Author's Note

Yes, I never said that I was going to cancel this story, and I was not going to, when I have 3-4 chapters left anyways. Last year was really overwhelming, and I had to focus on other things. Getting jobs, leaving High School, and going through all of that held my priority at the time. When I did return to Fanfiction, I had no incentive to start up the story at the time, and I did for the past few weeks. I sincerely apologize for the random year hiatus for this story, but I will finish it. Might as well get back to business.

Alejandro carried Heather back to their bedroom, and the two could not help but instantly caress one another with their hands and lips. He ignored that there were a pair of shoes on the floor, which caused them to flip over, with him hovering over Heather, who is on her back.

She gave him the most devious "bed eyes" that he has ever seen, and it drove him up the wall, "Do you want to do the deed on the floor? I've always dreamt of being ravaged on what is seen as..." Her hands made it up his strong thighs, only to grip on his tight ass, "the naughtiest places. We always do it romantic, and I just want it filthy. Have you ever been... rimmed?"

He felt her hands trace in the cracks of his ass, and he would be lying if the curious and odd feeling was not a bit liberating, "A rim-job? I've... never thought you were the type. That seems a bit... odd."

"Come on. Your body is one of the most atheistic, sexy, and admirable I... and everyone else has seen. Haven't you wanted to be pleased in every area?" Heather saw he was getting a bit nervous, so she put a hand in his speedo, and started to stroke him off. As she continued her ministrations, his speedo was slowly removed, "We can go in the shower if it will make you feel better."

They went back to kissing, as the both walked into the washroom, and into the bathtub. Alejandro stood under the shower, as the water drizzled down their bodies. Her mouth soon found its way on his balls, where she licked and lapped it all up. He feels how they tighten up, an could not help but slowly stroke himself off, "Ahhhhh. You're doing so... WOAH." Heather's face was in between his legs, as her tongue was circling and swirling against his tight ass. The spaniard gave out the throatiest moan, which even shocked him, "I really should not be liking this."

"Why? Your ass is so meaty and tight. I've always wanted to motorboat it." She continued to lick the hole of his anus, and smack his tight ass, with his moans sending chills down her body.

Alejandro was feeling a bit conflicted about what was going on, but this was a new step that he wanted to embrace. His cock was left unattended, and was hardening to an almost painful level, which caused him to slowly jerk himself off. Even that would not be enough, "Ahhhhh. My shaft is in pain from needing intercourse. Get up and stick your ass out." He moved forward, and turned around to stand her up, and flip her around.

Heather soon found her face planted against the wall, as his rough and large hands made its way across her ass, jolting painful pleasure all across her body. She soon found Alejandro cupping water in between his hands to poor down her ass crack. "What are you doing?" she asked, only to find out in less than a second, when he thrust himself up her anus, "OOOOOHHHHHHH." Her legs started to tremble when her boyfriend pounded into her foreign hole with such verocity.

He made as much contact with her body as he can during the anal performance; inserting his 3 fingers in her vagina, left arms covering her breasts, and his lips and teeth grazing her ear and collarbone. Her audible moans and uncontrollable movements made his pleasure grow even more, and could not savor the moment, "I have never wanted to fill you as quickly as I do now. Ahhhhhhhh senorita."

The shower and steam was making both of them melt even quicker than usual, and both were coming undone quicker than before. Despite feeling better than she has in days, and three of Alejandro's thick fingers protruding her vagina, it is not the same as a throbbing, warm dick, which was what it's missing. "Please fuck my gold mine of a vagina. Fill me papi."

"Ahhhh, that is so sexy, I like that," he could not hold back a groan from her nickname, "But I'm not gonna finish you off here." He lifted her out of the shower, and they both were facing the sink, "Say it again."

"Fuck the shit out of me papi. Come on papi. AAAAHHHH YYEEESSS," Heather screamed, as her wish was soon granted. Both of them were looking in the mirror in front of them, and she clenched against the sink whole his protrusions continued. Her hair was snatched by him, as he started to murder her woman hole, "OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH. ALE ALEJANDRO. ALE ALEJANDRO."

A huge grin was on his face as he looked at the two of their reflections in the mirror, and reveling in his control, "Yeeeaaahhhhhh. Say my name, SAY MY NAME." He started to slap her ass with all of his strength, and leaned forward to bite on his shoulder, as he felt himself finishing off sooner than later.

