Mark lifted Sean up into his arms, rubbing his back. Sean buried his face into Mark's neck, his excited voice slightly muffled out by Mark's shoulder. "How? You said that..." Mark chuckled, nuzzling Sean's neck as he lovingly purred out. "I was up all night getting my statement out. Which was confirmed by the hotel guests on our floor as to my location last night... And since I was in custody at the time of the incident. They had nothing to hold me. So, I called Stacy's dad and asked if he'd come pick me up. I just didn't expect to run into you here." Sean held Mark in his tightest hug, mumbling out a bit emotionally. "Mark... I was so scared. You should have seen it... And the ISU isn't going to cancel... So tomorrow I have to-" Mark shushed him softly. Stacy's dad chuckled very softly, patting Mark on the back before discreetly slipping into the room with his daughter. Mark kissed Sean's cheek, whispering to him in a deep calming voice. "I was terrified too... I thought something had happened to you..."

Sean's body shook in Mark's arms. Mark held him for as long as he could, before setting him down to say very groggy. "Careful now. I'm really tired... So, my balance and focus are not at their best..." Sean kissed his cheek, sweetly telling him. "Then let's get you back to the hotel before you pass out on the floor." Mark nodded, trying to keep himself from dozing off as he mumbled out. "Oh, a soft bed will be amazing." Sean quickly informed Nate that they were heading back, then took Mark's hand to lead him out. Farther down the hall, they came across a room with posted guards. Mark's grip on Sean's hand tightened as he hurried him along. Sean didn't have to ask. It was clear. Quintin was recovering in that room. Sean tensed, growling out as they left the building. "They should have just let the bastard bleed out!" Mark draped an arm over Sean's shoulders, purring into his ear hopefully. "Jack? Can we not talk about him? I've had to talk about him all night... I wanna think about you."

Sean blushed, leaning into Mark as he replied warmly. "Ok." Sean quietly led Mark into the hotel and up to Nate's hotel room. Since Nate wouldn't be back for a bit, he had told them it was ok. All their stuff was there anyway. While Sean went through Mark's stuff to find him some new clothes. Mark stripped and slipped into the shower. Sean resisted the urge to go in with him. He felt like Mark needed some time alone after being interrogated all night. He wondered how long Nate would stay with Stacy and Roslyn though. He didn't want him to rush back, but he knew Mark would sleep most of the day away. Finding the right bag, Sean set folded clothes aside with a smile. He was thrilled to have Mark back. Upon getting out Mark's toothbrush and stuff, Sean asked him loudly. "Hey Mark? Do you want your bathroom bag?" Mark's damp arms wrapped around him, causing Sean to jump in surprise. Chuckling against his ear, Mark told him lovingly. "Not right now. Right now... I just want to hold you."

Sean blushed, giggling loudly as Mark pulled him back toward the bed. Crawling into bed with him, Mark spooned with him. Snuggling into his neck, Mark sleepily said. "I'm probably going to pass out any second... But I want you to know some things. One. I'm going to yell at you for all those jumps in your first routine. Two. I know you've been cheating on your diet because I can smell the chocolate on your breath. And three..." Sean smirked, waiting patiently. When he didn't answer, he looked over his shoulder and asked Mark softly. "Three?" Mark sleepily snuggled closer, barely able to answer as he began to drift off. "I love you." Sean grinned, rubbing Mark's warm arm around his torso. Nestling more in Mark's arms, Sean whispered back lovingly. "I love you too. Sweet dreams." Sean napped for a bit with him but woke up earlier than him. Slipping from bed, Sean stretched and went over his new routine style. The song blasted in his earbuds as he ran through the routine. He wanted to give this routine everything. It would be his last and he wanted to go out big.

