PIPE DREAMS #1 THE TRIP

Day 3. (part 2)

We woke up later. We went to bathroom, me first and then him, the one following the other. I don't know or maybe now that i'm thinking it again, i think i know why none of us wore clothes after and only put on the hotel's bathrobe. Next, we were half-sitting and half-laying down with our backs touching the bed's headboard, for some hour and watching tv. We thought of taking something from the room service, something to eat for lunch too, because we didn't want to go out, both of us. 

We checked the brocure with the room service's menu. We decided to order for me grilled chicken fillet and for him grilled beef patties. He made the call. We waited nearly twenty minutes, continued watching tv till the food finally came. They didn't entered the room now. They only told him when we finish to bring everything out and call them to take them. He pushed the hotel's trolley cart with the trays inside. He placed the plates on the table and i handed out to him a fork and a knife and kept one of both for me too. We sat. I liked the fact that the dishes had fries and salad and you didn't have to buy for anything extra and then i thought that we didn't discuss about who's paying and i have to give him money for my meal. I have to say something. He can't pay all the time for me. Say something. Say it. I forced my self to speak.

"I want to pay for my food"

He started laughing like i just told him the funniest joke. I was starring at him, humorlessly, until i decided to speak, "I know i'm hilarious", i clapped my hands to emphasize what i wanted to state, "but i really want to pay". 

He continued with a grin on his face, "If you don't pay, you won't eat?". He was making fun of me. 

"No, I won't eat", i persisted stubbornly.

"Too bad", he went on, giggling.

"I'm serious"

"I know". He grabbed my fork and cut a piece from my chicken fillet, before i manage to stop him. He made an aeroplane with the food on the fork, like he is feeding a small baby.  

"Look, it's an aeroplane...it is coming...open your mouth". I ate it while i looked at him angrily. He tried to do it again and i knocked his hand happily, enough for him to drop the fork and gave him a smirk.

I thought i pissed him and he pulled my chair with me on it, bringing me closer to him. He hugged my whole head, shaking it a little bit. Then, he rubbed his cheek against my cheek. Okay, he is insane and it is official now.  He moved on, with kissing my right temple. And, suddenly he just plucked himself from me, leaving me gaping, dumbfounded.

"Now, continue with your food. I'm the one paying. The charge will be on the room." He saw how i was gazing at him. 

"I'm not gonna listen to another word", he said solemnly. "Continue with your food". 

Bad, bad child.  He can be so bossy sometimes. "Yes, sir"

I started eating. I wanted to kick his butt but i continued eating. 

After we ate, we were back on the bed in our previous position, watching TV. Maybe, it was crazy but no matter the fact that we had before some hours sex, I still wanted him and i believe he wanted it too, if you consider that he didn't dress up. He was there next to me, wearing only his bathrobe, totally naked underneath it. I was having a desire to remove it. The sexual craving, couldn't be switched off. 

He was so close and so much time passed, from the last time we were side by side. Maybe, we needed to make up for all the lost time. Probably, there weren't other things we could do, the two of us, isolated, alone, in a hotel room. And, this could look bad, yet were we like this only because we were on our own, inside the hotel's room or that's how our relationship truly was, we didn't really have a connection and what was bringing us close was just the sex? I returned back to think how he always kept me in distance and he never revealed the most intimate parts of his life, not even when we were almost every day together. We were spending so much time with each other and we didn't communicate deeply.