It took him the entire flight to Brazil to actually figure most of that shit out. He read the riddle over and over again, every several reads actually understanding one part. The only thing he ended up needing help with was the giant dude who wanted a hug. He was ninety percent sure it was Budha cause that dude wants belly rubs. Once it was googled, he finally figured everything out. And then understood why Davlin’s junk was in pain. Immediately, his own hand went to cup himself and his face turned into a reflexive flinch at the thought. He was near sluggish getting off of the plane before remembering this was probably a competition of sorts and putting a small pep in his step. Rio (he can’t decide on a name so his camerawoman is just gonna have to deal with being the place or country of the day) followed after, quickly finding a taxi and telling the driver to take him to a wax shop.
Thirty minutes later, he was practically limping out of the taxi— his crotch area still not exactly happy with the pain he put himself through there. The Christ the Redeemer statue stood before him and he crossed his arms, his stance awkward as he awaited for Sarah’s appearance which he hoped would be soon.
As soon as she spotted Wes approaching her, Quinn couldn’t help smiling with anticipation and excitement. They only got to meet once in the house but never hanged out during the hiatus which, after thinking about it, she thought it was a mistake. It wasn’t until she finally saw him there, at the entrance of the Opera, that she noticed how much she had missed him and how happy she was to meet him one more time. “Hey there, lion!” She chuckled as she turned around and gave him a quick yet tight hug when he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Sure. Let’s go.” She smiled widely as she nodded.
Once they finally came in, Quinn gasped slightly at the sight of that place. It all looked beautiful and the mere thought of picturing herself screaming loudly while having sex with Wes and he provided her a good orgasm made her inevitably blush a little, but she shook her head and thought about how fucking amazing it would be anyway. Of course those good thoughts beat the embarrassed ones inside her mind. “So, I don’t even know where we are supposed to do it, but…” She started, but decided not to finish her sentence as she kept looking around, wondering if the stage would be a good place to have sex in, as that was by far the best place she had thought about. After walking for a little bit more, Quinn decided to stop and, leaning onto one of the hundreds of seats that surrounded the room they had got into, she turned around to face Wes. “What do you think about the stage?” She inquired curiously, arching an eyebrow and smirking as she grabbed his hand and tugged him towards it walking slowly while waiting for his response.
The nickname that she had given him caused his grin to deepen as he pulled away to look at her. “Lion Quinn,” his nose scrunched together, a small chuckle falling from his lips. “Missed you,” he flicked her nose with his finger before following her inside of the the structure. He examined the outside for a minute, looking up at the famous building. He hadn’t been out of California much, and the only time he had been out of the States was for NK. It was pretty freaking cool to be traveling around and he had already decided to take a quick look around the places before he left them to meet up with people. Considering he just had to fuck Quinn and then wait for Molly’s go to meet back up with her in their next destination that they picked- he had free reign to do whatever he wanted in Australia until she had met her status quo.
The inside of the Opera House was nearly as impressive as the outside. It looked like it was bigger in the inside than it looked on the outside- kinda like the Doctor’s TARDIS. He chuckled quietly at his thought before looking back at Quinn when she spoke, her voice echoing softly through the structure. He looked around, thinking there wasn’t a set spot where they’d have to get it on. They were pretty much in the clearing to go wherever. She spoke again and he was about to agree with the idea but he felt a tug on his hand and he was going towards the stage anyway. “Sounds like a good plan to me,” he smirked at her, his pace of walking getting ahead of hers, him now tugging softly on her. He walked up the steps to the stage and continued until they at the center of it. He then turned so he was facing Quinn and gave her a small grin, arms snaking around her waist. “Ready to scream?” he winked at her, lips leaning down to press against hers.
Piper had been to Alaska several times, but it was to either watch the whales, or to go hiking, but never to go into an igloo. The flight was extremely long, although, Piper hadn’t expected any different. Nodding off a couple of times, she was awakened by a dark man with a curly mustache, who obviously didn’t know much English by the way that he was motioning with his hands. When the two got off the plane, Piper wrapped her arms around herself, and was immediately handed a coat. She saw one of the camera men and she fell into step with them, “What happened to Adreas?” She looked over her shoulder at the new man. The camera man looked at her with question, then slid his finger across his neck. “..Okay then.” The redhead got into the cab and curled into the seat, loving the warmth.
