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“What do you mean ‘our flight got canceled’?” Jefferson asked, bringing his hands up to his face. “There are no other flights?”
Alexander sighed. Jefferson’s voice wasn’t making their situation any better.
“What do I know?” He hissed. “Washington messaged me a minute ago.”
Jefferson groaned and leaned on one of his twenty suitcases. “Of course this had to happen when I’m traveling with you,” he complained, “I’d really rather be stuck with Lee.”
“Oh shut up,” Alexander said and looked around the train station. There were quite a few other people waiting with luggage, and most of them looked up from their phones displeased or annoyed. Alexander had already had a bad gut feeling when they had left the hotel just to be met with a thick wall of fog, but he had crossed his fingers and hoped. To no avail.
He looked back down at his phone when he felt it vibrate.
“Washington told us to go look for a hotel,” Alexander said, picking up his travel bag, “there won’t be any flights until tomorrow.”
Jefferson groaned again. “We’re stuck in this tiny ass town? Really?” Alexander swallowed any snarky response down. He wasn’t any happier with the situation than Jefferson after all.
“Yeah and he said to hurry up. The whole airport’s gonna be looking for a place to stay.”
With an exaggerated sigh Jefferson picked up his fifty suitcases and trudged after Alexander.
It turned out that even getting to a hotel was a problem with Jefferson, because he kept complaining about hurting his feet and hurting his shoulder and getting dirt on his expensive shoes and the list went on and on until Alexander wanted to rip his hair out.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled and ripped one of the suitcases out of Jefferson’s hand, hoping they’d be at least a tiny bit faster that way. It was late and dark and cold and Alexander just wanted to lay down and go to sleep.
The next problem was actually finding a hotel that still had rooms available. The town wasn’t terribly big and a whole airport flooding every possible hotel seemed to have caused the few hotels the town had to be fully booked. Their last chance was a slightly shabby hotel on the outskirts of town.
“We need two rooms, please,” Alexander said to the girl behind the reception desk. She looked very young and very nervous, as she typed something into the computer in front of her.
“I’m so sorry sir,” she said, sounding like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. “I can only offer you one room with two beds. If that’s alright with you.” Alexander turned to Jefferson, who just shrugged.
“I don't know about you,” he said, “but I’m done walking for today.”
“Whatever.” Alexander sighed. “The room would be fine,” he said to the girl and she handed him the keys with a smile.
“Have a pleasant night.”
***
“What the fuck?” Alexander stopped dead in his tracks when he opened the door to their room. Jefferson, who had been behind him until now, shoved him roughly to the side and made his way into the room, hitting Alexander’s ankles with his suitcases.
Then Jefferson turned to him, a look of horror on his face.
“She said there’d be two beds, didn’t she?” He asked. Alexander nodded mutely. The room was tiny and there was only one bed, bigger than a single bed, but not large enough to be a double bed. Other than that there was only a closet on the wall and a bathroom to the right.
Alexander watched Jefferson heave his three suitcases onto the bed and buried his face in his hands. “What are you doing?”
“I’m staying here,” Jefferson said, walking over to the closet. “I don’t care what you do, I’m not going somewhere else.” Alexander didn’t know if he preferred the floor or walking around town in search of another hotel.
Jefferson pulled something out of the closet. “Ha! I think I found your bed,” he said, grinning.
He held what looked like a foldable camping bed. Alexander groaned. How did this even qualify?
“Who says it’s mine?” He asked.
“Well, I won’t fit on it.” Jefferson was right, he was taller than the bed by quite a bit and Alexander resigned to his fate. It was only one night, he’d manage.
Alexander had just set up his shitty camping bed when Jefferson emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but loose, black sweatpants.And Alexanser definitely wasn‘t staring. Blood rushed to his face, because he wasn’t blind. Jefferson was an ass, but Alexander knew that he was hot, with his toned abs and– he forced himself not to take that thought any further.
He turned away, his bed creaking way too fucking loud. Jefferson got settled on his own bed and turned the light off a few minutes later, but Alexander couldn’t sleep. The camping bed was only minimally more comfortable than the floor and it creaked when he breathed too much.
“Can you stop it?” Jefferson snapped when Alexander turned for the millionth time. “People are trying to sleep.”
“It’s not my fault that this thing is shitty,” Alexander snapped back. He rolled over to face Jefferson when he heard something snap. A moment later his ass hit the floor and he hissed in pain.
“Great fucking Job,” Jefferson said and Alexander wanted to strangle him. He got up from the floor; his back and his butt aching. He stood next to Jefferson’s bed and Jefferson eyed him with squinted eyes.
“Scoot,” Alexander said. There was no way in hell he was sleeping on the floor.
“What? I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.”
“You can take the floor if you want,” Alexander said and sat down on the bed. Jefferson moved away from him until there was as much distance between them as possible. He crossed his arms and huffed.
