Drive

Chapter 6

By the time everyone was ready to go back to the hotel, Roman was about ready to drop dead. On the way home everyone decided to ride the same way they had gone out, with Patton, Roman, Logan and Virgil in one car and the others in the other car, driven by the only responsible one of the group, aka, Emile. The group shared a short farewell, and Patton invited everyone to his and Emile's room for a game and movie night. Roman had considered going until he had gotten out of the shower and laid down for five minute on the bed while he waited on Remy to shower.

"Hey, babes." Roman groaned in response, not quite awake enough to comprehend who was waking him or why. "Move over," Remy requested. Roman moaned, still far too groggy to think, but scooted himself to one side. Roman hummed and shifted the sheets on the bed despite his body feeling like lead.

"Wha're you doin'?" Roman asked tiredly.

"Going to bed, what does it look like babes?" Remy asked rhetorically. Roman hummed in response, rubbing his face as if it would pull any of his clouded thoughts together. In all honesty he couldn't think, and the lights were already off so he couldn't see much of anything either.

"Though' you're sleepin' on the couch," Roman grumbled as Remy slid their legs under the sheets.

"In your dreams, babes," Remy chuckled. Their voice was lower than normal, obviously tired. Roman couldn't help but find it calming. Roman shrugged and decided he didn't mind sharing the bed, as it was large enough they could both fit without even touching each other, and the sheets were heavy enough it wasn't likely for one person to drag them all to themself. Suddenly, there was one thought, a memory, really, that flashed in Roman's mind.

"R'my?" he mumbled.

"Yeah?" they responded.

"You nev'r did tell me what that bruise was actually from," Roman pointed out, sleep wearing off. Remy sighed.

"Look, babes, it's not important," Remy said. Roman rubbed his eyes.

"I wanna know," he insisted. He did truly want to know. He was too tired to put it all together at the moment, and everything felt fuzzy, but somehow, instinctively, he knew the bruise was important, and that whatever caused it was important.

"Roman..." Remy whispered. There was a moment of silence before they sighed again. "What do you even care? Look, there are just some things-"

Remy didn't get to finish that thought as Roman lunged forward and kissed them. It wasn't the hot, heated kissed they had shared the night before, but a soft, warm, tender kiss, gentle and assuring. Remy didn't exactly respond to it, but they didn't pull away. Roman hummed into the kiss and push himself up more as to lean over them a tad bit. Eventually, he ran out of breath and he pulled away before collapsing back down onto the bed.

"Roman I-I-" Remy stuttered. "What was that for?"

"I care," Roman explained. There was a poorly timed yawn that Roman had to let loose before he continued. "You said if I cared I'd kiss you."

"That was a joke, babes," Remy murmured. Roman shrugged. Finally his brain was starting to function, and he could make sense of what he was seeing and feeling. The curtains must've been open behind him because the moonlight was shining on Remy's cheek, and Roman could very faintly see the bruise. Remy wasn't wearing a shirt, and only had the covers pulled up to their waist. Roman could see similar marks on their torso, though they were few and far between and some were hidden under black tattoos.

With tired and therefore poor judgment, Roman reached out and placed his hand on a spot on Remy's side that was almost on his stomach. Remy flinched strongly, not as if it hurt, but as if they had expected it to. They pushed Roman's hand away.