the hotel, motel, holiday inn

Old McDonald

Reilly kissed Danny smack on the lips before leaving the McDonalds playplace.
Danny pulled out the crumbled up piece of paper that Jeffrey had stuffed in his pocket. Danny smiled at the paper before pulling out phone #2 and entering the number on the paper.
Danimal: hey big CEO papa
Jeff: hey is this danny from earlier today? you looked so sexy in that Korn tshirt and red hoodie today ;)
Danimal: haha thanks handsome, you looked even better than the pictures i've seen online
Jeff: oh so you've checked out my pictures huh? how about this one?
*image attached*
Danny slammed his phone down on the table when he opened the picture and it was a full on cock. Was this really happening? Is he really getting with the CEO of Amazon?
Danimal: can i come to your hotel room tonight?
Jeff: of course you can baby boy.
The table almost flipped when he stood up with excitement. He grabbed his last chicken nuggets are scarfed them down (there were only 6 left so it's nothing).
With his guitar case slung across his back, he practically skipped down the street to the Holiday Inn. The doors opened in a swift movement.
"Welcome to the Holiday Inn, can I help you? Oh, Danny. Hi, what's up?" The receptionist said. Her name tag read Amber. From radio? Yeah it is.
"Uhhh hey, I'm just visiting a friend." Danny stuttered, avoiding eye contact with the midget at the counter. She nodded, not suspicious at all.
Danny darted towards the elevator and going to the highest floor. The doors opened and Daniel took a deep breath before exiting. He strolled down the hallway, checking the numbers on the doors he passed.
His heart stopped when he reached the door he had been searching for. He knocked hesitantly and swallowed the lump in his throat.
The door opened to Jeff in nothing but a towel around his waist and around his hair even though he has no hair. Jeff pulled Danny in the room by his locks.
"Welcome to my big, Amazonian, jungle"
"Ohhhh Jeffie Poo" Danny giggled. Unmentionable things happened that night. Until a visitor knocked.

Amber had sent Reilly a concerned text about Danny soliciting sex at the hotel. Reilly dropped his onion rings and rushed back to Division Street. The blond boy slammed the buttons in the elevator. He sprinted down the hallway until he heard,
"oh Jeffie, i'm coming undone!!"
Reilly knew that strenuous voice from anywhere. It was his little kirby. Danny. Reilly was infuriated. All he could think of doing is shitting. He tried his best to stay clenched but the anger squeezed past his efforts.