John's P.O.V.
I froze. Roger tried to persuade me to carry on. To walk away. Pretend I'd not heard her shout that at us. But I wasn't going to walk away and let her think she's won.
I span slowly on my heel until I was facing that smug little face of Becky's.
She was stood there, hand on a hip leaning against the desk. Probably the one that she had been bent over for Roger.
I made eye contact with her, "Say that again?" I responded very calmly.
She snickered, "Oi...faggots." She spat.
That was the first time we had been called something in public by a stranger. But this wasn't any kind of disrespectful outburst. Not in the slightest. This...this was nothing but jealousy. She'd not got what she wanted and had now resorted to none other than being a spoilt brat.
It had hurt my feelings but not as much as it would have done if a complete random person in the street had shouted it. She had her reasons. Poor girl.
Her arrogance was petty and it only made me angrier, but instead of verbally lashing out at her, I smiled, started to laugh and began to saunter towards her.
"John. No..." Roger hissed, trying to pull me back but I shook him off.
"What's the matter, Becky? Don't you like the idea of two men being together? Or is it you don't like the idea of me being with him, instead of you? Hmm?" I asked quite smugly, still smiling at her.
Her smile had now vanished and she was looking at me with daggers in her eyes.
"Can't you get over the fact that Roger chose your friend over you?" I paused, sweeping a strand of her hair out of her face and pretended to then wipe my fingers on my jeans, "To be honest...I think I'd choose to fuck your friend over you, too." I shrugged, giggling a little.
Her eyes had turned into slants and she was absolutely seething, I thought for a second she was going to hit me.
"Deaky! Please..." Roger continued to beg. I ignored him.
"You bastard." She hissed through gritted teeth, her hands clenched into fists by her sides.
I nodded a little, "Perhaps. But the truth hurts, doesn't it."
I could hear her heavy breathing but dared to step closer to her, lowering my voice, "And here's the truth. Roger is my boyfriend, I'm the one fucking him senseless every night, okay? Begging for sex off him will not work. He's faithful to me. You're jealous. Get over that he didn't have sex with you. You need fucking therapy." This time when Roger grabbed my hand and yanked me away, I let him. I had a lot more to say to her but for now, I think I had successfully delivered the message giving her stone cold and evil facial expression she was giving me.
"Oh. And for making our stay here utterly awful, we'll be leaving in the morning without paying. Thank you very much!" I cackled when Rog pulled me into the lift with him.
I leaned against the back of the lift, a proud grin on my face, I had been dreading the day when we got hollered at, but now I felt like I could face anything.
I felt so accomplished that I never realised that Roger hadn't said a word to me whilst making our way back to our room, I was too busy replaying the picture that was Becky's face in my head.
"What the fuck was that?" Roger suddenly asked once we had closed our room door behind us.
His tone of voice surprised me but when I finally looked at him, he had a shocked smile on his face as he walked towards me.
Relieved that he wasn't angry, I shrugged, "Just wanted to give her something to think about."
He'd grabbed my waist tightly and was backing me towards the bed, he rolled his eyes in pretend pleasure, "To think about?! Ugh, I fucking loved that." He groaned, biting his lip.
The backs of my knees hit the bed and he gently pushed me down so I was laid on my back and he was on top of me, kissing my neck, making me get goosebumps all over my body, my breath hitching in my throat.
"That was so hot I had to fight a hard on whilst you were talking to her..." he paused his neck kissing and looked me deep in the eyes.
His statement making me chuckle, "Why?! I was just sticking up for us." I moved strands of his blonde locks out of his blue eyes.
"Exactly. It just proved that you won't stand for any shit. I did not think you had that in you. You little diva." Before I had the chance to respond his lips were on mine and we were soon sloppily making out, both getting very hot under the collar.
I unintentionally let out a small moan into the kiss when I felt his spare hand wander down and start to palm my erection through my jeans.
He began to speak between kisses, his fingers now busy popping open the button on my jeans and pulling down the fly, "Although...one thing you said...wasn't true..." his voice like butter and his bedroom eyes melting me.
I struggled to answer him once I felt his hand delving into my jeans and giving my hard cock a little squeeze, "W-why?"
He smiled craftily, that kind of smile where he puts his tongue between his teeth because he knows he's got me to his full mercy, he'd yanked my jeans over my knees now and his fingertips were dancing along the length of my erection, still over my boxers, "You said you fuck me senseless every night..."
Gasping suddenly, he'd reached into my boxers and pulled out my throbbing cock, running his thumb over my swollen tip, beginning to gently stroke me.
"That's not true. You don't fuck me every night. And certainly not senseless." He shrugged playfully, tightening his grip around my shaft and upping his pace a little.
I swallowed thickly, his words mixed with his actions drove me crazy, my body squirming. I couldn't answer him what with how he was making me feel.
My eyes were screwed shut and my head tipped back, jaw hanging slightly open as my breathing was far from regular.
"So maybe...you should keep to your word." Rogers hand let go of my cock leaving me aching for him, fluttering open my eyes I saw him undressing himself, giving me a rather nice view when he lifted his jumper over his head revealing his bare torso.
He walked over to me, grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting position with legs hanging off the edge of the bed, he stayed stood in front of me and teasingly unbuckled his belt, right in front of my nose.
"Well I say, I'm pretty sure my eyes..." he lifted my chin up so I was looking into his eyes rather than staring impatiently at his crotch, "...are up here." He winked at me seductively, sending a sharp shiver through my body.
We made constant eye contact whilst he let his jeans drop to the floor and after, his boxers. There was something so incredibly intimate when staring into each other's eyes.
Once he was naked, he reached down to lift my T-shirt up and over my head that I still had on, he then threw it to the side and placed his hands on my bare shoulders, gently pushing me backwards where again, I was laid on my back with him over the top of me.
But not for long.
I flipped us over, I was now on top which earned me a cheesy smile from Roger, he was an awkward one, he likes to be in control, but also likes somebody else to be on top.
