#chriz

When Danny first opened his eyes, he was confused to find himself halfways on top of Roy, the man’s arm slung lazily over his waist. He blinked a few times as he tried to remember what had happened the night before, but he was too distracted by how peaceful the otherwise bitchy queen looked in his sleep. He lifted a hand and ran his finger slowly through Roy’s hair, but paused as the man stirred in his sleep. Danny’s heart was beating faster as he waited to see if he’d fucked it up, but luckily Roy just snuggled closer to him without waking. He let out a relieved breath, before deciding he could do with a few more hours sleep. He closed his eyes, and less than a minute later he was back to dreaming.

Roy was the next one to wake. He was not surprised to find Danny fast asleep, but it was rather messy, the way they were tangled up in each other. He tried his best to wiggle out without disturbing the other, not sure if it was because he knew Danny needed sleep, or because he wasn’t ready to deal with him just yet. As Roy slipped out from the bed, Danny mumbled something in his sleep, as he turned over and curled himself around a pillow now that his human cuddletoy had gone. Roy couldn’t stop himself from smiling, as he quickly slipped into his onesie, deciding that he needed a coffee. He debated for a minute if he should leave a note, but decided against it – Instead he grabbed his phone and the keys, and headed out of the room.

He had only just entered the café when he bumped into a worried-looking Shane. ”Oh, Roy! Morning! Uhm…” Shane stood, fiddling with his phone in his hands, a guilty look on his face that made Roy raise a questioning eyebrow. ”You don’t happen to have heard anything from Adore, have you?” ”Why?” Roy frowned at the aussie. Something about his behaviour was very off. ”It’s just..” Shane was actively avoiding eye contact. ”Well, we were supposed to grab a cab home together last night but I, uh.. I guess I got a bit… Distracted.” Roy’s eyebrows shot up as he realized what his friend was talking about, but Shane wasn’t about to let him say anything. ”ANYWAYS” He continued loudly, making sure he wouldn’t be interrupted. ”I, uhm… I went to check on her this morning, and she wasn’t there, the bed hasn’t been touched and she’s not answering her phone. I’m starting to worry.” Roy was about to say something when another question shot to the front of his mind; ”Wait, how do you know the bed hasn’t been touched?” Shane looked at him as if it’s obvious, but when Roy didn’t say anything, he explained anyways: ”Well, it’s not like she ever locks her door.” He shrugged and Roy should have known, Danny is way to careless for his own good. With a sigh he tried to prepare himself for Shane’s reaction. ”Don’t worry, Danny’s fine. He’s asleep in my room.” And there it is, Shane’s eyes widden almost comically and he’s just about to say something, but Roy really isn’t in the mood for explaining. ”I’ll tell him to call you.” He said, as he brushed past the blonde, deciding that now is really the perfect time for that coffee.

In the end he ordered two to go. He’s very much not in the mood for more run-ins with the other queens, and besides, he needs to be back before Danny wakes up. As much as he adores the kid, he doesn’t trust him with all of Roy’s property.

When he enters the room, Danny is still in bed, but very much awake. He rolls over with a groan when he hears the door open, and while his eyes seem to light up at the sight of Roy (or is it the coffee?) he still looks like shit.

”Morning sunshine.” Roy says jokingly, as he uses an elbow to close the door behind him. ”My head fucking hurts” Danny complains, as he hides his face in the pillow. ”It feels like it’s gonna explode!” Roy almost feels sorry for him, almost. But then again… He really doesn’t.

”You need to call Courtney, she’s been trying to get a hold of you.” Roy tells him as he puts down one of the coffees on the table, sighing as he takes in the mess that his room has become.

”I don’t know where my phone is” Danny whines, the words muffled by the pillow but still clear enough that Roy understands them.

