All in all, Revolution is an experience. Hook sighs, adjusting the towel around his body before he leaves the bathroom, glancing up to find Orange watching him. "What?" he mumbles, a pleasant warmth creeping through him at the heat in Orange's gaze. He wanders over to their luggage, digging around for something to wear, when Orange stands up and joins him, resting a hand on the edge of the towel, teasing at his abs.
"Hook," he says quietly. "Hey, what's going on?"
"Nothing," Hook responds blandly, still staring down at his luggage. "I mean, I should be on top of the world, right? The asshole who tried to permanently injure my father failed at cashing in his contract and got choked out in like a minute."
"But you're not," Orange says. "What's wrong?"
Hook rolls his eyes and glances over at Orange. "Would you rather hear instead about how my father talked about the Rizzler being your stepson? Or how I was sitting next to Joe and Shibata when you decided to start motorboating Mason Madden in the middle of the ring for the world to see?"
Orange coughs. "Uh," he says smartly. "Well. It wasn't really... the plan..."
"What was the plan then?" Hook asks, finally pulling out a shirt and sweats, turning towards the bed, body tight with tension that Orange always hates to see. Hates even more to be the cause of.
"Hook-" Orange says, reaching out and curling his fingers around Hook's wrist, stopping him. "It wasn't supposed to mean anything. You know that, right? Just... a height thing. He was talking shit and I... wasn't thinking until I was... there. Besides, Mansoor made me pay for it anyway."
Hook huffs, rolls his shoulders out to loosen some of the tension, then exhales. "I guess," he mumbles, picking at the edge of his towel. "Whatever." He pulls free from Orange and continues getting dressed, ignoring him as he watches.
Orange sighs and sits down on the edge of the bed, waiting for Hook to finish dressing. He's just thrown the towel aside, pants resting low on his hips, when Orange clears his throat, interrupting him from putting his shirt on.
Hook sighs. "What?" he mumbles, glancing over at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Come here," Orange says, waiting patiently as Hook huffs and casts an unimpressed look his way. "Please."
"Ugh." Hook walks up to him, and Orange smiles slightly, gripping his hands and drawing him in until he's standing between Orange's legs.
The bed is tall enough that when Orange tugs Hook closer, he's at eye level with Hook's tattoo and he shifts forward just enough that he can press his face into Hook's chest, the lingering warmth from Hook's shower sinking into his skin. "Mm," he says softly, nuzzling between Hook's pecs.
Hook exhales. "What are you doing?" he asks quietly.
"Making it up to you," Orange says, voice slightly muffled as he wraps an arm around Hook's hips and holds him in place, breath ghosting gently over Hook's skin, making him shiver. Hook sighs and presses his hand against the back of Orange's head, tangling his fingers in Orange's hair and pressing him deeper into his pecs. Orange moans appreciatively as Hook begins lightly scratching at his scalp. "God, I love you," he mumbles, kissing between Hook's pecs.
"Even if-" Hook says, then falters, exhaling slowly.
Orange frowns and pulls back reluctantly, just enough to look up at him. "Even if what?"
"I mean, Mason's a lot taller and..." Hook huffs, looking anywhere but at Orange. "...thicker than I am, so maybe that's why-"
Orange blinks. Then blinks again. "Hook," he says. When Hook doesn't respond, Orange squeezes him. "Hey, look at me."
"Ugh," Hook mumbles, his eyes wandering around restlessly before finally settling on Orange's face, hesitant, wary.
"You're perfect the way you are," Orange tells him, meaning every bit of it. "Really, you think that tonight was because I think you're lacking in any sort of way? Really? It... it wasn't anything, I swear to you. Just a dumb moment that meant nothing. I promise."
Hook still looks uncertain so Orange stands, getting closer to him until they're eye to eye. "Orange..."
Orange reaches up and brushes his fingers over Hook's jaw line, cradling his face in his hands. "You're everything I could ever want, alright?" He presses a kiss to Hook's forehead, lingering there. "I don't call you handsome because it's part of your wrestling persona. I call you handsome because you are, from here-" He kisses the top of Hook's head, "-to here..." Trailing down Hook's face, he kisses his nose, down to his lips, lower. Sucks a soft kiss against his throat, into his collar. Over his heart, down his sternum. Continues peppering kisses over Hook's body until Hook huffs out a laugh.
"Ok, ok," he says, sounding a little breathless. "I get the idea. Come back here." Orange stands once more and Hook loops his arms around Orange's neck, kissing him. "Alright."
"You forgive me?" Orange murmurs, brushing his hands up and down Hook's sides, feeling how rapid his breathing is under his fingertips, warm arousal coursing through his own veins in response.
Hook pauses, then, "I guess."
Orange's lust immediately cools and he pulls back, searching Hook's face. He finds a mischievous smirk there and grimaces. "You're a menace," he says, leaning his head against Hook's shoulder.
"I know," Hook says, running his fingers through Orange's hair again. "You like that about me, though."
"I guess," Orange teases before kissing Hook deeply, drawing him back to the bed and laying him down against the thick comforter. "So." He trails his hands over Hook's skin, staring down at him with a dark, heady glint in his eye.
"So," Hook echoes.
"Wanna celebrate Christian losing in such an embarrassing manner?"
"Fuck yeah," Hook says, wrapping his legs around Orange's hips and pulling him down on top of him, not giving Orange a chance to react before he rolls them over and begins hungrily kissing Orange.