Ross Lynch's Unknown Story

The Trip

Dustin's POV:

"Soo, Rossy..."

I felt him shudder under my touch as I felt his wet blond hair against the side of my face, standing behind him.

"Soo...save the fish? Really?" He said, chuckling under his breath.

"Yeah..y'know..water is precious now" I say as I run my fingers from his shoulder down his naked body till my fingers grazed his waist. It was cute how he shudders every time I touch him intimately.

I turn Ross around and gaze into his beautiful eyes. I cup the side of his face and kiss him, and slowly move down his torso till I'm on my knees in front of him.

------------> 45 minutes later...

"Jeesh! You two were in there forever!"

Ugh. Thanks Rocky.

Ross blushed wildly.

"Well, erm, yeah, we were..dirty?"

The rest of the group erupts in laughter.

"Not helping boo" I say, smiling into his neck.

"Whatever guys! Stop it!"

Oh Rossy. You're so cute when you're embarrassed.

"Well..whatever. So, Dustin..I have a surprise planned for you.."

"A surprise in Miami?" I ask, perplexed.

"Well..it starts in Miami. It ends elsewhere. We've got 5 days before our last concert in Miami, so I thought we could do something more..private? Romantic? Either or" he said, blushing.

"D'ahwww, my bro is finally doing something romantic with someone!" Rydel yelled.

"Yeah, but I'm not telling anyone anything. I already told the temp driver we were going to Miami-Dade International before he drops you guys off at the W Hotel in South Beach. We'll meet you guys back there the day before the concert yeah?"

God, I can't believe Ross planned all of this! Usually I was the one to do unexpected and expensive things at the last minute, but I liked the roll reversal.

"Okay boys! We're at the Delta Terminal. Have fun!" Paul, the temp driver said as he got off the bus to unload our bags.

"But Ross, I don't know what to pack.."

"I already packed everything you'll need, don't worry Dustin" he said, pecking me on the cheek. God I loved this boy so much.

The rest of R5 hugged us as we disappeared into the terminal. We walked up to an automatic kiosk, where I'm assuming Ross had tickets already waiting.

He handed me a freshly printed boarding pass.

"Boston?! How did you know I've always wanted to go to Boston! I yelled, drawing attention from other travelers.

"Well, when I was in your room, I saw you had a few framed autographs of early American leaders. I noticed a few history books in your library; two looked fairly well-read, and were about Boston, so I thought I'd take you there!"

Oh my god he was a perceptive little guy. I pulled him into a tight hug.

"Thanks Rossy. I love you."

"I love you too", he said, pecking me on the nose. He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowded security checkpoint. He pulled me into the "Priority Boarding Line", or as the rich know it, the First Class line. I looked down at my ticket and noticed our seats were 2F and 2G. Right next to each other, in first class. 'This must've been costly..' I think to myself before remembering that R5 commands some pretty decent ticket and merchandise sales.

"Boarding pass and ID's please"

I hand my ID to Ross and he hands them both, as well as our tickets, to the plump TSA agent. Ross grabs my hand, and the agent eyes us awkwardly.

"You two an item?" He says, looking over his wire-rimmed glasses.

"Uhh, yes sir" Ross replies.

"Hmph. Damn fags".

Ross, don't do it. Don't do it Ross, not in an airpor-

"EXCUSE ME?!" He said, loud enough to make the other TSA agents and travelers look over.

"I said; damn, faggots" the man replied, the word 'faggot' dripping off his tongue like the poison it was.

"Ross, ignore him. We'll just make a formal complaint later".

"Pft, what're two little fags gonna do to get me fired?" He said with an amused look on his face. Ross was steaming so I stepped in, about to lose my cool.

"Listen jackass, see this watch?" I asked, pointing to the timepiece on my wrist. "This is a custom, hand-crafted, solid platinum Breitling with twelve complications (A/N: watch terminology for additional features). It cost me 235,000 dollars, and is a drop in the bucket compared to my over-all net worth. I hate playing this card; but I can get you fired".

The man eyed the watch, looking unamused.

"Fine. Have a nice day, sirs"

Ross looked up at me in admiration.

"I had no idea that watch was so cool! Or you were so badass" he said, smiling up at me.

I smiled back. "Thanks Rossy, let's get on the plane yeah?"

We made our way to the gate and boarded the plane. Once we were underway, Ross leaned over onto me in an attempt to cuddle in the wide leather seats.

"Hey, Dustin?" Ross asked.

"Yeah baby?"

"I was wondering...are you a top or bottom?"

This question amused me. He was thinking about it, and the fact that he asked me now meant he was planning it on the trip. It made sense; it was basically our first night alone since the night Ross came over my house.

"Well boo..I prefer top...but for you, I'm whatever you want me to be"

He smiled ear to ear.

"But why?"

"Oh..Uhm..no..reason?"

"Ross, you're a terrible liar" I say, toying with him.

"I know. I guess you'll just have to see!"

The rest of the flight went by like a breeze. We landed, got ourselves a Town Car that Ross had arranged before hand, and he gave the driver a slip of paper with the address of the hotel, refusing to tell me.

A half an hour later, we stopped in front of a beautiful hotel.

"The Liberty? I've never heard of it" I ask, with my nose pressed against the window staring at the beautiful entrance.

"Yeah", he chuckles. "It's actually an old prison, transformed into a trendy lux hotel" he said, shrugging. I found it to be the coolest thing ever!

We checked in, and had a romantic dinner in the restaurant. Conversation never got old with him.

"So..back to the room? We can tour the city tomorrow..tonight, I have plans for you" Ross told me, with a mischievous look on his face.

"S-sure..the room"

I knew exactly what he had planned, and I couldn't get back fast enough.