Re: Rorie/Garret/Mal
Garret was sort of paying attention. He started paying more attention at the nip to his ear, that warm, hot tongue tracing over his skin and making him shudder and moan softly, squeezing Rorie's hand. But from that moment, he watched closely to where they were, where they were going. He even kept himself well behaved while they walked through the hotel, drawing Rorie close to his side and releasing his grip on Mal, doing his best to keep the drunken Irishman's hands to himself. This was a really upscale place, and while Garret didn't give half a damn what they thought of his trio, he didn't want to garner unnecessary attention. No sense having security or room service checking in on them.
The closer they got to the room, the harder Garret's heart pounded, the more foggy and clouded his mind got. He was starting to feel the alcohol now, making him dizzy and loose and warm. Or maybe it was just Mal's body, close enough to touch, so perfect and beautiful. Or maybe it was knowing Rorie was right behind him, eager and willing and so unexpected but everything he wanted in a lover.
The moment Mal opened the door Garret was pulling Rorie inside, scooping him up and bringing him to the enormous bed, tossing him playfully onto it. "Strip," he grinned, turning to face Mal before adding over his shoulder "Slowly." He wanted to watch Rorie undress, see that crisp, clean clothing fall gracefully off his lithe body, watch more and more skin become exposed. But first he had to know something. Taking Mal into his arms, he kissed him slowly, running his hands down his sides. "Why'd you get a room?" he asked with a grin. Maybe Mal had planned something like this all along, sneaky little pup.