Trever slowly managed to finish pushing his beast to the back of his mind as he kept his eyes on Ravi. He wasn't sure how he had so much energy left after they ran around, but he was honestly a little worried that it would manifest itself into something unpleasant again, so he quickly wracked his brain for an idea to wear him out the rest of the way. 

"Um... Ravi, would you like to play fetch with ducky?" he asked as he began to reach back to retrieve the stuffed toy. 

Except, when Ravi quickly shook his head, Trever slowly let the ducky fall from his fingers. He sifted through any other possible activates and mentally shrugged as he offered his next suggestion. 

"What about going for a swim in your dog form?"

It was pretty cold outside, but his dog should be fine in the pool... and it was dark out so no one would probably be there. 

"I don't want to go swimming," Ravi stated with another shake of his head. 

Unable to remain sitting where he was completely naked any longer, Trever reached up and grabbed a clean towel, then wrapped it around his waist before getting to his feet. 

Ravi quickly fumbled himself upward, too, then awkwardly backed out of the bathroom as Trever nervously took steps forward. 

The guy thankfully didn't crowd him, allowing him to go back into the bedroom area and tug on a pair of sweatpants. Of course, he could feel his eyes on him the entire time, but he was getting used to that, at least. 

Once he had his sweatpants on, Trever dropped down to sit on the bed, then lifted his eyes back to where Ravi still stood near the bathroom. The guy was all nervous smiles and fidgeting.

Sneaking a glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, Trever inwardly groaned. 

Three in the morning. 

He needed to get some sleep or there was no way he'd be able to deal with the shit show he was, no doubt, going to walk into later that day. 

"I'm sorry I kissed you without permission, master Trever."

Oh? 

He hadn't honestly expected an apology from the guy, but it was appreciated and calmed him down a bit more. 

"I accept your apology, but please don't do that again. If there's ever something that's bothering you so much that you feel you need to act on it without someone else's consent, then you need to tell me, okay?"

His voice was very slightly chastising, but he made sure to keep it lighter than he normally would with other people. Ravi seemed to understand well enough, though, because he quickly nodded his agreement without looking stressed that he'd been reprimanded. 

Okay, crisis averted. 

"Master Trever?" 

Trever pulled the blankets back from the bed and promptly flopped over onto his side with an exhausted sigh as he responded with a simple "hmm?".  

"Um, there is something I want to do, master Trever," Ravi said, his voice almost too quiet to hear as the air-conditioner kicked on near the door. 

"Oh?" Trever mumbled as he slowly pushed himself back up into a sitting position. 

"What would you like to do?" he asked, hoping that it wasn't something that would take too long. 

Ravi twisted his hands together nervously, making the gesture look almost painful. Yet, even after a minute of waiting, he still said nothing. 

"Ravi?" Trever verbally nudged, needing to know what he needed so that they could finally get some rest. 

The guy looked more and more stressed as the silence stretched on, but right as Trever was about to get back out of bed to check on him, Ravi suddenly darted back into the bathroom. 

I'm... so confused. 

Tossing the covers aside, Trever swung his legs over the edge of the bed right as Ravi reappeared, carrying a pair of Trever's discarded pants.

The confusion is growing quite quickly.

Ravi nervously shuffled forward until he was close enough to hold the pants out to Trever, who awkwardly reached out and took them. 

The guy didn't seem to know what to do with his hands now that they were empty again, so he went back to twisting them together in front of him as he finally mumbled out new words. 

"I-I... want to put my hand in master T-Trever's pocket." 

I... don't think I'm ever going to understand this person. 

Still, he could at least try. No one could understand someone else one-hundred percent, anyways. 

"You want to put your hand in my pant's pocket?" he asked, trying to wrap his mind around the request. 

Ravi gave a jerky nod, then pointed to the pants Trever had let settle in his lap. 

"Master Trever is very warm, but he doesn't like touching, but I want to feel his heat," Ravi said as he looked down at his feet, unable to meet his eyes any longer. 

That almost sounds like a line from a cheesy porno. 

He felt bad just for thinking that, but it was true! 

"So, let me try to get this straight. You want me to put my pants back on so that you can put your hand in my pocket because it will be warm?" 

Ravi's eyes immediately jumped back up to his, a new light in them shining forth. 

"Yes! Yes, sir!" he said with the slightest hint of a nervous smile slipping onto his face. 

