the Hotel Room

1

Mini Ladd's snoring could wake the dead.

Tyler didn't know how in the world Marcel could sleep through the sound of a thousand alley cats screeching a romantic offkey ballad to a dumpster, but that was exactly what woke him up.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to get the entire crew piss-roaring drunk in a post-birthday celebration for Mini in Canada in the dead of winter but, hell. It was fun.

It was also fun knowing that Craig apparently sounded like a walrus having sex when he was passed-out drunk.

SNNNNERK–!

Tyler kicked Craig in the back, he was so small it was hard to aim right. He'd worried about hurting the smaller man, Craig stopped snoring so suddenly and he had been at it for well over two hours now maybe–

Craig turned on his side so his face was (what would be standing height) in Tyler's chest.

SSSSNNNNOOORRRKK!

And kicked Tyler off the bed.

"Son of a muscled midget bitch!"

He got caught the blankets as he rolled, and landed upside down with his face pressed into the cheap hotel carpet, one hand behind his back handcuff-style, one holding his weight akwardly on the floor, and both legs spread-eagle in the air.

"Okay, fuck this shit!" Tyler wiggled, trying to break free. "Cartoonz doesn't have to deal with the UndeadSnoringMonster! Cartoonz gets a room all to himself!"

Marcel snorted in his sleep, then joined in on Craig's nasal melody.

And then with a long winding down, the heat cut off. And cold started inching in from underneath the windows and doorjam.

Tyler's eye twitched.

–

Tyler repeatedly punched the door across the hall, the wood bending inward with each pounding.

"Get up, you mutherfucker!"

BAMBAMBAM

"Why the fuck do you get get a room all to yourself anyway! Share your damn stuff!"

BAMBAMBAM

"It's fucking cold in the hallway! Let me in! I'm freezing my ass off!"

BAMBAMBAM

"I'm goddamn tired, okay! It's three in the fucking morning! I wanna go to sleep!"

BAMBA–

"LET ME SLEEP WITH YOU –" Tyler's cut off by a stranger standing in the open doorway. A very pretty strange man standing there in teddy bear boxers, and a reddening cheeks.

Tyler can feel a full-body blush quickly move from head to toe.

"Uh, sorry. Wrong room I guess. I was looking for 103B."

The man opens and closes his mouth. And looks Tyler up and down very quickly. He's still dragging the damn blanket, it's knotted around one leg and wrapped so well he's pretty sure he'd have to cut it off.

"Bad day, Tyler?" The stranger inquires, slowly.

The hallway is only getting colder, and Tyler could never think straight half-frozen. All he wants is to get warm and go back to bed.

He pushes past into the room, and his brain doesn't catch up with the situation, until long after the door is closed, and his leg has been very gently untangled and freed from the blanket by careful hands.

Skinny, tattooed, dark hair and blue eyes.

A match is striking furiously in his head but just refuses to light.

"This is the right room, isn't it..?" Tyler whispers, staring at the teddy bear boxers.

A very familar voice calls out from a large lump in the nearby bed. "Who is it Jon?"

"Santa Claus!" Comes the quick response. "He said you won't get any cookies if you don't go back to sleep like a good boy!"

"I'ma good booy.." Cartoonz mumbles. His breaths quickly evening out into the softness of deep sleep.

Tyler's brain is still trying to catch up to the rest of him as he follows Jon to the bed, into the middle between him and Cartoonz.

Jon is pulling up the covers and settling in when he warns, "I'm sorry if it happens and freaks you out, but I'm a big cuddler. Just .. so you know."

Tyler nods quietly, finally beginning to warm up with Luke against his back, Jon at his front, and the extra blanket he inadvertantly brought along thrown on top of them all and adding to the bundle.

It only takes another minute or two before warm hands slide around his sides and back in a loose embrace, and soft breaths slumber across his neck.

Tyler is still staring in the dark at what outlines he can make out of the tattoos dancing up Jon's arm and shoulder. He is very warm and very sleepy, and very much comfortable being used as a giant teddy bear.

His eyes won't open and he's half-way under by the time he realizes it, and asks, "Delirious?"

"Yes?" Is the muttered reply to his chin.

"Delirious?" He slides an arm around the smaller man and gives into the hug.

Jonathan just snuggles deeper. And sneaks a naked knee between Tyler's legs.