C.E.O Piggy

⇠Endure and Survive ⇢

"Hey, we're here," Blake whispered, gently shaking the younger male's shoulder. Who responded with a low groan, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

The younger male looked around the empty car, cocking his head to the side. "Why didn't you wake me?" He questioned groggily.

"You have been stressed with everything that has happened, I figured you needed some sleep," Blake said. "I paid for the room and already have the bags inside as well," He added.

A wave of guilt washed over the younger male, his smile curved into a frown quickly. "You didn't need to do that Blake, I could have paid." He argued.

Blake waved his hand in front of him, "It's no problem, you planned this whole vacation. It was the least I could do." He said, rubbing the back of his head.

We slowly entered the hotel. The entrance lobby was more significant than the rest of the building. The front desk was constructed of dark walnut, and various keys and booklets were scattered around its surface. Christopher snatches a colorful brochure from the desk. Turned around facing a tiny TV room with a dozen chairs and tables nearby. A sizable breakfast bar with a coffee maker, a variety of creamers, and coffee pods were located against the far wall.

Walking down a small hallway, noticing a large window in the wall, Christopher rushed ahead peering into the room. THERE'S A POOL!" He shouted, bouncing from foot to foot.

Chuckling, "Maybe we can check it out later." Blake stated as he continued down the long hallway.

Christopher glanced through the booklet for a few minutes, reading each page for a few seconds before flipping to the next page. "Blake! Look, they are having a Fall festival in town tonight." He exclaimed.

"Festival?" Blake parroted back voice laced with confusion.

"Yeah, there will be food, games, and fireworks." The younger male listed off, the smile on his face growing.

"Sounds fun, we should check it out," Blake said, opening the door to the hotel room.

"The festival doesn't start until eight, so we have enough time to relax and unpack," Christopher said, plopping down onto the bed.

"Maybe we should go early, to avoid the crowd..." Blake suggested nervously.

Christopher stared at the other for a long minute, his smile forming into a thin line as he nodded. "If you don't think you can handle it we don't have to go, I'm sure we can find something to do here," Christopher said.

Blake inhaled and exhaled slightly, "I want to go, I want to make sure you have a good time. I'm just scared." Blake admitted.

"I understand, whatever we do Blake I will have fun. I want to make sure you feel safe." Christopher said.

Blake was quiet, thinking to himself for a few minutes before nodding. "Let's go." He finally stated.

After we took a shower, Christopher put some clothes on the bed. As he slipped on his clothes, the room was filled with soft grunting, as I tried to pull the buttons together of the flannel shirt. The arms only went up my mid-arm before becoming too tight. My pale skin pushed against the metal buttons, spreading the shirt further apart and revealing my navel. "Chris...This is too tight." Blake grunted.

"I think it looks great." Christopher smiled largely.

Blake narrowed his eyes at the other, "Of course, you would say that, but I don't think this is publicly appropriate." Blake said gesturing at himself.

Christopher snickered, "We can put on an undershirt." He said, glancing at the unbuttoned jeans.

"Fine," Blake grumbled, snatching the white shirt from the younger male, slipping off the tight flannel, and slipping on the shirt. Blake let out a small sigh, pulling the two flaps together, grunting as they were only a few inches apart. Inhaling, Blake quickly buttoned the jeans exhaling slowly as the button let out a low creaking.