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By the time the band had arrived at their hotel, everyone was ready to collapse.
The flights had been a pain in the ass with weather conditions making delays almost unbearable and inevitable, and to top it off Alune had caught the flu and it was beginning to spread.
Yone gathered the hotel key cards and approached the group as they slouched in the lobby.
"Keys," he announced, holding them up. "Unfortunately, we'll have to share rooms."
A collective groan came from the group. Privacy and moments of peace were far and few between while traveling.
As the groan subsided, Kayn found himself biting his bottom lip, lost in his thoughts. He wanted to ask Ezreal to share a room with him, as he often did when room assignments came up. But every time he contemplated this, he couldn't shake the nagging notion that his impulsiveness might lead to something stupid, like trying to kiss him.
The unspoken attraction that simmered between them had always been a source of apprehension.
It was at this moment that K’Sante’s voice broke through Kayn's thoughts, a deep and resolute presence amidst the collective sighs and complaints.
K’Sante practicality was often a welcome balance to the band's chaos.
“How many rooms?” He spoke.
Yone blinked at the man. “Three.”
It was an unfortunate oversight that the initial plan didn't account for Alune having to quarantine, and now the remote hotel was fully booked.
“Phel said he would stay in Alune’s room to help her.” Sett nodded his head towards the siblings who were sitting on a couch, with Alune wearing a mask that matched with her brother. He patted her on the back softly.
"I suppose we could have one group of three and one pair," K'Sante proposed. "That's the only way I see this working out."
“Kayn will room with me.” Yone spoke up.
The statement caught Kayn off guard, and he looked over at Yone, his eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
A grin, sharp and dangerous, briefly flashed across his face as he replied, "Sure."
"Right…” He looked away, “and the rest of you?" Yone turned his attention to the others, his ponytail swishing beneath his hat.
Sett, K’Sante and Ezreal had no say in the matter, but didn't mind rooming. “I can sleep on the floor!” Ezreal offered.
Yone handed the trio their keycard and then turned to Kayn, practically shoving the kaycard at him.
Kayn pocketed it and grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder and picking up his luggage.
The trio, along with Alune and Aphelios, squeezed into one elevator, leaving Kayn and Yone to wait for an empty one.
This gave Yone a moment to fuss over his belongings – Kayn couldn't help but notice how often he did that.
In the empty elevator, Kayn groaned. He rested his head against the wall. “I hope I don't get sick. I'll hate it.”
Yone didn't reply back, the only noise was the gentle rustling of his hoodie sleeves as they crisscrossed over his chest.
Kayn's gaze naturally drifted toward him. His eyes, typically a cool shade of grey, looked a tint of green as they caught the light.
The contrast between Yone's enigmatic, composed demeanor and the momentary gleam in his eyes was striking, to say the least.
Kayn couldn't deny the captivating allure that Yone held. Yone's features, carved with precision, possessed a timeless beauty that defied conventional standards.
It was a magnetism that went beyond the usual confines of Kayn's desires, leaving him captivated by the sight of the producer.
Yone was not someone he would typically be drawn to, yet in that moment, he couldn't help but admit how attractive he was.
It was a secret attraction, a silent acknowledgment that Kayn had kept to himself.
The minutes in the elevator stretched on, and the midst of the silence made him curious; why did Yone want to room with him all of the sudden?
The elevator dinged and came to a halt. The doors slid open and Kayn straightened up, grabbing his duffle bag.
“I'll be in the room after I get Aphelios and Alune situated.” Yone said, pulling at the handle of his suitcase.
Kayn shrugged. Yone always acted like the manager of all of them, even though that was Alune’s job.
Yone turned and went down the opposite hall, leaving Kayn to fish the keycard out of his pocket and look for their room.
Fortunately, the rooms were spaced apart, a blessing since Kayn knew Yone would go mad if he had to endure Ezreal's giggling all night.
