I wake up to someone whispering my name. I groan and roll over, opening my eyes to find Smith's blue ones inches from mine. I yell and jump back, bumping into Sjin and waking him up.

Smith stands up and raises his eyebrows, that trademark smirk on his face. "So what's the excuse?"

My cheeks heat at what Smith is implying. "Fuck off, Smith. We all know you and Trott aren't getting your full 8 hours."

"How did you get in here, and why?" Sjin asks, and I look up at Smith.

"Lewis has extra keys to each of our rooms. I told him I would get you up, since he is still trying to wake Sips. Glad I did, Trott will be happy to know you two are getting along just fine. . ." He laughs and heads for the door. "We are leaving in an hour. Feel free to join us when you two are finished up."

The door shuts and I cover my face in my hands. Sjin pulls me into a hug. "It'll be alright, Ross."

"Yea, you wanna shower first?"

.~'~.

Sjin and I are the last ones downstairs, and we brace ourselves for the jokes, but none come. I throw Smith a questioning glance and he frowns at me.

I try and get Smith alone all day, to no avail. I even casually bring up Smith waking us up this morning to Trott, and he didn't say anything about Smith finding Sjin and I.

After we get back to the hotel I manage to get Smith in the lift alone. "Did you tell anyone about what you saw?" I ask. "I even brought it up to Trott, and he didn't seem to know anything."

"Hey, what you two do in America, stays in America mate."

"How stupid do you think I am, Smiffy?" The lift doors slide open onto my floor and I step out, pulling Alex with me.

"Dead serious, mate. I've woken up with Trott laying on top of me before." I laugh.

"Thanks, Smiffy." I say, still slightly skeptical. "Is this where you tell my you and Trott fucked last night so if I keep your secret you will keep mine?"

I open my door and enter. Smith follows me in. I sit down and realize Smiffy hasn't responded. "Smiffy?"

I turn to him. His face is red and he won't look me in the eye.

"Smiffy! Did you or did you not fuck Chris Trott last night?"

"If I did?" He asks. There is no humor in his voice.

We sit in silence, staring at the ground.

"What now?" I ask quietly.

"Don't know mate. Trott hasn't said anything to me about it yet." I nod.

Someone knocks on the door and I continue to stare at the ground, trying to wrap my head around this. I expected it to happen at some point, but now that it actually happened. . .

"Everything alright, Ross?" Sjin asks. I look up at Smiffy, asking a silent question.

"Yea, one second mate." I stand up and walk over to Smith.

I pull him into a hug and he whispers, "We will talk about it tomorrow morning, mate." Then, stepping back, "Wanna get breakfast tomorrow mate?"

I nod. "Yea, eight o'clock?" He nods and waves goodbye.

"What was that?" Sjin asks. I turn around and walk over to Sjin. I wrap my arms around him.

"I'll explain later." He presses his lips to my head. I don't know how long we stand there, a knock on the door forcing us apart. "I got it."

I open the door and barely have time to see who it is before they wrap their arms around me, and I feel tears starting to soak my shirt.

"Smith? What's wrong?" I try and push him away but his arms wrap around me tighter. I take a few steps back and let the door swing shut.

Sjin appears and opens his mouth to say something, but I shake my head. I hold up a finger, telling him to hold on, and start rubbing Smiffy's back.

"What happened, Smith? You can tell me." He shakes his head. "A'ight. Take your time, Smith. Sjin is here, do you want him to leave?" I ask gently.

"N- no. I- I- I-I'm fine." He says between sobs.

"Oh, I think I will go see what Lewis is up to." Sjin says, squeezing past us and out the door.

"N-no Don't go." Sjin hovers, the door partially open. I raise my eyebrows and he lets the door close, staying inside.

"I-I said don't go!" Smith yells.

"I'm here, Smiffy. Don't worry." Sjin says.

After a few minutes he finally calms down. We sit on the bed, my arm around Smith. Sjin comes and sits next to me and I grab his hand and squeeze. "Thank you," I mouth at him. He nods.

"Do you wanna talk about it, Smiffy?" I ask.

We sit there in silence for a moment, and I briefly wonder if he has started crying again. "Y-yea."

"Take a deep breath, everything will be fine."

"O-okay. I talked to Trott, a-about last night. He-he said it was a mistake."

I nod. "Alright, Smith. Do you wanna trade rooms for tonight? Maybe I could talk to him?"

"A-are you sure?" He looks at me, his eyes puffy and red.

"Yea, I'm sure Sjin won't min-"

Smith's eyes go wide. "No! I can't do that to you! I will just go see if Lewis or Turps will switch rooms for the night." He gets up and I grab his arm.

"Let me do it, Smith." I stand up and hug him again. "A'ight?"

"Thank you, Ross."

"It's alright, Smith. Do you mind if Sjin walks me up to your room?" He nods eagerly. I nod to Sjin and we head out.

"What was that all about?" He asks.

I quickly explain to Sjin about our earlier encounter. We step into the lift and I intertwined our fingers.  

“Thank you, Sjin.” He nods.

“I understand. We still have four nights after this, and we work together. It will all workout.” We step out and Sjin kisses my cheek.

“See you tomorrow,” I wave as the doors slide shut.

I walk down the hall and stop in front of Trott’s room. I knock and Trott answers the door almost immediately.

“Oh, hey Ross. What’s up?” I hear the disappointment in his voice and frown.

“Hey Trott. Have you talked to Smith lately?” I step in and see a room identical to ours.

“Yea, he was here a little while ago but left. Don’t know where he went or when he’ll be back.”

“Alright, Trott, we need to talk. I know about what happened, and I wanna know why. Don’t say you were drunk, because we only had a few drinks. You know how sensitive Smith can be.” I give him a pointed look.

“I wasn’t thinking last night. I did today though, and I don’t want to fuck anything up. He didn’t even seem to care! He just left, saying he didn’t want to see me. I thought he was regretting what happened.” Tears start to fill Trott’s eyes.

“Trott, do you like Smith?” He looks at me but immediately looks away. “Do you know how heartbroken he is? He came to me sobbing. We couldn’t understand him!”

Trott stares at me. “Really,” He says quietly. I nod.

“I think you two need to talk. I’ll go get him. If you wanna talk, or sleep somewhere else, Sjin and I are fine with it.” I leave Trott standing in the middle of the room, staring at the ground.

The door opens and I smile reassuringly at Smith. “I think you should go talk to him.” The words are barely out of my mouth before he is pushing past me and heading for the lift.

“Ross?”

“Don’t worry, we shouldn’t be bothered anymore tonight,” I say, walking up to Sjin and pressing my lips against his.