A/N: Oh God, I'm so lazy, I can't believe I started this.
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WARNING! Actual plot alert...
When Kevin woke up that next day, his first thought was that it was bright. Really bright.
"Connor, close the damn window." He groaned, rolling over in the large bed, only to find that it was empty. Sitting up, he looked around and groaned again at the extremely bright light that hit his sleep-fogged eyes. "The one disadvantage of Orlando." He grumbled, debating whether or not it was worth it to get out of the bed as he burrowed his head under the covers.
"Kevin!" Came a familiar yell from somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen, "Get your lazy butt up and get in here!"
Kevin smiled as he climbed out of bed. A glance at the clock told him that it was around nine o'clock. Connor still hadn't told him where they were going that day, which suited him just fine.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Walking into the kitchen, he was greeted with the welcome image of a handsome red-head sitting at the table, munching on cereal.
"You slept in." Connor said as Kevin took a seat and began on his own bowl.
"You let me." Kevin retorted.
"You seemed tired."
"Well," he said around a mouthful of Captain Crunch, "I was pretty tired. You wore me out last night." He added with a lascivious wink, laughing as Connor blushed slightly.
"Anyway," Connor said, clearing his throat, "hurry up and shower so we can leave. You made me wait for you and I don't like waiting."
"Well you made us wait a lot already." Kevin said, referring to something entirely different.
"Hush." He stood and pointed at Kevin firmly, "Get dressed, I'll be right back." Connor cleared his dishes away and walked out the door, ignoring Kevin's question of "Where are you going?"
Shaking his head, Kevin went to get dressed, debating whether or not to attempt to follow his boyfriend out the door before deciding that flannel pajama bottoms weren't very appropriate for a hotel hallway.
By the time Kevin was dressed and clean, Connor hadn't come back yet. He said he'd be right back, he mused to himself as he walked around the hotel suit, yelling for the red-head.
"Connor, where are you?" he muttered to himself, starting to get worried. It had been at least an hour since Connor had first left and he was almost never late to anything. "I'll just call him." He dialed the numbers and waited impatiently for the dial tone to end.
"Hello?" Came an unfamiliar voice from the other end.
"Umm, who's this?"
"Chad!" Came the chirpy reply. Kevin was more confused than ever.
"Who are you?" He asked Chad.
"I just said, I'm Chad." Kevin huffed in frustration, his panic rising.
"How did you get this phone?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh," Chad paused, "I found it."
"Where?"
"Um, why do you need to know?" Kevin almost punched something.
"Because this is my… friend's phone and I'm afraid he's gone missing."
"Oh, bad hit."
"Exactly. So tell me, have you seen a really pale, handsome guy with reddish brown hair, light blue shirt and khaki shorts?"
"Um… yeah I think so." Chad said after a pause, "I saw him drop the phone…." he finished uncertainly.
Kevin's knees almost gave way from relief. "Really? Where was he? And why didn't you give it back to him?"
"Well, I was going to but then he left with some guy and they seemed to be in a pretty good conversation, so I decided to wait here in case he came back."
"What guy?" Kevin said, eyes widening in disbelief.
"Some pretty boy with black hair."
"Where are you?"
Kevin listened as Chad described the lobby of the same hotel he was in. "Okay," Kevin said, already heading down to the lobby once Chad had stopped talking, "I'll be right down, just… wait there okay?"
"Fine man, but don't like, beat me up or anything. I didn't know… I thought the guy would come back soon, you know?"
"I won't beat you up." Kevin said, even though he thought it would feel very good to punch something at the moment.
"What do you mean 'they kissed'?" Kevin blurted angrily before he could stop himself. He had already been chastised by Chad for inturrupting three times before.
"I said they probably missed! Their cab, so they had to get another one! God, learn how to listen!" Chad looked at him as if he were a particularly dense three-year old.
"Okay, okay, sorry. Continue." Kevin made an encouraging hand gesture.
Chad, a young, thin, blonde man with expressive eyes, resumed his story, telling about how he had seen Connor and this mysterious stranger leave the hotel about an hour before.
