Chapter 4, bring on that hotel fun! Of course, only bad things can happen with two boys all alone. :'3


It turns out their parents decided to go the cheap route and opted for two single bedrooms and a cot for Manny. Greg was starting to believe that his parents wanted Rodrick to kill him or something with how often they kept trying to get them together.

"Now then, I'll wake you both up at 5:30, we'll be out on the road by 6 A.M. I suggest you both get some rest and not to stay up too late. Goodnight, boys!" With that said, their mother smiled, waved and closed the door that joined their rooms behind her.

Rodrick had already made himself comfortable by hogging most of the room on the bed. Sprawled out in such a way that only a small section was utterly free from touching Rodrick. Greg shook his head and headed for the bathroom, muttering how frustrating Rodrick was being.

"Where are you going?" Rodrick yelled as he started flipping through channels on the television with the remote, arm propped behind him on the pillow as support for his head.

"None of your business." With that said, Greg stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind him. He undressed, twisting the shower knob to the hottest setting before stepping in. Mind wandered, as one usually did in the confines of their shower time. Greg had no idea what had come over him once he woke up from napping on Rodrick.

'Why would Rodrick pinch my ass like that?' Greg subconsciously rubbed the spot where his older brother had pinched, lathering soap over it as if he wanted to wash it away. Greg noticed the bruise on his arm was slowly starting to fade, all the while a few other small bruises littered his side from where Rodrick kept jabbing at him during the care ride and after.

Greg let out a sigh as he finished cleaning himself, hopping out of the shower as he dried himself with the fluffy white hotel towels. Remembering a second too late that he didn't grab some clean clothes before hiding himself in the washroom, his suitcase still sitting unopened outside. Greg was quite reluctant to leave the room wrapped in a towel because he knew that Rodrick would most likely start messing around with him.

Greg had thoughts of just wearing his old clothes, but one look at them on the floor in a puddle of water quickly extinguished that notion. Greg wrapped the towel around his waist, making sure to tie it extra tight with his hand holding it down. Cracking the door slightly, he peaked out as steam tumbled out softly from the crack; the lights and tv were off, a sigh of relief thinking Rodrick might have gone to bed which allowed him to go get change in peace. Heading out and turning the corner towards his suitcase, the wind got knocked out of him as he fell face-first into the bed after being tackled from behind.

"What the hell, Rodrick!" Greg gritted out, coming out as a harsh whisper, not wanting to cause alarm towards his parents sleeping in the other room. Walls in hotel rooms tended to be relatively sparse in canceling noise. Rodrick was currently sitting on his back, his legs on either side of Greg as a hand was shoved into his shoulder, keeping him pinned to the bed.

"Now, now, let's not use that language. Mom and dad are on the other side of the room." Rodrick's grin was predatory as he let his index finger trail down Greg's back, goosebumps popping out with each drag, enjoying the way Greg seemed to squirm underneath Rodrick.

Greg couldn't stop himself, growls of frustration bursting from the back of his throat, trying, but failing, at trying to get out from underneath Rodrick. For how lanky the taller brother was, he was surprisingly heavy and muscular.

"You're just wasting your energy shrimp, just lay there and take it." Greg let out a last growl before he just stopped and stayed still, letting Rodrick do whatever he wanted. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy the feeling, it felt nice. Though he didn't like the fact that Rodrick was the one making him feel good. It was weird.

"Just get off of me." Greg sighed out in defeat, skin tingling as Rodrick kept trailing his nails up and down his spine, hair standing on end, chill running up his nerves.

"Beg," Rodrick growled out as he scratched down Greg's back, which in turn let out a gasp. Bright red scratch marks now marred his bare backside.

"What? No way, and stop that! You're acting weird!" Greg shouted out, annoyed once more and forgetting about being quiet. What was wrong with Rodrick? He was acting just like the time in his bedroom. Rodrick growled and kept scratching down Greg's back, eyes hard, face morphed into a scowl. Rodrick took a different approach, fingers reaching towards Greg's sides as he started poking and tickling, exactly knowing where Greg did not like to get tickled.

Gregory clenched his hands, eyes clenched as he tried to keep his laughter at bay, body seizing up as grunts and groans were the only noises that fell out. He hated begging. Rodrick was seriously sick minded.

"Please stop…Rodrick, I don't like it." Greg groaned out, squirming, Rodrick just chuckled and kept his fingers busy.

"I can see and feel your goosebumps, I bet you secretly like this, huh Greg. You're enjoying what I'm doing to you, aren't you? I didn't know you liked me that way." Rodrick's voice was gravelly and low, sending waves of something coursing up the back of Greg's spine, heart beating erratically in his chest, palms sweaty. Rodrick's fingers skimmed up Greg's back, finger interweaving into that soft brown hair, grabbing a handful and pulling at it slightly. Greg let out a gasp of pain, seeing red for a split second before he suddenly had enough of this utter shit that was happening. Rodrick was taking it too far.

"Get off of me right now!" Greg yelled out, and with those words, fun time was over.

"You're lucky mom and dad are so close because your begging was shit." Rodrick got off of Greg's back and headed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him in a fit of anger. Greg heard rustling on the other side of the wall, assuming his parents just went back to bed after it became quiet once more.

Gregory got up, rubbing the back of his head furiously, his side of the bed now wet caused by how he was still dripping water. Greg's eyes were staring harshly ahead, not pleased at all with what had happened. He got dressed in record time in the darkened room, stubbing his toe lightly but keeping his yelp of pain in with how frustrated he was feeling right then and there. He continued to try and slow his beating heart, calm his raging breathing. He was plopping himself down on the far end of the bed, where he wrapped himself up in the comforter, tucking himself so Rodrick wouldn't be able to touch him while he slept. Foolproof plan, protection by blankets.


Greg didn't know when he had fallen asleep; all that he knew was that he was comfortable and warm, the sun only started to peak through the curtains while its rays of light settled upon his sleeping form and the arms wrapped around him.

Wait-a-second…arms?

Greg laid still, wondering what was happening. Was Rodrick playing a game on him again? Was he going to suddenly push him off the bed or start beating him up? Gregory blinked the sleep out of his eyes as he began to formulate a plan on how to get out of his older brother's grip before he got hurt…again.

He saw an opening when Rodrick's grip loosened up; Greg bolted out of his arms, scrambling onto the floor before rushing over to the washroom. He remembered to grab a change of clothes this time around.

He didn't know what happened, but he sure as hell hoped it didn't happen again. Greg felt…nice in his arms, comfortable even. That thought scared the hell out of him. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he looked at his reflection through the mirror, noticing how tired he still was.

"Rodrick, Greg, it's time to wake up…oh, you two are already awake, that's great. Get ready; we're leaving soon." He heard his mother say, probably walked in using the connecting doors.

Greg let out a defeated sigh; there was no way he would be able to handle four weeks of this, especially if Rodrick would keep getting worse and worse. He did tell Greg that he would make this a living hell for him, just how far was Rodrick planning to go?

That thought alone scared the shit right out of him.