Both of them felt their fatigue and release quickly build up, as before the two could yell out their releases, flushes of liquid ended on the carpet. Both of them instantly collapsed on the bathroom floor, and ended up falling asleep instantly.

Lindsay, Lightning, Jo, Sam, Sierra, Duncan, Cameron, Courtney, Scott, and Gwen were up early the next morning, which pissed off Scott and Gwen, "It would be nice if Scott and I were able to enjoy ONE day at the hotel."

Sierra blew Gwen off, "Shut up, you dumb bitch. It was planned for weeks now that we will all go camping in the forest today. Since those two did not show up, we will have to get..." They all noticed that the door was open in his bedroom, which was profound, "Oh. I am shocked that these two private people left the door open."

"Now we get to steal some of their shit COME ON," Duncan announced, giving a high-five to Scott. The both of them ran into the room, and started pocketing some of their jewelry.

Courtney rolled her eyes at both of her exes, as she entered the room, "How pathetic they are. The quicker we find these two, the quicker we can... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." The sight that she saw horrified her.

"What the hell are you screaming about Courtney?" Gwen complained, before she joined her in their screaming when she saw the sight.

The most hated couple woke up hearing screams, and their naked forms turn around to see Courtney and Gwen in their room, looking at the both of them in fear. Instead of being panicked, Alejandro and Heather grabbed towels in a clam manner, and soon left the washroom to grab some clothing, "Are you two bitter bitches jealous that I am getting some, and now that neither one of you want to rub your crotches together, you can't get any men either? Hahahahahahahahaha."

All of the men soon started to groan in disgust of seeing Alejandro almost nude, "Ahhhh I love how hateful you men get of me in envy. It is really a shame. Now, can you all get out, so we can change?"

"We unfortunately saw everything already, so there is no point in leaving," Sam muttered under his breath.

They were taking their time changing, which started to aggravate everyone, which was visible in their lazy postures, and agitated expressions. Jo eventually got tired of this, and threw a bunch of their stuff into a small bag, before dragging the couple out of the room, "We are OUT of here. And people wonder why I'm so aggressive, since people cannot do SHIT on their own."

All twelve of the eliminated contestants each had their personal bag, and some other camping material as they all walked through the woods. The couple were not impressed with the events of the day so far, and were complaining the entire time, " I thought this was a JOKE. What are we even going to do today? I don't have tolerance for dirt, and nature."

"I have allergies to... Bees, ants, bad air, carbon monoxide, and annoying tentmates. Did we even get all of the right sheets? The right food? Water? How are we going to do all of this."

Sierra rolled her eyes at their complaining, "SHUT THE FUCK UP AL AND HANNAH. Sam, Cameron, Lindsay and I planned this for a while now, and everything is figured out. We found a place to pitch the tents a week ago, checked the land to see if it's tolerable, and we even set up some of the tents, and made a cute area for fire."

"We knew many of you wouldn't do anything other than set up your own stuff, so we did some stuff in preparation," Sam added with an exhausted tone. "There are 2 tents that we set up there last night, and we have 4 more packages that we have with us to set up. We should arrange partners before we get there."

"Sam, do you... like... want to be with me for a tent partner?" People felt awkward with how close Lindsay and Sam were getting, especially since their partners are nowhere to be found.

Heather could not help but chuckle, wanting to stir things up, "I'm sure Tyler will love that. Would that be the 5th person you cheated on him over? I lost count, just like you did since you are so stupid."

Alejandro saw their awkward and embarrassed faces, and wanted to add to it, "Sam must be feeling like he is in heaven. Another girl who is not his paid girlfriend is paying attention to him. Enjoy having someone like Lindsay giving you attention while it lasts, since I'm sure Dakota will dump you, and Lindsay will go back to Tyler in a few days."

"SHUT! UP! YOU TWO! We are NOT doing anything wrong. Sorry Lindsay, but Dakota would be uncomfortable, and I will have to go with Lightning for now."

The strong black teen gave him a dirty look, "UH UH. You're gonna eat ALL of Lightning's food again. Who else wants to be with DA MAN?" No one responded, so he was stuck with Sam, "FINE. As LONG as you don't screw things up."

