Man this took way too long! Sorry! I used to be able to churn these out! LOL Ah, life, the greatest leech of PASSION!
TEEHEE
“I can’t see a damned thing!” Saeran squinted through the windshield. The wipers were going a mile a minute, but it was pouring so hard it was like driving through a waterfall.
“Hold on, there’s a motel less than a mile out.” Yoosung huddled over his phone, not wanting to look out the window at all.
“Motel?” Saeran sneered.
“I know, but it’s going to be like this all night.” Yoosung said then screamed as oncoming lights barely missed them. Saeran jerked the wheel and the tires spun, swerving the car back and forth before he was able to regain control.
“Motel it is.” Saeran said as he slowly pressed the gas pedal.
It took almost ten minutes for them to get to the exit, and another five to make it to the motel. Yoosung’s ears burned listening to the explitives coming out of Saeran’s mouth. They both breathed a sigh of relief as they pulled up to the Motel.
“I’ll run in.” Saeran said. He left the car running and dashed to the office. He was soaked as he stepped inside and shook himself like a dog. His red hair was plastered to his head and he wiped the bangs out of his green eyes.
The teenager behind the counter picked his phone up and took a picture as he laughed.
“Haha! Just give me a room! Two beds or two rooms with one bed. Whatever you have.” Saeran walked in, his shoes squishing with every step.
“Sorry bro, I’ve only got one room left, it’s the smallest. Been getting lots of people pulling over tonight.”
“Fine. I’ll take it.” Saeran said, handing over his credit card. The teenager snickered but took the payment and had him sign a guest book.
“Have a great night.” The boy sneered.
Saeran yanked the keys from his hand and glared at him as he walked away. Taking a deep breath and hunching over he opened the door and ran back to the car.
“Oh.” Yoosung’s eyes were wide as he took in Saeran’s drenched form.
“Not a word.” Saeran growled. Yoosung bit his lip and clenched his jaw so he wouldn’t laugh. He tossed the key to Yoosung and asked for the number on it.
“Nine.” Yoosung said and squinted through the barrage, trying to see the numbers on the doors. They found the door but had to park further away because there were cars in front of it.
“Ready?” Saeran asked after he turned the car off.
“No.” Yoosung answered.
Without another word Saeran threw open his door and he sprinted to the overhang. It wasn’t much better under there. He hugged the wall all the way to the door before he realized that Yoosung had the key. He turned to watch Yoosung dash towards him, his blond hair drenched, looking longer than normal as the product he used to make it fluffy rinsed out completely in the deluge. He reached Saeran and thrust the key into the lock. They tumbled through the door and slammed it shut behind them.
“Fuck!” Saeran said. Yoosung nodded in agreement.
They began to shiver, and both walked towards the small bathroom.
“Uh…” Yoosung let Saeran step into the bathroom. The red head climbed into the tub and began to undress.
“There’s room in here, come on, you need to get out of your clothes too.” Saeran said. Yoosung shook himself. Of course it wasn’t a big deal to get naked. They were friends. It wasn’t like neither of them had never seen a naked man before. He peeled the wet clothes off him and wrung them out in the sink then tossed them where he could find space enough so that they would hopefully be dry by morning. Saeran had used the shower rod to do the same with his cothes.
The red head grabbed two towels from the shelf above the toiled but when he unfolded them he just laughed. He tossed one to Yoosung and he too grinned. There was no hiding behind the small towels. They used them to dry off their bodies and as much of their hair as they could.
“I guess we sleep naked.” Yoosung said, not able to look at Saeran at all.
“Not a problem.” Saeran walked out, still drying his hair he stopped and stared at the single bed. It wasn’t that it was just one, it was that it was small. Not much bigger than a twin. “Shit.”
“What?” Yoosung looked over his shoulder. “Oh.”
“Not sure how comfortable that’s going to be.” Saeran said.
“Well, uh, I can sleep on the floor I guess.” There was nowhere else to sleep, not even a recliner or stuffed chair. There was a tiny desk and stool in the room, nothing else. Not even a television. Not that they were in the mood to watch anything. Yoosung was exhausted. The last hour had been anxiety building.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’ll be tight, but I’m sure it’ll be more comfortable than the floor.” Saeran tossed the towel on the desk and pulled the cover off and onto the floor. “Not gonna’ touch that.” He then pulled the sheet down and Yoosung tried to keep his lavender eyes on the bed and not Saeran’s skin. He quickly went around the other side of the bed and jumped in, pulling the sheet over himself before his growing erection could be seen. Saeran arched his eyebrow but said nothing. He slid into the other side of the bed and they turned back-to-back.
“Good night Yoosung.” Saeran said, closing his eyes, intimately aware of their asses touching.
“Good night.” Yoosung could barely speak, his body breaking out in goosebumps.
“Are you cold?” Saeran asked, feeling the shivering coming off Yoosung.
“No, no, I’m fine.” Yoosung lied, trying to control his body.
“I can grab the blanket. It’s pretty light but might be enough to warm you up.” Saeran offered.
“Uh, no, I agree with you, I doubt there is anything good on that blanket.” He tried to laugh.
“OK, well then.” Saeran turned to face Yoosung and pressed himself against his back.
“What are you doing?” Yoosung squeeled.
“Settle down, just trying to warm you up.”
“Well…it’s working…I mean…uh…oh god!” Yoosung buried his head in the pillow and pulled the sheet over his face. Saeran chuckled.
“Am I making you nervous?” he whispered right into his ear. Yoosung yelped and jumped out of bed.
“You’re doing that on purpose!” he accused, fists on his hips. There was a bright flash of lightning, illuminating the room, easily showing the reaction Saeran had on him. Saeran’s green eyes traveled down Yoosung’s body and noticed before Yoosung yelped again and turned around, trying to hide himself.
“Looks like you’re wide awake now.” Saeran teased.
Yoosung’s shoulders slumped, and he could feel tears of embarrassment sting his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Saeran said softly shuffling to a sitting position on the bed. “Get back in bed Yoosung. I won’t try anything, I promse. I’m tired, you’re tired. Let’s just go to sleep, OK?”
Yoosung sighed, what other choice did he have anyway? He slid back into bed and let Saeran put his arm around him. He could feel his breath on his neck, but it was comforting. They fit against each other like a puzzle. He could feel Saeran’s erection but true to his word, he didn’t try anything. Yoosung wasn’t sure he was glad or sad about that.
When he was finally close to falling asleep, listening to Saeran’s even breathing, he felt a kiss on his shoulder. It was soft and quick, sending a shiver down his spine. He turned sleepily to face the other man, his eyes were closed, lips parted. Yoosung wrapped an arm around his waist, enjoying the feel of soft skin beneath his fingertips. They touched a scar and ran the length of it. His eyes closed, and he fell into dreams filled with romance and sensuality, and Saeran.
