This Is Me

Part 40

They followed Felix to his car, piling in quickly. A few reporters began to surround the car, asking Felix in rushed bursts. "Where are you headed to now? How do you feel about seeing them again? Does it upset you that you weren't invited to their wedding?" Felix rolled his eyes, raising his hand to flip his Bitch glasses down over his eyes, before he told them smugly. "Before I answer that... Can you hear this?" Felix held out his hand like he wanted them to kiss it. Sean raised an eyebrow, seeing the confused looks on the reporters as well. Felix smirked, telling them playfully. "No? Want me to turn it up?" Felix slowly turned his hand over to flick them off, giving them a smug grin. While they pondered what he had done, Felix slid into the car and started it up. The reporters waded in front of the car to ask him more questions, but Felix quickly shifted the car into reverse and floored in backwards. The moment he was far enough back, he shifted back into drive and spun the wheel to pull out.

In the front seat, Mark told him guiltily. "Sorry about all this..." Felix snorted lightly, replying simply. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to it by now." Sean slumped in the backseat, groaning softly to himself. His painkillers were starting to wear off. Beside him, Stacy asked him casually. "Are you ok? We don't have to go to the banquet." Sean shook his head, telling her seriously. "No. I'll be alright. Just jet-lag." Stacy shot him a doubtful look, but Sean was only half-lying to her. Rubbing his eyes, he listened to Felix tell him cheerfully. "You just need a shower and a galleon of coffee." Sean tilted his head back against the seat with a pleasant moan. It did sound good. Then again, so did napping on a hotel bed. Sean hadn't realized he had dozed off, until Mark was stroking his face to wake him up. Pulling his sleepy form from the car, Mark told Felix excitedly. "We're going to get freshened up and meet you there." Felix nodded to them, then pulled out of the hotel parking lot.

Mark took Sean up to their room. Already this hotel was a major improvement from their last one. Their room was much bigger this time. It had a nice little living room with a bedroom. A kitchen lining the wall and a glorious bathroom. Mark dropped their bags on the king-sized bed, happily stating out. "Oh, I need a shower in the worst way." Sean sleepily glanced around, finally processing enough to question him curiously. "Where is Stacy?" Mark chuckled, making his way to the bathroom as he told him. "She's checking in with her dad. She'll meet us at the banquet, don't worry." Sean shrugged, eyeing the bed as he mumbled out. "I'm not worried. I know she can handle herself." Mark made it to the doorway, lifting his shirt off to toss it to the floor. Sean caught the action in his peripheral vision, causing his eyes to drift from the bed to Mark. Mark raised his hands up to stretch, before moving to the shower to turn it on. Not once did he look back at Sean, but Sean couldn't look away from him.

Mark's pants were hanging off his hips and threatening to fall. When had Mark loosened his belt? Mark yanked off his shoes, announcing out to him. "I'll try not to use all the hot water... but no promises. That fucking plane had me all cramped up... I want to loosen up, you know?" Sean moved closer to lean his good shoulder on the doorframe as he uttered out with a small smile. "Ya... I get it." Sean rested his head on the doorframe, watching Mark practically ignore him. He was so focused on getting into the shower. Biting his lip shyly, he couldn't stop himself from watching Mark strip down. He couldn't help it. He never got tired of seeing Mark naked. Mark opened the glass shower door, pausing to get in when he finally saw him. Mark flashed him a blushing smile, mumbling under his breath a little embarrassed. "Hey... How long have you been standing there?" Sean shrugged carelessly in response. Mark leaned back against the tile wall, purring out to him in a deep loving voice. "You wanna join me, Baby?"

Sean's tore his eyes away from Mark, his heart crashing to the floor as he mumbled out in defeat. "I can't... The cast..." Sean turned away from him, heading back to the bed. His mind went back to thinking about sleep, when Mark's arms wrapped around his shoulders. Sean leaned back into Mark, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of being held by him. Against his neck, Mark cooed out to him longingly. "I'll wrap it. What do you say?" Sean swallowed back his own longing to utter out. "I can't..." Mark's teeth lightly bite his ear, muffling out to him. "You know you want too." Sean blushed, tilting his head as Mark's breath tickled his ear. Mark's hands slid down his chest to his belt, unbuckling it. Sean giggled as Mark playfully growled against his ear. Taking a deep breath, Sean turned in Mark's arms to kiss him. Mark accepted his kiss, before picking him up to set him on the bed. With him seated, Mark moved to his bag and grabbed a large zip-lock. Dumping out his stuff from it, he began using it to try wrapping his arm.