“I swear, if you touch me tonight,” Jefferson hissed, but Alexander didn’t bother answering.
“Go to sleep,” he said instead and got under the covers. After the camping bed the mattress felt like heaven and Alexander buried his face in the warm pillow. Jefferson’s breathing evened out after only a few moments and Alexander felt himself drifting off.
He was torn from his half-sleep when something warm pressed against his back. An arm pulled him closer by the waist and Alexander melted into the touch, not awake enough to push Jefferson away, when he was so warm and smelled so good. He did his best to ignore the fluttering in his stomach, because he shouldn’t be having butterflies for Jefferson. Hot breath hit Alexander’s cheek and he shuddered, drifting off again. It was only one night, he could forget about it in the morning.
He was awakened again by a hand slapping him across the face. He cursed under his breath and tried turning around, but Jefferson’s arm was back around his waist, holding him in place. His breath hitched in his throat. He would have never expected Jefferson to be a clingy sleeper.
Jefferson moved again, pulling Alexander flush against his chest and a sigh escaped him, sending a puff of hot breath over Alexander’s neck.
A pleasant shiver ran down his spine, heat pooling in his stomach. Fuck. Whatever test he was being put through, he was failing miserably.
Jefferson’s body was radiating warmth, his heavy breathing making Alexander’s breath pick up as well. For the first time in his life he cursed his vivid imagination and when Jefferson pushed his hips against Alexander, whimpering, his brain short circuited.
He was pressed flush against Alexander and he was hard. Oh god. The blood rushed from Alexander’s head to his dick so fast, he feared he might pass out.
And then Jefferson rolled his hips again, moaning softly and Alexander didn’t know if he was in heaven or in hell. He dug his nails into the blanket to keep himself from grinding back against Jefferson.
“Alexander,” Jefferson choked out and Alexander bit his tongue, holding back a whimper.
He should go to the bathroom and wank off, hoping that Jefferson would be asleep again when he came back, but the noises that were spilling from his lips were so mesmerizing, so hot; hearing him say his name like that was enough to make Alexander’s cock twitch.
It was embarrassing how hard he was without having been touched at all. Fuck, he was aching to be touched, by himself, by Jefferson, anyone.
He tried untangling himself from Jefferson, but his grip around his waist only tightened. “Jefferson,” he hissed, turning onto his back. Jefferson barely reacted, his eyes stayed closed and his breathing was heavy through parted lips. Alexander imagined a slight flush spread over his cheeks beautifully. “Jefferson,” he said again, poking him in the side.
His eyes finally fluttered open and he blinked a few times, confusion showing on his face, before it was replaced with an expression of horror as the pieces fell into place in his head. The way he was draped over Alexander, the way he was hard…
“Oh fuck,” he said scrambling away from Alexander as fast as he could, but the bed was small enough to still have their legs touching. Jefferson dragged his hands across his face. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
Alexander grinned, all thoughts of going to the bathroom having evaporated from his brain. He scooted closer to Jefferson, who looked at him with furrowed brows.
“That was one hell of a nice dream, hm?” Alexander drawled, moving even closer towards Jefferson. It took him a few moments to catch on to what Alexander was getting at, but when he did, his posture visibly softened.
“Yeah,” he said, sounding breathless, “It was.”
Alexander inched even closer to Jefferson, and, when he just sat there, swung one leg over his, so that he was straddling Jefferson. Jefferson’s hands found his hip bones, his grip so tight Alexander thought he might leave bruises on his skin. He lowered his head to whisper in Jefferson’s ear. “I bet,” he said and rolled his hips. He heard Jefferson gasp. “You said my name.” Jefferson swallowed hard, avoiding Alexander’s gaze.
“Shut up,” he rasped and roughly grabbed Alexander’s jaw. He hesitated for a moment, searching Alexander’s face. When he wasn’t met with resistance, he finally pulled Alexander’s face closer to his, pressing their lips together.
Alexander melted into the kiss and brought his hands up to Jefferson’s hair, burying them in his curls. A pleased sigh escaped Jefferson and Alexander could feel its vibrations against his lips, leaving him yearning for more. He deepened the kiss, moaning at the feeling.
Jefferson’s hands danced over his hip bones, before moving to his ass, pulling their hips together. He bucked his hips up against Alexander, panting softly and the friction was just what Alexander needed.
He ground against Jefferson again and again, their bodies moving against each other just right. “Fuck, Thomas,” he sighed and laid his forehead on Thomas’ shoulder, shuddering when hot lips found a sensitive spot just underneath his jaw. It was hot, even though the covers had slipped from his shoulders a while ago.
Alexander turned his head to place his lips on Thomas’ neck and he felt and heard him hum just the same. His hands gripped Thomas’ hair tighter; he heard Thomas’ breath hitch in his throat and he grinned, grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin on Thomas’ neck. Alexander wanted to hear more of those noises.
