Shipwrecked (Lawlorff)

XVII

(Jc's POV)

Matt and I walk up to the room, and I'm happy that he's coming to stay with me. I'm scared that once he finds out what I've done to Lia, he won't want to stay with me anymore.

"Is this it?" Matt asks, gesturing to my room.

"Yeah, that's the one."

He puts in the room key and turns the door. 

"Oh shit, man! It's HUGE!" he screams, running into the room and looking outside the window.

"This is a killer view!"

I laugh and join him over by the window. I know the sunset has caught his eye, but he's caught mine. 

"This sunset sure is gorgeous, huh?" he asks, looking at me.

I blush. I was staring at him, and he just caught me. 

"Yeah.."

He smiles and turns back to the pretty colors. All I can notice is how the pink in the sky matches the pink in his cheeks.

Wait a second.

He doesn't have diabetes like Sam, so why are his cheeks red?

Is it hot in here? No, it's actually pretty cold.

Is he....blushing?

He looks at me again and then throws his bag onto the ground next to the bed.

"Sorry there's not two beds..." I say pathetically.

He smirks. "I don't mind."

What the hell did he just say?

Oh, god.

This trip is going to be the death of me.

(Kian's POV)

Finally the meet & greet is over, and we have a couple hours to ourselves before the after party starts. Sam and I go back to our room and run into Acacia on the way.

"You two are so cute omg all the fans loved you!" she squeals, jumping up and down.

"Yeah, well, you're lucky. If they hated us being together I would've killed a bitch." 

Sam slaps me gently on the arm and laughs his head off.

Acacia scoffs and enters her room with Lindsay, and Sam and I turn and go into our room.

"So, what are you wearing to the party?" he asks.

"Honestly, it's not my biggest concern at the moment, babe," I say, locking the door securely behind us.

He blushes. It's hard for a normal person to tell when he does, since his diabetes also causes him to blush constantly. But I know Sam, I've known him for years and years. I know when that boy blushes. 

I wink and he laughs. He hugs me and pulls my shirt off and throws it on the floor next to us. We both laugh and I pick him up and throw him onto the bed.

"Kian! OW!" He says through giggles.

I jump onto the bed next to him and pin him on to the matress.

"Oh, sorry," I say sarcastically, "want me to kiss it better?"

He makes a puppy dog frown and flashes puppy dog eyes as well.

He nods and I kiss him.

45 minutes later ;) ;) ;)

(Kian's POV)

"Kian! Sam! Unlock the door!" Jc yells as he knocks repeatedly at our hotel door.

I roll my eyes and kiss Sam softly on the cheek, who remains under the covers. He's asleep, and I don't want to wake him up. We had sex, and were finally uninterrupted, and then we cuddled until he fell asleep. 

I run over to the spot where my boxers are on the floor and pick them up. I slide them on real quickly and then throw on some of my jeans close to it. I struggle getting the jeans on fast enough, so Jc continues to pound at the door. I sigh and grab a shirt laying around as I walk to answer the door.

I get the shirt on just before I open the door a crack and look out.

"Shh, Sammy's sleeping," I whisper angrily to Jc.

He's standing with Matt and he looks like he's blushing.

"What the hell do you want? Why do you have to interrupt us whenever we-" I stop myself.

Jc cracks up. 

"You fucking did it again?! Damn, ya'll are so thirsty for eachother. Everytime we leave the room you two are all over eachother!" Jc laughs.

I blush and look down at my toes. I play with my feet and Jc continues laughing. Matt fakes a bit of a laugh, but just to mask the awkward.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn and see Sam with tired eyes, holding himself up with the grip on my shoulder. 

"Can you losers keep it down, we were sleeping," he groans.

I pull Sam into a back hug and he leans back onto my chest as I support him up.

"Sorry, guys. Jc and I just wanted to know what you two were wearing to the party. It's in 30 minutes." Matt says.

"30 minutes?! Fuck! We slept forever!" 

"Kian, I love you, but can you fucking whisper?!" Sam mutters.

Jc laughs, and I glare at him. He stops laughing.

"Ok fine, maybe it was a dumb idea, God! We'll go ask someone else. Someone with better fashion sense." Jc hisses quietly.

"Who might that be?"

"Ricky and Trevor." Jc says, and puts his arm around Matt's neck. He storms off and Sam and I collapse back into our room.

We shut the door behind us and sigh.

"30 minutes," Sam repeats from earlier.

"I know. Terrible timing."

He gets on the tips of his toes and pecks my cheek gently.

"We'll just go to the party for a little while," he offers.

"Then we can come back to bed and go to sleep."

I nod. He's right, how long could this party last?

Too long for me. 

I need my sleep.

I need my bed.

I need my alone time.

But most of all,

I need my Sammy.