When Mars Was A Bitch and Priestly Was A Pedophile

"Some of them, yes," he said, smiling shamelessly. "Others are just acquaintances, or friends."

"...right." He replied, hoping to change the subject yet again. "So. How far away do you like?"

"On the Atlantic Coast," he said, laughing.

He frowned deeply.

"...oh. H-how long by car...?"

"Weeks," he said brightly. "I've been on the road for a while."

"Weeks..." He mumbled. Great. "...Oh."

"Why, son? Are you anxious to get home?"

"No, I just...that's a lot of time in the car." He replied anxiously. "We will take breaks, right?"

"Of course," he said, patting Mars's head. "One of the reason it takes so long is the intermittent hotel stays and the stops to help people in need of spiritual help."

"Oh. We'll be staying in hotels?" He looked uneasy at the thought. "They'll be...nice, right?"

He blinked suddenly, looking unsure.

"...Well, they aren't normally, but I suppose if you prefer..."

"O-oh, no, that's fine, if it's too much money..." He mumbled.

"No, of course not--I just ordinarily prefer motels. But it's fine."

"No, really! I shouldn't make you spend more, because of me..."

He laughed.

"I can afford it, dear sweet boy--I just like motels for nostalgic reasons."

"Oh...uhm." He decided not to think about it too hard.

-x-

That night, Priestly and Mars got a room at a Red Lion. When they got to the room, however, there was only one bed. Priestly began to nonchalantly strip off his clothes, as though he hadn't noticed.

Mars stared at the bed for a second, confused. Just as he was about to say something, he glanced over at Priestly and shrieked.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" He shouted, alarmed.

"...Changing?" he said, surprised. "Why, aren't you tired?"

"But...there's only one bed, there's no way I'm gonna sleep on that with you!!" He shrieked again. He covered his eyes, flushing red. "I-I'll sleep on one of the chairs!"

"Don't be silly," he said, "That's a queen size bed--more than enough room."

"N-no!" He replied, shaking his head. "I...I'll go get changed in the bathroom. Just...finish changing, and then I'll grab my clothes..."

"Okay," he said, pulling down his underwear. "Hurry back--I haven't cuddled in ages!"

He hurried over to his bags and rifled through them until he found his pajama bottoms. He glanced at Priestly and felt his face grow hot, so he looked away again and snuck into the bathroom.

"I-I'm not going to cuddle with you!" He shouted, taking off his pants so he could change.

"Cuddling is good for the soul!" he called back, chuckling. "You'll be fine--man up, son!"