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Naim and Ryan stepped off the bus, weak in the knees and with the shared goal of a place to sleep on their minds.
The two had stepped into the tiny lobby of a motel by the road looking like two fawns, shat out into a scary world and having to figure out how to walk within a few hours. Naim takes their one bag off of Ryan’s shoulder and collapses into the singular wooden chair in the corner, a fuzziness in his head as he tries to focus. Ryan’s bag between his legs, the dirty glasses of the man behind the front desk, a yellowed clock on the wall letting him know it was near ten at night. Ryan looked just as tired as him, though the continuous glances at Naim from the corner of his eye offered some comfort.
At the sight of the plush looking double bed in their room, Naim shrugged off his jacket and let himself fall back, shoes still on and dangling off the edge. It was then that Naim felt a hot pressure behind his eyes. Listening to the insects outside and Ryan loosening the laces of his shoes, all he could wonder was:
”What now?”
A decently sized TV was in the room, but Naim wasn’t in the mood for that. He couldn’t stand the silence, but he had nothing to say. Looking at Ryan slumped in a fat armchair, he’d like to get up there and curl up with him. He’d like to have Ryan crawl into bed with him, for them to keep as much skin to skin contact as possible and try to find some decent sleep. He’d like to have some semblance of direction, how long could they go?
He’d like to brush his teeth. Maybe it was okay if they figured it out as they went along, but Naim knew he couldn’t do feeling like his oral hygiene would suffer.
“I don’t even have a toothbrush.” Naim laughs humourlessly to himself, Ryan stirs and speaks with his eyes still closed.
”Mines in one of the inside pockets.” Ryan sounds bone tired, but Naim will have none of that proposal.
”Gross.” This gets Ryan sitting up, staring at Naim all bleary-eyed.
”You ate your own cum off my fingers, like, one day ago.”
It must be only an hour later, Naim wakes with a pain in his neck and a familiar pressure in his gut. It takes the boy a moment to remember where he is, but he breathes a little easier when he looks to his left and sees those angelic blond strands fanning out over the other half of the pillow. Ryan seems to be sleeping soundly, a strong arm thrown over Naim’s belly. So he’s a stomach sleeper, he doesn’t snore, if Naim could see his face right now it’d likely look just as serene as it had on the bus. Almost like they were off on an exciting adventure, rather than leaving behind familiarity and structure. It wasn’t easy, Naim had felt it during the car ride back that night, he’d felt it in every moment alone at some point; a sore sting in his throat telling him that he had to leave.
Back to his current dilemma, Naim stared at the ceiling and silently prayed that he could go back to sleep. It was no use, he had to piss. He felt ridiculous for it, but he knew he couldn’t do it. The room didn’t even have the light of the moon or any streetlights illuminating it. There was a short hallway leading off with a bathroom door that he wouldn’t be able to see the bed from. After everything, he wouldn’t let that fucking creature catch him with his dick in his hand. He didn’t know the requirements for just how alone he’d have to be, and surely it was watching them right now.
Could it be possible that Ryan wouldn’t hear a struggle? Naim could think of worse scenarios. Though he knew the other boy would never, maybe Ryan had left the room for something, maybe it wasn’t really Ryan sleeping next to him. Would that warm arm that said safety one minute suddenly start pounding and hitting, snuffing Naim out while real Ryan was none the wiser? Naim knew every intricate detail of those hands. He’d mapped out the lines, felt the calloused bits. He knew the feeling of those many rings the other boy wore under his tongue. Screw this, he’d never even yet got to know what those hands would feel like handling and penetrating the most intimate parts of him that nobody else had ever touched. Naim wasn’t going without finding that out.
”Ryan, please wake up.” Naim shook the other boy by the bicep, gentle at first but with urgency when Naim unconsciously humped at the mattress, the full pressure in his abdomen as nature screamed in his ear.
There wasn’t a slow groggy start from the blonde, Ryan rolled onto his back and met Naim’s eyes with a slightly frenzied look.
”What is it? What’s wrong, baby?” Naim would melt at the name if not for the fact that he was about to ruin the cleaner’s life with the way he truly felt as though his bodies supply of tears and sweat was being dipped into, all to make for the longest unbroken stream of the boy’s life.
Ryan looks at the scrunched up red face of the boy before him, the hand he’d bestowed one of his beloved rings onto between the other boy’s own legs as though he’ll start to hump at the air in a moment. He took Naim’s hand without another word and their bare feet met the dirty carpet before the tile as Naim flicked on the cold bathroom light and threw the toilet seat up. Ryan just leaned up against the wall by the towel rack, arms folded and an amused glimmer in his eye as he stared, slightly slack jawed. Naim wasn’t a small guy or anything, he just felt like that under Ryan’s bigger hands. But still, Naim’s stream roared.
Naim abruptly stops and speaks to the small echoey room.
“Why are you staring?” Ryan thinks the other boy sounds slightly crazy. He can hear Naim smiling though, and this may be the first moment of the last hours with not a hint of tension.
”Need me to help you aim?” Ryan slowly walks towards Naim with the gracefulness of a big cat, Naim sure feels hot and as though he’s about to feel teeth sink into his neck.
”Are you serious, cunt?” Ryan knows he’s seeing clearly, the other boy is flustered. Naim may be laughing but all of a sudden Ryan’s throat feels dry.
Naim can feel Ryan’s body heat behind him, the blonde has some height on the boy and Naim wants to run out of the room and into traffic when he gulps audibly. Ryan’s chuckle hums in the back of his throat, the taller boy leans a little and snakes his arms around Naim’s middle. The two have spent some time with their faces in one another’s hair, and this should feel stupid but something about it is exciting.
Naim can’t help but melt a little when Ryan actually does take the other boy’s dick in hand. Though, a different predicament now. Naim is only half done but of course can’t go with a rapidly hardening dick.
“Uh… Ryan.” He chuckles nervously when Ryan’s hand tightens a bit, the cool rings on his long fingers adding sensation as Ryan starts fondling Naim’s balls.
“What’s the problem, angel, I thought you had to go?” Naim can feel the devious smile form on Ryan’s face as he laughs into the crown of Naim’s hair. Though he’d like to be done with what he came in here to do, Naim can’t stop himself from letting his eyes droop. He holds onto Ryan’s arm.
Later, they’re back in bed and in each other’s arms just waiting for the sun to come up when Ryan whispers into Naim’s hair.
“Seriously though, I’m so happy I found you. Naim, I’m so fucking happy.” His voice sounds a little thick with unshed tears.
It’s all happened in the past 24 hours, Naim feels strangely calm though.
”Thank you for not getting me over the line until well after I was done, that would’ve burned like hell. I love you, Ryan.” The two make out, lazy and happy.