Third POV
It's their birthday today and Ethan wants to treat his little brother to something a little different than the typical party with friends, visiting family and with one more candle on the cake this year
Ethan's friend Harry has told him about this place he takes Zayn to all the time, a place where many celebrities of all types go to for sexual pleasure, Harry hasn't explained it in depth, residing to a vague explanation wanting to keep it a secret for his two friends
Friends came over around 7:00, Ethan making an excuse that they had a meeting tomorrow morning and didn't want to stay up too late, Grayson knew about Ethan's surprise and went along with the little white lie
They face timed their parents in the afternoon, Cameron popping in and out of the frame congratulating them on their new year of life and just talking, catching up on each other's lives, saying a good bye with an I love you, a "we can't wait to see you next week" from the older couple and the screen went blank
The party was fun, their closest friends with a few exceptions from the handful that couldn't come wishing them a happy birthday and an apology
Cake was sliced and shared but not before both with the same idea, grabbing a glob of frosting on a finger and smothering it across one another's cheek, laughing from the new memories created that night, sneaking off to a closed section of the house to share a kiss or two, too long of a wait to hold back, wanting to hold hands and cradle his beloved in his arms
The last of the party Bryant left at around eleven thirty, helping to clean up before Ethan brought up being too tired and needing to wake up for their meeting, telling Bryant he's done more than enough and they could finish this up later on their own
Eager to leave and treat his little one to a night of pleasure, or something, neither really know what they're getting themselves into
Ethan pulled up the address on the gps and left to their destination, anxious hands clenched the steering wheel, Grayson with his knees pulled up to his chest, muttering the lyrics to the song that played on the radio, Nothing Breaks Like a Heart by Miley Cyrus
The neon lights blurring across their contradicting expressions, Ethan's nervous appearance with the lip biting and inched eyebrows against Grayson's relaxed demeanor, loose and calm he appears, taking in the fresh slightly cool air from the opened window, hit from the mass of bodies coupes up in their house
The hotel was beautifully expensive inside and out, opening the door for his Gray and closing it right after, handing the keys to his car to the valet driver and heading inside, the door opened by a man in a suit, a thanks exchanged between the three and they were in
Looking around curiously not knowing where to go or what to say, walking up to the front desk the lady dressed in uniform from head to toe, a name tag clipped to the left side of her chest printed with letters spelling Alison
"Just walk up to the front desk and tell them you're here to book a room in the basement" The basement? Ethan thought this sounded too weird to go through with, but after much to little to no convincing he ended up asking for the address, Harry mentioning he would be there too was sort of comforting as well
"Hi, um Alison" squirting his eyes to read the label "we're here for a, uhm room in the uh basement"
Looking off to the side, avoiding looking at her to steer from further embarrassment
"Right then, may I see some form of ID"
Grabbing the card holder from his back pocket, nipping nervously through the first fold of the card trying to get his license out to show her