He lost count how many times he ran through the routine. He had to commit the movements to memory and build up his confidence to move his body the way Nate advised him too. In the process of spreading his legs and sliding his hands out from his thighs to his knees, Mark whistled. Blushing with embarrassment, Sean sank to his knees at the end of the bed to hide. Peeking over the edge, Sean mumbled out. "How long have you been watching?" Mark sat propped against the pillows, lazily admitting with a grin. "For a bit. Who taught you those moves? Sure, wasn't me." Sean blushed a deeper red, avoiding his eyes as he admitted very softly. "Nate did. We were practicing earlier, and he thinks that I should... tweak my routine a bit. It's still similar but more-" Mark cut him off to finish for him with a smirk. "More masculine? I'm not against it... I just wish you did that for me." Sean rose, leaning on the bed as he bit his lip and admitted. "It's all for you."

Mark laid on his back better, sweetly telling him. "Yes and no. You only have the courage to do it... When you know I can't touch you. Sliding around on the ice... You let Nate touch you." Sean slowly crawled up onto the bed, moving over Mark on all fours. Mark smirked, touching Sean's chin as he added with a chuckle. "Cute. Did all the chocolate make you this sweet?" Sean glared down at Mark seriously, telling him bluntly. "Just don't laugh." Sean rose up on his knees, slowly pulling his shirt up over his stomach and chest. At his collarbone, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. Mark raised an eyebrow but didn't smile or laugh. Sean took Mark's wrists, sliding them up his legs to his hips, before rocked his hips over Mark's exposed groin. Mark inhaled deeply, arching his back as his fingers clawed at Sean's soft sweatpants. Leaning over him, Sean brought his lips close to Mark's and uttered out lustfully. "You wanna touch me?" Mark's hand ventured toward Sean's groin, while he arched up to try and claim his lips.

Sean avoided his lips, taking ahold of Mark's wrists to pin them up over his head. Despite Mark having the ability to stop him, Mark let him pin his wrists down without a fight. Staring down into his eyes, Sean warmly purred out to him. "Too bad. Touching is extra." Mark let out a deep throaty chuckle, whispering to him. "If you think a little lap dance can break me..." Sean kissed Mark as he grinded his hips over him. Prying his lips off him, Sean chuckled out. "I'm betting it will. Cause you've never gotten one from me." Sitting up, Sean used moves that he had seen Mark use. Even some new ones that he made up because they felt right. Then after slowly removing his pants, Sean kneeled over Mark's hips and giggled. Mark was hard and clawing the headboard to resist touching him. Sean moved his hips over Mark's shaft, whispering to him playfully. "I'll admit... You are good at resisting me... but how long will you last when I start dancing on your pole?" With that, Mark broke.

Sitting up to grab Sean, Mark rolled him to the bed and made love to him. By the time they finished, Mark panted over his shoulder. "You are going to slay them tomorrow..." Sean grinned, kissing Mark passionately. Until the hotel door opened. Nate stepped inside, dropping off more shopping bags as he said coolly. "I didn't know what you guys wanted, but I settled for burgers and-" Nate finally looked at them and blushed. Turning away, Nate cleared his throat and said teasingly. "You know... I stayed away for eight hours. All to avoid this moment." Mark chuckled, throwing a blanket over Sean, before slipping out of bed to grab a robe. Sean huddled beneath the blanket, saying honestly. "Sorry, Nate... It slipped my mind... We were..." Nate raised a hand, innocently saying without looking at them. "Don't apologize. I get it. I should have knocked or called... Mistakes were made. Let's just move passed this." Mark tossed Sean his pants, then told Nate with a blush of his own. "Sorry about your bed."

Nate finally turned after they dressed enough to say with a shrug. "Technically, Sean won the bed last night. So... It doesn't bother me. Now, if you guys want privacy... You'll have to give me the other room key?" Mark wrapped Nate up in a hug, playfully telling him. "No. We're good. Come on. Let's eat and talk for a while. I wanna thank you for looking out for Sean." Nate patted Mark's back, answering nicely. "You don't need to thank me." Nate moved away to set out the burgers on the table, while Sean turned on the TV quickly to break up the awkward tension. Nate pretended like he hadn't noticed anything, but Sean couldn't stop blushing. He'd never been caught before. Mark chatted with Nate about the routine changes casually. Leaving Sean to just smile and eat. When Nate finally thought about turning in, Sean openly asked him to stay. Mark was confused, until he told them both seriously. "I know it's awkward... but Quintin still isn't put away. He could still send someone. So... Just in case?"

