As the taxi drew near to the hotel Vince was filled with guilty excitement. He couldn't wait for the embrace that he knew Kris would greet him with. The strong hug with the kiss on the cheek that he'd been yearning for.
The taxi driver hauled the heavy suitcase into the lobby and set it down holding his hand out for a tip. Vince handed over the money grudgingly and looked around for Kris.
"Excuse me sir?" called one of the staff behind the check-in desk. "Can I help you at all? You look lost."
Vince flashed her a gorgeous smile, "Just the key please."
"Ah okay no problem. Name please."
"Vince Noir, rock and roll star."
"Okay, uh, Room 69. Down the corridor, on your left."
"Thanks." Vince took the key and looked at the number "Is fate trying to tempt me?"
"Sorry?" asked the women puzzled.
"Nothing, don't worry. Do you know if Kris is here yet, he's a bit taller than me, long hair?"
"Oh yes." the woman giggled "He's here. I believe he's in the bar. He hasn't been up to the room yet though."
"Okay thanks."
Not wanting to seem too eager, Vince decided to drag his suitcase to the room before finding Kris. He opened the door and was bitterly disappointed to find there were two beds. He put the suitcase in the cupboard and searched the room for the mini bar and took a swig of wine to calm his nerves. The room was nice enough, simple and clean, but Vince took no notice whatsoever. He just paced around like a lion in a zoo, fluffing up his hair, straightened his clothes and touching up his eyeliner. Then, deciding he'd waited long enough, he positively skipped to the bar, burst through the door and searched the room for Kris.
There he was, just as utterly gorgeous as Vince remembered him. He was surrounded by a group of giggly teenage girls and equally giggly older women and the odd guy too. Kris was throwing his arms around, flashing a stunning smile, telling jokes and generally entertaining the crowd around him. Vince wanted to run to him. His whole body ached with longing for this blonde brown-eyed boy. Vince wasn't sure he'd ever felt like that about Howard, but he didn't have time to think about Howard now. His mind was too occupied by the fact Kris had just spotted him and was walking towards him, arms out. Vince grinned and walked into the embrace, he felt Kris' lips brush his cheek. All too quickly, the hug was over and Kris said
"You alright mate?"
"Yeah." he smiled in reply.
"How's Howard?"
"Ah you know."
"Well no I don't. 'Coz you haven't told me."
"He's fine."
"Just fine?"
"Well if I'm honest he's being a bit of a pain at the moment. We're arguing a lot."
"Awww, he's just trying his hardest to keep hold of you. He knows you're too good for him." mumbled Kris.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. How about a drink before we go and explore our hotel room?"
"Uh, yeah sure."
"Where's your bag?"
"Ummm, one of the hotel people took it up." Vince lied. He quite liked the idea of exploring the room with Kris and didn't want to spoil the magic.
"Oh okay, cool. I bet you've got the biggest suitcase in the world."
"Well…" grinned Vince
"You brought that silver glitter ball suit?"
"Yeah, but I can't wear it on stage. I can hardly breath in it."
"I thought you could wear it to the after show party and I'll wear the matching gold one."
"That would look so cool."
"Vince, I don't think I've ever seen you look uncool. That idiot Howard on the other hand."
"His fashion sense isn't great" agreed Vince giggling "But he's got other qualities."
"I'm sure." scoffed Kris "All I'm going to say is he must be pretty good in the bedroom."
Vince blushed furiously which made Kris laugh as he continued "Now, why don't you get yourself to the bar and I'll see if I can get someone to take my bag to the room."
"Okay then."
Vince was buzzing with excitement from seeing Kris, his stomach still flipping long after he'd ordered his drink. He tried to convince himself it was excitement about the gig but at the back of his mind he knew it wasn't true.
Vince was about half way through his drink when his phone rang loudly.
"Hello."
"Hiya mate."
"Kris? why are you ringing me?"
"I'm upstairs in the room. No one took my bag up, I had to do it myself."
"Right, you coming down for that drink then?"
"No, I just got a phone call saying we've taxi picking us up in 20 minutes. I forgot how late it was. Got a bit distracted."
"Okay, I'll be up now then."
Vince hung up, finished the drink in one gulp and made for the room.
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Kris opened the door wearing skin tight black jeans and no shirt.