Everyone stopped when they reached the campsite, with Alejandro and Heather running into one of the already set up tents, "HAHAHAHAHA LOSERS." She dropped her stuff, and plopped herself in the tent. "I can tell that this trip is going to be a mess.

He soon joined her in the tent, and laid over her before capturing her lips, "Mmph. I loved the looks on their faces when you hijacked their tents. Since we are here, we might as well salvage every moment." Soon enough, there was arguing outside their tents, and he looked conflicted, "Should we listen to all of the fighting, or... find our own festivities."

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE IF I ROOM WITH YOUR OTHER EX CUNTNEY? YOU AND GWEN DID NOTHING BUT BASH ME TO GET ALONG."

"WE ACTUALLY HAD A FRIENDSHIP, UNLIKE YOU TWO PIGS. THE ONLY THING YOU BOTH HAVE IN COMMON ARE BEING SMELLY DRUNKS."

Rolling her eyes, and waving her hands in dismissal of Duncan and Courtney's current fight, she tucked herself in the sleeping bag, as she took off her clothes, "Well, I don't care about what's happening outside. I want to know why you enjoy these sleeping bags, so why don't you show me?" An evil groan left his throat, before stripping and joining her in the sleeping bag, only to zip it up.

Neither of them realized that they fell asleep soon after they arrived, and woke up hours later. What they did not realize is that the others decided to pull a prank on them in a similar way that Harold was pranked on in the first season. They slowly woke up, and Heather realized that they are on a pink floating bed in the middle of the river, resulting in an instant scream, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. WHA... WHA... WHERE ARE WE?"

"Why are you screaming so... WHAT THE FUCK? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" He was turning around anxiously to make sense of the situation, and soon saw the other 10 laughing at them on the coast. "WHY IDIOTS?"

Jo was holding onto a tree to prevent herself from falling from laughter, "HAHAHAHAHAHA. CAUSE YOU TWO ARE ANNOYING, UNGRATEFUL, AND USELESS AS HELL. I think this is the ONE time we bonded. BRILLIANT IDEA Courtney and Gwen."

Scott grabbed some loincloths for the two, waving it in the air, "THESE ARE YOUR OUTFITS FROM NOW ON. We TOOK YOUR CLOTHES AND TRASHED THEM."

"WE ALSO GOT RID OF YOUR TENT, SINCE YOU TWO DID NOTHING TO HELP US SET UP. HAVE FUN ALEHEATHER," gloated Gwen, as all of them started to walk away after Scott threw their new clothes. They all started laughing when the couple entered the water to pull the float to shore.

He ran to get their new outfits, and could not help but laugh as he held it up, "I... You know what? We can rock this. I can me your spanish Tarzan, as I have the body for it." After looking at her irritated face, he started to strip into his outfit, and started flexing "Come on. You know you like all of this. Imagine your wildest fantasies? If we are gong to be in the forest, we might as well make the most of it."

Seeing her boyfriend flexing his muscles, and twerk in his loincloth made her ease up, as she put on her stupid loincloths, "I guess. You look muy caliente in that tight loincloth. I guess this will be better than being away from everyone else." She was soon clung by him, as he groped her bottom.

"You're so appetizing. We might as well go... fish or hunt or something."

Heather and Alejandro somehow ended up by a duck pond, knowing that the others refused to give them food. "Alejandro, you know that I don't hunt. This is gross and ridiculous. I don't do this. I do not hunt, and I do not cook."

"Well you are about to learn, since they left us high and dry. Didn't you do this crap in the first season?"

"The bitch Gwen ended up taking it from me. What strategy do you have for this, my love?"

Alejandro was confused for a moment, since they have no paraphernalia to do the deed, "I am not sure to be honest. Maybe we wait for them to leave the water, and then grab their necks to snap it. After that, we have to de-feather the ducks, take out the intestines, and then cook it, with... no fire. God I hate them."

Both of them started to wait a while for the ducks to leave the water, but it was taking forever. Heather was bored, and might as well start a conversation, " So... what will happen to us after the season ends? Neither of us won the money, and... we have never even spoken, much less seen each other off-season."

He was caught off guard from the question, and found himself stuttering, "Uh... Well... I don't know. All that I know is long-distance never really works, so it's... either we're going to be together and around another, or we are done. I guess I can buy a house, and then we can work it out over there. We will be making a lot of money from press runs when the show is airing, so it will be pretty easy. I need a reason to leave home anyways."

