Chapter 1

I roll onto my side, looking at Robert sleeping next to me, I'm so lucky he loves me so much, I really am. Although, I can get quite sore from how much he physically loves me.
I sigh, I feel really extremely happy lying here with him, all warm and cuddled together so close I can hear his heart and his breathing.
Tonight was very different, more tender, usually it's off with the rags and down on the floor. Tonight, he... hell it sounds cheesy but it felt like making real love. It was certainly memorable.
I shift closer to Robert, pressing my forehead to his chest, he's fast asleep. His heart's still beating so fast, and he thought he was in control.
I lay my hand on his side, slipping it over to his back and stroking softly. He makes a small sigh of pleasure and his limp arms hug me close.
So happy.

I wake up alone, the room's bright, Robert's probably already awake and opened the curtains. It looks a nice day out, a light breeze, nice blue sky, and a few white clouds around. I sit up and stretch, I could do with a few more hours sleep. I rub my eyes as I yawn.
"Morning, love."
I smile before I have my eyes open. Robert, in nothing but jeans, lovely. "Morning."
"Sleep well?"
I sigh and lie back down. "Could do it again it was such a great sleep."
He laughs lightly and joins me on the bed, just lying on the covers by my side.
"Did you dream?"
I look at him. "Not this time. You?"
He smiles. "I was too tired out to dream."
I smile wide, he laughs and kisses me softly. "You sleep again then, I'll get breakfast."
"You're not going to stay here with me?"
"I'm not tired."
"Please?"
"Oh all right." I cuddle him, pressing my head to his chest again. He moves his hand under my head and strokes my hair. I sigh, I wish we could stay like this forever.

~~~

Simon let himself drop to the sofa tiredly, he sighed softly. Robert entered the room, smiling at Simon and deciding to stay quiet, he sat on a small chair by the door, watching over Simon as he slowly fell asleep. The door opened and voices entered the room, Robert jumped up.
"Shh." he smiled at the confused faces and turns, allowing view of Simon sleeping.
They filtered into the room quietly, carefully retrieving themselves drinks before sitting down, talking in whispers.
Porl had stopped and stood by Simon, watching him with a smile. "Isn't he cute?"
"Leave him."
He smiled wider and sat himself down next to Simon, lightly laying his arms around his shoulders and lap.
"Just want to hug him right to death."
"Oh, Porl, leave him."
Porl shook his head and then rested it against Simon's, closing his eyes lightly. "I'll sleep too."
Robert picked up a pack of cards. "Fancy a game, Roger?"
"Alright."
"Boris?"
Robert shuffled the cards, Boris nodded and sat down at the sofa, leaning to reach the dealt cards on the coffee table. "What're we playing?" He asked, looking at his cards.
"Hmm...." Robert looked at his own cards, smiled and looked up at Boris. "Rummy?"
"You decide after you've dealt, and you've probably got enough cards to win the game in two turns." Roger said.
Robert smiled cheekily. "Of course not, you make me sound like a dirty cheat, Roger."
"That's because you are."
Robert looked shocked. "Mean."
Porl sat up. "I'm bored of sleeping, let's play poker."
"Poker?"
"Yea." Porl said, Robert collected the cards in, shuffled them and dealt them out.
"Are we..." Boris said, pausing to count his cards. "Are we betting gentlemen?"
"I shouldn't think so, I don't have any money."
Porl couldn't stop a grin.
"How about dares?"
"You can't bet dares." Robert said.
"You can!"
"What're you grinning about?" Roger asked Porl, looking suspicious.
Porl's grin widened, making him look a lot like a Cheshire cat. "I just thought something."
"What?" Robert asked.
"Well, we could play strip poker, wouldn't need any money..."
"Porl. Strip poker's more fun when women are involved." Roger said.
"You're feminine enough Roger." Boris laughed. "I'm sure after a few drinks, we'd not be able to tell the difference."
"Fuck off."
"Ooh, now, now madam. That's no language for a lady."
Porl slapped Boris' arm lightly. "Don't be horrible. Roger looks nice."
"Oh, Roger, I think someone has the hots for you." Robert joked, hiding his grin behind his beer bottle.
Simon grumbled and opened his eyes, looking at the other four faces around him.
"He lives!" Porl said. "Drink?"
"Yes."
"Are you ok?" Robert asked him as he sat up.
"Suppose."
"Want to join us?" Boris asked.
"What?"
"Cards."
"Sure."
Robert dealt a hand of cards to Simon.
"There see, Roger, now you're not the only lady-man here." Porl said with a smile.
"You can talk."
"Aww, Roger, don't be moody, we're only playing." Boris said.
"Are we playing this damn game or not?"
"Anxious to get out of them are we?" Boris said, placing his hand on Roger's thigh. "I can't wait to see that."
Roger's face turned red. He pushed Boris' hand away sharply, tilting his head down to look at his cards and block out the laughter.
"What are we playing?" Simon asked.
"Strip poker." Robert said, looking dubiously at his cards.
Simon laughed lightly. "Well, I would decline, but I have my cards now."
"Why would you decline?"
"Because I'm fat."
Porl nudged him with his shoulder. "Don't be silly."
"I am. I feel fat today. I think I'm putting on weight."
"Well, when you have a fat face, we'll not play strip poker anymore, ok?" Robert said.
"Alright, sounds fair."

~A few rounds later~

"You're all cheating." Roger said sourly.
The game had moved to the floor, the table now littered and covered with empty beer cans.
"I hate you all."
Roger, now sitting in nothing but his underwear, looked at his cards with determination while the red flush through his face simply grew and grew with each person's turn.
"No you don't." Robert said, sorting his hand and laying down a card.