He tilted Thomas’ head back by the hair roughly, not missing how his hips stuttered. His lips found Thomas’ jaw, his throat, his collarbones and he teasingly nipped at the skin from time to time, just to hear those pretty gasps escape Thomas’ lips.
“I didn’t know you liked it rough,” Alexander mumbled against his throat. He had imagined Thomas bending him over his desk a few times too many, but Alexander being the one in control was thrilling on a whole other level.
He sat up and looked down at Thomas, no trace of cockiness on his face. All because of him. His lips were swollen and slightly parted, his breathing heavy and a slight blush graced his cheeks. If Alexander could burn this image into his mind, he would, without hesitation.
“You look so pretty like this,” Alexander said, running a thumb along Thomas’ jaw. Thomas shuddered and grabbed the front of Alexander’s shirt.
“Stop talking,” he said, pulling Alexander down. His hands found their way under Alexander’s shirt, leaving goosebumps where his fingers grazed his flushed skin teasingly.
Alexander leaned into the touch, gasping as long fingers played with his nipple. God, those fingers; he wanted them everywhere on his body.
“Oh, I think you like hearing me talk,” Alexander whispered, before laying his lips on Thomas’. Thomas grinned into the kiss and brushed a strand of damp hair out of Alexander’s face. He pulled at the hem of Alexander’s shirt.
“May I?” He asked and Alexander nodded frantically. All he wanted was Thomas touching him. Thomas lifted the shirt over his head, the air in the room cool on his overheated skin, making him shiver.
Thomas’ fingers ran along his collarbones, over his ribs and down his side, leaving Alexander aching for more. Thomas’ hands trailed further down, dipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and kneading his ass. He moaned at the touch and rolled his hips against Thomas again, his hands finding Thomas’ hair. He pulled lightly and Thomas let out a whimper, his hips bucking up involuntarily.
“Alexander, please,” he sighed, and pulled him closer, “do something.”
Alexander chuckled. “Impatient, are we?”
“I’m not impatient,” Thomas snapped, “you’re a fucking tease.” Alexander untangled his hands from Thomas’ hair, moving them to the front of his sweatpants instead. He traced the outline of his card cock with one finger, causing Thomas to suck in a sharp breath. “Alex, I swear-” he groaned, but choked on whatever he wanted to say when Alexander pulled his pants down. If he’d had the patience, he would have loved to make Thomas beg for it, but honestly, he was getting impatient too. Thomas raised his hips eagerly, kicking his pants and underwear away, before sliding his fingers under the waistband of Alexander’s sweatpants again. Alexander wiggled out of them and tossed them to the floor, along with his own underwear, where they landed with a thud.
He sat down in Thomas’ lap again, pulling him up into a messy kiss. Thomas’ skin felt warm and soft beneath Alexander, he could spend hours exploring and touching and kissing every inch of his body. He had never thought that just touching someone skin on skin could feel this good.
Thomas rolled his hips and Alexander moaned as their dicks brushed together, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.
His lips found Thomas’ throat again and their hips moved in a steady, dizzying rhythm.
A gasp escaped Thomas when Alexander bit down just above his collarbone, leaving an angry red mark on his flushed skin.
“Alexander,” he sighed and let his hands fall to Alexander’s thighs, his grip hard enough to leave bruises. His hips stuttered and he buried one hand in Alexander’s hair and Alexander’s breath hitched in his throat. He shifted his hips, desperate for more friction.
“I’m close,” Thomas panted and Alexander lowered his head, digging his teeth in Thomas’ shoulder.
“Me too,” he mumbled, the movement of his hips getting more erratic, more desperate.
His skin prickled with every shift of Thomas’ hips and he felt hot all over. He bowed down to kiss him, just as he tipped over the edge, his body going limp in Thomas’ embrace. Thomas’ thrust against him a few more times before following Alexander.
For a moment they stayed just like that, panting and breathing in each other’s warmth, and Alexander could have stayed like that forever, being held by Thomas; holding Thomas.
Thomas moved first; he pulled his shirt over his head and used it to wipe both of them clean, before tossing it off the bed to the rest of their clothes.
Alexander blinked sluggishly, his eyes suddenly feeling very heavy. Thomas gently pushed him off his legs.
“Let’s go to sleep,” he said and lifted up the covers. As soon as they had both gotten under them, he pulled Alexander closer and Alexander relaxed against his chest with a content sigh.
Alexander knew that they had a lot to talk about, but Thomas was warm and Alexander’s limbs felt so incredibly heavy. They’d talk in the morning. Probably.
“Good night Alexander,” Thomas murmured.
“Night,” Alexander said, drifting off to sleep, feeling warm and cozy in Thomas’ embrace. He decided to ignore the warm, fuzzy feeling that spread through him for as long as he could.