CHAPTER 13

Hotel Room Truths

Damian’s POV

The streets were almost empty as I walked.

The street lights flickered above. The wind smelled like cold air, gravel, and faint exhaust. The city was quiet, so quiet that it felt like everyone was asleep. I hid my hands in the pockets of my coat and kept my head down. As if the night might swallow me whole if I don't walk quietly.

The truth is I really didn't want to be seen. By the world.

Eliot's message kept going through my mind: "Room 803. I'm not going to lock the door.”

Before I moved, I read it three times.

I myself didn't know what I was doing. I didn’t try to name it. I just walked toward something that felt like an escape… or maybe something that felt like home.

The hotel was familiar.

Discreet and clean. It looked like it didn't want to be seen because it was tucked between glass buildings and parking garages.

The lobby was almost empty. There is a woman working at the front desk. A tired man lying down on a chair. As I walked by them, I gave both of them a nod. My steps were soft on the marble.

The elevator was cold and shiny.

I looked at my reflection in the brushed metal walls as I rode it up. My tie was a little wonky. My eyes looked too wide. I didn’t look like the person my father wanted me to be.

I didn't care this time.

At the end of the hallway was Room 803.

Under the soft yellow lights, the numbers shone like gold. I stood still and looked at the door for a long time. The silence was heavy on me. Then I grabbed the handle.

It opened without any trouble, revealing a dim room.

Eliot was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap and one ankle crossed over his knee. The curtains were closed, and the lamp next to the bed gave the wall a soft amber glow. His coat was thrown on top of a chair. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows.

When I walked in, he looked up.

“You are here,” he said in a soft voice.

"Of course, I couldn't wait any longer.”

He nodded, then looked away.

The silence was not strong.

So silent that it can't be easily broken.

So I didn't say anything.

After taking off my coat, I sat down across from him in the chair, my knees brushing his. It got quieter, but not in a bad way.

It felt….real

He poured water into two glasses from the room’s carafe.

Even though his hands were steady, his shoulders were tense as he offered me one. I took the glass and held it with both hands, but I didn't drink.

"Why this place?" I asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Because this is a safe place. No one watches here,” he said. “No dramas. No family. No expectations.”

He glanced at me. “Just us.”

I wanted to say something poetic. Something reassuring and nice.

But all I could say was, “I needed to see you.”

Eliot took a deep breath. “I needed to see you too.”

He stood up and walked over to the window. Behind the glass, the city lights sparkled like faraway stars. His shoulders were squared off but slightly hunched, making his silhouette sharp against it. I wondered if he was bracing himself for something.

Or maybe I was the one who was supposed to.

“You looked at me differently at dinner,” I said. “You didn’t bother to hide it.”

He turned around and looked at me. “Because I didn’t want to hide it anymore.”

"That was dangerous. You know the kind of situation I am,” I said my voice barely audible above a whisper.

“So wanting something real is dangerous?” He remarked, his gaze fixed on me.

I took a deep breath. "So you still want this? Us?”

He didn't move his eyes. "More than I’ve ever wanted.”

I stood up slowly and stepped toward him.

He didn't reach out to touch me yet. He did nothing but watched me as I moved.

I stopped in front of him and touched the edge of his sleeve.

“I’m scared,” I said, my eyes filled with unspoken emotions.

“I know,” he replied. I could see the hesitation in his face. Like he was trying to hold himself back.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted. “This is wrong but–”

“That’s okay,” he whispered, cutting me off. “You’re here and that's what matters.”

Then he touched me.

Not like before. It wasn't like a fire or hunger. It was something softer—like light creeping in through a half-closed curtain.

He put his hand over my jaw and ran his thumb along the curve of my cheek.

"I've been dying to kiss you all day," he said, his voice shaking slightly.

"Then do it,” I said, moving closer to close up the space between us.

And he did.

It was a slow kiss at first.

Our lips met softly, once, and then again. I opened my mouth slightly and allowed his tongue to play in my mouth while he also did the same.

God, I felt alive.

His hands went through my hair as the kiss deepened. While mine curled their way into the fabric of his shirt.

Our bodies leaned against each other easily, as if we had been waiting to fall into each other. In Fact I had been waiting for this.

The kiss made me feel everything. Fear. Relief. Want and love. but I wasn't brave enough to name it yet.

He led us backwards to the bed without breaking the kiss as we both moaned into each other's mouth.

We moved slowly. Our shirts falling off the shoulders as he ran his hands along the lines of my back. I ran my fingers down his chest from the edge of his neck.

Without wasting time, we took off our clothes slowly.

Like this wasn’t just about sex—but about every wall we’d been forced to build… finally coming down.

He gave me a kiss on the shoulder. My neck. My temple. I could feel my cock bulging under while his tingled between my legs

Every inch of me felt seen, not just touched as his hand worked like magic on my skin.

As we laid back on the sheets, we didn't say much. But only breathed. Moaned and allowed the pleasure to overwhelm us. It looks like we were made for this.

Our bodies got close. His leg in the middle of mine as I put my hand on his hip. His mouth found its way to my stomach and down to my balls. A soft moan escaped my mouth as I dug my hands into his hair.

Eliot raised me up slowly, and turned my back against him as he placed a pillow under me for support before thrusting slowly into my anus.

I let out a soft moan, grabbing the silk sheet as pain and pleasure rushed over me at once. Our moves were slow and synced, charged with emotion but grounded in trust.

The world seems to fade away with its troubles, leaving us as our moans fill the dim room as he thrusted slowly, sometimes faster into me.

When we both reached the climax, the bed vibrated violently and the smell of the ejaculation filled the room.

We stayed entangled in silence as we both breath in unison, our breath ragged. None of us say a word, we just lay there.

His chest rose up and beneath my cheek. He stroked my back gently, leaving behind lines that I couldn't see. The warmth between us made the room feel like it existed outside time.

I felt safe. Wanted. And for the first time in a long time… I didn’t feel alone.

"I wish it could stay this way,” I said in a low voice, finally breaking the silence.

But he didn't answer. Instead, he simply nodded

I must’ve fallen asleep like that, wrapped in him, my breath against his collarbone.

But something changed during the night.

It got so cold that I had to wake up. But there was no one on the bed next to me.

I sat up quickly, heart thudding. He wasn't here, but the sheets were still warm. His clothes and phone were missing from the chair.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and reached for mine.

The screen flashed up with a message.

Unknown number:

“Did you think I wouldn’t follow? Your time is ticking.”