In the hotel room, Kayn began to unpack his luggage. He claimed the bed closest to the window, emptying the contents of his backpack onto the sheets.
He discarded his backpack on the floor before picking up a box of cigarettes that came from the bag.
He slid the balcony door open, allowing the cold night air to mix with the room's warmth. The winter storm that delayed some of their flights was rolling in.
He inhaled deeply and exhaled, just as the door behind him swung open.
Yone entered the room, propping up his luggage against the wall. He cast an irritated glance in Kayn’s direction.
“Couldn't you just smoke in the parking lot?" He scoffed as he toed off his shoes, placing them neatly by the door.
Kayn paid him no mind, taking another drag and exhaling the smoke teasingly towards the man.
Yone's face contorted in disgust as he surveyed the mess on Kayn's side of the room.
"You were the one who volunteered to room with me, so don't complain now," Kayn retorted, a grin flashed across his face.
Yone's tone turned cold. "I only did it because Ezreal is small enough to sleep on the floor. Don't get any wrong ideas."
He unzipped his bag and took out a black pouch, hen headed straight for the bathroom. All Kayn heard was the noise of items shuffling around, so he decided to sneak a peek.
He put out his cigarette butt on the bottom of his shoe, before sliding the balcony door shut and walking towards the bathroom. Leaning against the doorframe, he raised one arm above his head, bracing himself by the forearm.
Yone was organizing his toiletries one by one on the granite counter. He lined up his toothbrush next to his travel-sized toothpaste, parallel to his face wash and hand lotion.
So that's what brand of face wash he uses, Kayn thought - but it's not like he washed his face anyways.
Yone then produced three unmarked bottles: one white, one blue, and one black. Their eyes met in the mirror.
"Staring much?" he remarked.
"Yup," Kayn replied with a cheeky emphasis on the "p."
Yone opened one of the drawers beneath the sink, stowed away the toiletry bag, and added the black bottle before closing it.
“You smell like cigarettes.” Yone said.
“Tends to happen when you smoke.” Kayn said, his tone laced with mock amusement.
“I'm going to shower.” The other man said, running a slow scan of Kayn's body from head to toe. “The least you could do is get changed out of your plane clothes.”
Then he shut the door, leaving Kayn to roll his eyes. Tonight, Yone seemed exceptionally insufferable. He decided to take the fellow band members' advice, and started to get changed out of his clothes.
He sifted through his clothes, ultimately selecting a tank top and a pair of sweatpants.
He discarded his shoes and then his boxers, finding them uncomfortable for sleeping, and lounged on his phone as he waited for the bathroom to be available.
Yone opened the door after a while, towel wrapped around his waist.
His hair was damp, strands of red and white sticking to his shoulders and chest as he crossed the room to find a change of clothes.
“Bathrooms open.” Yone said as Kayn couldn't help but stare.
Polished skin, silky haired Yone. His waist was slim but his shoulders and chest were broad and defined. He could see the curve of Yone’s lower back as he turned, holding up one of his shirts to see if it was his pajama shirt.
“Thanks.” was all Kayn managed to mutter. He got up, maneuvering toward the bathroom. Yone observed him with an arched eyebrow as Kayn closed the door behind him.
Inside the bathroom, Kayn glanced at his reflection in the mirror, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions and thoughts racing through his mind.
“The hell was that?” Rhaast made himself known, catching Kayn off guard.
“I don't need you talking right now.” Kayn whispered, his words soft so Yone couldn't hear. He noticed the pulsing brightness of his right eye in the mirror, a reminder of Rhaast's presence.
“Don't act like you dont think he's hot.” Rhaast couldn't resist taunting.
“Fuck you, really.” Kayn shot back. He was well aware Yone was attractive, but that didn't mean he wanted to acknowledge it at this very moment.
“So why did you run away to hide in the bathroom like a little girl?”
“To see if Yone has an extra toothbrush.” Kayn lied, though he knew Rhaast could read his thoughts.
