Chapter twelve:
Why in the world did they stop at a hotel was a very, very good question. Both Fishmen could literally just swim the thirty mile distance between them and Arlong's pirate ship with no problem whatsoever, and yet here they were getting a hotel room.
Their reasoning was lost even to themselves.
"Oh I'm sorry we don't have any rooms with two beds available". The young redhead behind the desk said as she noticed two travelers walk through the front door. She looked tired and overworked, obviously this was a busy time of the year for the hotel, and it was getting pretty late.
"That's fine". Hordy said as he glanced at Arlong, they both nodded in agreement to not bother explaining that they were a couple to the young girl. In the end, it would really just end up causing a bunch of damn, unnecessary confusion.
The woman nodded and Hordy paid her, getting a key in return, then the two made their way up the seemingly endless flight of stairs to their room which happened to be on the eleventh floor.
Exhausted by the time they climbed up all those stairs, they opened the door to find that their room was nice, very nice in fact. The bed was large, with green blankets and matching throw pillows. The room was cast in a green glow due to the lamp shade, and green curtains hung over the window. Green seemed to be this room's main color. The marble bathroom was large, with a Jacuzzi bathtub that looked very inviting.
Hordy closed the door and locked it, then sank onto the bed, obviously tired.
"I'm going to take a bath". Arlong mumbled as he slid into the bathroom, carefully closing the door behind him. He turned the water on, striped down, and hoped into the tub, a sigh of pleasure escaping him. It was like heaven- no it was better than heaven! The hot water made his skin tingle, and the jets loosened his tense muscles. Not to mention the water didn't have that nasty chlorine smell and feel to it like most human's water smells.
After a little while, Arlong started to doze off and didn't even hear the door open as his partner entered the bathroom. The soft sound of splashing and sudden slight rise in the water level made Arlong snap open his eyes to find that Hordy had gotten into the bathtub.
"Hordy, what the hel-" The older Fishman was cut off by a rough kiss. Hordy's tongue then grazed Arlong's lower lip, demanding to be let inside. Arlong obediently let his lips part, his partner's tongue snaking its way into his mouth, their tongues instantly clashing against each other in a struggle for dominance. Finally Hordy won, and left no inch of Arlong's mouth unexplored. Both their lungs screamed for air, and reluctantly the two men pulled away, Arlong's face a bit flushed, a smirk decorating Jones' lips. Hordy leaned back and draped his arms on the back of the bath.
"Arlong, would you like me to wash your back"? He crooned softly.
"N- No I'm f- fine". Arlong stammered. The look that Hordy gave him told Arlong that he had no choice in the matter. The older Fishman sighed and shifted his position so his back was towards his lover, who instantly moved closer.
Hordy's hands slowly ran over Arlong's shoulder blades and upper back and coated them with a layer of sweet smell soap. They roamed over the skin that was above water in painfully slow movements, and then slid up to rub his shoulders. Arlong couldn't help but lean back a bit into Hordy, feeling more than amazed as the kinks in his tense muscles were worked out. Hordy chuckled a bit and leaned his head in, his lips barely touching the other Fishman's ear.
"Is my saw shark enjoying himself"? He mused as his webbed hands sank below the water and trailed down his back, and then slowly crawled across his sides and up to his chest. Arlong carefully bit his lower lip, trying to hold down a groan, but his efforts were in vain as Hordy's hands explored his chest and the well tones muscles on his stomach. Arlong never got to answer the question; instead he focused on swallowing any sounds that threatened to slide off his tongue and past his lips. Of course, Hordy wanted that to change.
His hands trailed lower, tracing Arlong's inner thigh. Close, yet so far away. He pressed his lips to the others neck. He could feel Arlong's breath hitch and chuckle a bit, nipping at the man's neck.
"Ahhhh…" Arlong's breath caught up in his chest, a soft, unavoidable moan escaping him. His blush deepened as another one left him due to Hordy's soft nips turning into rough bites on the right side of his neck. "Ho- Hordy…" Arlong groaned the younger Fishman's name, his back pressing against the others chest as Jones traced small circles on Arlong's inner thighs with his thumbs. He smirked against Arlong's neck, continuing to nip and suck at the flesh.
Each little nip earned a new, succulent moan from Arlong's throat, which only got Hordy even more excited. He was about to stop his light, teasing touches and give Arlong the break he so deserved, but something made him frown. The older Fishman's body had gone well... limp, and if he wasn't supported by his own body then Arlong would have gone under the hot water.
"Arlong? Oi, Arlong"? Hordy's hand moved to his shoulders as he shook his lover lightly. Suddenly he realized that Arlong had become dizzy and fainted due to being exposed to the hot water for so long, and his own teasing touches probably didn't help the matter that much either.
"Goddammit…" Jones sighed. Such a shame, their play time had been ruined.
Blue eyes fluttered open. His head was pounding and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. Though he stopped himself before he could as he realized that he was no longer in the bath, instead resting on the bed, curled up under green blankets. His blue eyes closed again and ran his fingers over the ones that were intertwined on his stomach. Hordy's arms were snaked around his waist, his body pressed against Arlong's back.
Arlong smiled a bit and finally let himself drift back to sleep, lulled by the sound of Hordy's breaths and the steady rise and fall of his chest against his back.
