Vacation from He**

Missed Opportunities

Korn shivered from Knocks sweet words in his ear. Things might have progressed beyond a passing lustful fantasy if not for the horrid surroundings.

"Knock, I love you. And I hate myself for asking this, but do you really want to have sex in this room?" It nearly hurt to turn down Knock's offer.

"Um, no?"

"Me neither." Korn turned and pulled Knock into his arms. "But I will remember this for when we get home." Korn kissed the side of Knock's ear.

"Then what should be do?"

"Go anywhere but here."

"So the beach."

"The beach. But first I want a shower. Sleeping in the car and then working for Daisy, I feel like...Shit." Knock snickered at Korn's sudden exclamation. "Daisy. I left her flowers at the other hotel."

"It's okay. They would have wilted in this room."

"I may wilt. Want to join me in the shower."

Knock glanced into the bathroom. "I don't think we'll both fit."

"I'm not sure I'll fit. If I am not out in fifteen minutes, come rescue me. No wait, ten." Korn grabbed a few items from his bag and crammed himself into the bathroom. There was no separation between the shower and the rest of the space. Only one compact space. The shower head pointed directly at the yellowing toilet. A small drain with no cover sat in the center of the room. One step back from the sink and it would be possible to twist an ankle. The sink counter had the same yellow tinge as the toilet.

Korn held his supplies in his hand, unsure where to set anything. In the end, he placed everything on the sink counter with a plan to throw away all of it before they went home. Who knew what strange diseases lived there.

Freezing ice water poured out of the shower head across Korn's arm. No matter which direction he turned the knob, the temperature remained the same. He danced through the water as best he could. Enough to get his skin wet. A quick rub down with the soap, and a second pass through the ice water he finished his shower in record time. He turned on the sink to rinse a missed spot of soap on his side. Scorching water poured from the tap.

Korn stood in front of the wavy mirror, dripping wet, blue lipped with scalded hands. He turned to grab a towel. The rusted metal bar was empty. Though even if there was one, it would probably be stiff and moldy.

With water dripping down his naked body and nothing to dry himself with, he stepped back into the bedroom. Knock had his hands buried deep in his duffle bag.

"I can't find my shorts, are they in your bag?" Knock stood up. His eyes bulged and his cheeks flushed a soft pink.

"There weren't any towels." Knock only nodded. "And I didn't want to put my old clothes back on."

Korn could feel Knock's eyes tracing over his body. If he didn't do something soon, he would do something he regretted. From his bag, he pulled one of his shirts to use a towel. He wiped dry as best he could.

"I know they're in your bag. Look again."

"Bag?" Knock didn't move.

"Knock. Knock. Ai'Knock." Knock rocked back on his heels and looked at Korn. "Your shorts. Check your bag again."

Knock nodded. He lifted his bag, without taking his eyes off Korn's less wet body and pulled out the shorts in a blind grab.

In the deep parts of his mind, Korn stored this memory for later. As much as he wanted to toss Knock down on the bed, and have his fill of him until neither one could stand, he stamped down all improper thoughts and rummaged through his own bag. While his lust wanted Knock right then, his mind screamed at the idea of needing the use the shower after.