"Wait, wait, wait. This is all going by really fast. We... I know we've had little talks about it, but it... literally in 3 days, we will be on our way back home. We get our stipends before the finale, which will be enough for me to leave my house. We can move in together in a condo or something, and..."

"No. That is NOT happening," he sharply interrupted. After seeing her taken aback face, he attempted to clean things up, "It's too soon, and we can't just combine our finances to live in a place. First thing is that we need to tell our parents we're dating, though I'm not looking forward to this.

Heather was growing agitated and defensive, "And why can't we do both? We both claim to hate our families, and want out. We are going to buy two random places, and then move together in a few months anyways? Why are you so nervous? I want to know now."

Alejandro can tell that this conversation was not going well, "I am being a realist. Being long-distance is one thing, but to automatically live with one another is another thing. If one of us booked an apartment or a hotel room near one another is the most ideal scenario."

"We have been living together for OVER A MONTH, and have done it for TWO TO THREE MONTHS BEFOREHAND ON A PLANE. Are you scared of me emasculating you? I don't see the big issue with this."

"There are finances to cover. You are in school, and I need to go back to school. There are jobs to consider. We have never been together outside of the contexts in this game, and getting used to that while living together could ruin things." Right as things were getting tense, he noticed that some ducks were making its way out of the pond, and onto land, "Shut up, and focus. They're out of the water, and I am starving." Both of them attempt to kill some of the ducks, but they just end up running after them to no avail.

Back at the tents, the other 10 had everything set up, and food was already being prepared. Duncan and Scott were the most drunk, and ended up clinging to one another as they danced, "LAAAAA LAAAA LA LAAAA. ONCE UPON A DREAAAMMMM."

"You... you... yu know VAT? LET'S STREAK. I'VE DONE IT BEFORE, AND WE NEED TO TURN IT UP."

Courtney started to panic when Duncan and Scott started to strip, so she ran to hold both of their pants up, "You two WILL STOP this ploy you have against me. NO ONE will be stripping... Oooohh." She froze when both men started to kiss her neck and proceed to give her hickeys.

"Ugh. She complains about what I've done, but she's allowed to be promiscuous. Double standards much," complained Gwen, as she was sharing a meal with Cameron.

"I have to say that it's weird hanging out with people without Mike and Zoey being around. Its kind of nerve-wrecking, but refreshing at the same time. It is really pushing my social boundaries, which I'm not used to."

Lightning finished his plate of food, and was going to reach in the pot to grab a handful, only for Sierra to slap his hand, "WHA... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?"

"There will be NO seconds. We need to save for all the food we can. How do you all think they're doing out there?"

Jo smirked at the thought of it, "I'm positive they are struggling. Let's leave them there for good."

Sierra actually feels kind of bad, knowing how vain the two are, "I am sure they are struggling. I think we should let them come by to eat. We were starving all day anyways, and if we were struggling with all of this food, I am sure they are even worse." Soon enough, they heard yelling from the forest, though it doesn't seem like it's coming from too far. "I think it's them." With the help of Sam, the two managed to grab two plates full of food to walk into the forest. Everyone else got up to see how the couple were handling their predicament.

Both Alejandro and Heather were covered in mud, and complaining, "So NOW WE HAVE NO FOOD, I AM COVERED IN MUD, AND MY BOYFRIEND WANTS TO STAY FAR AWAY FROM ME."

"WELL IF YOU LISTENED TO ME, AND DECIDED NOT TO SCARE OFF THE DUCKS, AND THOUGHT THROUGH THE PROCESS OF FINANCIALLY AND EMOTIONALLY GETTING USED TO ONE ANOTHER AFTER THE SHOW. I AM STUCK IN THIS... HOT LOINCLOTH."

"AND IT'S WORSE THAT OUR BLOWUP BED POPPED AS WELL." Both of them were interrupted by Jo, Lindsay, and Gwen's whistles, and Duncan, Scott, and Lightning's hollering, and they started to grow glossy over the food Sierra and Sam have in their hands. "WHAT are you all looking at? YOU're the reason why my boyfriend and I are in this mess."