Robert himself had only his shirt left, he felt lucky it was one that covered halfway down his thighs. But like Boris in his jeans, Porl only sock less and Simon in his white shirt and boxers, he was just the right type of drunk so that he couldn't really care if he was half naked.
"You're all cheating so that I lose."
"How is that possible?" Boris asked, smiling. "I mean, why would we do that?" He picked up a can of beer, a card held between his hand and the can. "Porl, would you like a drink?"
"Yes please." Boris handed the can to Porl. Simon frowned as he watched the card pass hands with the can. "Thanks."
"You dirty cheats!" he shouted. "They're cheating, Robert!"
Robert burst into laughter.
"I knew they were!" Roger said. "I knew it."
"You two just realised?!" Robert shrieked through his laughter. "They've been at it since we started!"
"You knew?" Simon asked.
"Yes."
Simon shrugged and picked up his cards he smiled. "I call."
"You cheating bastards!" Roger had put his cards down. "I can't believe you knew they were cheating the whole time!"
"HA! Roger folds! He loses!" He said triumphantly, pointing at Roger's face-down cards.
"No! I never said that!" He picked them up quickly and stuck his tongue out at Boris.
"I call!" Simon said impatiently.
"Alright Si, what cards d'you have?"
Simon smiled and laid his cards down. "A royal flush." he said proudly. "Beat that."
They laid their cards down.
"Roger, come on, you lose."
"Hey, no fair! We all lost!"
Simon grinned widely. "I didn't, so come on, all of you!"
Porl frowned. "I think at some point we've lost the gist of this game." he said looking at Robert's cards. "Robert... what's with your cards?"
"I decided to play rummy."
The sentence bought all five of them into hysterical laughter.

Simon stopped laughing, holding his stomach. "I... I feel sick."
"Do you want to sleep?"
"No. I feel like I'm going to be sick."
"Here." Robert said calmly, standing up and helping Simon to his feet. "I'll take you to bed."
"I'm not tired."
"I know but there's an en-suit bathroom, so if you are going to be sick, you can go into the bathroom."
"Oh right."
"Night guys."
"Night Rob."
"Night Simon."
"You'll feel better in the morning."
"I hope so."

Robert helped Simon through the corridors to the two single-bed room they were given at this hotel. Simon holding his stomach carefully as he stumbled through the door and onto the small bed.
"Robin."
"Yea?" Robert turned from the light-switch, watching Simon lie in concentrated stillness.
"Can you get me a glass of water please?"
"Ok."
He stroked his fingers lightly over Simon's bare feet as he walked past the bed to the bathroom, picking up a glass and filling it with water. He returned into the room, Simon now had a hand laid softly on his stomach.
Robert sat next to him on the bed. "Are you ok?"
Simon sat up, taking the glass of water and drinking it cautiously. "I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yea."
He put the glass on the bedside table, Robert standing up and sitting on the other bed. Simon tried to lay back down, a sharp shooting pain zipping through his chest. "Ow."
"What?"
"Pain..." Simon laid his hand on his chest, rubbing at the pained area carefully.
Robert sat back at Simon's bed. "Let me see." he said caringly, reaching forward and undoing the buttons on Simon's shirt.
"No." Simon pushed Robert's hands away.
"Come on." He said, undoing the top few buttons. "I just want to make sure you're ok."
"You want to get me out of my... shirt."
"What?" Robert paused. "Well, if it bothers you that much, I'll only undo enough to see your chest yes?"
Simon smiled. "Just wanna see my nipples. You perv."
"No I don't..." Robert frowned, looking at Simon's chest. "You have spots."
"Eh?" Simon shrugged. "Probably just not washing properly."
"Well no... they're..." he ran a finger over them, Simon jumped.
"You just wanted to play with my nipples." Simon said turning away and holding his shirt closed.
"No, Simon, let me see." Robert pulled Simon's arm away lightly. "That might not be a good sign."
Simon sighed and laid back on the pillows, releasing his shirt. "Go on then, get it over with."

Robert looked at Simon's chest ignoring the amused giggles coming from Simon as he ran his fingers over the bumps.
"Would you stop that?" Simon said, taking Robert's hand with a smile. "You're doing it on purpose."
"I'm not, Simon, it could be serious."
Simon shook his head and held Robert's hands to the bed either side of him, pulling him close to his face. "You're always fussing about me, Robin."
"I'm not, I just..."
"You're fussing." Simon interrupted loudly. "Fussy, fussy fusspot."
"What's wrong with me fussing?"
"Nothing." Simon smiled sweetly. "I like when you fuss, but not when you get worried while you’re fussing."
"Well, stop making out like it's a bad thing then."
"You're making out like goosebumps are a bad thing."
"They are not goosebumps."
"They are, because you keep undressing me and making me cold."
"Oh right." Robert sat back from Simon a little bashfully. "Sorry."
He made to get up, tugging his shirt straight.
"Oi." Robert turned. "You don't think I'm letting you get away with a quick fondle without at least one little kiss?"
Robert smiled and sat back with Simon, closer though as to lean forward and kiss him softly.
"You get to sleep, you said you weren't feeling well."
Robert got up and sat on his own bed, Simon sighed in frustration and laid down flat. "But I don't want to sleep."
"You were absolutely dying a moment ago."
"I'm fine now."
Robert shook his head and took of his shirt, throwing it lightly onto the chair on the other side of the room. He slipped into his bed grimacing slightly.
"Damn sheets are cold."
Simon grinned. "Mine aren't." Robert looked at him. "Oh come on Rob, please."
"Good night Simon."
Simon sighed and removed his shirt, pausing and then removing his boxers, he got under the sheets and curled himself up.
"Night Robert."
Robert reached up and turned off the bedside lamp.