"I can't find your suitcase." he said.
"W-what?" Vince asked unable to take his eyes off Kris's bare torso, becoming unashamedly lost in his own fantasy.
"I said," Kris continued, putting on a guitar shaped necklace. "I can't find your suitcase."
"Oh, it's in here." Vince said casually, taking it out of the cupboard.
"You said the staff brought the suitcase up, how did you know it was in there?"
"I…guessed?" Vince blushed at his feeble lie. Kris grinned back and put on his shirt, much to Vince's disappointment. Vince then noticed the two single beds had been pushed roughly together.
"I thought we were having a twin room." he smiled knowingly.
"Yeah, I know. Nightmare, isn't it? This hotel hasn't got anything right. I can get them to sort it out if you like."
Vince smirked at Kris' lie and caught Kris's deep brown eyes. The ball was in his court. Kris was offering him a chance to opt out, but at the same time he was offering him the chance to…what? - Vince didn't know. All he knew was that he wanted the beds to stay as they were.
"No, it's fine the way it is." he said as offhand as he could manage "It's not like we're going to be sleeping much anyway, is it?"
"Woah." laughed Kris "Anyone would think you were coming on to me."
"No." Vince blushed violently.
"Yeah, Howard would be furious."
'Howard!' thought Vince 'Christ! I'd forgotten all about him.'
"All I meant was we're going to be at the party all night so…"
"Yeah that's true. You need to get changed mate."
"Oh yeah." laughed Vince opening his giant bag pulling out his favourite clothes.
The gig seemed to go very well. The crowd were really into it, cheering in all the right places and joining in when they could and Vince felt there was a really good vibe surrounding the entire show. The music producers said that he and Kris had worked in 'perfect harmony' and they had even hinted at a possible record deal. There had been a makeshift a photo shoot after the gig as well, which Vince had loved! He posed, alone to start with, proudly showing off his clothes and his favourite boots. Then, one of the photographers asked him to pose with Kris. Vince had thought it would be a bit awkward but Kris was just as flamboyant as ever; holding Vince and kissing him on the cheek while the photographers snapped away. The fans loved it, and so did Vince. It took all of his strength not to grab Kris and kiss him right there but he managed to restrain his lust until about midnight.
Kris came up behind him quietly and whispered in a husky, inviting voice "I'm actually feeling a bit tired, I'm going to head on up to the room."
Vince didn't know what to do. Kris didn't look tired, and was it his imagination or was Kris biting his lip seductively? No, it wasn't his imagination. Kris was being very seductive in everything he was doing and Vince could feel he was being mentally undressed and liked it.
"You coming?" asked Kris "Or are you going to stay here with the uh, fans?"
Vince looked around at the electro wannabe's and the people who were trying too hard and a smile forced it's way across his face.
"I'm feeling a bit tired too actually."
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As soon as the door slammed shut the two men rushed at each other. Lips locking passionately, hands searching furiously, unzipping, unbuttoning, untying. Clumsily, falling over discarded clothes and open suitcases, they landed heavily on the bed. Kris began to trail kisses along Vince's chin. Down his neck. His chest. His stomach. Down further, further until he felt Vince tugging on his hair.
"Kris," breathed Vince. "Kris, stop."
"What?" asked Kris looking up.
"I-I can't… I can't do this to Howard. I love him."
"Right" sighed Kris angrily, standing up and pulling his clothes back on.
"I'm sorry." Vince whispered sitting up.
"Don't be. You're practically married."
Vince looked down at the floor. "Yeah," he sighed "I am."
"I'll pull the beds apart."
"No," sighed Vince "there's no need."
"Right."
Vince and Kris got into the bed, both staying very close to the edge, not wanting to appear too be invading the others space. Vince soon fell into an uncomfortable sleep, dreaming only of what might have been, had his guilt not taken over.
Hopefully update Thursday - after watching Noel Fielding (and Rich Fulcher) on Never Mind The Buzzcocks (which is never on BBC wales and I'm furious, also I'm aware it's old but, meh, it's still funny) - but if not I probably wont be able to update 'til the middle of next week because of exam results and lots of celebrating (or more than likely commiserating).
Anyway, if you feel like reviewing that would be lov-er-ly :P
Thanks for reading. xx
