Matthew stares at the number, as if it is an etching of what is to come. Eight. Room Eight, just like Blake told him. Matt gets sweaty just thinking of what is going to be said, and how Blake is going to react. What if it is just a thanks again reaction and then the door closes in his face. That would not let him sleep easy. But what if he... doesn't close the door on him. Oh, the possibilities, all flashing through his head while Matt is still looking at the plastic eight on the door.
He knocks three times. Nervous and shy, Matt looks down to the right when the door begins to open. Noticing that Blake is already in pajama bottoms, he gestures the bottle of body wash and two-in-one.
"Thank you for letting me use them, it was very..." Matt is interrupted by Blake.
"Get in here, before you get us both kicked out!" Blake looks down at Matt's legs.
Matt realizes that the towel is around his head and not his waist, his mind being too preoccupied about what happened before. Once again, he never had to worry about stupid stuff like privacy out in the country. And with that knowledge, he pulls the towel from his head and covers his crotch. Also in that motion he comes inside the motel room. Blake closes the door.
"Want some pants?" Blake says as he releases a crooked and sarcastic, yet adorable, smile.
"Yes, please." Matt says softly as he reddens for the third time tonight.
"One moment." Blake walks into the bedroom.
Matt looks around. Their rooms were the same, ugly end tables and horizontal shades on the windows. He guessed it was ok for a couple nights, but definitely no place to live enjoyably. Blake returns with a pair of blue and green flannel pajamas. Blake's being red and orange flannel, they matched.
"Here ya go." Matt's hand brushes Blake's as he hands him the pants. Matt smiles, a sign of intention. Blake flutters his eyes and smiles as a means of telling him the flirt was accepted.
Blake turns towards the couch, and Matt puts his right leg into the pants. Blake sits; Matt puts his left leg in and pulls the waist band a little below the waist.
"So, why did you run so quickly out of the shower, after... giving me the soap?"
Matt sits on the other end of the couch, facing Blake. "I didn't want to do anything I would regret."
Matt seems shocked by the answer. "what do you mean?"
"I don't do one night stands." There seem to be a little aggression in the last part of the sentence. Matthew notices it, but doesn't know why there would be, something personal presumably.
"I can respect that... is there a reason why?" Matt tries to be gentle as the subject seemed to upset Blake.
"I... I don't know. I... Okay. I... I really liked this guy I met in a local club, he seemed nice, and was definitely handsome. We talked for hours about what ever came to mind, we laughed and joked and then began to get physical. The next morning he was gone, and I only had a first name and no number. I fell for the guy, and I was just a trick."
"Wow, that must have hurt, to let someone in like that and then them just walk out."
"It did." Blake, who has been nothing but giddy and playful looks down in sadness.