He bent down, searching for the drawer where Yone kept his toiletry bag.
Kayn placed the bag on the counter and rifled through its contents, laying them out for inspection.
Razor, band-aids, earplugs, and even a small pack of tissues, all seemed standard. But then, amidst his items, Kayn found something that left him momentarily stunned.
A condom. In fact, a string of them, discreetly zipped inside a pocket within the bag.
Kayn's eyes widened, and his heart raced. Sure, the guys had alone time before at other hotels - which could be used for private encounters.
He often saw Sett sneaking into Aphelios’s room for late night rendezvous, but Yone was never one to have guests – or talk about romantic interests.
So why would he need a stash of condoms?
A mixture of confusion and desire swirled within him, and he couldn't deny the physical response that arose. "This isn't funny," he whispered to Rhaast, blaming his hard-on on him.
Then the bathroom door opened, revealing Yone, standing there with one hand on the doorknob and the other hanging at his side. Kayn could see the look on Yone’s face turn cold.
In an instant, Yone appeared behind him, seizing his face firmly with one hand while the other hovered over his wrist where the condoms were.
“Why are you going through my things?” His voice was steely, carrying an undercurrent of anger, as he spoke into Kayn's ear.
With a decisive motion, Yone tilted Kayn's face back, locking their eyes in the mirror, his fingers gripping tight on Kayn's skin. His eyes flicked down, looking at the imprint on Kayn’s sweats.
Yone exhaled. The one thing Kayn hated about Yone was he didnt know what he was thinking at any time.
“Let go,” Kayn spat. Yone pressed flush against his back, and the closeness made his body stiffen.
An instinctive swat from Kayn was easily deflected by Yone - he bent Kayn over, pulling back one arm and pressing his head down into the cool surface of the sink with a slam.
The porcelain stung against Kayn's temple as his head hit the surface, leaving him both trapped and vulnerable.
“You just don't know how to keep your hands to yourself,” Yone started, pressing down on Kayns face.
“Sheida.” Yone’s other hand slid around Kayn’s middle, his fingers inching their way towards the hem of his sweatpants. He hooks them around the seam, and Kayn groans in response.
“You should take your own advice.” Kayn says, his temple stinging.
“Don't act like your body isn't begging for me right now.” Yone mused. “Even in this position, you can easily overpower me.”
Yone was right; with Rhaast he was physically stronger - so why wasn’t he fighting back?
“‘Fuck you want me to say?” Kayn said it more like a statement. He tried to move his head to get a look at Yone, but Yone pressed down harder - earning a yelp from the other.
“I want you to say what you've been wanting to say.” Yone spoke.
A twinge of embarrassment ran through Kayns body. “Fuck, just touch me.” Kayn mumbles.
He felt Yones hand slip into his pants, tracing along Kayns happy trail. Kayn held back a whine, his socks slipping against the tile as he curled his toes.
Yones palm smoothed across Kayn’s lower stomach, and Kayn could feel how hot his skin was against the other man's hand.
Yone let go of Kayn’s head and braced his hip with his now free hand. Kayn lifted his head up, making eye contact with Yone in the mirror - but immediately dropped his head in embarrassment.
Yone’s hand slid to the base of Kayns cock, tracing his index finger slowly up the base and to the tip. Yone leaned over his body to whisper in Kayn’s ear; “When's the last time you touched yourself?”
“Dunno.” He mumurs, his knees buckling as Yone dragged his thumb along the slit of his tip. He curled the other four fingers around the base, softly squeezing to earn an exhale from the other. A bead of precum comes out, and Yone clicks his tounge.
Kayn was glad Rhaast was silent, because they both knew that that was a lie. He masturbated yesterday in the gas-station bathroom when the band stopped for gas.
Yone let go of Kayn’s cock, pulling down the waistband in the front so it was free. He spit in his hand and began to stroke Kayn, squeezing slightly from tip to base.
