The door was locked. That was as odd as it was concerning. “Why would you think I did this?” He paused, the only sound being the anxious rattling and sounds of exasperation from his boyfriend. “Alright, I would do something like this but I swear it’s not me.”
It was obvious now that this wasn’t Armitage’s secret plan to bone him in the utility closet. Shame. Though the closet was tiny. He could barely move without jamming some part of him into Armitage’s squishy body. “I’d fuck you in this stupid closet. Alright, alright, let me take a look at-“ just as he tried to wriggle an arm over to the door to see what was sticking it closed, one final twist and Armitage was falling through the doorframe.
In the time it took for Ben to lift his eyes from his boyfriend’s backside to the hall, he went from teasing to protective. The glimpse he caught of the shadowy shape in the hall sent his heart dropping to the floor. Just as Armitage turned and rushed into the closet with him, Ben was clawing at his shoulder to pull him back. The door was slammed shut but Ben kept his hand on the doorknob, tight as a vice.
For a moment, he said nothing. He could hear his lover’s heart thumping like mad in his chest, his own mingling with it like a pair of battered drums. A fist was woven tightly into the back of Armitage’s shirt, keeping him secure in case whatever was on the other side of that door decided to try anything. “What did you see?” Maybe it had been a trick of the hotel ....