As he sits on the edge of the bed, the smell of beer and smoke fills his nose and he wrinkles up his nose in disgust, after taking a sniff of Danny. How did he not notice the smell earlier? ”You smell like shit, chola. You need a shower.” With yet another groan, Danny rolls to his back and glares up at Roy. ”Fuck off.” He says sourly, when Roy nudges his side, but the older man just lifts a brow in reply. ”You’re stinking up my room. Have a fucking shower.” He demands, and he’s got that looks on his face that says ‘don’t question me bitch.’ Reluctantly, Danny sits up, not letting go of the covers. He holds his hand out in an expectant manner, and mumbles: ”Let me at least have some of that coffee first.” He’s a right mess, and Roy has to fight back the smile that’s threathening to show on his face as he hands the younger male a cup. He takes a long sip, complains about the heat of it, then takes another one, while all Roy can do is roll his eyes. When it’s five minutes later, and Danny’s eyes are threathening to fall shut again, Roy decides enough is enough as he takes the cup from his hand and stands up, yanking the younger queen up by the arm. ”Shower. Now.” As he pulls a complaining, stumbling Danny towards the bathroom he’s already getting flashbacks from the night before. He reaches in and turns on the tap, grabbing a fluffy white hotel towel and hanging it next to the shower door, before he leaves the bathroom. ”Are you not gonna help me at all?” Danny’s teasing him and he knows it, but he can’t help the slight flush of color that graces his cheeks at the thought of Danny in the shower. He doesn’t offer a reply, grateful that Danny can’t see him right now. He wonders for a brief moment if he should start tidying up, but quickly decides not to bother before he’s got rid Danny. There’s a way too high possibility that the queen will just mess it up again. Instead he plops down on the bed, grabbing his phone from the pocket and starts flicking through social media, seeing that pictures from last night have already been posted.

If it wasn’t for the muffled singing, Roy might have worried that Danny had fallen asleep in the shower, but then the water is turned off and there’s silence for a while. He looks up as the door is pushed open, and Danny wanders out with the towel slung around his waist, and nothing else on. His eyes open wider at the sight, but he thinks he catches himself before Danny sees it. The boy walks silently to the bed, and plops down ungracefully, resting his head in Roy’s lap.

”I still feel terrible.” He complains, nudging his head against Roy’s thigh, trying to make himself more comfortable. His hair is still wet, and it soaks through to the older queen’s skin, but for once he doesn’t complain.

”You smell better though.” He admits, earning a whine and a light smack which barely touches him as Danny doesn’t aim at all. They sit in silence for a little while. ”You know, you really should call Courtney.” He looks down and it’s not until then he realizes that Danny’s looking up at him smiling. Smiling ,because Roy is absentmindedly running his fingers through the young queens hair. As soon as he realizes what he’s doing, he freezes mid-motion, and tries to look away. But he can’t make himself break eye-contact. He wonders what Danny’s thinking. The moment is broken when his phone starts ringing in his other hand, and Courtney’s name lights up on the screen. He picks up and puts the phone to his ear. ”Hello?” ”Hi Bianca, sorry to disturb you. I was just wondering, is Danny still with you?” Shane sounds less worried this time, but still as guilty. Roy looks down to meet the young man’s eyes again, trying not to think about the fluttery feeling those green eyes awaken. ”Yeah, he’s here.” Roy hands the phone and Danny takes it, eyes big and curious. ”Hello?” He speaks into the phone, biting his lip absentmindedly while Shane says whatever he has to say. Roy tries to tear away his gaze, but it’s as if he’s hypnotized. When he manages to pull himself together, he knows this needs to stop. He can’t be this close to Danny, not when it makes him like this. When Danny finishes the phone call, he stands up, handing the phone back to Roy, who raises a questioning eyebrow. ”I’m going to meet up with Shane, he has some of my things.” Danny offers, scanning the floor for his discarded clothes. When he eyes the dress in the corner, he wrinkles his nose. ”It’s bad enough to be doing the walk of shame here, you’re not gonna make me do it in that, are you?” He gestures to dress, then looks pleadingly at Roy who just shrugs.

”You’re too tall for my clothes.” He says, but Danny isn’t giving up.

”It doesn’t matter! Anything’s better than…” His eyes wander back to the dress and he doesn’t finish the sentence. Roy, knowing that arguing with Danny is almost as bad as arguing with Adore, sighs and gives up.