Kayn’s legs tremble again, his hips twitching up into the touch, the sensation digging into his hips as he squirms around.
“You haven't had someone treat you like this in a long time, haven't you?” Yone whispers against his ear, maneuvering so Kayn’s legs are comfortable.
Kayn somewhat shakes his head, his mind racing but his thoughts mix together into incoherent words.
“Do you think about Ezreal doing this to you?” Yone teases, and Kayn squeezes the edge of the sink in response.
“None of your business.” He manages to get out between soft breaths. Yone starts to stroke harder, and Kayn can feel Yone’s bulge against his ass.
Kayn covers his mouth with his hand, groaning softly as Yone stokes him. Yone squeezes softly at Kayn’s side, earning a muffled “Mmf!” from the man.
“You don't know how long I've been wanting to punish you.” Yone said. “But you always have some excuse.”
“Fuck,” Kayn whimpers. His legs go limp as he starts to feel them fall asleep, and Yone takes the hint and pulls him upright, his back flush against Yones chest.
Kayn looks at himself in the mirror, seeing the taller man behind him jerking him off. He makes eye contact with him and whines, and Yone speeds up.
“You’ve always been so pretty, but why do you have to be so bad?” Yone says, kissing at Kayn’s ear. Yone feels Kayn unravel before him, and he lifts his arm up to grab Yone’s hair in response.
“Making messes,” Yone licks Kayn’s earlobe. “not listening,” He massages Kayn’s hip bones, making him squirm. “talking back.”
“Hnn..” Kayn whines, looking at his body in the mirror. He never felt embarrassed about him being sexual, but now he just felt dirty.
“I thought I would put those to use, but I don't think I'll be doing that tonight.” Yone motions to the condoms, as he spits into his other hand, stroking Kayn faster.
Yone wanted to fuck him? This was all too much for him to process. Kayn bit the inside of his cheek, rutting into Yone’s hand. He assumed the unmarked bottle was some type of lube.
He thought of Yone pushing inside of him slowly, fucking deep into his body, hard and sloppy. Holding him by the hair, squeezing his ass as he fucked deeper–
Yone’s thumb slipped into his mouth, and Kayn’s vision faded, sucking his finger hastily.
“No one does it like I do, hm?” Yone says. Kayn opened his eyes, the color glazed over. He looked ruined.
“No one… no-,” Kayn’s hips come up, “I’m gonna cum–” His back arches as Yone thrusts up and down his length. Everything is wet and hot and loud as Kayn comes, all over Yone’s hand. It's a lot, a lot more cum than Kayn has seen out of him.
Even when pulling his hand back, Kayn’s legs are still shaking and he's still spurting out strands over the floor.
They stay there like that for a moment, Kayn catching his breath, as Yone watches him calm down in the mirror.
Yone gently maneuvers Kayn to the floor, and he sits with a tired exhale. “Pretty,” Yone says, tucking a strand of hair behind Kayn’s ear. “All bark and no bite.” He gives him a peck on the cheek.
Kayn frowns. “Am too.” He says as Yone stands up, washes his hand in the sink, and grabs a washcloth to wet it.
He crouches down, and hands it to Kayn. “Clean yourself. I’ll get you a change of pants.” Kayn nods, taking the cloth from Yone as he leaves the bathroom. He cleans himself and the cum that got on the floor with a grimace.
“Now that was fun.” Rhaast says.
“You are such a voyeur.” Kayn replies, leaning back against the wall.
“I could hear your thoughts the whole time you know.”
“Don't remind me.” Kayn says, embarrassed. Yone opens the bathroom door, holding a pair of folded up sweats in his hand. He holds out his hand for Kayn to grab, and he pulls him up from off the ground.
“Sorry about touching your things.” Kayn said.
Yone handed him the pair of pants. “You're actually apologizing to me?”
“Just this once. Don't let it get to your head.” He said, pushing Yone teasingly as he walks out of the bathroom.