Chained Heat

Chapter 5

Quentin Beck woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the window, right on the spot where he had been leaning his head against. He first refused to open his eyes and pretended to be dead, but the knocking only got heavier and stronger, strong enough to make the glass shake. With a deep grunt, Beck lifted his head up and looked at the window only to see a young woman with short wavy hair that had been dyed into a vibrant shade of red staring at him. She had a mean look on her face - and her leather jacket didn't make her look any nicer -, so Beck decided to not create any trouble with her and opened the car window.

"Morning", Beck greeted her and smiled, trying to use his good looks and his charm for his advantages. But the woman didn't seem to care.

"Morning? It's 3 PM, mister", she said, a small hint of a Russian accent hidden in her voice. "I see you and your friend had a long night."

Beck released a confused little 'hm?' before remembering where he was and with who. He looked to his right only to find Peter's head pressed against his shoulder and their hands almost locked together. Ah. Last night both of them had trouble falling asleep after that awkward moment. But somehow during the night they had ended cuddled up together. He found it quite sweet. He wished he could have woken up on his own and taken his time to just look at Peter dozing off. No such luck today.

"Yeah. We were supposed to drive home but ... uh, well, we both drank a bottle, and I guess we dozed off", Beck tried to explain, turning his gaze back over to the window. "I guess we should get moving."

"Or you can stay. Not like I care", the woman said, giving the smallest hint of a smile. "I just wanted to check you were alive. You look like a mess."

Beck huffed. "Thanks."

"No problem. Have a fun day."

The lady then turned around on her heels and walked over to a motorcycle that was painted as black as her clothes. She placed her helmet over her head, gave one look at the car, and gave Beck a thumbs up before she drove off. And just like that this mystery lady was gone out of his life as fast as she had entered it.

Beck looked over at Peter who was still heavily asleep, drooling a little bit onto his jacket, still managing to look cute while doing it. He wondered if Peter remembered everything that had happened last night, or if one bottle of cheap beer had really been enough to make him hangover. Beck hoped that the kid remembered every single second like he did.

Instead of just staring down at Peter like a creep, he grabbed the kid by his chin and lifted his head up. "Hey. Wake up", he said to him, shaking the boy's head strongly. Peter woke up almost immediately, cranky as hell. "Where are we?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, then his whole face. Peter looked exhausted.

"In Beaver Creek, dummy. We haven't moved an inch singe last night", Beck reminded him. And then his eyes were suddenly glued onto Peter's skinny little neck and onto that spot where he had kissed last night, marked with a small red spot. Ah, so Peter did bruise easily. He immediately wanted to kiss that spot again, to make the hickey stronger until it would start turning a shade of blue. But for now, all he did was smile.

"Ah, shit", Peter said, looking around with sleepy eyes. He refused to look at Beck because if he would, he would remind himself of last night's events, and right now all Peter wanted was to wash his face and wake up properly. He didn't have time to think about his stupidity of last night. 'I need to piss'. Was that the only thing he could come up with? Maybe Peter should have just said he was feeling too shy for a kiss, or just go for it. But for now, he just avoided the subject and pretended it never happened. "I guess we should get going, then", Peter said, trying to get the two of them out of the awkward silence.