the Hotel Room

2

Tyler wakes up with half an erection pressed between his legs and smothered by the warm body clinging to him. He is warm, happy, and just a little aroused.

There is a head of hair beneath his chin and pressed into his chest. Two arms wrap around his back, a hand curling lightly against the nape of his neck in sleep.

Soft breaths beneath him and he doesn't want to open his eyes.

He has never felt this comfortable, or even this at peace upon waking up.

His arm is drapped loosely over the body before him, and he burrows deeper in the full-body hug he's become a part of, holding fast to one thin shoulder as an involuntary yawn escapes him.

Tyler stretches in his sleep and blinks his eyes.

Soft golden light through closed curtains falls across the bed, the sheets, their tangled legs. A head of dark, messy hair tucked against Tyler's chin.

Tyler watches the morning highlight dark tattooed shoulders, a bare back.

He doesn't quite remember how he got here, not yet at least, but something is softly nagging against the back of his brain and he gently brushes soft strands of hair to the side.

Deep blue eyes slit open, close, and then blink, heavy with sleep.

"Tyler," says the person holding tightly to him, before snuggling even close and falling straight back into slumber. Muttering incomprehensible words that warm against Tyler's chest.

He should be at least a little alarmed, Tyler realizes. Waking up with a stranger in an unfamiliar bed. But he really is very comfortable. And it's not like he isn't the bigger of the two of them, if things came to that.

And besides which, his brain is still only half awake, pressed against his thighs.

The warm body so close to him it could be part of his skin is very familiar, and he shifts as something presses even more firmly inside his own head.

A knock on the door, and it's opening.

Luke calls out, "Get up Jon! I brought breakfast! You too, Tyler." As he comes in, hands full of paper bags and sweet smells.

Closing the door with a light kick, his back to the bed as Tyler abruptly sits up, startled.

Jonathan stilling clinging on, like a leech.

Tyler blinks in confusion for a moment before glaring darkness at Luke.

"You bastard," he mutters, and attempts to untangle himself unsuccessfully as Luke just laughs at his expense and puts the food on the counter.

"Just be glad it's only me," Luke offers, grinning. "Mini and Marcel were worried sick when they couldn't find you this morning. They offered to help me look for you."

Tyler mutters filth under his breath and attempts to get up again.

Jonathan just holds on the tighter, burrowing his nose into Tyler's neck under his ear and it sending another wave of heat right down his stomach and into his groin.

He blushes hard, and glares. A giant fucking teddy bear.

Luke laughs so loud the neighbors complain, yelling from the next room.

–

It takes a great deal of coaxing, but eventually Jonathan is fully awake and Tyler is freed, much to his unvoiced disappointment.

And they are all well into breakfast, digging in with enthusiasm and sitting on the bed simply for lack of chairs when the unlocked door is flung open and a worried Craig runs in.

"Nobody's seen Tyler in the kitchens either and – Oh. You goddamn son of a bitch!" He leaps onto the bed, food cartons going every where and attacking Luke and then Tyler. Jonathan nearly diving off the bed to save his blueberry pancakes.

"I was worried sick!" Craig lightly slaps a laughing Luke and turns his attention to a still flustered, glowering Tyler. "I woke up and you were gone. At first I thought 'oh he's probably just in the bathroom taking a shit' but then you never came back and the fucking power went out and did you see how much it snowed outside last night? It's up to the second floor window! I thought –"

"I told you not to worry," Luke manages to get out in his hysteria.

"Hey, Mini, you find him yet?" Marcel asks as he comes in the open doorway. Closely followed by Evan and Brock.

"Wait.." Craig squints at Jonathan, who is still eating.

"Delirious?" He wonders outloud.

Jonathan looks at him from behind his takeout tray. "Yeah?"

"Stop fucking eating," Luke grumbles and tries to take the food away.

Jonathan glares heatedly and holds the food closers to his chest. "Get your own pancakes!"

"I bought the damn things!" Luke retorts and reaches over Tyler, to try and grab the food.

Craig just sits there, open mouthed, watching.

"Wow." Is Brocks' imput. "You're as cute as I imagined."

Jonathan blushes as Evan speaks up from the background, saying "Uh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news guys. But you all are kind of stranded here for the time being. The airports are shut down from the storm and won't open back up for at least a few more days."

"Perfect!" Marcel yells, dive bombing the bed. "Plenty of time to spend with Delirious then!" And tackles said person, food container flying away under a surprised exclamation.