"And then," Chad finished with a flourish, "they caught another cab and left! Though this Connor guy you're talking about didn't seem to be too happy about it. He kept looking back but then the other guy kept pulling his arm and… it looked like he was begging and then, they left!"
Kevin sighed heavily, the air-conditioned hotel lobby suddenly seeming hot and cramped. Too many people and none of them the person he needed to see.
"Why didn't you just look through the phone and call someone? What made you keep it and sit here? It doesn't really make any sense if you saw him walk out and drive off! What were you thi-"
"Look, I don't know man, okay! Just be glad I helped you out!" Chad looked as if he was trying his hardest not to be guilty but failing miserably.
"Okay, fine. Thanks." Kevin said through narrowed eyes, "And I'll take that." He held out his hand, pointedly looking at Connor's phone.
"No prob," Chad smiled again, "hope you find your man." With a wink that left Kevin stunned, Chad walked away through the elevator.
Since Kevin wasn't too familiar with Orlando in terms of where to go and what to do when one was bored, the only choice he had was to wait for Connor to eventually come back. A glance at the clock told him that Connor had been missing for the better part of two hours as it was now 10:50. He swallowed in an attempt to quell his rising panic.
To pass the time and take his mind off the fact that he had no idea where his boyfriend had gone off to, Kevin decided that it was time to walk around the resort to see what there was to do.
"Excuse me sir," Kevin jumped as a perky blonde tapped him on the shoulder. She had a hotel badge reading 'Kristine' and a nice smile. "you look a little lost. Perhaps you should check out our spa? It's for men too." She gave a pointed once-over, lingering on his arms in a way that made him self-conscious.
"Um," He stalled, wondering whether or not to leave the lobby or wait for Connor to return. He was still insanely worried. Perhaps a spa will help me relax a bit, nothing to do but wait anyway. "actually, sure, just wait here for a second?" At Kristine's nod, Kevin walked up to the front desk.
"Excuse me," he said, leaning over the desk, watching desk lady's eyes widen, "my name is Kevin Price, I'm in room 7845. My… friend and roomate, Connor McKinley is out at the moment and I have his phone. If he comes looking for me or for it, can you please tell him I have it at the spa?" Kevin gave the front her a charming smile, successfully hiding his growing panic as he thought about his boyfriend. He's a big boy, he desperately told himself, trying to believe that it made the situation better.
Pushing these thoughts aside, his smile widened as she colored slightly.
"Of course sir. Anything else I can do for you?" She looked at him hopefully. Kevin, catching her double meaning, shook his head, flashed her another smile that sent her visibly swooning, and thanked her.
"Well Kristine," Kevin said as he walked back up to the perky blonde, "looks like I'm at your mercy. Spa time."
"And then," Kevin told the misuses an hour later as they massaged his hands, neck and feet, "he just left. Didn't tell me where he was going at all. Left me here, worried sick." He sighed as the woman behind him giggled and kneaded his back. "That feels really good, ladies."
"Oh, Kevin," the women massaging his left hand said breathily, "that's horrible. What kind of friend would do something like that?"
Kevin flinched at the word 'friend'. They were a bit more than friends but he didn't know if the ladies would be so happy to find that Connor and he were, in fact, dating. "Apparently, Connor would. I'm a good person, aren't I? I deserve to be told if I'm gonna be left alone for hours, right?"
"Of course Kevin!" The one doing his right foot enthused, "You're so nice." She smiled up at him and he grinned gratefully down at her, closing his eyes and leaning back as the women massaging his hands started to knead the fingers. "This feels heavenly, girls. I think I'm in love."
Kevin smiled as the other girls giggled their thanks.
"You know Kevin," The one behind him leaned in to whisper into his ear, "we think you're probably the nicest man we've ever seen come in here." He hummed in encouragement as the other's agreed, "We also think you're incredibly handsome." She said seductively.