”Fine, grab something yourself.” He makes a gesture towards the wardrobe and Danny’s face lights up. ”Thank you!” He bends down and places a kiss on Roy’s cheek, before swiftly turning around to go clothes-hunting. It all happens so fast that Roy doesn’t have time to react, and he just makes a disgruntled sound, at a loss for words.

Danny finds the red onesie that matches the blue one Roy is currently wearing, and holds it out for inspection. ”Do you think I can wear this?” He ponders, not taking his eyes off the clothing. ”No.” Roy replies matter-of-factly, but Danny just looks over his shoulder with a smile.

”I’m gonna do it anyway.” He grabs a pair of boxers from the drawer as well, and loses the towel right there. Roy tries to find something witty to say, but his throat feels dry and nothing comes to mind. He watches as Danny squeezes into the boxers, then wrestles his long limbs into the onesie, doing a not-very-graceful job. At least he succeeds, and while it is a bit too short on the legs and arms, it doesn’t look too bad. With a smile beaming on his face, Danny skips back to the bed. ”Now we match!” He grabs his phone of the bedside, while Roy just watches in silence, hoping that the beating of his heart isn’t loud enough for Danny to hear. It sure feels like it. ”Thanks for letting me crash here, it was really nice of you.” Danny grins at him and Roy just shrugs. ”Like I said chola, don’t tell anyone.”

Following the fourth season of drag race, things had been… tense, to say the least, between Sharon and Phi Phi. When they were in public, they always made sure to keep up a friendly image, which Phi Phi was honestly very grateful for. She had always known her life would change after appearing on drag race, but she never expected everything to blow up like it had, and she had no idea how to deal with the pressure of it all. People hated her with such a passion, without even knowing her, and while she tried to seem indifferent, it hurt her deeply when she would go on stage and be met with booh’s or open up her tumblr to messages saying she should quit drag, or worse: quit life.

The fact that Sharon (and all the other queens who were known and respected) talked nicely about her, and acted friendly with her, was one of the few things that seemed to calm people down.

Despite the way they portrayed it to the world, things were awkward between them now. Especially since they had started the BOTS tour, where they were learning how to get along all over again.

A lot of their arguments had been edited for the drama, that’s true, but some heated things had been said, things that none of them were proud of, things that they didn’t talk about.

So when Sharon gestured for Phi Phi to come closer while they were on stage, holding her arms out Phi Phi went for it, expecting the other queen to hug her. She was caught completely off guard when her face was grabbed between Sharon’s hands and her lips assaulted by the spooky queen’s own.

The fans went crazy, but Phi Phi’s world seemed to stop. Her heart was racing, threatening to beat out her chest and she wanted to pull away, and make a run for it. But she didn’t. Instead she parted her lips slightly, allowing Sharon entrance and before she knew, she was kissing back just as fiercely, her hands coming up to wrap around the taller queen’s shoulders. A thousand questions were racing through her minds: What the hell was going on? Why did Sharon kiss her? Why was she kissing back? Was it for the fans? Was it because the taste of Sharon’s mouth was something she hadn’t known she needed until a few moments ago? She pushed the thoughts out of her mind, realizing that the why’s and how’s didn’t matter at the moment. She was making out with Sharon, the audience was going crazy and most importantly, she was enjoying it.

It lasted for too long and not long enough at the same time, and when Sharon pulled away, smirking, she left Phi Phi breathless, frantically trying to remember the next words of the song they were lip-syncing, but everything seemed to have completely slipped from her mind, and in the end she just stood there in a state of shock, watching Sharon nail the performance.

As soon as they finished, at the same time ending Phi Phi’s part of the show, she more or less sprinted off stage, pushing past all the other queens backstage. She thought she heard Sharon calling for her, but she didn’t stop, didn’t answer any of the questions that were flung at her from all around. She kept her focus, as she practically ran to the elevator, slamming at the buttons in an attempt to speed up the closing of the doors. She was facing the back of the elevator, her body shivering with adrenaline, and she almost let out a gasp of relief as the doors started to close - Until for some reason, they didn’t. She turned halfway around to find out that the reason was none other than Sharon Needles. Of course it was. Sharon had one foot in the doors of the elevator, keeping them open and her eyes locked on Phi Phi’s the moment the younger queen had turned around. ”Phi Phi.” She started as she entered the elevator. Phi Phi looked away, annoyed with Sharon for catching up, annoyed with Sharon for talking to her, annoyed with Sharon for kissing her like that, for making her feel this way. The queen of spook said something more as the doors closed, for real this time, but she blocked it out as she kept her focus on trying to even out her breath.

