⚠️WARNING. Do not look directly at the eyes!

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As Tan pushes his key into the door of number 69,  his heart fills with anticipation. He tries his best not to scare himself with the thoughts of how tiny the room may look, or how unhygienic the mattress may be, or even if there were mice. It was far too late in the day to go find someone to make a complaint. 

Push those thoughts away. Far away.  Tan thinks to himself as he finally turns the key to the right. He lets his hand turn the metal door handle and lets the door slowly swing open to reveal...

Quite an ordinary room. Small but clean, with everything he needs. A single bed against one wall, a desk and chair and a hanging rail.  Tan breathes a sigh of relief as he wheels his case in and closes the door behind him. 

He takes a moment as he sits on the bed, taking in the room a little more. The opened window. The folded clothes on the desk chair...

Folded clothes on the desk chair...mmm? That doesn't seem quite right. 

Tan looks down at the key in his hand. 69. Definitely 69. Not 96. He gets up off the bed and heads for the door, opening it and checking the number.  Yep totally 69 not 96. He closes the door again behind him. Someone must have got the rooms mixed up, but then how would they get in the room with a different key? 

Must be a mix up. He thinks as he goes to leave the room to find someone, anyone to sort it, but wait...someone is putting a key in the door. They're turning the key, they're opening the door, they're looking at Tan, they're wearing nothing but a white towel, they've got wet black bangs covering their face, they're muscular, they're toned.

I'm running out of things to describe ... Tan thinks.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room?"  The towel cladded stranger questions, looking at Tan through the wet fringe. 

"Uuu Mmm..."  Tan doesn't know why he is in someone else's room. But hang on a minute, he is in his room! "69." 

"Excuse me?" The young man says, leaning forwards a little to catch Tan's words. 

"This is room 69. My key is 69. This is my room." 

"No...this is my room, look..." the man pulls an identical key from somewhere in his towel, (Tan doesn't want to know the origin) to show the exact same key. There it was, two keys, both identical. 

"Well what are we going to do about it? There's no room for two people here. There is only one bed for starters." Tan points to the metal framed bed. 

"We could share?" 

"What?" What did he just propose? 

"The bed. I said we could share the bed. Just for tonight." The guy steps forwards...and then it happens...

He raises his hands to his damp hair and brushes his fingers through it, combing the wet locks back to reveal the eyes...the eyes!

Don't look at the eyes, don't look at the eyes! 

Tan didn't heed his own words and looked directly into those hazel eyes.

BAM! heart attack! 

"O...okay...just for tonight."

What was he saying, what was he saying?

"That's settled then." The guy now holds out a hand. "I'm Samuel."  

"Tan."  he takes the hand being offered to him. Even the hand looked beautiful. 

***

This is all going wrong. You are not here to have boys love. You are here to study! Tan was in the bathroom having strong words with himself in his head. 

It had been bad enough that he had been caught out with the eyes, the beautiful hands, but when Samuel continued with his routine as if Tan wasn't there, with his, We're all males aren't we? And proceeded to pull away the fluffy towel. To expose such riches fit for a museum, Tan felt the best option was for a shower, preferably cold. 

Just one night

He again mumbles in his mind as he pulls a t-shirt over his head, choosing to change in the bathroom, this was the risk free option. 

As he heads back to the room, he momentarily stops outside the door. Should he knock? Tan smiles off the thought. It was his room too and he had already seen plenty and had stayed strong...just about.

Brace yourself Tan.... The door opens....

"You ready? I'm almost done." 

WARNING! WARNING!  The pull is too strong. He has to stare; he can't help it.  To stare at Samuel as he pours baby oil directly onto his already glistening bare chest, before rubbing his hands all over himself, his toned six pack, his firm pecs, his dark nipples his....

"Tan....Tan..."

"Mmh." Tan can hear the faint call of a male's voice from somewhere...

"Tan....Tan! Are you ok?" Samuel stops what he is doing, now wiping his hands on a towel. 

"Yes. Why wouldn't I be ok?" He replies on the defence. 

"You looked spaced out." Samuel adds as he heads towards the bed, flipping over the corner sheet. 

"I'm fine!"

I am not fine. I am NOT FINE! 

"Well ok, so let's get some rest yeah?"  Samuel crawls onto the bed and scooches by the wall. Tan is still standing by the door, assessing his choices. He was not going to fall for this guy he was going to share a bed with on his first night. "Come on." Samuel prompts. "And don't forget the light switch." 

Tan. You can do this. There must be a safe strategy. YES THAT'S IT!

"Let's top and tail. I'll sleep at this end." Tan points to the foot of the bed. 

"There's only one pillow." Samuel points out. "What will you rest your head on?" He suddenly sits up in the bed, reaches forward and grabs Tan's wrist. "Just get in. It's getting late already." 

Before he can catch up, Tan is being pulled into the single bed by the handsome stranger. He stumbles forward, stretching out a hand to steady himself. It falls right on the oiled chest and of course Tan completely collapses on top of Samuel. 

They are now chest to chest, nose to nose.  Tan has no choice but to gaze into those blessed eyes. He was falling deeper and deeper...

"Are you ok?" 

Tan hurriedly sits up.  "Sorry, I slipped." He replies, feeling his cheeks heat up like the sun.

"It's ok." Samuel responds with a smile, as he edged back on the pillow, to make room for Tan, who lowered his head in trepidation. 

Ok, what's going on here? This is weird. This is really weird. I don't know this guy, but here I am, lying next to him with little between us. Don't look at the eyes. Just close your eyes Tan. Go to sleep. Sleep....sleeeep....

Tan hitches a breath as he feels something brush his cheek.  What was it? Fingers? It felt like fingers. But what were they doing touching his face? He is too scared to open his eyes to see. He already knew what was happening. The fingertips seem to brush over Tan's cheek.  "You look cute when you're sleeping."

EXCUSE ME? Did I hear that right? 

He continues to fake sleep, ignorance was bliss.  This wasn't happening really, was it? The thumb now brushes over his lips. Damn! It's too ticklish. He can't take much more, he's going to twitch...

"I want to kiss those lips..." 

ABORT ABORT! 

Tan opens his eyes and pushes himself out of bed. 

"I'm sleeping on the floor."