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The door to the hotel room slams open as a tall blonde fitted in a light button up and the shortest shorts strolls in, followed shortly by a significantly shorter angry Italian in a wifebeater and shorts, massive chain dangling from around his throat.
“The fuck you mean you only got one Coachella ticket?? You the one who flew me here in goddamn first place!” Exclaimed the man, pressing his finger into the blonde one’s chest as he tossed his duffle bag onto the floor.
The blonde backs away, carrying himself with a certain arrogant poise. “I mean I got another. I just wanna see you hop the fence first. Gotta entertain myself somehow, Pete.” He smirked, turning his face away from Pete as he set down his multiple suitcases. “Besides, you’re the one who chose to come along. I booked this shit ages ago and you wanna change plans on me now? Hell no.”
The blonde sets his largest suitcase on the singular bed, and begins unpacking his sleepwear as Pete clenches his fists.
“Are you so for real?” Pete snaps, grabbing a handful of the blonde’s shirt. “You fucker… you invite me to this shit and you don’t give me nothing? What the hell is this all about Jerry… pissing me off.” As he pulls Jerry to his level, he notices the distinct lack of a second bed in the extremely well adorned suite Jerry had booked. His eyes slide back to Jerry, unibrow tilting. “… why the fuck is there only one bed?”
Jerry shrugs innocently, a devious smirk stuck on his face as he wiggles out of his button-on off and leaves it hanging in Pete’s fist as he begins gathering his silk robe and towel.
“Like I said, plans for one~” Jerry hums, as he slips into the bathroom for a shower.
Flabbergasted, Pete doesn’t react until he hears the sound of the water running and music through the door. Snapping out of his trance, he lets the shirt drop to the ground and purposely stomps on it as he beelines to the bathroom door.
“Get. Back. Here. NOW.” Pete bangs out on the bathroom door, gritting out each word between his teeth.
“I can’t hear you~” is his response.
Pete felt that in that moment, he could have seriously killed the blonde fucker. Sighing, Pete leans his head against the bathroom door, resigned to his fate. As he turns to survey his surroundings, he realizes that his fate really could’ve been much worse. Jerry always spent money to achieve the peak of luxury, and it seems this hotel room was no exception. While there was only one bed, it’s a king sized one, taking up a significant portion of the room. A massive TV is mounted right across, and it’s clear that the amenities are expensive. The room is much bigger than a typical hotel room, and based of Pete’s surveying on Google Maps, the location is only a couple minutes walk from the Coachella venue.
The venue he’d have to break into for Jerry’s sick idea of entertainment. Groaning, Pete considered for a moment chugging all the drinks in the room to drive up costs, but it probably would have barely affected Jerry on his daddy’s credit card.
Pete hears the sound of some trashy anime opening playing through the bathroom door, joined by Jerry’s somewhat out of tune humming, and he decides that he’s resigned himself to this situation. He might as well get unpacked first while Jerry does who knows what in the restroom.
Pete finds his duffle bag on the ground in the corner where he tossed it, and rummages around to find the old pair of boxers he wears to sleep. It’s not like he needs much else to snooze, and he doesn’t see the point in spending a ton of money to sleep in something fancy like that blonde prick he’s been forced to share a room with.
Pete changes in the main room, as there’s no one else that would be entering anyways. I wonder if Jerry’s gonna give me the room card. Pete thinks to himself as he grabs his toothpaste and toothbrush and searches for a sink.
He hadn’t packed anything for a shower as he had only thrown together his duffle the day before his flight. Pete and Jerry had been just joking around on Discord when Jerry had suddenly asked him if he wanted to go to Coachella. Being the absolute idiot he was, Pete had jokingly agreed, teasing that it would be hilarious to mess with the other esteemed and fanatic guests at this popular music show. Next thing he knew he was being sent a plane ticket and a Coachella setlist and off he was to the California desert.