Level one. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Level two. Breathe out. Breathe in. Level three. Sharon seemed to have finally got the hint, and it made everything easier. The silence was deafening, but much prefered to whatever the queen had to say right now. Just breathe in. Level fo- The elevator came to a halt. They weren’t at level four yet, why had it… The moment Phi Phi figured it out, all thoughts of breathing slow flew right out the window, as she started panicking. Not good. This was so not good. ”Fuck!” She cursed, slamming at all the buttons. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She slammed harder, pushing multiple in at once. Sharon seemed way to calm, just watching her with those mysterious eyes of hers.

”Calm down, it’ll probably start up again in a moment..” Sharon started, but Phi Phi just kept cursing loudly, her voice rising with the panic. She was slamming the buttons so hard it was hurting her hands, but she couldn’t make herself stop. ”Phi Phi, for god’s sake! Stop it already!” She felt one of Sharon’s hands curl around her wrist but she quickly pulled herself free with a slight scream of ”No!” Sharon had a surprised look on her face, as Phi Phi twirled around on the stop, finally looking her in the eye.

”Don’t touch me!” She hated how high pitched her voice was, and she hated knowing that Sharon was able to make her feel like that. She wanted to slap the other queen, but by the look on her face, the words had probably been more effective.

Sharon didn’t say anything, she didn’t have to – It was all too much for Phi Phi, and it felt like the weight of the world came crashing down on her in an instant. She tried to hold it in, but it was too late and tears started to fill up her eyes, as she finally let go. ”Why do you that?!” It was almost a sob and she hated it, hated it, hated Sharon and herself. ”Why do you always touch me? Why do you hug me when the cameras are on, why do you say all those nice things about me? Why do you kiss me like that? Tell me! Why?!”

”That’s not…” Sharon started, but she seemed completely taken aback by the younger queen’s outburst. ”I don’t do that, it’s…” ”Shut the fuck up!” Phi Phi shouted as she pushed her, hard. ”Don’t give me that bullshit!” Sharon runs a hand through her hair, accidentally pushing the wig out of place at the same time. ”It’s what the fans want, isn’t it? They want to see the good in you. You want that too, don’t you?” Sharon’s voice is rising as well, but Phi Phi shakes her head angrily as she backs away. ”That’s bullshit. You don’t give a shit about me, it’s not about me at all.” The tears had started dropping from her eyes and she wiped at them angrily, smearing her makeup in the process. She must have looked a mess.

”Fuck you” Sharon cursed at her, and she pretended not to be surprised. ”Of course I care about you, you idiot. You’re my sister.” A hollow laugh escaped Phi Phi as she dried away more tears. ”I don’t even wanna talk to you.” She said, turning her back and for a moment it seems like that’s the end of it. They stand in silence, Phi Phi’s body shaking from anger, and Sharon breathing slightly faster than usually. It doesn’t last though, and Phi Phi should have known.

