Two Best Friends In A Hotel Suite
summary: Malcolm comes back from tour and shows you how much he missed you 😛
content warnings: praise, fingering, hotel sex, mouth covering
inspired by “Breathe” by Malcolm Todd
The elevator ride is long and smells like lemons. You open and close your phone, wishing you had gone down with Audrey. The doors open and you see Jill and Audrey in the lobby with a few of Malcolm’s friends. You make your way over to them and sit down. There are already people outside the hotel. Your heart is racing. You can see his tour bus outside, but much to your dismay, the door doesn't open to reveal Malcolm. You realize you're standing again. What’s wrong with you today? Maybe it’s your brain telling you that you don’t want to see him. No, that’s stupid. You definitely want to see him. You think of all the nights you spent aching with need and loneliness, and before you can prepare yourself, Malcolm is right in front of you.
Well, more like a few yards away, carrying a duffel bag and wearing his glasses. He’s here. He’s finally here. His hair is longer than before, but he looks like the same boyfriend you called your own two months ago. He hugs everyone quickly, exchanging greetings and “we missed you”s. He seems exhausted. You wait patiently for your turn behind everyone.
You try to hold back, you really do, but you can’t do this any longer. You fall into his arms and he holds you tighter thsn ever before. He buries his face in your neck and you rest your chin on his shoulder, inhaling that scent you missed so much. You know everyone is looking at you two, but you don’t care. He breaks away and takes your face into his hands.
You can’t stop the tears that prick at your eyes. His face turns to concern.
“What’s wrong? Don’t cry,” he hushes you, pulling you to his chest again. You laugh softly.
“I just missed you so much,” you whisper, unable to get the words loud enough. Someone clears their throat and you look up.
“The Hobert family, I assume?” asks a short man in a red uniform. “Do you need any assistance with switching rooms? You’ve booked a suite, correct?”
A chatter echoed through the group, quiet “yes”s and “sure”s, but Malcolm interrupted.
“I think we’re alright, thank you though,” he told the man, who nodded and began to turn.
“Oh, Mac, but we have a lot of bags, and-”
“No, yeah, we’re good.” He cuts you off, grabbing your bag. The man walks away and the family follows after Malcolm, who is already on the move to the elevator. They begin their protests.
“Malcolm, we have like, twenty bags.”
“Dude, why’d you do that? It’s not like he’s gonna slow us down.”
“You know my shoulder hurts!”
He ignores all of them, pressing the elevator button and grabbing your hand.
“It’s fine, I just wanna get to the room,” he says. “I’m tired, you know?”
“Oh, by the way, we’re switching rooms. You can have whichever one you want,” Audrey says. “I’ll show you all of them.” You all step out of the elevator and you unlock the door to the suite.
“Isn’t it great?” asks Jill. Malcolm nods and drops his bags.
“I’ll show you the rooms, there’s three. You can have the biggest if you want,” Audrey says, leading Malcolm down the hallway, who still hasn’t dropped your hand.
“That one at the end of the hall has the other door, so you have to lock it if you don’t want room service.”
Malcolm ducks into the room.
“Yeah, this one’s fine,” he says, moving to shut the door.
“But that’s the smallest and I didn’t show you-”
He pulls you into the room.
“Thanks, we’re good,” he says before shutting and locking the door. He sighs deeply and walks over to the other door to put on the “Do Not Disturb” sign.
“So how was the last show?” you ask, rolling the corner of a pillow between your fingers. “Was the crowd good-”
His mouth is on yours before you can finish your sentence. You let out a noise of surprise before your hands find their way to his neck while his hands move to your waist. He pushes you up against the wall, kissing down your neck now.
“Shhh. Missed you so bad, mama, just let me take care of you.”
His hands are moving all over your body. His thumb brushes underneath your breast as his other hand inches underneath your thigh, pulling your leg up around him. You relax against him, finally letting yourself feel him after all this time. His hand moves further up your thigh as you kiss him, your skirt riding up. He runs his finger along the waistband of your panties, snapping them against your skin.
“Mac, please,” you say breathlessly. He presses his thumb against your soaking wet panties and you gasp, your back arching.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs. He pulls your panties to the side and without warning, pushes two fingers inside of you. A loud moan slips from your lips and you throw back your head. With his other hand he covers your mouth, which makes you a million times wetter.
“You gotta be quiet, baby. Can’t let everyone hear how good I’m making you feel,” he says, his voice low. You would never tell him this, but you like the idea of someone finding you like this, walking in to see your back pressed up against the wall, skirt flipped up with his fingers buried in your pussy. He curls his fingers and you whimper against his hand. He starts pumping them in and out of you. You squeeze his fingers as a coil starts tightening in your lower stomach. You moan.
“You gonna come, baby?” he teases as he takes his hand off of your mouth. “Gonna show me how much you missed me?” You gasp with pleasure as he presses on your clit.
“Mac, I… I need to- fuck, I’m gonna-”
Your orgasm hits you hard, washing over you in waves. Your eyes roll back in your head, but Malcolm keeps moving his fingers inside of you until you’re done.
“That’s my good girl,” he soothes you as your breathing slows. You collapse over his shoulder, your legs straddling him. He laughs softly in your ear.
“Already tired, baby?” he asks. You nod into his neck.
“I couldn’t sleep, I was too excited to see you,” you say. He smiles.
“You should probably rest now, because you’re not gonna be sleeping tonight.”
