So Much Smut...

I Hate Airports- Troyler

"Flight 243 has been cancelled. Ticket holders please report to Gate 5 to receive complimentary room assignments. Thank you, and we sincerely apologize for any inconvenience."

"Sincere my ass, fucking inconvenience." I ranted, walking toward the gate. I caught sight of my poor hair, brown locks amiss from running around this morning. "Ugh. Fuck my fucking life!"

I turned to see a boy with the brightest blue hair staring at me in shock. Suddenly, he recovered and approached me. "I'd be happy to handle that for you." He winked at me before walking off, towards the gate.

Standing there, shocked, I replayed what just happened for a moment, before also hurrying to the gate.

As I approached, a lady with a fake grin greeted me. "Hello, sir! May I see your ticket and some ID?"

 I provided her both and she granted me another fake grin. She typed something into a register-type machine and pulled out a receipt. 

"This is your room. You'll be staying with one other roommate. Again, we are terribly sorry for any inconvenience."

I gave her an equally fake smile and walked away, raising my middle finger at noone in particular. Hailing a taxi, I headed toward my hotel.

***

I handed the receptionist the receipt and she scanned a key card, handing it to me. "Your room is 314 on the 3rd floor. Have a nice night," she giggled, winking. What was with people today? I thought tiredly.

I swung the door open, pulling my suitcase in behind me. Throwing it in a corner, I flopped onto the bed, sighing. 

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and out came the blue-haired guy. He glared at me for a moment before saying, "You know, when someone's boxers are on the bed, it usually means he called the bed."

I turned my hard 2 inches to the right and gasped as I saw his boxers, indeed lying there. Blushing, I jumped up and ran into the bathroom.

I looked into the mirror, at my face in a bright shade of red. Collecting myself, I brushed my teeth and changed into a tshirt and sweatpants.

I walked back out to find the pullout bed already made. The blue-haired boy was standing next to it. He turned as I came closer.

"I-uh, we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Tyler." He said, holding his hand out.

"Uh- I'm Troye. With an E." I said, taking his offered hand.

He looked at the bed he made, almost in pity.

"Listen, this bed is crap, let's be honest. Do you want to share the other one? It's huge, and I don't turn in my sleep." He told me.

 I looked at the bed. There were 3 springs that I could see sticking out, and the mattress looked like a rock. I, then, glanced at the other bed, that seemed much more desirable. I glanced at Tyler, his glasses were slightly askew and his blue hair was slightly mussed. He was hot. I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with him.

"Sure," I answered, shrugging. "That bed looks like a death trap," I said, motioning to the pullout. Tyler laughed, nodding. 

***

"So, what are you going to L.A. for?" I asked Tyler. But he was already asleep. I knew it was going to be a long night for me. Sighing, I stared into the darkness, feeling uncomfortably hot next to the very attractive boy.

After what seemed like hours, I heard a moan. Startled, I looked over to Tyler, who was sweating. Oh, I thought, relaxing. It was just Tyler.

A few moments later, I heard another moan, followed by a bucking motion. Then, I heard my name slip out of Tyler's mouth. Startled, I bolted upright, watching Tyler squirm.