”You know what? I don’t care what you want!” Sharon started, but she was interrupted just as quickly: ”Exactly! You don’t care about me!” She turned around again as soon as she did, Sharon pushed her hard against the wall, pressing her mouth on Phi Phi in a heated, angry kiss. This time there’s no audience, but the feeling is the same and Phi Phi found herself kissing back without even planning to. She finally regained her senses and pushed Sharon away, wiping her mouth with her arm in a disgusted manner. ”Why would I do that if I didn’t care about you?” Sharon was slightly breathless from the kiss, and the words come out rather quiet. Phi Phi thinks for a moment. ”Because you… It doesn’t… Fuck! How the fuck would I know?” Her heart is beating so fast she’s afraid it might beat through her chest. ”Because I fucking like you!” Sharon¨’s voice has regained it’s power and her words are too much and Phi Phi starts crying, like the mess she is. There’s nothing quiet about it this time – She sobs loudly, not able to stop herself but when Sharon steps forward and wraps her in her arms, holding her tight, she realizes there’s nothing wrong with it. She tries to speak several times, but she can’t seem to find the words, and neither can Sharon. They just stand there for what seems like forever, until Phi Phi calms down. She pulls away gently, avoiding Sharon’s eyes. ”Thank you.” She mumbles quietly. ”It’s just…” ”Don’t worry about it. And don’t listen to the haters, okay? Booh’s are just the undead’s way of clapping.” Sharon says, and Phi Phi rolls her eyes before she looks up to see Sharon smiling slightly. She returns the smile, and takes a deep breath before she speaks again. ”I like you too, even if I sometimes seem like a bitch.” She admits, and Sharon nods her head, still smiling-

Roy was in bed, drifting off to sleep when he was startled awake by a loud knock on his door. He sat up straight, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he wondered who would be knocking on his door at this time of the night. He didn’t have to wonder for long. Before he’d even gotten the chance to get out of bed, there was another series of knocks followed by Adore’s familiar voice: ”Biaaaaaanca” Roy furrowed his brows in annoyance, but he got up nonetheless, wrapping the hotel bathrobe around himself before opening the door , just as the young queen was about to knock again. He stared at Adore, who was still in full drag, waiting for an explanation. Instead the queen just looked him up and down before giggling: ”What are you even wearing? Like, how old are you?” Adore was drunk. Roy was not in the mood to deal with that… at all. With a heavy sigh, he started closing the door, not seeing how panic washed over Adore’s features.

”No wait, stop!” Adore cried out as she threw herself at the door, trying to keep him from closing it. ”Bianca, waaaait!”

”What do you want?” Roy sighed in irritation as he paused his actions, keeping the door only slightly open. He looked up to meet those huge, green puppy eyes

”Can I stay in here tonight?” A pouty look had come over Adore’s features, but he’d be damned if he let her charm him.

”No.” He closed the door without a second thought, and started on his way back to bed. He hadn’t taken more than three steps before the pounding started again.

”Biaaaanca!” Adore cried from the other side of the door. ”Please just let me stay! I’m drunk and I’m lonely and I don’t wanna go to my room, like, to be alone. It’s like, just for tonight!” Roy groaned as he considered his options and quickly realized that there was probably no way he would be getting back to bed without letting Adore in. That little bitch was persistent, he knew that much.

”I’ll cry if you don’t let me in and it’ll be like, all your fault! Can you really live with that? Come on Bianca, you’re not that cold-hearted!” Convinced that he was right, that there was no way Adore would leave him alone, he slowly made his way back to the door. He opened it slightly, the defeated look on his face was enough to make Adore’s light up in celebration.

”Fine. But you better be quiet and go straight to sleep, ‘cause I’m not dealing with…” He made a gesture suggesting he was talking about the other queen ”all of this.”

”Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Adore beamed at him as she pushed the door open, coming straight for him with her arms open. He was quick to step back, but not quick enough and soon he was wrapped in a pair of long, strong arms. He struggled to get free at first but drunk-Adore didn’t seem to get the hint, and he soon gave up, letting her hug him until she let go by herself.

Afterwards she went straight past him, heading towards the bed. He closed the door before turning around, realizing her plans. ”No no no, you stop right there!” He almost shouted as he leaped over to Adore, grapping her wrist fiercely, pulling her back from the bed. ”But Bianca!! I’m so fucking tired, I just need to…” Adore tried to wriggle loose, but he pulled on her wrist, making her stumble closer to him. ”You need to clean that face of yours, that’s what you need.” He stated, leading her towards the bathroom. When she realized his intentions she obliged, and followed him, only wobbling slightly in the 7 inch heels.

Once in the bathroom, Roy managed to sit her down on top of the toilet lid, searching in his cabinet for some make up remover wipes. He would not be waking up to a bed smeared in make-up, that’s for sure. ”Why did you leave so early tonight?” Adore asked behind him. He wrinkled his brows, not bothering to look back at her.