The drive from the airport to the place where she was meeting Wes had seemed as long as the flight, but then again, she could’ve been basing it off the fact that she wanted to see Wesley, and that she wanted to get all cozy and warm with him. Not even with him, but with somebody, and he would be there, so it would be him. Resting her head against the window, she blew against it and giggled at the impressions her breath made against the window. She loved the look of heated breath against any kind of glass.
When they arrived, Piper stepped out of the cab and wished that she could jump right back in. After all, this had been her idea, and she needed to put up or shut up. Grumbling, she followed the men into the Igloo and smiled at Wesley, who was sitting next to a woman who looked like she was made of stone. Raising an eyebrow, she shook her head and crawled over to Wesley, planting a kiss on his lips before moving over next to him.
“Why did I pick this again? We could’ve killed our streak, we could’ve done it somewhere warm. A volcano was on the list, right?” Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she nudged Wesley with her shoulder. “How goes it, hair gel?” She had given Wesley the nickname because it looked like he used way too much, and honestly, it was as if he couldn’t live without it. Scrunching up her nose, she looked around the igloo, which was growing warmer by the second due to all the people, equipment, and the heater.
Gloved hands rubbed together to keep himself warm in the igloo. He shrugged his shoulders before sitting up, figuring that his back couldn’t take the cold anymore- even with the heavy jacket and heater that fought to keep him warm. He did the cold dance a little, trying to stop the shivering and shuddering of his body. This is why he doesn’t do cold things. Christmas Sweater Sex might’ve been cold but holy sweet jesus Alaska was not playing with wanting to freeze his freaking balls off. He needed to get back somewhere sunny. His hands stuck under his armpits, the heater starting to work now but he was still pretty freaking cold. He licked his lips a little and turned his head to look towards Alaska. “So, wanna give me that beanie?” the glare he got shot told him no and caused him to pout.
Before he could pout enough to get the camerawoman to give him her beanie, Piper was in the igloo. “Ohthankgod,” he moved his arms around Piper as soon as she was near him, kissing her back when she planted one on him. “I don’t know,” he made a face. He wanted to do everything on the list and win this shit which meant eventually getting around to this. But he could’ve waited for it.
"It doth goes well," he said with a nod, a smile on his face as he thought about how good it seemed to be going. Molly and him had basically said it was always gonna be a two and back to each other. Bare minimum so they could see the other once again. That was good in his book. He’d need another fuck and he’d be back to his unofficial baby. That just made the smile on his face grow and he moved so he was on top of Piper and pinning her to the ground. "Shall we?" he moved his lips against hers again, his teeth pressing against her lip and tugging gently before his head tilted and his tongue flicked against hers.
Oh no, I know that. Wouldn’t expect any different. Totally wasn’t about that. I thought that was the list of people you were taking to get back to her, not ones who’d already reserved spots. So that was my baaaad.
I don’t understand our miscommunication still but as long as we’re good, that’s all that matters. I’m not not including you if that’s what you thought. Or kicking you to the curve. Or anything.
The fact that Wes was the one to suggest going somewhere to Quinn instead of the other way got her excited enough but the options he was giving her were also really good themselves and he even let her choose so everything about their meeting was already beyond great. After thinking about it for a while, she decided to go for Sydney and visit the Opera because, quite honestly, the idea of having such a good orgasm that would make her scream with pleasure sounded really good to her and she was damn sure Wes would be able to provide that to her, so she was willing to try.
After a few hours of travelling, she finally arrived to the airport and quickly made her way to the place she had agreed to meet with Wes. She was quite excited to be in Sydney since she had never visited that city before and having a look around after meeting him would be nice, so she made sure she was carrying her camera before leaving her private jet. She got to the opera earlier than before and, since they hadn’t actually agreed to meet in any concrete place, she decided to wait for him outside until he decided to show up.
