| Chapter 4 - Dark Brown Eyes |
| Lance's eyes darted open as he felt the bed move beside him. He was amazed that he had been able to sleep at all. There was grunting as he felt the strong hands leave his chest. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the man sitting on the side of the bed. The dark brown hair was disheveled, and the bare skin on his back gleamed in the early morning light. Despite the pain that coursed through him, Lance couldn't help but think that the man was beautiful. Frighteningly beautiful. He heard a grumble and tilted his head just a little to be able to hear what was said. "Go back to your room Lance." He nodded and slid out of the bed and into his boxers. He could feel the hard mocha colored eyes on his back and he tried not to tremble. He pulled on the rest of his clothes and headed for the door without looking back. He heard the grumbled voice say, "I'm coming for you tonight." Lance hesitated at the door; his first instinct was to knock and he almost laughed at the thought. Knocking on his own hotel room door. He pulled the key card out of his pocket and slide it easily through the lock. He slowly opened it a crack and listened. The gentle rush of the shower reassured him that he wouldn't have to deal with Chris and his over analytical stares. He pulled the door closed behind him and started to dig through his bags for clean clothes. He was so busy that he didn't hear the water turn off or the door open. So he didn't notice the eyes watching him pull his shirt off. He didn't notice the hard glare at the bruises that had formed on his chest and on the tops of his hips. He did hear Chris growl and he whirled around to be meet with a pair of dark eyes that looked surprisingly like the ones he had just escaped from. |