”Early? It was 2:30 when I left.” He mumbled in reply, as he focused on his task. He made a triumphant sound in the back of his throat when he found what he was looking for.

Turning around, he found Adore looking at him in awe. He furrowed his brows as he looked at her, questioningly.

”What?” He asked grumpily,

”You’re so nice, honestly.” Adore replied, a big smile finding it’s way onto her face. ”Like, you always act so mean and bitchy, but like, you’re really one of the kindest queens ever.” Roy tried to ignore the beat that his heart skipped at the words, and he switched his focus to the wipes, as he swiftly pulled one from the box. ”Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone, ‘kay?” He lightly grabbed underneath Adore’s chin with one hand, as he used the other one to start wiping the make-up off her face. ”Okay.” She replied, but the sound was muffled as he ran the wipe over her lips, smearing the bright red lipstick before it was removed.

He could sense Adore getting more and more sleepy, as he was cleaning her face, turning her back into Danny. When he was finished, the young queen was hardly able to keep his eyes open. ”Okay, we just need to get these heels off.” Roy mumbled, although it was more like a note to himself. He ssquatted down and quickly unzipped them before pulling them from the boy’s feet. He wrinkled his nose as he looked up, noting: ”You really neeed to start washing your pantyhose.” Danny giggled softly, nodding his head up and down in agreement,. Roy sighed as he stood up, helping the younger boy up on his doubtlessly sore feet.

”Come on, time for bed.” He said, as he led the other towards the (luckily) king sized bed he had. Before he had a chance to protest, Danny had dropped face first onto the mattress, on top of the blankets and in the wrong direction. Groaning to himself, Roy bend down to started undoing the zipper on the back of his dress.

He could feel a blush creeping onto his face, as he reached up under the skirt to find the hem of the before mentioned dirty panythose – Because there was no way in hell those were going under his covers. As he slipped his fingers under the hem, Danny’s hands came down to rest on top of his own, and he froze in the spot. ”What are you doing?” Danny asked, running his fingers over Roy’s wrists without looking up. Roy felt his face go even redder. ”I’m undressing you. My bed, my rules and rule number one: No dirty hose in there.” He said, slowly peeling the fabric down the legs of his friend. ”Mmh, that’s fine.” As soon as he slipped the garments off his feet, Danny rolled over onto his back. ”You need to take that wig off-” Roy commented, as he turned around to drop the pantyhose in the corner of the room, with the rest of his dirty clothes. He was usually a tidy person, but it wasn’t like he had a lot of time for doing laundry lately. When he turned back, the wig was out of sight, probably dropped on the floor on the other side of the bed. ”And the dress.” ”Geez, you just really wanna see me naked, don’t you?” Danny teased, making Roy groan slightly in frustration. ”Yes, that’s why I let you in. Now get out of that dress and go to sleep, before I kick you back out.” Danny whined in complaint, but he sat up and pulled the dress off none-the-less, leaving him in just a pair of briefs. Of course the boy hadn’t bothered to tuck, since his dress had a fluffy skirt. His laziness knew few boundaries.

”Good, now move over.” Roy said as he picked up the dress and tossed it in the general direction of the laundry pile. Danny complied, and Roy was able to pull the covers out from under him, before slipping into bed. He made sure they were both covered, before he commented: ”Now you stay on that side, and I’ll stay on this, is that clear?” When there was no answer, he assumed the boy had simply fallen asleep. But it wasn’t more than five minutes before he found out he was wrong, when he felt an arm sneak around his waist, as Danny pulled himself closer. Roy stiffened at first, but then he turned over to give the boy a piece of his mind, but when he saw the peaceful look on Danny’s face he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Not even when the young queen snuggled up even closer to him, resting his head against Roy’s chest.

With a deep sigh and a heart beating 120 miles per hour, Roy decided that he was done for tonight. All of those weird feelings creeping up on him, when he was looking at Danny’s sleeping form, those unwanted flutters that he pretended not to know what meant.?