Take Me To Your Bed

The two stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity. As soon as Jack realized that a good five seconds had gone by, he broke eye contact and pulled his hand away from the door handle. Alex still stared, baffled by what he was feeling. Alex looked down and cleared his throat. "Go ahead, man," he said, still confused about what had just happened. Jack slid in to the back seat with Alex just behind him. Alex pulled the door shut and they both just sat there next to each other as the car pulled into the busy Baltimore traffic. Jack pulled out his phone and scrolled through his Facebook page as an excuse to keep quiet. Both men were so wrapped up in their thoughts, wondering what the other was thinking that they didn't realize they were already pulling up to the hotel. Jack was still playing with his phone, not realizing that the car had stopped. Alex looked up and saw that the cab fare was $16.47 so he handed the driver a $20 and quickly exited the vehicle. Jack slid his phone back into his pocket and followed.
Jack shut the car door and couldn't help but notice how incredible Alex looked in his tight black skinny jeans. "They fit around his ass perfectly," Jack thought to himself. Alex looked back to make sure Jack was ready to go in. Jack quickly snapped his head up, hoping Alex wouldn't notice that he was checking him out. The two walked into the hotel and went straight for the front desk. "Gaskarth," Alex stated. The woman at the computer gave a slight smile and typed in the name.
"Alright, looks like we have you in the Mediterranean Spa Suite, which includes 1 king bed and a Fuji soaking tub," the woman said with a wink.
"No, that's not right," Alex remarked. "We asked for a room with two beds."
"I'm sorry, sir. We are all booked up. The Mediterranean Spa Suite is the only open room available tonight," the woman said apologetically.
"Fuck," Alex said quietly to himself. Jack was slightly upset by his remark.
"I can get a different room.." Jack began to say, but Alex interuppted him.
"No, no. It's fine. We'll take it."
"Great! You're room is on the top floor. Enjoy your stay," the woman said as she handed Alex the room key. Alex picked up his bag from the floor and walked away from the desk, not saying anything.
"Thank you," Jack said to the woman. She flashed a flirtatious smile and waved her fingers as Jack walked away. "Not my type," he thought to himself. The two boarded the elevator and Alex reached over to push the button to take them to their floor. As the elevator started moving, Jack asked, "What was wrong back there?"
"What," Alex asked.
"You seemed pissed."
"No, I'm fine. Just tired." Jack knew that wasn't really the cause for his irritation. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Jack and Alex stepped out and walked down the hall until they reached their room. Alex reached into his back pocket and grabbed the room key and held it up to the scanner to unlock the door. They walked in and tossed their bags on the floor and kicked off their shoes. Alex jumped onto the bed, face first like a belly flop and let out a huge yawn. Jack cautiously climbed onto the bed as well, leaning his back up against the headboard. They chatted for a short time about the show and how much they love what they do. "It's an incredible life," Alex said.
"Mhmm," Jack replied.
"I'm beat. Let's get to bed." That one sentence made Jack's entire body tingle. Maybe he did feel something more towards Alex. He couldn't help but stare at Alex's butt and the way it curved so perfectly. Alex rolled over, onto his back and looked at Jack.
"You can sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the floor."
"That's ridiculous," Jack stated. "I'll sleep on the floor. No big deal."
"Or.. we could just both sleep in the bed," Alex said carefully, trying to gauge Jack's reaction.
Jack swallowed hard and quietly said, "Okay." Alex began stripping his clothes off. First his shirt. Fuck. His back muscles were so hot. Jack could feel himself getting bothered. Next, Alex moved down to his jeans. He pulled down his zipper and the sounds made Jack's imagination explode. His now hard dick was pressing up against his tight jeans and it took everything in him not to touch himself then and there. Alex stopped removing his clothes and sat at the edge of the bed. Jack could see his right arm moving ever so slightly. After a few seconds, Jack found himself inadvertently rubbing his hand against his jeans where his growing erection was becoming more prominent. "Alex...." Jack whispered.
"I want you, Jack." He couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"Wha... what," Jack quietly asked.
"I want you. All of you. Right now," Alex stated as he turned around, revealing the bulge beneath his boxers. Jack stared, his hand still on himself. "I know you want me, too," Alex said confidently.
"I do," Jack confirmed. He couldn't believe this was really happening. Was this a dream?

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