The gamer shook his head, wanting to get this over with, "Interestingly, we brought these two plates because we felt bad, and wanted you two to join us." He played with them by moving it close to them, to see both grow droopy over the fresh food. "So, do you two accept?" He was interrupted when Heather grabbed the plate, and started eating sloppily.

All of them made it back to the tent area, and everyone started to eat and drink. Al was still thinking about the sudden compassion, and was not buying it, "Al... Alright. This is nice and all, and the food is lovely, but why are you all being so nice to us? You could have easily let us suffer from there for a night or two, but you changed your minds."

"Who cares. We have food. Sometimes you need to shut up, and just look good."

Lightning burped obnoxiously before throwing his bottle on the floor, "I'm BOOOORREDDD. Let's play a game. How about truth or dare. LIGHTNING dares himself to BURN ALL OF HIS SHIRTS." Everyone did not know how to react when the athlete ran to get all of his shirts, and threw them into the fire. He right after took off the shirt on his body, and threw it into the fire, "WOOOHHHOOOO."

Jo was confused, as to whether to look at the muscles residing on him, or to laugh in his face from the stupidity. She instead focused her intentions on others, "I feel like stirring stuff up today. Courtney, truth or dare."

"Truth."

"Alright, you have slept with Alejandro, Scott, and Duncan out of everyone here, and I am curious. Which one is the better lay?" The blonde looked at Heather to see her restrain from growling, and focused her attention on the embarrassed Courtney.

The prep bit her lip, and avoided looking at all three of the men, "Well, I will cut out Duncan. He just poked, and bit, and there was no stimulation. At first, it was good, but it got old fast. I am sure Gwen can vouch for me on that." She ignored Duncan choking on his beer in embarrassment, and the glare from Heather, "As for the other two, I... I... I can't chose... like at all..."

Laughter was soon heard from everyone, and Gwen felt like being a trouble maker. "OOOOOHHHH. I... I feel like joining. So AAAAALLLLL, you've fucked almost every single woman here. Who is the best? Courtney or Heather? When we were COOL, she told me a lot about how you put it down, and what you whispered to her when she was riding the heck out of your bull. From what certain GUYS from our CAST HAD TOLD ME, HEATHER has a STINKY, GOOEY, AND LOOSE VAGINA. OOH, I forgot to mention that the ONE negative thing Courtney had to say about your dick is that your balls are almost as long as your cock. You two seem like your sex lives are throw-up worthy."

Heather was beyond annoyed with the petty stuff that was being thrown out, "You all saw us naked on the floor when you barged in this morning. Everything looked fine and dandy. I don't know why everyone is so worried about our relationship."

"Heather, calm down. It is fine, and I can take all of this questioning," he tried to ease, but he soon found his hand swapped by Heather.

"NO. I'm STILL annoyed at you, and you TRYING to diffuse this conversation is not making anything better. I can ask you ALL about YOUR secrets, and poke about every relationship you have ever been, but here is the difference; I DO NOT CARE."

Duncan was bored, "HOLY FUCK. Are you gonna answer the question Al or not? Who is better in bed? I can answer that, but they are asking you."

"I actually RESPECT my girlfriend, so I am not going to divulge into this... trivial, antagonistic, messy crap. I will never make my girlfriend feel embarrassed and have her womanhood attacked by me divulging into this horrible game of yours."

Gwen wanted to sink in her knife a bit more, "I did not hear an answer. What do you feel? Who is better in bed? Come on, I thought you had nothing to hide. Come on, what hurt will it do? We are here to BOND, and to have FUN. COME ON."

The "queen of mean" looked to her boyfriend to await an answer, and saw how he struggled to open his mouth, panic and fear gt to her, and she threw the beer all over him, "I'm DONE WITH THIS. You CAN'T EVEN DEFEND ME over THESE BITCHES? FUCK YOU." Heather got up, and threw her now empty beer bottle against the tree before walking away from everyone.

Alejandro knew he was in trouble, and did not want any crazy decisions to be made solely from alcohol, "Hold up Heather. For GOODNESS SAKES, WHERE are you going?"

She saw him follow her, which caused her to tell angrily, "BACK TO MY HOTEL ROOM. I DO NOT CARE if it takes COUNTLESS hours. GET AWAY FROM ME, and STICK WITH HER."

to be continued...