Sunlight peeked through the window of the hotel room, shooting into Mike Fuentes' eyes. He groaned, fatigue still lingering, as he rolled over, to be out of the light's way, when he landed on... the soft, wrinkled sheets of their hotel bed.
Oh, no. he couldn't help but think as he immediately straightened, scanning the room in a second's glance, to see that he was alone. He left.
Mike didn't know what to do, but just as he was about to go full on panic attack, Tony Perry waltzed out of the bathroom, towel-drying his luscious ebony locks. A sigh of relief immediately escaped Mike's lips as he flopped back on the bed.
"What?" Tony asked, "you thought I left?" There's a tint of amusement in his voice, as he danced over and flopped next to Mike, in his dark jeans and a solid black tank top. He smelled clean, unlike the sheets under them, which faintly smelled of their lovemaking hours before.
"I wouldn't be surprised," Mike muttered, his lips attaching to Tony's smooth neck.
"Why is that?" Tony asked, rolling his head back against the pillows, body lifting off the mattress into Mike's. The latter smiled, nipping down the column of Tony's neck, and pausing at the ridge of his collarbone, sucking gently on the prominent spot that made Tony moan so loud that their neighbors had banged on the wall several times the night before.
They continued to kiss, as Tony twisted his fingers in Mike's mussed bedhead, stroking his scalp.
"We have to be at the venue in like, an hour." Tony whispers, glancing at the clock, as Mike bit his neck. A yelp escapes the quiet boy, and Mike's fingernails mold into the sensitive flesh of Tony's hips. Bodies mingle, and soon, they're both scrambling through showers and changing yet again, and rushing off to the venue.
"Did someone get laid?" Jaime prompts them as they both entered the dressing room, and he'd obviously noticed the hickies littering Tony's exposed skin.
Tony pinches Mike's hip, "Thanks a lot." he mutters, looking down, and Mike chuckled, balming a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. He tightens his hold on Tony's fingers, thumb smoothing his wrist, feeling the rush of his pulse. Pink taints the smaller boy's cheeks, and it makes Mike want to kiss him, when Vic tells them that they need to get ready.
"I love you," Mike whispers, and Tony looks up at him, brown eyes gentle.
"Love you, too."
And they kissed on it, before walking off, hand-in-hand, toward the stage.
A/N: Just a quick, loving Perrentes. I promised one, because I AM OBSESSED with this couple, and y'know3 Hope you enjoyed! :)