Aaron stepped out of Nick's room, releasing the breath he wasn't aware he was holding. Walking over to his own door he slid his keycard in, surprised to find the door unlocked.
Zak sat on the floor, a second keycard, handcuffs, holy water, cross, rosary, and bible in front of him. "You got the stuff?" Aaron asked him.
Zak looked up at him. "I didn't know if you'd be coming out of there."
Aaron pulled him up from the floor. "We'll do it tonight." Enveloping the older man in his arms, he felt his body shaking.
"I didn't know if you'd be coming out…," he whispered shakily against his skin.
Aaron laid them down on the bed, Zak half on top of him, face nestled in his neck. For the first time in two days, Zak closed his eyes and fell into sleep.
Next door, Nick paced in his room. He knew Zak was avoiding him. And he knew that he was in Aaron's room. He could hear them through the walls. They were plotting something. He wasn't quite sure exactly what it was, but there was no doubt that it had everything to do with him and taking away this feeling, this euphoria that he had found.
He couldn't let them do that. He showered and left, devising his own plan.
Hours later, Zak and Aaron lay on Aaron's bed, both trying to gain the courage to put their plan into motion. "Call him," Zak whispered, pulling up the speed dial in Aaron's phone and pressing send.
Aaron gave Zak a look as the line began to ring. "Aaron," came Nick's voice as he answered.
Aaron swallowed. "Nick."
"What do you want?"
By the sounds in the background, Aaron could tell he was no longer in his hotel room. "I wanted to ask you to come to my room." He winced at his own fakeness.
The snarl was surprisingly clear through the phone. "No thanks. I have a better offer tonight."
"Better than Zak?" They heard Nick pause and say something hushed to someone else before the line went dead. Aaron sighed. "It's not going to work."
Zak lay back against the pillows. "No, he's coming. I know he is. I can feel it." He sighed deep. "I can't do this."
"You need to do it. You need to act like you're ready to go when he gets here."
"My body hurts, my ass still burns, and my neck and shoulders are killing me. How can I be ready to go for a man that did that?"
Aaron rolled over, climbing over top Zak's body. "So be ready for me?"
Zak smiled, pulling Aaron down to him. "I can be ready for you…" The kiss was soft, forgiving, loving, slow. Zak's body reacted to the soft touches and caresses as he sighed in contentment.
Breaking the kiss, Aaron's hands worked Zak's shirt off, over his head. His lips worked down over the strong jawbone. Zak braced himself as they came into contact with one of the bitemarks. Aaron licked and kissed the angry bruise before repeating on the other side.
Zak sighed, pulling him up to face him as Zak's phone buzzed on the nightstand. Aaron picked it up and looked at it. "It's Nick."
Biting his lip, Zak answered it. "Hello?" His voice was deep and breathy. He didn't plan that, but it worked.
"Where are you?" Nick asked, his voice much less harsh than he was with Aaron.
Zak ran his fingertips down Aaron's chest in front of him, stopping at the waistline of his pants. "In Aaron's room."
"You know, he offered you to me," his voice deep and threateningly quiet, barely above a whisper.
"I told him to call you," Zak smiled as Aaron pulled his own shirt over his head before he dove down, flicking his tongue over a taut nipple before taking it into his mouth. Zak moaned into the phone. "So are you coming?"
"I will be right there," Nick answered and the line went dead.
Aaron switched over to the other nipple, repeating his torture as his hand gently massaged Zak's clothed cock. Putting his phone on the nightstand next to the bed, Zak said, "He's on his way."
Aaron sat up, licking his lips. "Good. You feel okay?"
Zak sat up, wrapping his arms around the man in front of him. "Fuck me."
Aaron shook his head, kissing him softly. "Nope, you need to be ready when Nick gets here, but don't give in."
Zak groaned. "I don't know if I can do that."
Aaron, stepped off the bed, grabbing the handcuffs from the floor. Zak raised a hopeful eyebrow. "We have to get everything ready and hidden before he gets here."
Zak sighed, sliding off the bed. Aaron kissed the side of his mouth before pushing the bed away from the wall. "After we take care of Nick, we'll take care of you. I promise."
Ten minutes later, Zak was mentally stalking every move Aaron made around the room from his position in the chair facing the door, trying to keep himself from jumping him when a hard knock came on the door.
Aaron answered it, allowing Nick entrance to the hotel room. His eyes immediately locked onto Zak. His mere presence created a reaction in Zak's body that he couldn't control. His body was equating Nick with sex, which it desperately wanted right now.
He stood as Nick approached him. "You are here," he whispered, softly taking the side of his face in his hand.
Zak nuzzled into the soft touch, his body on fire with need. Nick pulled him close, Aaron forgotten about behind him. Zak kissed him savagely, desire taking over his senses. Nick smelled like sex, and it engulfed him.
Aaron moved forward, a pair of handcuffs in his hands. Nick sensed his movement. Clutching Zak close to his body, he broke the kiss. "I wouldn't do that, Aaron."
"Let him go, Nick," Aaron said, stopping just a foot behind him.
Zak looked desperately over Nick's shoulder at him. He had given in. Zak's arms came around Nick's back, clinging to him as his eyes closed in bodily defeat.
Aaron sighed but held the handcuffs in front of him, trying to determine a way to do this without Zak's help.
Nick's left arm came out from between their bodies. Sharp metal shown in the poor lighting. Aaron's heart stopped at the sight of the knife and Zak so pliant in his arms. "I think we can put those handcuffs to better use."