
"What...what is going on here?" Heather (Walker’s mom) asks, her voice trembling slightly.
The silence stretches, thick and heavy. Walker glances at Leah, his hand hovering near hers in a subtle gesture seeking comfort. He recognizes, with a sinking feeling, that their secret is exposed. And the fallout was going to be intense.