Of course it had been on his list to meet up with Quinn once again. They had only had the chance to do it once considering the girl’s late arrival but the two had evolved what he’d like to call a friendship via technology. They weren’t the closest friends people can be but he enjoyed her company and he’d like to think this was a vice versa situation.
The plane ride to Sydney was him watching Finding Nemo. He couldn’t help it. It was the most logical choice to do in his opinion considering the destination and all. Sydney (because he decided he liked Sydney more than the name Alaska) sat down in the seat next to him. By obligation she was still taping but they set it up to where she could watch the movie too. They bonded.
When the jet landed and they found a taxi, he made the driver say a multitude of different words. Accents were cool. None of them better than his Juliet’s but the way the guy kept saying ‘mate’ caused him to grin. They got to the Opera House and he gave the guy a hand shake before leaving the vehicle, seeing Quinn immediately. He moved over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Hey you!” he said excitedly. The two hadn’t seen each other since the finale. He pulled away and kissed her cheek. “Shall we?” he motioned his head towards the entrance.
Once he had given his private jet pilot, Adamo, the next place he was getting his fuck on— he settled back into awesomely comfortable seat of the plane and furrowed his eyebrows. AK. Wasn’t that Arkansas? There were igloos in Arkansas? Where is Arkansas? He sat there deep in thought with his eyes squinted until he shrugged it off and relaxed into the extremely comfortable airline seat. He put the seat belt on, knowing that he was gonna doze off and didn’t want to be thrown out of his seat because of turbulence. Again.
He woke up about twenty minutes before the landing and decided to try to fit a name to his camerawoman. “Jessica. No. Barbra. No. Josephine,” he blinked at his last one and threw his fist into the air. “JOEY!” then he blinked again. “Nope,” he crossed his arms and tilted his head at the woman in the angry birds beanie, narrowing his eyes at her before throwing his hands into the air and crossing them in a upset childish kind of way. “I give up,” he murmured in annoyed tone. The nameless camerawoman just continued to film him with an expression that he can only call stoic.
It wasn’t until they actually landed did he notice that they were not in Arkansas. He had to run right back into the plane because of how cold it was. Oh, they were in Alaska. This made so much more sense. Rubbing his arms after getting himself all bundled up, he exited the jet once again and went with Angry Birds Beanie to a taxi. She got the payment situated and he told the driver to take him the nearest igloo. He was expecting a weird look but was quite pleased when he wasn’t given one. The ride to the igloo was him asking the driver if Temple Run was better than Angry Birds and pouting at his reply. Angry Birds Beanie smirked.
The cab coming to a halt caused him to leave the yellow car, giving a friendly wave to the driver goodbye despite their app loving differences. The igloo reminded him of the huts from Star Wars and the snow reminded him of Hoth. He grinned a little as he crouched and walked into it, then sat down and waited for the redhead’s arrival. He decided to take this time to continue to think up a name for the woman. He then snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Alaska!” her confusion caused him to frown. “Like ‘Looking for Alaska’. I have deemed you Alaska,” she just shrugged his shoulders and he was proud of the name. Even though he’s sure he’s gonna want to change it later.
Molly grinned into the kiss when he pulled her closer, her teeth nipping his lower lip out of habit. Gasping out a moan as he ground against her, she pushed her hips against his again and tightened her grip on his belt. Sliding her tongue past his teeth, she tugged on his belt to pull him against her again, her hips moving against his until he managed to slip out of her grip. Before Molly could blink, stomach was pressed against the edge of the table and Wes’ lips were on the back of her neck. Gripping the table with her fingertips, she glanced up and instantly regretted it as she caught a quick glimpse of the stares of the few people around them. Closing her eyes instantly as she felt her face heat up, she couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking her head and then moaning around a chuckle as she felt Wes start to suck on the back of her neck.
Pushing her hips back against him, she dug her nails into the edge of the table and gasped as his hand teased her, lifting her skirt slowly before dropping it. When he finally stopped the repetition, she bit down hard on her lower lip and opened her eyes to glance down at the clear outline of his hand against her thigh. “Christ, Romeo,” she murmured, turning her upper body slightly to wrap her hand around the back of his neck. Pulling slightly, she slanted her lips over his and slid her free hand over the outline of his knuckles, her dress sliding under her fingers and over his hand. Breaking the kiss when her body started protesting from the angle she was holding herself at, Molly nudged his nose with hers once affectionately, a grin passing her face for a moment. Shifting back against him and turning her body back to the front of the table, she ground her hips down against empty air, trying to push his hand up higher.
