Devil's Effect

Avoiding Reality Part 2

Mike held the little red keycard in front of the sensor on the hotel room door and waited for the light to blink green. He had a rolling suitcase next to him - packed mostly with Chester's things - and his backpack. Chester was behind him, leaning on the crutches and not complaining, even though the room they'd booked for the weekend in Long Beach was at the very end of the hall on the opposite side of the hotel from the elevators.

"I can't wait to check out the pool," Mike said as he opened the door and put his weight against it, holding it open for Chester to pass through. "They're supposed to have two hot tubs." Once Chester got inside, Mike dragged the suitcase in and let the door shut behind him. The hotel was nice enough that the door shut slowly instead of slamming. Mike pulled the suitcase down the short hall past the bathroom and closet, laughing as Chester plopped down right on the bed. It was a monstrous king sized bed, smack in the center of the room, with a fluffy white down comforter and six pillows along the black headboard. Everything in the room was sleek and modern, and very clean. "How's the bed?"

"It's okay," Chester said, bouncing a little before he laid down, his entire body flopping backwards. "And big. It's big, Sexy Boy." He reached one arm back, over his head. "I can't even reach the other side." He picked his head up, eyeing Mike. "I could lose track of you in this bed."

"Nah, I won't let you lose me." Mike flashed him a smile and dropped his backpack in the chair to the desk in the corner before he headed over to the closet for the luggage rack. "Trust me, you'll know exactly where I am the entire time we're in that bed." He bit down on his bottom lip. The idea of getting Chester naked in that bed and staying there all weekend was the most appealing thought he'd had since they decided to spend the weekend out of town. He wasn't sure what all they could do besides lay in bed or the hot tub, anyway. Chester's crutches were limiting.

Chester sat himself up and looked around the expansive room. The television was large, the chairs over by the window were puffy and there were so many pillows on the bed, he wasn't sure what they were going to do with all of them. "I want to go out and see the balcony," he decided as he grabbed his crutches and stood up. "I hope there's chairs out there." He made it around the bed, and Mike zipped in front of him to open the double doors.

Chester gasped as they stepped out. The air was warm, and they could see the ocean, even though it was a far off view. "It's beautiful," Chester whispered, before he looked around the small space. There were two chairs, and a tiny table between them off to the left. "Mike, sit down with me for a minute," he begged as he made his way over to the closest chair. He turned himself around and sat down, before leaning his crutches against the wall.

Mike dropped into the empty chair and looked around. "This is an amazing view. Maybe we'll just stay right here all weekend." A quick thought of sex on the balcony hit him before he shook that away. That's not happening. Not while he's hurt. And probably not, anyway. I think you can get arrested for that. He squinted as his gaze stopped on Chester. "You look happy," he said simply, his face breaking into a smile.

Chester looked over, and reached for Mike's hand. The chairs were close enough that it wasn't much of a stretch. "It's so quiet here. Peaceful. Not like in the city." He pulled his piercing in for a moment, sucking on it, as thoughts rolled around his mind. This would be the last time he and Mike stayed in a hotel together. Their last get away. Their last weekend trip. "I was just thinking about how I'll always remember us coming here...in the peacefulness."

"We've made some good memories so far this week, but this is perfect. It's so much better than living like hobos in the loft and sneaking around Amir's. It's just us." Mike stroked his thumb over Chester's fingers and let himself examine Chester's face. It was a face he loved, Chester's bright eyes and lips he loved to kiss, the lip ring he adored and neck he loved to bite at. It felt like it had been forever since he'd been able to do that. He cleared his throat. "So, what do you want to do for dinner? You want to order room service and just stay out here?"