This hotel was shitty, cockroaches on the walls and floors, and the toilets were broken so there was actual shit as well. Pitbull woke up in this depressing place in a bed surrounded by women. But these random girls cannot fill the hole in his heart like he does. Who was he, you might ask. Well all he knew was that his name was Gordon, and that he had a passion for cooking. As well as a passion for tiny bald dudes like him. It was fate. He knew how this night would end. He would work up the courage to call him just one more time. Then he would decide against it. Then he would work up the courage again. And then he would hate himself all over again and again. Even though he and Gordon had a secret romance, he still had to keep up the facade of a straight man. He met Gordon while he was in another shitty hotel.He was on tour with Iggy Azalea. Iggy was away partying with some of her other friends. He didn't mind though. He wanted some time to himself. He had been so confused with his sexual orientation lately. He would hook up with a lot of women, but he would still never feel satisfied.He had to admit. He did have fantasies about sexy men sometimes... but he always brushed it off.
He thought about Gordon some more. But it was wrong... he had a wife, and she didn't deserve to be cheated on. But he was so dreamy.... Pitbull's thoughts wandered. He imagined what Gordon looked like under that sexy white chef uniform. He quickly snapped out of it, but he had the image of his chiseled 6 pack abs stuck in his mind. He knew what he had to do, and that he had to do it tonight or his chances might wash away.
The night they met, Pitbull was never expecting much. He had ordered room service because he wanted a midnight snack.... But then he found a different kind of snack. A man in a sexy white chef's hat appeared at the door. Gordon looked him up and down and said " Hey cutie, mind if I come in?" With a sexy smirk. He said " Of course you can hottie." He came in and began to hold hands and then kiss passionately. They then cuddled in bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. Pitbull never forgot the feeling of Gordon's rock hard member against his thigh. In the morning Gordon gave him his number. And said, " Call me letter dahling" in that hot British accent.
They hadn't done anything truly sexual, but it still felt wrong about how Tana would feel if she found out. Maybe they could have a three way? No. That might be worse, and Pitbull wanted him all to himself. That night, Pitbull expected it to be like any other hook up. He would never contact him again. If he had lady parts, he could have sent some abortion money if needed. But that won't be necessary of course.. Anyways. It's only destiny that they are now in the same hotel.
Pitbull slowly walked towards the hotel phone, knowing he had to call. He was nervous. He twirled the phone's cord. Then twirled his imaginary golden locks of hair and thought. No, no more thinking. He had to take action.
He dialed the hotel restaurant's number, and heard that smexy British voice that made his cheeks go red and hot immediately.
"Gordon..." He started.
"I knew you would call," he replied, and hung up. Pitbull knew what was about to go down.
He unzipped his suitcase and rummaged through until he found it. He then quickly changed into red silky lingerie with string for handle bars.
He knew that Gordon would not be able to resist his ravishing body. He pulled up his lace trimmed thigh highs and sat on the perfectly made bed. He had round breast implants (he had a remote control that inflated them) and thick thighs. He was so excited to see Gordon.
He waited anxiously thinking about big daddy Gordon. But he quickly realized the situation, and his stomach sank. What if they do bang? What if Tana finds out? She won't, right? Maybe it's an open relationship.
It was not long before he got there. Pitbull bit his lip and winked at him, although he couldn't see that, because he was wearing aviator shades.
"Your head looks smashing mate, I love the way that the light reflects off of it innit." Gordon said.
"Thanks big daddy... Tana won't mind or know, will she?"
"Don't worry you silly little goose." He assured him.
Gordon prepared to inject, as Pitbull curled his toes in anticipation. Gordon bit his lip as he slid his needle in. He missed the right spot a few times, but he eventually got it just right.
"Agh!" Pitbull yelled. "It's long and sharp!"
"It only takes a minute darlin." Gordon said, penetrating with his gaze.
He took out the needle and put a band-aid on the hole.
"Well, that vaccine didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Though, my arm is a tad bit sore."
"Glad I could help. Take that covid." Gordon held Pitbull's cheek and smiled, lowering down and giving him a soft kiss.
"Gordon, draw me like one of your British girls." Pitbull said with a wink.
Gordon, who is surprisingly an aspiring artist, got straight to it. The finished piece is now hanging in a national museum.
Again, Pitbull had been there, done that. Gordon had to leave to take an important phone call, and Pitbull laid on the bed waiting for his return. Gordon looked concerned when he came back in.
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Hotel Room Service (Pitbull x Gordon Ramsay)
FanfictionA (lamb) saucy tale with Gordon Ramsay and Pitbull, including other characters as well.