Page 21 of Unrequited Sloth

Bobby sat down on the bed next to him and put his arm around Gabriel. Feeling his body heat, and smelling a scent which was basically masculine sweat, was one hell of an aphrodisiac. His heart rate was high again, and he needed to focus on not getting hard.

“I’m not okay, no, but I don’t want to deal with everything today. I just want one more day before I have to face it all. It’s a lot to ask, Gabriel, as it’s your sister, but can you keep me company today, and we’ll deal with everything tomorrow? I was thinking of trying to change my flight, so I don’t have to travel back with everyone else.”

“The tickets are flexible, so let me sort that, and you arrange breakfast. Just get me a bit of everything.”

“Thank you,” said Bobby with a smile.

He leaned forward and kissed Gabriel on the temple, and pulled him into another sideways hug, making his stomach lurch. He could do this for Bobby and be there for him. They’d clearly had fun last night out drinking in Sin City, even if he had no recollection. Spending the whole day with this gorgeous man, this time sober and being able to remember it, was something he would happily do. Thankfully, they’d not done anything else crazy last night, so there wouldn’t be any more drama, right?

The Grand Canyon trip was amazing. Bobby had thought of everything. They’d done a trek into the Canyon and had a picnic, which he’d arranged. They also did a flyover in a small plane, just the two of them and the pilot. Now they were having dinner at the Bellagio. They’d left their phones in Gabriel’s hotel room, and the entire experience had been freeing. He’d have to have no-phone days again.

“Is it wrong of me to say I don’t want to go back to the hotel yet?” asked Bobby.

“Please don’t tell me you want to go drinking again?”

Bobby smiled. “Nothing like that. It’s just that when we go back, we’ll have to deal with everything.”

“Not necessarily. The phones are in the safe. Our flights have been rearranged. We can check in at the airport, rather than online. There’s no reason to turn the phones on until we land at Heathrow.”

Bobby looked as if he was pondering it. “Dillon will just come to my room and find me. I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to hunt me down already.”

“Stay in my room again.”

Gabriel had said that without thinking. Last night hadn’t mattered, because it was clear they’d both just passed out. But having Bobby in bed next to him when he was sober would likely result in Gabriel not getting any sleep. He’d be too paranoid about rolling over in his sleep and humping Bobby’s leg like a horny dog, or more likely grinding his arse against the man’s cock if he ended up accidentally spooning him. His dick throbbed at the thought of that happening. Gabriel needed to get himself under control. He’d had a lovely day in this wonderful man’s company, and he didn’t need to ruin it by giving away his feelings. Thankfully, Bobby was unlikely to take him up on his offer.

“I’d really appreciate that, Gabriel. Thank you.”

Oh fuck!

“We don’t need to go back yet, though, do we?” asked Bobby.

“Happy to stay out, as long as it doesn’t involve drinking or gambling. I must have blown five hundred dollars last night.”

“You want to do something in Las Vegas that doesn’t involve drinking or gambling?” asked Bobby with a smile.

“Maybe we can watch a show or something.”

“Won’t everything be booked in advance?”

“It doesn’t have to be an A-lister. We can find something a bit more niche.”

“I’d be up for that.”

“Well, we can’t look for something online, can we?”

“True. We could just have a wander and see what we can find?”

Gabriel nodded and went back to his dinner. They continued chatting about random stuff. He’d always found it easy to talk to Bobby. They avoided the topic of what was waiting when they got home – well, waiting for Bobby. How would Alex feel about Gabriel spending this time with him? He wasn’t sure if he’d ever see Bobby again once they got back to the UK. There’d be no reason to, although they worked within walking distance of each other, and Bobby’s brother was the chef at Knights Corner. It was probable that their paths would cross again. That was something for future Gabriel to think about, though. Right now, he was enjoying being in this cut-off bubble with a sexy man, even if it was all a bit fucked up.

Tomorrow they were heading back to the UK, which was a day early, so at least he wouldn’t have to be back at work immediately. Gabriel could only imagine what Jason and Dexter would think of all this, especially the fake marriage part. They had no pictures, which was a shame, but also a positive. If Gabriel had married his dream man, whether real or not, and had looked a state, then he’d never want to see those pictures anyway.

“Doesn’t Drag Race have a show here?” asked Bobby.

“Have you watched it?”

“Not all of them, because there are a lot. Ryan loves it, though, and goes on about it all the time, so I needed to know what he was talking about. Then I was hooked.”

Bobby was such a green flag. His sister was an idiot.