Pas de Trois

Chapter 22: "Don't let me hurt you"

Morning was everything. Danny waited as long as possible to open his eyes. Slade was still holding on to him with his cheek pressed to his chest instead of the pillow. Danny buried his nose in Slade's hair, the comforting smell meaning so much more than ever.

Slade lifted his chin, a shy smile breaking into a yawn. Danny grinned before he yawned too. The soft morning light suggested it was snowing outside which was even more reason not to move from where they were.

"Mm, hi," Slade whispered. He kissed Danny gently.

"Morning," Danny closed his eyes again but Slade pulled away from him.

"Sorry, I have to pee," Slade kissed his cheek.

"But," Danny protested, propping himself up on his elbows to see that Slade did have his usual morning wood. "I can fix that for you."

"If we start that now we'll never leave the room," Slade laughed, disappearing into the bathroom.

Danny let himself fall back to the pillow, grinning at that idea. It would be a miracle if they could actually spend all day in bed. Then again, Danny would be more than happy to try beating his personal record for how many times he could get off in one day. He could still smell Slade on his skin.

With that glorious thought floating through his mind, Danny was stunned when someone knocked on the door. He pulled the covers up over his chest though that would do very little to protect him. At least he and Slade had put their pajama pants back on before they passed out the night before.

"C-come in," Danny called.

The door opened a moment later and a few members of the hotel staff came in, two of them rolling a cart containing their breakfast spread. The third staff person went right for the fireplace and Danny was torn between watching him start a fire and paying attention to where all the food was going.

"Sir, would you prefer us to set up your breakfast on the bar or for us to serve you in bed?" the older man asked.

"In bed," Danny didn't have to think twice about that. He sat up, propping himself on the overstuffed pillows.

"Very good," the man nodded.

Slade emerged from the bathroom, eyes widening when he saw the tray on Danny's lap. He moved much faster after that and was back in bed within seconds.

"Will you take your latte now or should I set it aside?" the server asked. Danny glanced at the nightstand. The bottle of lube was still sitting there and the server was looking right at it.

"I'll take it," Danny hoped he wasn't turning bright red. He took a big gulp of the coffee as soon as the server handed it over. "Oh my gosh, how did you know?"

"We recorded your order yesterday evening," the server nodded. "It's our job to know."

They finished serving their breakfast in bed and left just as quickly as they'd arrived, leaving Danny and Slade to eat alone. Danny's plate was overflowing with fluffy ricotta pancakes, thick cuts of bacon, ham and eggs. As if that weren't enough, they'd brought a basket of muffins, a bowl of cut fruit and a carafe of fresh squeezed green juice for the boys to have as a late morning snack.

"Okay, I have to give up," Slade shook his head as he put his now empty tray on the bar. "There's enough food here to last all day."

"We definitely won't go hungry," Danny could practically feel the last bite of his pancakes melting in his mouth. Slade took the tray from him and set it next to his own.

"No, but we might go back to bed."

"Would that be the worst that could happen?" Danny yawned just thinking about it. "That actually sounds like a great idea."