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Martin tapped idly at his phone as he waited for the train to start moving, trying to ignore the warmth of Jon’s leg pressed against his own from hip to knee in the cramped seats. He had a whole weekend ahead of him to pretend he didn’t have a massive crush on the man, and he didn’t want to start things off on the wrong foot by getting weird about just sitting next to each other.
He crossed ‘check tickets’ and ‘board the train’ off his travel to-do list. The next item up was ‘don’t die of boredom,’ which ought to be manageable with the ten-plus hours of podcasts he’d downloaded for the trip - it was only a three-hour ride out to the town where the rumored haunting they were investigating was, after all.
Why Jon had asked him to come along, of all people, Martin had no idea. Then again, Tim and Sasha had already been working overtime recently looking into that case with the teeth, so maybe he’d just decided to give them a break.
After the train ride was the hotel, so… Martin navigated to his email to pull up the booking confirmation on their room. It hadn’t magically deleted itself, so they should be all set to check in when they arrived…
He tapped the link for ‘details,’ because part of him still didn’t trust that their reservation hadn’t somehow vanished into the ether, and blinked.
It hadn’t vanished, no. But it wasn’t what he was expecting, either.
Single room, one queen bed. Two nights.
Martin blinked again, half-convinced he’d misread.
One bed.
Oh.
His cheeks flamed with heat at the very idea of sharing a bed with Jon, and he snuck a glance to the side to see if the other man had noticed. Jon was staring out the window, his chin propped in his hand, watching the platform slip away behind them as the train started to move.
Martin’s eyes darted back to the phone. He should call the hotel to fix the reservation, he knew. They had a phone number listed right there on the page, with a helpful little ‘Questions? Call us!’ message below it. He should just call, and tell them they needed a double room, and have done with it.
Then again…
Well, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to share a bed with Jon, now would it? Quite the opposite, really. And Martin did hate having to bother customer service people…
Besides, people shared beds in hotels all the time! Coworkers, friends, family... saving money or botched reservations, there were all sorts of reasons it might happen. It was a normal thing to do. Making a big deal out of it, now that was the strange thing, and might, in fact, be enough to give away how he felt about Jon.
But if he just played it cool, Jon probably wouldn’t think it was weird at all for them to share.
Because it wasn’t weird.
Unless you make it weird, Martin reminded himself. He set his own racing heart aside for a moment and faced the reality of the situation head-on.
Be honest with yourself, Martin Blackwood, he thought. Can you be normal about this? Can you share a bed with your crush, and not make it weird?
He considered the question for a long, long moment.
…No.
Changing the reservation it was, then. His thumb hovered over the phone number, gritting his teeth as he psyched himself up to make the call.
Then again…
He could just make Jon do it. Jon didn’t have any problems with bothering people, customer service or otherwise.
Martin took a moment, planning his angle of attack, then spoke.
~~~~~
“Oh!” Martin said, breaking the silence they’d been traveling in. “That’s odd.”
“Hm?” Jon turned away from the window, where he’d been doing his utmost to focus on the scenery outside rather than the feeling of Martin’s leg pressed close and warm against his own. “What’s up?”
“I was just checking our hotel reservation,” Martin said. He tilted his phone so Jon could see the screen. “Look, they’ve got us in a single room. I thought Elias said he reserved a double?”
Jon’s stomach made a strange, not entirely unpleasant lurch at the thought of sharing a bed with Martin. “He did,” he managed to say, quite calmly. “The hotel must have gotten it mixed up with someone else’s.”
“What do you want to do?” Martin asked, sounding worried.
Jon considered, for a split second, the possibility of calling ahead to the hotel and fixing the reservation. It was probably the best course of action, but then again, the idea of sharing with Martin…
Be honest with yourself, Jonathan Sims, he thought. Can you be normal about this? Can you share a bed with your crush, and not make it weird?
Yes.
Jon shrugged, with careful nonchalance. “It’s not a big deal,” he said. “We can just share.”
~~~~~
Well that backfired.
“Uh, are- are you sure?” Martin stuttered, staring at Jon in disbelief.
Jon just shrugged again. “It’s only two days, there’s no reason to bother the hotel staff about it,” he said. He gave Martin a concerned look. “Unless it makes you uncomfortable?”
“No!” Martin found himself saying, against all logic and reason. “I just suppose I thought you’d want your space.”
“I’ll be fine.” Jon smiled at him - that special, warm smile that always made Martin feel like his insides were turning into a puddle of goo. “I’m sure you’ll be a fine roommate.”
Martin found himself smiling back, unable to stop it - Jon just pulled it out of him - even though he was screaming inside. “I’ll try not to snore too much.”
Jon laughed, and turned back to the window.
Martin looked down at his phone again, hoping no one could see the rictus grin his smile had turned into.
Oh, no.
He was not going to be able to be normal about this.
~~~~~
I am not going to be able to be normal about this, Jon realized, with a sinking heart, when he woke up on the first morning at the hotel to find that Martin had rolled over in his sleep and was now plastered against his side, his head resting on Jon’s shoulder and his breath ghosting over his neck.
Oh, no.