Pain and Love Comes in Many Forms

Chapter Twenty Four

"I-" I paused, "this place is already giving me the creeps, and I used to live here!" I muttered under my breath.

"No kidding." Heather mumbled.

Ian, looked at the uneasy looks on Jack's face and guessed he hated this place too, "so small towns are no fun?"

"I'm already picturing the conversation. 'Remember when jack used to fuck me? How does it feel to be-' or some shit." I grunted.

"Well, I love you, which is an emotion I never had for those girls."

"Obviously."

I took in a deep breath, and entered the hotel, seeing an old face at the counter. Her body was tired, her eyes looking blankly towards the hallway.

Old Mrs. Jameson. She was... something.

"Uh, excuse me." I got out.

She tiredly turned to look at us, her eyes snagging on me, her face lighting up with some sort of emotion.

"Well if it isn't little Ethan! Haven't seen you in ten years!" She exclaimed warmly.

I smiled softly, "Yeah, there's a reason for that." My fingers thumbed at the handle on my suitcase.

"Would you lot like some rooms?" She asked.

"Yes. Can we get two rooms. Each with a queen sized bed?" Ian requested.

"Oh, but there's..."

"Those two are married and the two of us are dating. We do not need to share a room," jack informed, gesturing to Ian and Heather then me and himself.

"Oh! Well, I always thought you two had something going on. Guess I was right!" Mrs. Jameson exclaimed.

At least she wasn't homophobic.

"I'll get you your rooms."

The entire process went smoothly and we temporarily parted to go to our rooms.

Jack and I got room 102 and heather and Ian got room 132. We were on other ends of the building.

The minute we got into our room, we fell onto the bed, dropping our suitcases on the ground. We sunk into the sheets, the exhaustion rolling off our shoulders.

"I'm not looking forward to tomorrow."

"Same here," jack groaned in agreement.

I took a deep breath, feeling sorta nostalgic. This hotel was pretty ingrained in my mind. I remember all the weekends and breaks we'd pool our money together and escape here to be away from our families and to talk without being heard.

When we started messing around, we would sometimes go here. We maybe used this hotel once or twice before everything blew up in our faces.

I could remember all the stolen beer we snuck in, the taste on my lips even still.

I could remember Jack's breath on my chest and on my face, and the soft hickeys he left on my skin, each bite filled with lust.

I looked over at Jack, his eyes almost closed, long lashes beating away at his tired mind. His soft pink lips pursed in thought, his raven hair messily thrown about, unkempt.

And his warmth.

His presence next to me calmed me.

I rolled on top of him, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around me, playing with my hair.

"I sometimes missed the innocent times we shared," jack said softly.

"Or the intimate nights filled with lust?"