Summary: Zeke never bargained on this when he decided to be a nice guy.
Sometimes it didn't pay to be a nice guy. At Chad's urging, Zeke agreed to room with Ryan on the senior trip. Then he stepped in to break up the carefully staged fight between Chad and Troy and offered to switch rooms. Zeke thought Chad would be better off just coming out and admitting that he and Ryan were dating, but that wasn't his call. The plan worked and he found himself lying awake in his hotel room while Troy snored like an outboard motor. But that wasn't what was keeping him awake.
Chad and Ryan had apparently decided to use the bed on the wall directly behind Zeke's head. Their muted voices carried through the wall as they talked. But it was the laughter that was driving Zeke mad. It began as mutual laughter, then an occasional giggle. Eventually, though, the laughter became incessant and Zeke sat up, wondering what on earth could possibly be that funny. It belatedly occurred to him that one of the guys was apparently into being tickled--presumably Ryan, since Zeke knew from experience that anyone who tickled Chad for more than ten seconds risked having his lights punched out. The laughter abruptly stopped and Zeke was finally able to relax. But then the moaning and hissing began. Zeke rolled over, shut his eyes and began to recite the pledge of allegiance…to no avail.
What followed was the lewdest groan Zeke had ever heard. He looked at the wall, understanding better than he ever wanted to, why Chad never let anyone tickle him.
"Oh, yes, right there. Right there…"
"You look so damned hot like that."
"Stop looking and do something."
"Why don't you do something? You've been a fucking pillow queen all night."
"Come over here and say that to my face."
"I'd rather say it to your ribs."
"Ow! Ryan! Come on, you'll put bruises on my bruises."
"Want me to kiss them and make them better for you?"
"Oh, hell yes!"
"Too bad. I've done all the work tonight. When do I get to have a little fun?"
"You've got a free hand, don't you? Ow!"
Zeke groaned and put a pillow over his face when the giggling began anew. He took it off a few moments later when it stopped and he sat up to look for the remote. No point in trying to sleep while they were still going at it. Another cry pierced the wall and Zeke couldn't help but squirm. When he began to hear the sounds of labored breathing he leapt out of bed and went to sit on the floor in front of the television. He knew that hotel walls could be thin, but he never imagined that it would be possible to hear breathing--even heavy breathing--through a wall.
There was a knock on the door and he grabbed a tee shirt and put it on before answering. It was huge and loose and it hid his slight problem, the inevitable result of hearing two people having sex a dozen feet away. He opened the door and was confronted by a very pissed off Sharpay. Zeke was surprised to see her, but it immediately dawned on him that her room was on the other side of Chad and Ryan's. She had a single, of course, and thus didn't have the highly questionable "benefit" of having a snorer in her room to dull the sound of the two lovers.
"You can't sleep either?" he asked, leaning on the doorframe.
"I'm surprised anyone can sleep with that going on," she replied. "Or that," she added, nodding in the direction of Troy's bed. Zeke shrugged.
"Are they always like that?"
"Who knows? Back home Ryan's bedroom is far away from mine."
"Do you think if we knocked on the door they'd tone it down a bit?" Zeke suggested. Sharpay snorted derisively.
"From the way it sounded from my room, you could detonate a nuke and it wouldn't make a difference," she said. "But I had a better idea."
"Yeah? What?" Zeke replied, a split second before Sharpay grabbed the front of his tee and dragged him off to her room.
Sometimes being a nice guy pays off. Sometimes nice guys don't finish last. But Zeke did; he is a gentleman, after all.