Nate nodded, moving to the couch. Sean knew that Nate was trying to leave out of respect for them... but he had been scared to be alone last night. So, it didn't feel right to let him sleep alone tonight. It would only be for one more day and then... everything would go back to normal. They just had to survive Tony's arrogance. By the next morning, Mark declined his shower to let Nate and Sean use the hot water. After they were showered and dressed, they made their way to the rink locker room. Mark helped Sean with warm up stretches, applied his make-up, and ran him through his routine again to make sure he had it down. Then it was just a matter of waiting. Tony arrived late but was anything but worried. The kid seemed to think that people waited on him. Eventually an officer and a man from the ISU stepped into the locker room. The officer greeted them, then got to the point by saying coolly. "I just wanted to bring you up to speed. Quintin has recovered from the severity of wounds. As of two hours ago, he was arrested."

Mark put his hands on Sean's shoulders and Sean touched them with slight relief. The officer then continued on casually. "We have also been able to take Rasputin's statement. We don't know what the charges will be... but so far they are ruling their involvement as self-defense." Nate shook the officer's hand, thanking him for the info. The officer wished them luck, then left. Allowing the ISU personnel to inform them just as coolly. "We are going live in five minutes. Tony will be performing his first routine skate. Followed by Nate and then Sean. Leading back to Tony for his last routine. Any questions?" Nate and Sean shook their head, but Tony quickly piped up. "Ya! I have a concern. Why should I have to preform two routines when they only have to do one. They'll be well rested. It isn't fair!" Nate rolled his eyes, grumbling out. "You should feel lucky to be at this level at all..." Tony huffed, snapping back bitterly. "Stuff it, Cowboy! That cross-dresser didn't have the skills to be at this level! The cheating whore."

Nate lifted his skate, storming after Tony as he yelled out. "SAY THAT AGAIN, YOU LITTLE COWARDLY BITCH! I'll shove my skate so far up your ass-!" Sean rushed to grab Nate as Tony screamed like a little girl and dashed around the lockers calling for help. Sean pushed Nate against a locker, ordering him sternly. "Nate! Don't! Beat him on the ice." Nate glanced at the ISU security that was filing in to assess the yelling. With a snort, Nate told the ISU staff. "Get that limp dick out of here!" Tony pointed an accusing finger, snapping out in a whiny voice. "He threatened me! Did you hear that! He could try to stab me like his friend!" Nate lunged for the Tony, but Mark helped Sean hold him back. The ISU staff quickly escorted Tony out, then told them seriously. "If you both cannot control yourselves. You will be removed. I understand you're going through a tough time. But as adults... Show a little decorum." The second the staff member left; Nate growled out. "Asshole. I may be old but that doesn't give that fucker the right to talk to me like that!"

Sean patted Nate's arm, seriously regaling to him. "We'll show him. We'll settle this on the ice. By the end, they won't even remember he was ever here." Nate fist bumped Sean, stating out in confident agreement. "Oh, I'm up for that challenge. Let's bring the heat." Sean faced Nate, telling him calmly. "They'll give Tony a handicap for doing two routines against us. That puts him at a guarantee of fifteen points. Not counting if he lands his programs and that fucking Quadruple Axel." Nate shook his head, slipping in smugly. "He'll wait to use the quadruple. If he lands it in the last skate, it will be worth more. We can psych him out before that. Let the pressure buckle him." Mark laughed softly from a bench as he folded Sean's clothes. They both turned to look at him, asking what was so funny and he told them with a chuckle. "You should hear how vindictive you two sound. It's just figure skating. Not a mafia hit. Jesus Christ." After a minute of silence, they all laughed. To Be Continued...