save_the_souls | driftfleet ♪ IC Inbox: Year Three

... Oh! Right.

[His eyes go back to the room numbers before taking a quick glance at the key. Almost did it again: flirting with Allen so much that he kind of forgets what he's doing.]

4038. So, let's see... 34, 36, 38! There we go!

[He stops at the door, then gives Allen a grin as he unlocks it.]

Ready to see which room we got?

[He stands next to Clay as he unlocks it, feeling a bit of excitement at wondering what the surprise room will be. ]

I sure am.

[Once the door is open and they step inside, the theme is very clear: racing. The floor and walls are painted like a race track, and there's vehicle memorabilia all over the place. The table is made out of tires, the titles in the bathroom look like a checkered race flag- there's even a race car bed. The place is pretty spacious too, built with all the amenities standard with a hotel suite]

[Allen stares for a moment, laughing a little as he speaks] Oh my God.

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[And Clay... also stares for a moment, hand still on the door as he takes in the sight of... everything. It's... It's racing, all right.

He laughs a little at first, and then it turns into his loud, belly-deep laughter, and he ends up bent over with his free hand on his knee. Of all the themes they got for their room, it had to be racing!]

Oh my god, it's -

[Yeah, no, he can't say another word. His laughter's reached that point where words can't even be formed anymore.]

[Clay's laughter only eggs on Allen's laughter. The whole theme was just so random and so ridiculous, it had to be laughed at. He steps into the room and turns in a full circle to take it all in, stopping when he faces Clay again, still snickering]

Ha, I guess....

Vroom vroom?

[And he had just calmed down to more of a snicker when Allen says that. That just gets him laughing again, setting the bag down as he steps into the room, his hand covering his mouth as he takes in everything. It really is ridiculous, and Clay isn't sure if this is the best or the worst thing ever. A little bit of both, really.

Still laughing, though quieter now, he goes to Allen and wraps his arms around him, playfully leaning forward so that Allen has to bend his back a bit, while he brushes their noses together.]

Mmm, turn on the key and start my engine, Allen Wal - [And nope. He just dissolves into giggles again.]

[Allen really does love the sound of Clay's loud laughter, the expression his face makes when he loses the ability to control it. He's definitely laughing some as well as he bends back to move with Clay's movements.]

Oh, fasten your seat belt, alright. [He grabs hold to Clay's sides and lifts him up, twirling him around] We're going for a ride!

[Clay's usually the one who does this to Allen, so it's always a bit of a surprise when the reverse happens. He lets out an "Ah!" as a result, though he still ends up tilting his head back to laugh, his hands holding Allen's shoulders while he bends his knees to make the movement easier.

Once Allen's twirling slows down enough, Clay settles his arms around his neck, a big grin on his face as he looks down at him.]

How many laps was that? Three? Four?

[He'll grin up at him, still holding him up a little since you know, it's pretty easy when you have super strength]

Um- I think three? Maybe. I didn't keep count!

[And Clay doesn't mind one bit, letting his fingers lace together behind Allen's head while he holds himself up, even though he doesn't really have to. Boyfriend be strong.]

Does that mean I crossed the finish line? What's my prize?

[Um- good question. he's sorta making this up as he goes anyway]

Well that depends, what would you like for your prize?

Hmm, I'm thinking...

[He moves his fingers a bit, caressing the base of Allen's head] Someone strong and very handsome, with the light of the stars in his hair and a smile that lights up the whole room. If I could spend the night with a guy like that, that'd be more than enough for me.

Really....

[He grins a little]

Well, I think I could make a few calls and get that for you.

You're the best.

[With that said, he leans down to kiss Allen on the lips, eyes shutting while he relaxes into his hold. Allen is much, much more than a simple prize, and he wants nothing more than to be with him. Even in this stupid, wonderful room.]

[He'll return that kiss, making a content sigh through his nose as he does so. These times were his favorite time in the fleet. When it was just him and Clay, alone and far away from the ships and any sort of duties. He wouldn't trade this for the world.

Eventually the kiss ends. He lowers Clay back down to the ground, and takes a moment to pull off his gloves]

But seriously, this room is ridiculous.

[Once Clay's on his feet again, he takes off his jacket and looks all around the room as he moves to put it on the coat hanger]

Right? Like out of everything we could get, everything we talked about, we got racing?

[With the jacket hung up, Clay moves to the bed instead, where he'll flop on his back and look up at the ceiling]

When they said it'd be a random room, I didn't think it'd be this much.

[Allen places his gloves on a table (that's shaped like a tire pile, of course), and shrugs off his own jacket to put on the coat hanger]

Well the themes are supposed to be one of the highlights of the resort! I suppose they would go all out.

[He walks over to sit on the edge of the bed]

We should probably be glad we got a theme with a bed. While I was waiting in the lobby, I overheard one customer complaining that their room was nothing but a ballpit.

Oh my god. [He eases himself up to his elbows as he looks at Allen with a raised brow and a big smile] Really? A ball pit? Like, the whole thing?

That's what it sounded like! They stepped in and fell face first into a ball pit.

[Clay tips his head back to laugh at the ridiculousness of that] Wow! Then we got the luck of the draw, I guess!

[He relaxes until he's on his back again, arms spreading to feel the sheets] And they're nice beds, too. Every hotel we go to has nice beds, how come we can't get that kind of quality on our ships?

[Remember that one time he was contemplating stealing a bed the first time they went to a hotel together, he might be thinking about it again. Maybe not this bed specifically, but.]

[Allen starts kicking off his boots] Probably because Atroma is cheap and cut corners. Like with the proteins.

[With his boots off, he'll scoot back onto the bed until he's by Clay, lying down on his side next to his boyfriend, his arm propping up his head so he can look at him]

But at least us not having a nice bed gives us a good incentive to go to a hotel. I do love these little getaways of ours.

[Clay kicks off his own shoes as well, not really caring where they land. Once Allen's by his side, Clay looks up at him, his grin turning into a softer smile. It really doesn't matter where they are or how ridiculous their surrounding are; as long as he's with Allen, he feels right at home.]

Yeah... I do too. I like getting away for a while, leave all the stress behind for a little while. [He moves one arm so that he can caress Allen's cheek and push a lock of hair behind his ear] I like being alone with you.

[He still has his own smile on, an expression full of love and affection. He loved being here with Clay, just being at his side was enough to make him feel happy]

Me too. Just the two of us. No distractions, no interruptions.

Well, except for maybe room service later. [His smile turns a bit more into a sly grin] We can order that, right?

Mm, I don't see why not. [He raises an eyebrow, giving a sly smile of his own] As long as you're the one who dresses up to answer the door.

[He gives a playful groan] Ahhh, there's the catch.

Fine, fine. Just try not to panic and cover your entire head with the blanket.

Well. How can I look at you if I have a blanket over my head?

[His expression is playful, and he lets his fingers move from Allen's cheek and ear to his jawline, idly tracing along it]

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