In truth, Pete had only met Jerry a couple times in person before this, as Jerry would frequently offer to ship him over to California. However, even a grocery shop cashier has priorities, so Pete would rarely drop everything to go visit his friend. They called often though, nearly every night for Jerry to complain about the idiots and nerds of college and for Pete to complain about whatever crazy shit was going down in his own life. Despite this, their relationship had gone a bit… further than friends.
Pete grumbled, rubbing his ear and shuddering at the memory of their first night together. All casual of course, neither of them would be caught dead in a serious relationship, much less with each other.
Pete’s search for a sink was unsuccessful as he realized the only sink that would be available to him would be the one in the bathroom occupied by that blue-eyed freak.
Knocking on the door, Pete calls out to Jerry, hoping he wasn’t too caught up in whatever shit he was listening to and actually could hear him. “Yo Jer imma come in to brush my teeth real quick okay? Not gonna take a shower or nothing just gonna use the sink.”
Without waiting for an answer he pushed the door open, eyes trained on the ground.
“Yeah that’s fine,” Replied Jerry. “You cooled down from your lil’ outburst?” He teased from the shower.
Pete glared at the tile, not gracing Jerry’s taunting question with a response, running his toothbrush under the tap before squeezing out some toothpaste. He could hear the pitter patter of the shower water hitting Jerry’s body and pointedly ignored it. His naked body. His mind helpfully supplied. Not that he cared much about Jerry’s body in specific, but his own reacted to really any sort of sexual stimulus.
“Awww no answer? You embarrassed?” Cooed Jerry from the shower, tapping on the shower glass. Jerry notices that Pete seemed to have his eyes firmly trained on the mirror in front of him, and takes the opportunity to mess with him more.
“Are you that determined to not see me naked? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.” Smirked Jerry, hoping to get a rise out of the smaller man.
Pete spits hard into the sink, thick brows pushing together as he grits his teeth. “You want me to go in there and strip you of your skin too?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” dismissed Jerry, waving away Pete’s clear annoyance. “I’m just messing with you man. This glass is frosted anyways, so it doesn’t even matter if you did look.”
Pete raised his eyebrows and decided to peak over, and indeed, all he could make out was just a blob of pale flesh. He let go of tension he didn’t know he was holding, and proceeded to continue to brush his teeth. “Why’d you even invite me to this shit anyways?” Pete asked around the toothbrush in his mouth.
“Eh, I’m just getting bored of it man. It’s go in, hook up, party party and the day is done yknow? Wanna spice it up or smth man.” Jerry replies flippantly, turning off the shower.
“And I’m the spice?” Pete raised his eyebrow at the thought.
“I dunno, are you?” Baited Jerry once again. It was too easy to get a rise out of Pete, but Jerry still found it endlessly fun.
Pete felt his eye twitch as he spat in the sink again. “Okay bro.”
Jerry chuckled and stepped out of the shower, dripping all over the bath mat as he reached for his towel in full view of the mirror and Pete’s unprepared eyes.
“AWGH cover that shit UP!” Pete yelped, acting as if he just got his eyes burned, covering his face with his hands, half dramatically, half seriously. Seeing Jerry’s dick in full bright bathroom light is far from the dark rooms and the simple texture, and honestly Pete didn’t need to see all that.
“Draaama queen…” Jerry sighed, making no effort to cover himself up as he dried himself off. “You probs go commando when you sleep man, why do you caaare.”
“They’re my boxers bitch.” Snapped back Pete, finding himself irritated with Jerry’s complete and utter lack of urgency to cover himself up.
“Oh, so worse than commando.”
“Well, normally I sleep in the nude, so fuck off. Be glad my penis ain’t just hanging out in the shared bed.” Bit back Pete before gurgling with water. He noticed Jerry’s goddamn smirk making it’s way back onto his face and braced himself for whatever stupid shit he planned to say next.
“Why, am I preventing you from doing that? Feel free to let it all hang man, not like you haven’t done that before~” taunted Jerry.
“You piss me off.”
Pete stormed back to the bed, hitting the lights before throwing himself on the mattress, too irritated to deal with Jerry anymore. And if he was slightly horny too, he wasn’t about to tell anyone.