Kevin, completely oblivious to her hidden intentions, nodded. "Aw, thanks guys. You're all very beautiful yourselves." He turned his head to the side as the neck misuse lowered her hands to his neckline, occasionally slipping her fingers underneath his white robe. He felt the four girls massaging his hands and feet move their own hands further up his limbs. "And you're all very good with your hands." He murmured faintly.
"Don't tell our boss," one girl said, sliding her hand up his leg massaging his calf meticulously, "but, if you want, we'd do anything else you ask."
"And we mean anything." The one on his left hand said, running her fingers lightly up and down his arm. "You have some marvelous arms. Do you work out?" Her voice was husky, laced with smoky undertones.
"Of course I do." Kevin replied cockily. "They are nice, aren't they?" He smiled lazily at their murmurs of agreement.
"Your hair is perfect." The one massaging his back said, sliding her hands in it, making it mussed. Kevin flinched and grimaced as she tugged on the locks. "It's so soft, Kevin." She purred in his ear. He shivered unpleasantly as she said his name: he didn't like the way it rolled off her tongue.
"And your teeth," said the girl on his right, "they're so white. They go perfectly with your lips."
Kevin licked his lips on instinct. His brow furrowed as he opened his eyes to see them all staring at him with a kind of hunger written plainly on their faces.
"Your lips," the one on his neck turned his head to look deep into his eyes, "they're so," Kevin's eyes widened and his stomach flipped uncomfortably as she leaned in closer so that they were almost touching noses, "kissable."
"What are you doing?" Kevin asked desperately as he jerked his head back. The ladies massaging his limbs didn't stop. Instead, they pressed even harder, their movements becoming slower but firmer.
"We're just trying to repay you for… well…" the one rubbing on his right leg stopped briefly, thinking. "we just want to thank you for being so kind to us." She resumed her ministrations.
"How about a nice tip?" Kevin said uncertainly, still trying to turn his head away, unable to as the women trying to kiss him held it head firmly in place.
"Oh we want a tip alright." The girl massaging his right hand suddenly let go and slid up to straddle his lap.
"Oh, my." Kevin stuttered as she wrapped her hand around his neck leaning in to murmur against the side of his neck while the girl, previously massaging his back, gave up trying to kiss his lips and leaned down to his other side, licking at his chin. "Th-this is h-h-highly inappropriate!" He stuttered as they both began to kiss up and down his neck.
"Kevin," the two at his feet purred as they continued to rub their hands up and down his legs, "just let us love you." The one on his right foot let her hand slide up to tease at his thigh. He jerked it away as his stomach rolled in disgust.
"You work here for goodness sake!" He said desperately. His statement didn't seem to have an effect on any of the women. "I'm serious, I don't mean to be rude but…" he tried to gently push at the girl on his lap but his actions ceased when the one previously massaging his right hand, slid onto his lap as well.
"Girls!" he gasped desperately as a hand groped around his thighs, dangerously close to his groin. He wasn't the least bit aroused. In fact, he was starting to panic. "Stop it! I think this classifies as rape…" he craned his neck against the pair of lips aiming for his, "Now really! Let's just-" he was suddenly cut off as a soft pair of lips crashed against his.
Kevin felt his throat constrict as he tried to jerk his head back, only to find that three hands were holding it in place. A foreign tongue shoved and pushed roughly into his mouth. He tasted sticky lipstick and was just about to throw caution to the wind and roughly throw every girl off him when his salvation arrived.
"Kevin?" Came a familiar voice from in front of him.
The three hands holding his head in place disappeared and Kevin finally was able to jerk his head away from the forced kiss. The girls scrabbled off his lap and he looked up, relief filling his face when he saw the person he's been dying to see for hours.
"Connor!" He said desperately as he hopped up and rushed to hug the Irishman. He grabbed Connor by the neck and tightened his hold. "Don't ever leave like that again, okay? At least tell me next time, alright? You don't know the Hell I've been through Connor. It was almost as bad as my Spooky Mormon Hell dream I had back in Uganda." He buried his face into the warm neck. "And keep those girls away from me." He begged, looking up to meet his boyfriend's eyes.
"I'm sorry?" Connor said as he wrapped his arms hesitantly around his boyfriend. "What were you doing, Kevin?"
