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Chapter Three,

Jason grumbled a good morning to the sun, greeting it with a yawn with a smile as he relaxed for a moment till the elevator stopped at the third stop. The lite number '3' as the metal doors swished open. He soon after the exit was clear, pushed the maids cart in front and zipped towards the first door on the right. "Okay, lets get this done," Jason looked down the line of smooth golden, shimmering door knobs to find most had 'do not disturb' passes hanging elegantly from the knobs, but finally four doors down, one room did not and Jason racking out a bed sheet and two pillow cases. The room was totally trashed, looked as though a tornado had gone through. The male mutt sighed scratching the back of his head as he started work on cleaning the room to standard 'tightness' of the hotel.

Jason's full shift of five hours struck out, tiredly he wiped his brow from the beads of sweat and came to the last room he'd be able to finish before passing out. Calmly, he knocked, waiting for a moment then entered with his master key and pulled, as every other room, two pillowcases and a sheet. Jason walked across the room and shifted the white curtains open which forced the blooming sunset to burst in through the glass which lit up the rest of the room.The two pillows placed lopsided on the bed were stripped, along with the mattress and then the sheets of off white ivory replaced with the fresh pine scented sheets followed by the thick, neutral green colored top blanket.

A bit of the sun's rays slipped in onto the guitar that sat near the bedside table on a stand. It's cover was brown with the tasteful strays of lighter brown through the base color all while, the white cover top around the guitar strings. Jason's eyes grew with interest as he lingered the pads of his finger against the strings creating a hollow sound to it, like a soulless instruments, without it's player. He looked left and right, then dared to take hold of the instrument strolling the strap across his shoulder like a comfortable fit.

Dean growled as the elevator opened, creating an entrance to the metal rectangle, operated by a long metallic cord and the pressing of a button, shined up by a light and number. He made it in and up to the fourth floor, and down the left hallway, the key in his pocket jingling against the small change that was the contents of his jeans. The key slipped through the hole and jingled free the lock, the door slowly cracking open to find Jason, using the magic of his fingers to play the strings like a pro.

The rock star rose a brow in curiosity finding the attractive young man, sitting on the edge of the hotel rooms bed, his personal guitar in the hands of a stranger. All while, Jason being totally caught up in the song he was strumming, he didn't notice the arrival till the door clicked shut.

"Well hello, what a pleasant surprise." Dean smiled pulling off his leather coat and lacing it over the backrest of a chair.

"i'm so sorry sir, I couldn't resist it I-" jason stood up quickly, embarrassed and with a blush over his cheeks placed the guitar back on it's stand, finishing the covers, using his palm to straighten the blankets.

"No, why don't you show me more," Dean smirked as he sat in an armrest chair, crossing his right leg over his left, looking through the shaded glass of his sun glasses. Still blushing, Jason grabbed the guitar and began playing once more for the handsome male.

'I'll never forget the day I played that guitar for you. It changed my life forever, from then on I would be wrapped around your finger. The spell your eyes weaved would keep my heart on edge, like no other person had ever done to me,'

End of Chapter Three