Part of him believed that they act wasnβt as smooth as they thought it was. Not by the look on his mother's face. It was like she knew, secretly knew. But Mikhail decided not to look into it too much. Simply didn't care as long as he could have at least a few hours or even minutes alone with Ivor. And it was sort of a success, he realised once they were on the elevator going up to the males room.
"No," came a straightforward reply, tone serious as it always was. "I totally saved the situation," he grinned, hands craving to touch but he somehow held back. He could wait, until they were hidden behind Ivors apartment door. Just like always. "And its not using when the other party wants it as well, right? I'm kind enough to help, that is all," a shrug before his eyes went up to the changing numbers. This elevator was too damn slow.
"They are getting along well." Ivor heard his father while they made it to the elevator and he wondered if it was really that hard to notice that he was insanely and madly in love with that russian guy. Maybe it was for the better that everyone around them had their own ideas of how they had to live their lives that they simply didn't see how they were looking at one another. Ivor would lean into the wall of the elevator and really, it was.. just so tempting. But there were cameras, god, there would be evidence if he would give into his need. He wanted to just kiss Mikhail, press him into the wall and claim his mouth for as long as that ride would take. But then there would be a video of them, the hotel owners sons making out and wouldn't that be scandalous. Ivor cleared his throat a little, keeping himself from taking Mikhails hands despite wanting to tangle their fingers. He craved those.. couple things.
"I was amazing. God.. what were you thinking?" He had to laugh. "Why did you think it was a good idea to have me act as if I am nauseous." He sighed, running a hand through his longer, dark strands, pushing them out of his forehead. "But I gotta admit, your face.. you would be one of these very handsome doctors they have in these ridiculous tv shows." He was looking at that face, taking in how nice Mikhail looked. He was just so beautiful, it hurt. The elevator, after what felt like minutes, came to an end and the ding noise had Ivors attention snap from his face and over to the door. "Alright doctor.. take me to bed and then take care of me." Teasing tone, his attempt to hit playfully into their little act. "Maybe you should check my temperature.."
