The Culinary Massacre

the twink and his twinktivities

Husky pov

He's been so touchy it's driving me insane. When he kissed me I thought I'd die. We are walking and we are almost to the hotel. I don't want this to end. Ever. Even though he's a cocky arrogant asshole he's also nice and caring. I just want him to like me.
The hotel is a few meters away and when we reach it Obama keeps his arm around me showing me that he's not scared of people seeing us.
"Can we get a room please?" He asks the young women.
"Yes sir there are two available. However, both rooms only have one bed." She says glancing towards me.
"That's perfectly fine." He says tightening his arm.
"Ok sir. It's room 214 on the second floor. Here's your key." She said, sliding him a key.
"Thanks." He said, pocketing it and heading towards the elevator.
He clicked the button and the door dinged closed.
We headed to our room in absolute silence and he opened the room to reveal a king bed with fresh, nice sheets.
"Do you want me to sleep on the floor?:m" I asked as he shut the door.
"Of course not you're sleeping with me." He said unbuttoning his shirt. I blush and turn away.
He suddenly grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
"Do you not want to sleep with me?" He asked with a fake innocence.
"No, I really want to sleep with you." I said blushing when he glanced at my lips.
"Good." He said walking away and kicking his shoes off.
What? I thought he was going to kiss me. Fucking tease.
"There's some pj's in the closet. I checked but they're womens but that'd be better than that tux." He said.
"Um you sure?" I asked. I wasn't sure about this.
"You'd look cute in them." He said looking at me with a smile.
Sold.
"Ok, sure." I said going into the bathroom to change.
These were not pj's. It's fucking lingerie. Plus it's a dress but he seemed desperate. God. I slip off my clothes and put on the "pajamas."
When I come out he looks over me and kisses me. Hard. It's not gentle like Harry.
Our teeth clash and his hands start to roam.
He pulls away for a bit.
"Wow." I say stunned.
"Sorry, you just looked really hot." He said sitting down and looking at me. He was undressing me with his eyes and I was a blushing mess.
I went over to him and kissed him. At first it was slow but became more feverish. His shirts was still on, though unbuttoned. I slipped my hand into his chest. My hands now roaming him like his eyes were to me. I slip off his shirt completely as he moves onto neck. I run my hands over his arms and he let's out a low groan. Then his phone goes off. He pulls it out of his pocket and hits decline without looking at the caller ID. He then put his phone on silent.