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Sasuke was tired. An international work trip during Covid-19 pandemic was just his luck. His flight had been only 6 six hours but with all the safety precautions it had taken him all day to finally reach his destination.
Okay, well that was an over statement. It would take Sasuke two more weeks to reach his destination. Right now, he was in a quarantine hotel like all the other foreigners who had entered the country and placed in the quarantine hotel for two weeks each. The hotel didn’t have enough rooms for all the foreigners traveling alone so Sasuke had been told he’d have to share his room with someone from the same country as he.
So not only was he tired, he was pissed. It pissed him off that he would have to waste away in a hotel room for two whole weeks, that the pandemic had lasted as long as it had, that he was tired and hangry, and that he couldn’t even go to his room and mope alone. He would have to share. He had been told that his roommate had arrived on the earlier flight.
Dragging his luggage along the corridor Sasuke found the door with number to match his key. Preparing himself mentally for the social interaction, he turned the key on the lock and pushed the door open. No amount of mental preparation could have saved him from the sight that met his eyes.
For someone so gorgeous, Sasuke’s roommate (he assumed), he sure was messy. Didn’t his flight arrive just two hours prior Sasuke’s? There were clothes thrown all over the furnite, towels on the floor, take out packages here and there and if there had been covers on the bed, well, Sasuke didn’t know where they had disappeared.
Sasuke stood frozen in the doorway.
“Oh, the room service, right? Finally! You can start anywhere you like!” The man yelled from the uncovered bed where he was munching chips in just his boxers.
This was going to be the longest 14 days of Sasuke’s life.
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Sasuke pulled his luggage inside and closed the door behind him. He eyed the room and spotted the phone. He walked to it, took up the handle and pressed the key for reception. “Hello, my room needs a cleaning and new set of sheets. Room number 347. Is the lobby’s bar open? Great, thank you. And can you hurry with the cleaning? Thanks, bye.” He hung up the phone and left the room without saying a word to his roommate.
Finding a seat at the lobby bar was easy. If only getting rid of his roommate was too. It seemed the slob had followed him. Sitting opposite from him was now a still gorgeous, blond, tanned panting man. He had even found some clothes to put on.
“Jeez, I asked you to wait!” He puffed and signed for a waiter to bring him a drink. Sasuke didn’t answer him.
“I even called after you, didn’t you hear me?” Sasuke saw the man had tattoos not only on his arms but his cheeks too.
“Hmm.” He took a sip from his drink.
“Yeah, I knew it. You heard me. Why did you run off like that? I didn’t even get to introduce myself!” The man in front of Sasuke thanked the waiter and turned back to Sasuke. “If this is about the room, let me explain.”
Sasuke offered him a glare.
“Right. You see, when I arrived, they said that’s the only room available. But the last people who were there had just left, and the room service hadn’t had a chance to go there yet. I was exhausted and just wanted to lay down. I took a dump, then took off the old sheets and relaxed. Then soon you showed up and I mistook you for the room service. That’s all, I swear. It’s not my mess.”
Sasuke listened to the man’s story seemingly uninterested. The man sure had made the worst impression of the century. Only reason why Sasuke was still listening to the man was the fact that he would be stuck in that room with this idiot for 14 days and his mind had started to look for clues if the man was straight or not. Slob or not, he was hot and two weeks would go by quicker if Sasuke could fuck someone during that time. And of my, would this blond be a great candidate. Judging by his looks, not by how he kept his room. No matter how he claimed the mess to not be his fault.
“And my name’s Naruto by the way.”
And his name was Naruto. Sasuke could chant that in bed, sure. It’d work.
“If we could just take a do-over, you know? Nice to meet you, I’m your roommate.” Naruto offered Sasuke his elbow instead of a handshake. Sasuke gave him a calculating look. Maybe it was the beer he just finished or his dick hoping to get this guy in his bed, but he met Naruto’s elbow with his own. “Sasuke.”