Eduardo x Jon Story

I'm Running Out of Chapter Titles.

After Jon's 'mild' panic attack, Eduardo decided it would be best that he drive.
In honest, this wasn't what he expected to happen after finding the other asleep when he'd awoken from his drugged state.
Now after witnessing what had happened moments ago, he felt the need to protect Jon.

Currently the brit was resting his head on his lap as he drove, his body curled up in the passenger seat and Eduardo knew there was no way that position was comfortable when he was lain over the cup holder.

Despite this, he seemed to be sleeping. Whether or not he really was remained unknown to Eduardo. All that mattered was that Jon was relaxed and they were going to find a place to stop for the night.

It was not long before they came across a dingy motel, not exactly five stars, but it would have to do.

Eduardo pulled into the parking lot and switched the car off.

"Jon, Jon, I found somewhere to sleep for the night," he assessed softly, shaking Jon's shoulder.
Jon groaned and swatted his hand away.
"Fine, give me the wallet and I'll go get a room." Eduardo reached over to check Jon's pockets, but his wrist was immediately grabbed.
"What are you doing?" Jon questioned, sounding close to another panic attack.
"I need money to check in the hotel-"

Jon hugged the man's  waist "don't leave!"

Eduardo sighed, "I'm not leaving, where the hell am I  supposed to go? I literally have no idea where we are."

Jon didn't respond as ducked his head and hid his eyes behind his bangs.
"I don't want to be alone..."

Eduardo ignored the heat rising to his cheeks, "okay, fine. How about you come in with me?"

Jon gave a curt nod in reply, leaning up and wiping his eyes to keep forming tears from existence.

Eduardo got out of the car, realising he would need to hold the door open because Jon was also illogically crawling out of the driver's side.

Once out the smaller immediately latched onto his arm, surprising Eduardo with his strange new personality change.

"...You know, whoever is running the reception desk is gonna look at us funny."

Jon squeezed Eduardo's arm and rested his pounding head against his shoulder.
"No..." he began exhaustedly, "the lady at the last reception desk looked at us funny when I drug you up the stairs unconcious. She watched me from her little window."

".....what?"

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Eduardo had been right. The front desk clerk had looked at them funny.

As she passed the keys over she smirked, "honeymoon gone wrong?"

Eduardo scoffed, playing up his douchebad attitude as he snatched away the keys, " s'none of you damn business lady."

She looked shocked at what he said before huffing and dissapearing into the backroom.
Eduardo rolled his eyes before remembering Jon was with him too.
"Let's go."

The hotel room was mostly bare, and the light flickered constantly. The entry hall had a counter that held a microwave on it.
Then passed that was a bedroom with only one queen bed. The wall behind them had a table pushed against it and chairs on either side.
Across from the bed was the a small ninetys television on a shelf. Next to the was the bathroom.

The two stood uncomfortably together, Jon's hold on Eduardo's arm had left just before they entered the room.

"......So," Eduardo began, shredding the awkward silence.
"You plan on taking a shower?"

Jon blinked, "huh?"

"I just wanted to know, I haven't showered in a few days."

Oh, so that's what he meant. "Go ahead."

Eduardo nodded, "okay."
He then headed straight to the bathroom without another word and as soon as the door shut behind him Jon sighed out a breath.
He took three sluggish steps before flopping down onto the uncomfortable bed.
'Damn cheap hotels...'

He let his breath even, concentrating on it to relax himself as he listened to the spray of the shower.

He'd thought about flipping on the television and acted on that simple whim, but found the remote without batteries.
It was a mild inconveniance, not that he cared much, and he was too tired to get up and turn it on the old fashioned way.

So he stayed sprawled out, listening to the shower and dreading the time when Eduardo would be finished.
He tried to forget about the small mental breakdown he had earlier and glanced over at the luggage case he'd left at the front door.

Eduardo most likely thought Jon was had lost his mind.
He wondered why it bothered him.
Jon wasn't suppose to care about anything anymore. He didn't care about dying. Hell, he wished he could die, he'd wanted that every since experimentation on him began.

Yet here he was. The world was a strange, cruel place. For his heart still fluttered at the idea of such an asswhole caring for him. The idea that he had changed.
Jon thought back to when Eduardo swore to him that he'd been looking for him for months and hope it was true.

The other side of him knew for sure it was a lie. It had to be. He couldn't just pretend all the bullshit before never happened.

It was a battle within him wanting to be loved and touch and be given affection. It was something he could actually feel and he wanted it. He wanted it so much, but couldn't have it. It was so frustrating. He couldn't trust Eduardo. He just....

He didn't have the strength to be dropped on his ass when things went back to normal again. Nor did he have it in him to be caught by the red army and be separated, if Eduardo was truthful.

......

Twenty-five minutes later, Eduardo stepped out of the bathroom clad in only a towel around his waist.
"Hey Jon, you happened to have anything that would fit me wou-"

The American paused, stopping at the edge of the bed.

Jon was curled up on the bed and fast alseep with his shoes still on.

He smiled at the sight and quietly strode over to the suitcase left by the wall.

After rummaging through several articles of clothing the only thing he found to fit him were a pair of large gray sweats.
'Did he just pack everything in his closet?'

After getting dressed he tossed his towel over one of the chairs and carefully crawled into bed next to Jon.
He made sure to not wake him as he pulled the covers out from under him to pull over both of them.
The American then glance him over and pulled his bangs out out of his face.

"Goodnight Jon," he whispered.

I AM SLEEPY.
And I'm currently wishing I could just jump into a made up world to escape reality.

It'd be nice wouldn't it?