Sleepless Nights | Jaune & William
Tate's hair was still wet from the shower when the request came through. William's room, immediately. Immediately. Now that was a word that struck him down every time. He wasn't sure whether this was intentional or not--he hadn't thought William capable of it to be honest--but he could already feel his skin going hot as he slipped into his sandals. Others might've found it troublesome, having prepared themselves for the night only to have it all dashed out the window.
But for Tate there was almost nothing more erotic than being taken by surprise; being woken up out of sleep by an already-feverish lover or showing up late to scheduled appointments because you got caught up in the car. When the order came in, it was difficult not to just rush out of his room in nothing but that thin little towel. Manners, Tate. Manners.
His mind buzzed during the walk from Vista to Quay. He replayed their last conversation over and over in his mind and trying to predict what kind of environment he was going to be walking blindly into. Maybe William would be half-cocked from the get-go. Bare and ready to go, calling on Tate to finish off what he was unable to do himself. Maybe he'd demand to be tied, or bound or gagged or just fucked, against a wall, a window, a table. Would his suite smell like crisp sheets and aftershave or leather and sweat, the dream stage for some errant BDSM fantasy?
Once he reached his destination, Tate cleared himself with the staff and headed up to the room number he'd been provided, outwardly calm save for the beginnings of a raging hard-on clinging uncomfortably to his thigh as he walked. His knees buckled when he reached the room and knocked, breath hitching--here it comes. Fuck.
Those few seconds just waiting for the door to open were absolute torture. He bounced his knee anxiously off the floor. Even under the beanie he'd pulled down tight over his ears, his hair felt like ice by the time he entered Quay. The cold clung to Tate's bones through his clothes and he ached for the warmth of William's body, so much so he gave a very audible, dreamy sigh that shook slowly from his lungs. He'd readied himself for so much in the last few minutes, but couldn't even begin to have been prepared for what was waiting when that door finally opened.