𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄.. - 𝐩𝐫𝐧 & 𝐦𝐣

chapter eight

The feeling of rushing through the airport, holding Prince's hand the entire time wasn't exactly something Prince was used to, or he felt like he could get used to. The tight grip of his lover's hand and the flashing lights of cameras while they sprinted through the lobby as tiring yet exhilarating.

"We're almost there." Prince said to Michael as they finally made it past the lobby and out into the street, where Prince's car was waiting on him, Michael, and Alex.

The flashing lights made it hard to see under the dark of the night, yet Prince guided a blinded Michael into the limo, a hat on his head, a facemask on his face, and sunglasses shielding his eyes.

"There." Prince breathed when they finally got situated into the car, the driver escorting them from the street just in front of St. Louis Lambert International Airport.

"How are you feeling?" Prince asked as Michael took his face mask, sunglasses, and scarf off, knowing he did have some motion sickness on the plane.

Although they flew private, they still had to go through the main exit because of the demands of the airport, which bothered Prince more than it did Michael, knowing he would be seen because he would be held behind a bit by his pulled hamstring, acquired in Lexington.

"I'm alright." He said, giving him a small smile, his heart racing from the running and his hamstring aching from the overuse.

"What do you wanna eat? We could order Chinese maybe. That's what I want at least." Prince said, turning to him, taking his black winter jacket off as Michael did the same, revealing a blue sweater Prince had bought him a few days back.

"We can get that, I don't mind." Michael shrugged, leaning into his torso when Prince outstretched his arm behind Michael's head.

"Alright." Prince responded, placing a soft kiss on Michael's temple.

It had been a little over two weeks since they had left Toronto and the once broken, unloving, one-purposed relationship had evolved substantially into a caring, fulfilling relationship for both of them, growing at a good rate for the betterment of themselves, Prince letting his guard down a little, and Michael feeding into it.

Soon, they were in front of the Ritz-Carlton, seemingly Prince's favorite hotel, and even sooner, they were in the suite meant to stay maybe 10 people, however it only housed Prince and Michael, Alex entering the picture occasionally.

"I refuse to unpack." Michael stated, unbuckling his pants as they entered the bedroom so he could put on a pair of sweatpants.

"I don't blame you." Prince snickered, as he sat on the bed, taking off his shoes.

"Can you order the food please?" Michael requested, crouching down to open his suitcase.

"What do you want?"

"Just get me whatever you're getting." He waved him off, that being the answer he always gave.

"Alright."

After Michael changed into his sweats, he laid on the bed; on top of Prince really, kissing his cheek occasionally, resting his head on his chest as they; well Prince watched what was on channel 11.

Michael sat up when the doorbell rang, and walked toward the door, undoing the chains and unbolting the door before opening it for the short lady who had the food.

"Thank you very much." He said to her, earning a smile and a nod, re-entering the room, he could hear someone speaking from the TV and he could tell it was a news reporter based off of her tone alone.

"Well today in Saint Louis, Prince was spotted holding hands with a masked stranger..." She began before Prince switched the channel.

"Don't they have other news?" He mumbled as Michael sat on the bed.

"They always report on stars and stuff." Michael shrugged, opening the plastic bag and handing the takeout plate to Prince, along with a plastic fork wrapped in a napkin so that he could eat.

"Thanks." He said, opening the plate to a face full of steam.

They ate in silence other than the sound of the television providing some kind of background noise. Michael only ate half of his food as always, taking both of their plates to the kitchen when he was done.

"Do you wanna do something or.." Prince began, before Michael rolled over onto his side, completely ignoring him, upset with his change of attitude when he saw the news, sprawling his legs out like he would when he was about to sleep.

Just when they were making progress, Prince went 10 feet back into the closet. Michael was even able to get him to give him a kiss in front of a window about 3 days ago, and now it was gone, just like that.

"I'll be back." Prince said; turning on his heels.

"Where are you going?"

"To hang with Sheila and Wendy, I'll be back later."

Michael responded with a simple hum as Prince left before he rolled over onto his stomach, a few tears of frustration leaving his cheeks.

He was doing everything right. Being there for him, telling him about himself, comforting him when he needed it, yet he was still just a fanboy deep down. He cried because he felt powerless and unable to do anything else; but he would rather cry on 350 thread count pillows than back in his Philly apartment alone.

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going nowhere fastttt, we're approaching the climaxxx