Chill Out. Relax. Read.

5/30/2025

When they left the elevator, Colt stumbled, and Mal grabbed him around the waist to steady him. Colt put one hand on Mal’s chest and smiled, sending warmth spreading through him from where Colt’s hand rested. Mal’s room was closer to the elevator, and Colt leaned against the door, searching his pockets. “I think I lost my keycard.”

Mal swiped his own card through the door lock. When it opened, Colt fell backward into the room. He would have landed flat on his ass had Mal not darted forward, grabbing him again.

“You sorta like taking hold of me so I don’t fall,” Colt murmured and leaned in close enough their lips almost touched.

“You’re sorta uncoordinated.” Mal skimmed his lips over Colt’s cheek.

Winding one arm around Mal, Colt inched closer. “I’m drunk. That doesn’t count.” He licked so lightly over Mal’s ear it made Mal shudder.

Mal kicked the door shut, then turned Colt so he was trapped against it by Mal’s presence. Colt hauled Mal closer and dipped his head so he could kiss Mal’s neck and trail his lips over Mal’s jaw.

In response Mal ran one hand through Colt’s hair to a little above his neck, then cupped the back of Colt’s head and kissed him, slowly and gently at first. But it didn’t take long before they both sent their hands roaming over each other. Sweet kisses very quickly turned to ravenous ones. Mal held Colt securely against him and moved, pressing his knee into Colt’s groin.

Colt moaned, then yelped into Mal’s mouth. His body jerked, and he fisted his hands in Mal’s shirt while his hips stuttered. He broke their kiss and started babbling, “Oh God, I’m… I didn’t… that’s never…. I’m sorry….”

“Sh, sh, I want this too.” That’s when Mal realized his knee was warm and wet and getting wetter. “Oh.” He held Colt until his body stopped quivering. “It’s okay. Colt. Don’t be sorry.” Mal stepped back one pace and held Colt by his shoulders.

Colt let go of Mal and covered his face with one hand. “That’s…. I’m so embarrassed.” He reached back for the door handle. “I need to….”

“You already did.”

Colt stared at Mal for a second, then snickered. “I guess I did.”

“You can’t go out there like that. It happens to everyone at some point.” Mal stopped and shrugged. “I consider it a compliment. I barely touched you, and then you….” He gestured with both hands to his own crotch.

Colt groaned again, but not with pleasure this time. He skirted around Mal and flopped backward onto Mal’s bed, covering his face with one hand again.

“It’s okay,” Mal repeated. He went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face and over his head a few times, then went to the closet and pulled a T-shirt and sweatpants out for Colt. When he returned, Colt was snoring softly.

To say Colt’s dark hair was disheveled was an understatement. His lips had a bit of a pucker to them, and his shirt was rucked up, exposing his belly button. Mal leaned down and pulled off Colt’s shoes and socks. Next he unbuttoned and unzipped Colt’s pants, grabbed the hem, and tugged them off. Everything in Colt’s pockets fell to the floor. Tossing the pants closer to the closet, Mal collected the items. Keys, phone, wallet, and… keycard. He held the card between two fingers and turned to look at Colt, sound asleep in Mal’s bed. Shaking his head, he put all the items on the table. Then he concentrated on wrestling Colt out of his underwear and shirt.

It was hard—pun intended—to stop himself from trying to rouse Colt. His chest had a dusting of dark hair that trickled down to his belly button. He was lean, and his ribs moved with every breath. Colt’s chest had a nice shape as it tapered to his waist. The hair between his legs was as dark and pleasing as that on his head, though curlier—thick and plush. He had to wipe Colt clean quickly; he couldn’t keep looking at that body and sweet face and touching Colt’s smooth skin without doing something that would be seriously embarrassing. Once finished, he gathered their clothes, put them in the hotel hamper, and left them in the hall to be collected and dry-cleaned. Lastly he tucked Colt under the blankets.

A quick shower with a little extra soap and some special attention to his cock, and Mal could relax and sleep. He retrieved the extra bedding from the closet and arranged it in the huge armchair in the corner, clicked off the light, and settled in for the night.