Pulling back completely, Kevin was surprised to see slight hurt written across Connor's features. "What, them?" He looked over to the five girls, all of which were quickly cleaning up their massaging supplies while shooting him looks. "I think they were trying to rape me, Connor!"
"You kissed her."
"She kissed me. Tell him girls." He looked back over at them and watched as they nodded, looking down. "See?"
"Okay." Connor smiled and Kevin breathed a sigh of relief at finally getting to see that smile after hours of uncertainty.
Kevin hugged him again and suddenly, he remembered. He should be angry.
"And you," Kevin said, pulling back from the hug, prepared to glare and drag out his anger as long as possible, "where have you been? You leave for hours and tell no one? I was worried sick! I call your cellphone to find that some random guy named Chad found it in the lobby. You said you'd be right back! Connor James McKinley, I want answers!" He finished his angry rant with a jab that the well-defined chest in front of him.
"Aw, Kevin," Connor said, widening his eyes and adopting a sorry expression. Kevin felt his anger slipping through his fingers at the look and he desperately tried to recall it back. "I'm sorry, you must have been a wreck. You missed me, didn't you?"
Kevin didn't answer but looked away. It wouldn't do to admit just how much he'd missed the red head. "Well… where were you?"
"Walk with me." Connor turned away and gestured for Kevin to follow.
Glancing back at the five girls, who were now looking at him with mixtures of shame, surprise and lust on their faces, he smiled slightly, shook his head and followed after his boyfriend.
"Kevin, this is Steve Blade. Steve, this is Kevin Price."
Kevin couldn't believe it. This was Steve Blade? Kevin knew Connor was in love with him when he was younger, but Kevin didn't know that Steve was this… well… Kevin had to admit, attractive. With chiseled features, broad shoulders, expressive, green eyes and dark, short raven hair, Steve could even be classified as handsome.
But, Kevin thought to himself, I'm handsomer.
"Nice to meet you Kevin." Kevin didn't like his voice, and when he shook Steve's hand, he didn't like the way his hands were all slippery with sweat.
Nonetheless, he gave his patented 'better than you' smile and replied "Nice to meet you too Steve."
"Connor said you two were... a couple?" Steve raised a dubious eyebrow.
"Yup." Kevin said with pride. "So, what are you doing in Orlando?"
"I live here." Steve smiled with his own pride. Kevin couldn't help the surge of jealousy. It had always been his dream of actually living in Orlando. And now this stupid Steve Blade was living his dream.
Great, Kevin mused, another disadvantage of this paradise. Kevin noted that Steve's teeth weren't nearly as white as his were when he smiled. "Wow. Well that's just… fantastic." He smiled again, forcing it to not look forced.
"Yup," Connor said, seeming to notice Kevin's tension. "and Steve here's going to take us around to see the sights."
"Even better!" Kevin said in mock cheer still staring at Steve with mock cheer. "I guess we're not going to Disney today, huh?"
"No, I'm sorry Kevin." Connor apologized as he looked between him and Steve, who both seemed to be having a staring contest of some sort.
"Yeah, but we can go to Downtown Disney and maybe go to a club or something." Steve added, not taking his eyes off Kevin. He smiled. Kevin thought it was meant to be intimidating, as it was directed at him.
"That'd be great." Kevin still didn't break eye-contact.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then." Steve said.
"Okay." Kevin said back.
"Alright."
"Fine."
"Great!" Kevin said with slight more force.
"Fantastic!" Steve said, matching Kevin's tone.
"Amazing!"
"Perfect!"
"Brilliant!"
"Okay!" Connor interjected hastily, causing both men to quit their glaring contest to look his way. "How about, Kevin and I go up to our room, get… ready," Connor gave a robe-clad Kevin a once-over, "and meet you back down here in about an hour?"
"Sure," Steve said enthusiastically, staring at Connor in a way that made Kevin's skin itch to hit something fleshy and warm, "see you then." Then, he did something that made Kevin's fingers involuntarily curl into a fist.
He winked.
At Connor.
Fuck.
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