- Intoxicating love - (Jesse Klaver x Rob Jetten)

11- endless fighting and games

This chapter is dedicated to paparesse ;) They know why ahahaha.

Hot water streaming down his body. The temperature burns his skin, the steam in the room converts the mirrors into blurry objects, not useful enough to work for their old purpose.

He can hear footsteps behind the bathroom door. Things turning around, bags opening, bed squeaking.

And Jesse can hear him too. He can hear the water flowing, water drops collapsing against the tiles. He can hear the shampoo bottle opening and closing, even the sound of a loofah gliding against Robs body.

He can hear him step out of the shower, close the glass door, reaching for the towel, and grabbing the hairdryer.

And when he steps out of the door, it's almost like the world has stopped, but he can still hear him. He can hear it. Music, blasting in his ears; violins, the piano and a choir of golden voices, a symphony of all the good feeling his body is able to endure.

"How do I look?"

Rob twirls around, showing off the suit he chose. Sage green, easy on the eyes, a white dress shirt that could be classified as a bit too tight, but it's snuck around his body so beautifully. The hair put together in a neat complexion of hair product, natural shine, and volume.

He wants to say 'incredible', but the words remain stuck in his throat, accompanied by the breathlessness that's taken him over. He remains speechless.

"Oh come on, does it hurt your manliness to give another man a compliment? Tell me, what do you think?"

He takes another swirl, showing how the suit is tailored to perfection, and how well it hugs his best features.

"You look-"

He gulps.

"Tolerable."

Rob rolls his eyes in annoyance, but eventually accepts Jesses inability to be nice for once. Usually he would be angrier, even a bit hurt, but as he remembers the incident in the bus, he knows that he has won. At least for today.

The weight on his upper thigh couldn't have been an illusion. Rob knows, phantom hands haven't left that spot ever since, which is only an effect Jesse could've triggered. His heart glows as he remembers Jesses sleeping figure on his small body.

"Okay, we gotta get to the Congress! Are you gonna go like this?"

Rob scans him, up and down. He still hasn't changed out of the sweatpants and the stained shirt.

"Of course not. Go, I'll get there later."

The moment the words leave his mouth, his shirt lands abandoned on the hotel floor, letting his body show without shame.

"Oh you're gonna-? Alright, I-, let me, I-"

It's like every attempt at taking his eyes off of the changing body in front is hopeless, he's drawn to it. While his feet guide him to the door, almost tripping over themselves, his eyes can't help but watch the spectacle unfold.

"Okay, I-"

He takes another scan, from the top of his curly head, down to his bare feet"

"I'll go now. See ya"

The door closes with a thump, and finally he can get back to normal breathing. The air filling his lungs, the soft carpet under his shoes, this is familiar. Finally something he can deal with, finally something ordinary.

The vinyl coated wallpaper of the hotel walls hurts his eyes, too many shapes and patterns, not enough free spaces he could rest his eyes on. Shapes, thoughts, emotions, a cocktail of sensory overload. Everything is too much, alike the cold air that creeps under his blazer once he's past the reception, but also at the same time nothing at all.