Wes inhaled sharply when her hips went back against his, causing his teeth to scrape against her neck and a low moan to be made in his throat. He smirked against her skin at her murmur and moved back from her neck when he noticed that she was turning slightly. He complied when pulled forward, meeting their lips together. His tongue traced along her lip before sliding into her mouth. It made itself reacquainted with the crevices of her mouth and then her tongue. His fingers were the only movement of his hand, brushing and tapping against the skin of her inner thigh still. Her hand over the dress caused his thumb to move up and brush against where the pressure was, the palm of her hand. It traced over a circle around it gently until she pulled away from him. His breathing was slightly uneven but he grinned once her nose touched his. He returned the gesture before actually bringing his lips up to kiss the tip of her nose before she turned back towards the poker table.
It was then when he took a second to observe the crowd around them. Which just made everything all the more worse. A breath pushed past his lips before he noticed that Molly definitely wanted his hand to move. He smirked slightly, pressing his body flush against hers. His other hand moved to press against the soft felt of the poker table while the one on her thigh finally skimmed itself further up her thigh. Fingers hooked into the front of her panties before his entire hand found itself in the underwear. His middle finger brushed past her clit and found itself at her entrance. It circled teasingly only for a moment before it pushed in and began a slow rhythm. He found himself grinding into her again, discovering some friction for himself and moaning softly. His lips found their way to her ear, nibbling softly on her lobe.
Molly was having a great time on the plane, much more than she actually expected to be having in the house. She still wasn’t too sure how she felt about being back in the game but the longer they went and the more she looked at her checklist, the more excited she got. Propping her bare feet up on the seat in front of her, she made herself comfortable against Wes and struck up a conversation with her own cameraman (actually a man), a midget wearing a Viking hat way too big for his head. She wasn’t actually sure where the hell Sue had picked him up but he was too adorable for words, so Molly dubbed him Mercutio before promptly informing him ‘I’ma call you Mercy, kay?’ Satisfied that she and her cameraman had bonded enough for her to be cool with him filming her naked, she leaned back against Wes again, turning her head to press her lips against the side of his neck once before turning her head back to her phone.
She was halfway through a level of plants vs. zombies when they got the warning they’d be landing soon. Realizing she needed to change, Molly hurried to the back of the plane, blinking at the fully stocked closets full of costumes. Settling on a long silver dress with the thin appearance of a sheath, she got dressed and fixed her hair and makeup, strapping in for landing with barely a minute to spare. Once they were on the ground, she packed up her purse and snuck Mercy a few m&ms as she waited for Wes to finish getting dressed. His tuxedo made her raise an eyebrow, her eyes traveling down his body once before she stopped herself, taking his hand and following him off the plane. She’d never been to Vegas before - never been to Nevada in general - so she was almost in awe of all the hustle and bustle of the huge city around her. Way too many people. Way too many people. But still, it was shocking in how amazing it actually was. Movies and tv shows didn’t do it justice.
After making sure Mercy and the woman assigned to Wes who still didn’t actually have a moniker yet were both in the cab with them, Molly shut the door and promptly turned her attention to the strip, her eyes wide like a child’s. The cab ride was shorter than she thought, but knowing how much Wes had wanted this, maybe it shouldn’t have been so surprising. Grinning, she took his hand and let him drag her from the cab, yelling as they went for him to slow down because Mercy’s legs were too short for him to keep up with them. Stopping when he did, her tongue flicked out over her lower lip for a second before her teeth followed, her eyes darting from area to area before she decided.
“Poker table,” she grinned, pressing her lips to his briefly before pulling on his hand, guiding him over to the gaming table she’d singled out. Ignoring the people around them - hey, the table wasn’t in use at the moment and the dealer didn’t count so she wasn’t doing anything wrong - Molly moved Wes so that his back was to the table, one hand curling around the top of his belt and the other moving to the back of his neck as she leaned up to kiss him again.
