Impractical Jokers Preferences (Currently Updating)

#25: Irresistible

Sal:  Hotel life isn't as bad as you once thought it was. Of course, having Sal this close to you when you wake up makes you feel like you're back at home. You don't want to wake him, but you can't lay here waiting on him. You slowly get out of the bed, turning to pull the covers back up and around him. You push his hair out of his face as you continue to lean over the bed. You should be in the shower; he's going to be getting a call soon that it's time to pack up and leave. You're not ready to even walk into the corridor. You walk around to the other side of the bed, grabbing the room service menu on your way to the phone. Although security would be wanting Sal soon, there was always time for breakfast. You find the hotel's options for early morning food before picking up the phone and ordering. Sal always complained about how you ordered too much when you called in for room service. But he always ate a little bit of everything you ordered so you just kept the ordering the same. Once you had confirmed breakfast would be up in thirty minutes you head to the shower, glancing at a sleeping Sal as you pass the bed. You had no idea a few weeks ago that you would still be on the road with him, even though the tour is officially over. You just don't find yourself wanting to leave his side, especially since he has made it very clear he wants you around for as long as you want to stay. You had been to everything while being by his side these last few weeks, charity events, interviews, award shows, concerts. You've been a part of his actual life since coming to see him. You made it through what you were used to, the shows. Those were easy. But your desire to be with him has brought you here, to the shower of a hotel where he is sleeping less than ten feet away. You had made it through all of the parts of his life that you were afraid to experience. You had made it through passing with flying colors. So much so that right here, in this hotel bathroom, is the first time it has crossed your mind in the last few weeks that things like public appearances with him and additional media attention are reasons you told yourself you couldn't be with him. Everything had been easy for you, because you had him right there every step of the way. Your fingers begin to wrinkle as your thoughts prolong your shower. When you step out into the steam-filled bathroom, you hear a knock at the door. Breakfast is served. You walk out of the bathroom, the towel around you. The first article of clothing your see is one of Sal's old t-shirts. One he doesn't wear anymore but still brings just so he can see you in it. You slip it over your head and check in the full-length mirror that it's appropriate to answer the door it. It covers everything. You open the door with as big of a smile as you could as this hour of the morning. "Morning," the guy delivering the food says, a little caught off guard at how you had answered the door. "Come on in," you tell him as you hold the door open for him and his cart. He pushes your breakfast all the way into the room, not even bothering to be inconspicuous at looking over at Sal who was still sleeping. He looks around at the floor, a mixture of yours and Sal's clothes strewn over. Well this looks bad. "Guess you had fun with him last night," he remarks, way out of line. He hands you the ticket to sign. "I'm not someone he just picked up from the street, you know," you counter, signing off for your breakfast quickly to get him out. "Then what are you?" He questions as you hand the ticket back to him. You look at him as he waits for an answer.

Brian (Q):  You knew you had to get back to Staten Island; being out here with him wasn't helping your cause with the media and the fans. It isn't like you aren't going to see him when he gets back, but the drive to the airport was brutal. It feels like sending him off on tour. Yes, you already had experience in sending him off on tour, but the first time you had no idea how it was going to feel to not have him around for such a long period of time. For the second tour you were a complete mess. The two of you were still so young it seemed, and you knew exactly how you were going to feel one month down the road without seeing him a single time. So many sleepless nights. He's smiling at you now, but you're trying to hold back the tears. Unsuccessfully. "Why are you crying?" He questions with a laugh. "I have no idea," you answer with a smile. He wipes a falling tear as the car comes to a stop. It's time to go. Security opens the door for you as Brian gets out and grabs your bag from the back. You stand and wait for him to come around the car. "Ready?" He says with a smile, holding his arm out for you to take. You know the eyes are on you, they always are when you're with him. You slide your arm through his and let your hand rest next the one he has in his pocket. "Hi, Brian," the small group of girls waiting outside of the airport say to him as he walks you in. Somehow there were always ones who knew exactly where he will be at all times. "I'll come see you all when I come back out, alright?" The girls nod in excitement. You're counting every step towards the gate. You shouldn't be; you should be cracking jokes with Brian, or at least smiling in his presence. "Hey, you've got to cheer up," he insists as you walk up to the kiosk. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm acting like this," you assure him, because you honestly don't. You've spent most of the last five years away from him. What is the difference now? You only spent this last week with him over here in the U.K. You've traveled with him all over the world but there is something different about this. Once you get checked in, you are faced with the brutally short walk to security. You place your arm back through his, anything to be just a little bit closer for a little bit longer. Not a moment has gone by this week that you have not enjoyed being by Brian's side. In fact, these last few months have been a scene from a movie for the two of you. An unconventional scene from a movie with long nights apart and a lot of people who have decided to not like you anymore. So this probably isn't anything like a movie, but it is definitely something special. You feel him stop and come back from your thoughts. "I'll be back home soon," he assures you and you look around to find yourself standing beside the security line entrance. You nod silently. You don't want to get on this plane by yourself, but this is as far as he is able to go. "Stop," he requests of you as tears begin to fall from your eyes once more. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you plead, embarrassed at your actions. "Soon, okay?" He repeats. "Soon." He pulls you in for a hug and you hold on tightly. Eyes are still on you, but you could care less at this point. He pulls back and looks you in the eyes. You immediately find your lips on his, out of your own action. You quickly pull back. "I'm sorry, I-" Before being able to finish, you feel your lips on his once more. This time, it was his move.