The Bad Son (Book 2)

Chapter 14

Tin pulled up to the Grand Dame Hotel and waited for the valet. Can's eyes widened when he saw which hotel Tin chose. He freaked out. "Tin, I'm not going in there."

"Why not?" Tin was puzzled. "You said you would try to..."

"I still want to be with you. Pick another fucking hotel, moron!"

"Oh." Tin began laughing. It never occurred to him that Can might be embarrassed to be caught by his coworkers. What was the phrase he used that day? "No one will think you're a paid escort, sucking my fucking dick."

"No, you don't get it." Can was becoming really nervous as the valet approached. "I can get fired for fraternization. I don't even really know what that means! Pete told me not to go out with the customers. You're a customer. Just go somewhere else, okay?"

Smiling, Tin nodded. He stuck his hand out and waved the valet back.  Sighing, "Can, do you know anyplace? This is the only place I stay."

Can nodded. "It's probably not up to your standards but I know it's clean. Ma is picky about places being clean. She brings a black light."

Tin put the directions in the GPS and in less than half an hour, they were there. It was a cheap motel. A place Tin would normally drive right past but here, Can was confident. He was in his element. Tin was adaptable, after England. Nothing was as bad as freezing during one of the damp days in the cold dorm rooms.

Tin checked them in, using his mother's maiden name. The clerk smirked as Can hid in the car. It made Tin's blood boil. He bent his dark head and leaned close to the window. "Miss, if I were you, I'd be very careful. You never know who may be a guest. They may decide that they like the establishment, buy it and fire you, just because they can. Good night."

Her eyes wide, the girl thought of all the pictures she had of the cheating couples in her phone. Carefully she began to delete them all. She needed the steady income. She was so busy doing that, she never took Tin's license plate or their picture.

"So, how do you know of this... establishment?" Tin inquired, as he escorted Can into the motel room. 

"Da takes Ma out once a month to escape Ley and I. They always come here." 

Tin nodded. Can had the loving family he wished for. He wondered if Can understood how lucky he was. He stood in the entrance of the cheap room and stared. It had a single double bed, a cheap flat screen TV,  a small table with two chairs, a generic painting above the bed and a single door open to the bathroom. 

Just as Can promised, it was very clean. Tin slipped off his shoes and walked to the bed. He laid back and sighed. "Are you joining me, Can?"

Can hovered just inside the door. "Just like that?"

"No." Tin laughed. "I haven't showered today. I desperately want one." He stood back up. "First, there is something I want to do." He walked over to the shorter man. "Are you going to run away now that we are here?"

Can slowly shook his head. He was nervous, but it was more from excitement than being scared. "No."

"Good, then can I give you a hug?"

Can's mouth dropped open. Tin wanted to hug him? Why ask? Just do it! No one asked if it was okay, you just did it! "Just do it."

As soon as the words were out, Tin's arms were around him. Enveloped in Tin's scent, Can's arousal became worse, again. Was he going to have a permanent stiffy now? He groaned. He tried to put some space between their lower bodies. Tin slid his leg between and using his hand on Can's butt, pulled him closer.

Friction built up the heat between them.

"Enough!" Croaked Can! "It's enough!" Tin smiled slightly. Not nearly, he thought, not nearly. He let go, pulled the bottom of the rainbow t-shirt and stripped it off.