Smirking, I walked out of Chad’s house, lugging my bags behind me. Eric was there, waving to me from the driver’s seat of his SSC Aero TT—way cooler than the dinky Porsche beside it.
"I hope you two have a good time with each other!" Chad yelled from his bedroom.
"Don't worry, we will!" I hollered back as I threw my bags in the trunk. "Have a nice time with your friend Ryan!" I added as I got in the passenger seat. The interior was tan leather—very nice.
I closed the door and smiled over at the driver, “Let’s go,”
“To where?”
“Anywhere,” I winked at him. "Just as long as Chad thinks we're still doing it,"
The car peeled out of the driveway and within a few moments was purring at 30 mph. Then when it was on the freeway, it hummed its way up to 60. Truly a beautiful ride.
We stopped about 15 minutes later in downtown Seattle—in a hotel entranceway.
I frowned. I had been expecting an apartment building or a house—not a hotel. Had Eric brought me here for something special?
“Eric?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you later,” he promised.
Eric tossed the keys to the car valet and we made our way to the front desk.
“Hi, can I help you?” the woman asked specifically to Eric.
“Winter, Eric,” was his reply. “I’m taking my friend on a little trip here,”
“And you have a…” the receptionist paused, glancing suspiciously at me before continuing, “…a Deluxe Single suite?”
“Sounds about right,”
“All right,” the woman nodded. “Here are your keys. Your luggage will be delivered immediately,”
We headed for the elevator and when the doors had closed, I burst with laughter, “Did you see the look on her face?”
My chuckles only faded when I was in the hotel room. 860 square feet of luxury—oriental carpets, gorgeous furniture, marble all over in the bathroom.
“You like it?” Eric called to me from the bedroom.
“It’s perfect…” I replied. “But what’s up?” I murmured to myself.
Eric appeared at the doorway, “Well...um--it kind of--it turns out that I’m gay myself, like Steven and Chad.”
I gawked at him, both at his words and at the blunt delivery. But I recovered enough to say, “A-and?”
“And I like you,” he continued. He closed the distance between us and lowered his head.
“Oh, no…” I turned my head sideways to avoid his kiss.
“What?”
“If you have a bet on me…forget it. Just because we were in bed together for one hour doesn't mean I have to be your partner,”
“You don’t,” Eric sounded shocked. “I would never be like that,”
Well, how could I doubt him when he sounded like that? I tilted up my chin and warily accepted his kiss. It was gentle, sweet—not like the passionate kisses Chad and I had shared.
Just as I was about to slip my arms around his neck, Eric ended the kiss and we both stared at each other.
“I see,” I broke the silence, a smile creeping on my face. “Well…I guess the only thing left to do is to put the No Disturb sign on the door,”
Eric’s grin was mischievous, his green eyes glittering, “And then?”
“Enjoy ourselves,” I smiled. “For the rest of the week…and maybe the rest of the summer.”
With that said, I reached out and began to unbutton his shirt.
(Author's Note: Well, well! This story is finally done! 
I just finished my first story! 
*freaks out with happiness*