Normally, I wouldn't trust something so ridiculous if it came out of anyone else's mouth, but I can't really see any sort of lie in his eyes. He just looks genuinely excited. 

He definitely wasn't a fan of touching, just like Ravi had said, but if it really was just holding onto his pocket and not groping or anything... 

Groaning quietly, Trever fell back down and yanked the blankets up to his waist as he tossed the dirty pair of pants back on the floor, making Ravi partially reach out to catch them, but hold himself back at the last second. 

The guy's smile vanished when the pants hit the floor,  but Trever just smiled faintly and yawned before scooting more toward the middle of the bed, then patting the spot in front of him. 

"Come here, Ravi," he rasped, sleep already edging its way back into his mind. 

Ravi's brow furrowed as he looked down at the pants still on the floor, then back up at Trever. He repeated the process several times before looking down at the only thing currently covering himself. 

Oh crap, I forgot he's only wearing a towel. 

Thankfully, the guy seemed to realize that Trever had made a mistake and forgotten to tell him to get dressed, because Ravi quickly turned and headed for his suitcase. He only pulled on a pair of boxers, but considering he'd been invited into bed practically naked by mistake, Trever would take the small victory. 

As soon as Ravi was content with his newly not-really clothed self, he hurried back to the bed and carefully climbed up, seemingly having a bit of trouble with the added height of the hotel bed since their previous room had been quite a bit lower. 

His human side is actually kind of, almost, cute. Sometimes. 

It kind of reminded him of when he'd refused to climb the stairs back at Wyatt's apartment, but he seemed to clear the hurdle of the bed much easier. It probably helped that all Trever could see in the guy's eyes was excited determination instead of stress. 

He flopped down the second he got completely up onto the bed, then hugged his hands to his chest and pursed his lips, clearly trying not to reach out and grab him. 

"Okay Ravi, we're going to do what you want, but I need you to do exactly as I say, okay?" Trever said as his heartbeat picked up with every single word he spoke. 

He knew that what he was doing was probably considered a reward for the guy, and after what he'd done without permission, he probably didn't deserve one, but everybody was different. Ravi had gotten his punishment, being reprimanded, already, and Trever knew that he didn't process things quite like most others. What both of them needed right then was some sleep, and if giving him a little leeway would allow for that, then he thought that it was fine. 

Ravi nodded repeatedly, his ridiculous curls making little wispy sounds against the sheets as he moved. Trever waited for him to calm down again before reaching up with his own, slightly-shaky hand. 

"The sweatpants I'm wearing have pockets," he said quietly, honestly wanting to burry his face in the pillows as he spoke. 

Ravi's eyes shone so bright at that moment that Trever nearly had to squint. 

"Okay, so um... you can put your hand in this pocket," he said as he rolled over onto his back, then reached down to slip his thumb into the pocket at his side as an example.

"No rubbing against me or digging farther down into the pocket, cause it's pretty big," he said, making Ravi nod with each rule. 

"Y-you have to earn going farther into it," he said, feeling so unbelievably awkward that he was actually setting rules on someone putting their hand into his own pocket. 

"Yes sir, I understand!" Ravi chimed as he wiggled back and forth on his side, clearly trying to hold back his excitement until he was given the okay to finally do what he so-desperately wanted. 

Okay, enough stalling. 

Squeezing his eyes closed for a moment, Trever just decided to let the guy do it. He also couldn't bring himself to open his eyes back up, because he was just that tired. 

"Go ahead," he said as clearly as he could force himself to. 

He honestly expected the guy's hand to shoot right into the pocket, then down its long length, but to his surprise, he barely felt anything as two hesitant fingertips just-barely nudged the edge of the fabric open and settled there without moving a single centimeter farther. 

That's... it?

He waited for five minutes, counting out each second as it passed... and yet, the guy's fingers didn't move a single inch. 

He waited another ten minutes, but when the only thing that changed was the sound in the room, because Ravi's quiet, barely-there snores started up, he couldn't believe it. 

You literally lose control of yourself and kiss me, then cry when I don't react positively. Then you ask to put your hand down my pants, technically, and you only put two little fingertips inside the lining of the outer fabric? 

He was so confused, but also too tired to even care anymore at that point. So, after one more minute of stressing, Trever sighed out a deep, calming breath and let himself finally drift off to sleep to the sound of Ravi's gentle snoring.