James' eyes slipped close before he had realized and soon he was opening them to darkness. Dan and Jordan had slipped away to the other room and he was sure if he looked over he would see Aleks buried in the thick hotel blankets. His blurry vision saw the glistening lights of the city flickering past the fluttering curtains and suddenly he was very aware of the heat against his chest… The way he was locked in place and the way Aleks' bed was still perfectly made. He thought back to what had happened -they were watching TV and...And Jordan and Dan had been cramped up, fighting half the time over space on Aleks' bed.
While He and Aleks silently fumed at the close quarters they were sharing on James' own bed.
His brown eyes were wide now as he looked down, only able to stare at the form of a sleeping Russian male folded against him. He sucked in a breath and tried to shift but Aleks only whimpered in protest and latched on tighter than before. He felt a blush creep up his neck and sear his face.
"Ale-" He stopped his hiss as he saw the other mans expression. He was so content, a soft smile tilting his full lips and James couldn't bring himself to wake him. Instead with a sigh he rolled more onto his back and tugged a murmuring Aleks over, half on top of himself as he slipped his arm around the boys shoulders and then the other behind his own head. He let his face fall towards the other boy, his slightly damp but soft hair nuzzling his lips. He could smell his deodorant and even after the shower, a faint salty, watery smell. He slipped back into a warm slumber filled with images of the beach.