The dress that Molly had on clung tightly to every curve of her body, causing Wes’ eyes to drop down and examine it while the girl picked up the gaming table the two were gonna violate. He wet his lips with his tongue, shamelessly continuing to check the blond out in plain sight. It’s not like the girl would mind and if anybody else around them did, well, Wes just didn’t care. He wasn’t snapped out of his trance until he heard her voice and he was being pulled towards the poker table.
It wasn’t crowded in the least which definitely made for a plus. No matter what, this was public and extremely hot— he didn’t need it to be a full table for him to be satisfied. The dealer sat behind the table, shuffling the cards in a bored action when they walked up to the table. He didn’t get to see much more because his back was pressed against the poker table and he was being kissed by Molly. The simple placement of her hand on his belt caused his hips to move forward for a slight amount of friction. The thought alone of his kink being completed with Molly had caused him to harden in his slacks, meaning he really wanted to get to the point as quickly as possible. Though, at the same time he wanted to milk this amazing moment. He was stuck in a conflict.
The kiss deepened at this point and his hands found themselves placed on her hips, fingers digging gently into the dress. He made a movement to pull the blond closer to him, moaning softly against her lips when he succeeded in getting their hips to meet. In a small desperate motion, he ground his hips against hers which caused another noise fall out of his mouth and onto hers. He then pulled away, moving himself to where he was behind her and her front was pressed against the table. His lips pressed against the back of her neck, one of his hands moving blond hair out of the way as he moved them to different patches of skin. He found a particular spot and sucked roughly against it. His free hand was placed on her thigh, at first dormant before he began to move it. He bunched up her dress as he moved it up, then back down which caused the fabric to fall into his rightful position. He did this over and over a few times before his hand actually slipped under the dress and tapped against the skin of her inner thigh.
The flight consisted of the fight over the team colors (yellow winning because at a certain point, Wes just couldn’t say no anymore), playing Temple Run, arguing with his cameraman (well, woman) that Temple Run is ten times better than Angry Birds, cuddling with Molly and sleeping. The jet just being the two of them was pretty sweet. No annoying little kid was kicking the back of his chair, no insensitive dude was whining about the fact that Wes was kicking his chair— all was well.
All was getting weller when they actually arrived in the city of angels. To say Wes was excited would be a ginormous understatement. Public sex was just something made the boy squirm uncomfortably in his seat and quite even possibly press against his jeans at the mere thought. Speaking of, he was currently changing out of his jeans and into a tuxedo. Fixing the bowtie (cause bowties are cool), he found himself satisfied with his wear and then walked off the plane with Molly to go hunt down a taxi. Their two camera people following after the both of them.
Considering Wes didn’t care much for the casino they went to, he just had the taxi take the four of them to the first one they saw. He was bouncing excitedly in the yellow car, looking in awe at Las Vegas around him. It was all night time-ish so the city was lit up with all of its lights. Wes didn’t leave Cali very often, this was gonna be a totally new experience to him. One he was very delighted to have a chance to try out.
Their arrival to the casino was pretty much nothing but Wes jumping out and dragging Molly behind him. The door revolved in a circle which made Wes wanna push it around for about five minutes but more pressing matters were at stake so he ignored the urge and powered throw it. The sounds of the casino met his ears instantly, loud and consistent. Wes has never gambled a day in his life and hasn’t really seen this stuff outside of movies. It was kind of cool. His hand dropped from Molly’s wrist that it had been wrapped around and found her own, lacing their fingers as he walked in more. He stopped once they were further in and he could take in the scenery more, then turned towards her with a smirk. “Which one shall we go for, Juliet?” he asked with a cock of his brow.
Wes - She’s special, she’s amazing, and I don’t want you to ever let go of her, but I don’t want you to make every decision based around her, either. You’re an amazing fucking person and you are that as an individual, as well. And yea, I love you.
Oh god, she said “I love you” without me asking her to. Oh god. This is a moment. I shall milk this moment. Milking, milking, milking. Milked.