SOLID

My Smile

Peat carried his bag back into the room. Peat could literally feel Fort's eyes all over him as he walked behind him back to the room. He was pissed off with everything, he slammed his bag on the floor and lay on the bed
"I call dibs on the bed, you can sleep on the floor for all I care."
"Fine." Fort agreed immediately. "I'll take a shower then sleep."
"Do whatever you want." Peat responded. It was clear he was hurt. His words were sharp and painful. Fort could feel his chest tighten and ran to the bathroom. He turned on the  shower, stayed in it and cried. He held his mouth so no sound was coming out. The torture he was feeling was caused by him. He shook his head aggressively as he couldn't bear what was happening. The urge to hug Peat everyday. The urge to run to him, tell him everything, and hold onto him was strong. But he knew he couldn't do it. He knew doing it would put Peat in a lot of trouble so he had to stay still. After showering he came out. Completely forgetting that there was someone in the room. He walked across the room with a towel to get the robe. He didn't understand why it was so far away from the bathroom. He picked it up, tossed the towel aside and put it on. He turned to return the towel back to the bathroom. He picked it up. Peat just stared. He had his mouth slightly open. In shock and a bit of lust. His former man looked so good he couldn't help it. He almost drooled until his eyes caught with Fort's. He turned around in a pretentious manner. He was not going to be caught lacking. He picked up a book by the side table and read it. He ordered food and luckily room service had come so he was saved. He quickly ran to the door and opened it. When the food arrived. Peat eyes were wide opened, he had ordered for two and they were all Fort's favorite foods and his. "What was I thinking?" He turned and looked over his shoulder, Fort had snuck up behind him. "What?" He asked defensively.
"Did you order for me?" Fort asked seeing the table.
"Never, why would I when we are nothing." Peat pushed the trolley over to the bed and ate what was on the table greedily to prove a point. He didn't want to look weak, at least not to the man who hurt him. After taking a few bites and swallowing quickly he choked. Fort ran up to him and gave him water, patted his back till he felt better. When the ordeal was over. Peat realized he was holding Fort's hand tightly. He quickly let go.
"Are you okay, babe... I mean Peat?"
"I'm fine, you said you were hungry, seems like I'm full already, enjoy." Peat went to the bed, covered himself with the blanket and slept off. His heart wasn't paying attention to him and he needed to stop breathing the same air as Fort. He chose someone else over him and he was going to still treat him like a traitor.
Peat tossed and turned he couldn't sleep properly. Someone was shivering on the floor. He was not going to mind but it continued and he was quite worried. He woke Fort up and asked him to sleep on the bed. He wrapped him up nicely. He was going to pat his head, but remembered there was boundaries so he had to stop. On second thought he didn't mind and stroked Fort's head. He shifted and gave a reason distance from him. But like a caterpillar Fort crawled and found his on Peat's chest, his hand over him, sleeping peacefully. For someone who threw him away. He clearly couldn't live without him. Fort knew what he was doing but he couldn't stop. He loved Peat and was well aware of what was happening but didn't mind. Peat made him happy and although he messed up by hurting him, he knew they were both suffering.
The next morning Fort woke up and found himself still on Peat's chest. He closed his eyes wishing for the moment to last longer. He didn't move over, Peat eventually woke up and saw Fort on him. Rather than aggressively push him off,  Peat stroked his head again.
"Fort, as much as I hate and despise you. I still have to take care of you." Fort heard this words and he shed a tear. It touched Peat's chest, he bent his head and saw it. He cleaned his eyes, gently lay him back on the bed. He stood up and was going to the restroom. He turned back to look at the sleeping man he smiled a little. Peat made up his mind. He was going to break Fort down and get him to tell him what happened and he knew exactly how to do it. Denmark was the best place.