Bathtubs

                                    

                                          

Charles didn't remember much from that night except for the blur. He was drinking and dancing and he could feel people watching him but his eyes met those of one person and one person alone. Turquoise blue eyes met his green ones across the dance floor and his body felt useless because it was like his soul was racing to Max - to slap him, of course.
Max watched Charles get drunk and then drunker until he couldn't walk anymore. By that point it was four in the morning and most of the party was passed out so Max got up to leave. He'd had two gin and tonics about three hours ago so he was fine to drive, though it may not be in accordance with the Las Vegas traffic laws because of the amount of cranberry juice in his blood.
He looked at the emptied out bar, the last people taking their friends. No one was there for Charles and he knew how the media would go crazy over it. He couldn't leave him alone. With a sigh, Max shook him awake.
Max hated physical touch and Charles' arm wrapped around his waist felt weird but . . . not in a bad way. Max was pansexual. It was a fact he'd accepted long ago. But when it came to Charles, he was closer to aromantic with the lack of feelings he felt yet he was enamored by the way Charles' eyes flickered open, the hazel flecks in his green-blue eyes showing more than ever. He was intoxicated by the smell of Charles' hair and the texture as it brushed against him. He was absolutely killed by the dimples on his cheeks. But he didn't like him, no. Charles was hot. He was so so hot. But he wasn't allowed to like him.
"Come on, Charles." Max said, loading the semi conscious man into his car, "We're going to the hotel." Charles slept in the car, his head banging against the window. Max wanted to cushion his head to stop the constant thud of it hitting the window.
When they got to the hotel, Max gave the valet the keys with an appreciative smile. He opened Charles' door, taking him out again. Again, on instinct, Charles' hand slipped around his waist for support as they walked inside. He was swaying, even in Max's grip.
The pair stood outside Charles' door, "Where's your keycard?"
"Well . . ." Charles started.
"Don't tell me you lost it." Max groaned.
"It's with Pierre. I lost Pierre."
Max looked at the time. He couldn't disturb Pierre right now. He sighed, going back down. It was excruciatingly slow because Charles was leaning his whole weight (which wasn't much, but still annoying) against him. He got down and went to the receptionist, "Hi," He said, "My friend," Wow, He thought, Barely any tone of wanting to die at the thought, "Has lost his keycard, can I get another?"
"Sure sir," She said, "Which room?"
"116 under Charles Leclerc."
"ID?"
Max jostled Charles till the brunette looked at him annoyed, "Charles, where's your ID?"
"Well . . ."
"Pierre?" Max sighed, defeated.
"Yes."
"Where's your phone?"
"I think you know." Charles said, laughing a little.
Max turned to the lady at the desk, "I'm sorry," He said, "But he doesn't have his ID or phone. It's all with his friend whom he lost."
"I'm sorry, sir-" She started.
"Can't you take him at face value? Google him, he'll pop up."
"I'm afraid I am not allowed." She said, sounding genuinely regretful.
Max sighed, "Are any rooms free?"
She typed into her computer, "Unfortunately, there aren't any room available. Everything's taken."
"Are you sure you can't take him at face value?"
"Positive, sir, I am very sorry for the inconvenience."
Max sighed, "You're just doing your job." He said, unable to fault her. 
He gave her a hundred dollar tip for the inconvenience before going back up to his room 133, "This isn't my room." Charles frowned.
"Aren't you just observant?" Max said, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
Not wanting to sleep in the same bed as Charles, he put the man in his bathtub. He deserved the bed to himself. He put some pillows in and helped Charles lay down, Charles closed his eyes as Max draped the blanket over him, "G'night, Maxie." He mumbled.
"Good night, Charles." Max sighed before turning off the bathroom lights. The sun had started to rise so there was enough light through the windows. He heard some shuffling inside but he ignored it. Bathtubs were horribly uncomfortable sometimes.