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PSL - Christmas Holiday
Dec. 24th, 2015 10:31 amHonestly, Lee doesn't do a lot of research before he decides to book the inn at Kagura. He's heard various people talking about it, and it sounds sort of romantic, a cozy ski lodge in the mountains. Of course the plans aren't exactly romantic, but he doesn't think the mood will hurt anyway.
He's still shocked that Connor agreed so quickly to come here with him. As a Buddhist, Lee has let his interest in Christian holidays wane, but Christmas is still something he enjoys. And he has a lot of memories of his family, though he knows he wouldn't be seeing them anyway (always an excuse and an apology, because if his mother saw him now, she'd know), and he hates the idea of being alone. When he thought about it, who he would want to spend the day with, all he could think of was Connor.
It's dangerous, Lee knows that. They have an amazing sexual chemistry that Lee can't deny, but beyond that there's something else, something Lee can't let happen. Connor's already hurting, being here away from his family, from his life, and he can't let them fall in love. Connor seems good at distancing himself at least, so all Lee has to do is swallow anything he feels down and, if he can't stop it from blooming, at least keep it hidden.
The ride in the tram is terrifying, though the operator keeps assuring them it's fine, that the tram has never broken down as long as he's been operating it (and, based on his age, that seems like it might be decades). He also asks them about a hundred questions, mostly about their status as a couple, and Lee deflects as best as he can, glancing over at Connor periodically to make sure he's not too upset by all the implications the guy is making about them. There's a huge part of him that just wants to pretend Connor's his boyfriend and this is a grand romantic gesture, but he bites his tongue and keeps his hands to himself and reminds himself of every tumor in his body that won't let him have what he wants. He's lucky he has this, very lucky, and he won't take it for granted.
The arrive at the lodge and Lee checks them in, a nice suite, the most expensive one available. He figures there's no reason to save money here, since he won't be around to spend it anyway. And Connor's more than worth the expense.
Among the things Lee has heard about this place, he remembers the enchanted mistletoe the best. So, when he spots a bunch, he intentionally takes a step to the left to put him underneath it. He sticks in place immediately, just like he's caught between two panes of glass, and he laughs, delighted. "Connor," he says, turning his head (since his body is trapped), still smiling brightly. "Can you...?" he implores, looking up at the mistletoe above his head.
He's still shocked that Connor agreed so quickly to come here with him. As a Buddhist, Lee has let his interest in Christian holidays wane, but Christmas is still something he enjoys. And he has a lot of memories of his family, though he knows he wouldn't be seeing them anyway (always an excuse and an apology, because if his mother saw him now, she'd know), and he hates the idea of being alone. When he thought about it, who he would want to spend the day with, all he could think of was Connor.
It's dangerous, Lee knows that. They have an amazing sexual chemistry that Lee can't deny, but beyond that there's something else, something Lee can't let happen. Connor's already hurting, being here away from his family, from his life, and he can't let them fall in love. Connor seems good at distancing himself at least, so all Lee has to do is swallow anything he feels down and, if he can't stop it from blooming, at least keep it hidden.
The ride in the tram is terrifying, though the operator keeps assuring them it's fine, that the tram has never broken down as long as he's been operating it (and, based on his age, that seems like it might be decades). He also asks them about a hundred questions, mostly about their status as a couple, and Lee deflects as best as he can, glancing over at Connor periodically to make sure he's not too upset by all the implications the guy is making about them. There's a huge part of him that just wants to pretend Connor's his boyfriend and this is a grand romantic gesture, but he bites his tongue and keeps his hands to himself and reminds himself of every tumor in his body that won't let him have what he wants. He's lucky he has this, very lucky, and he won't take it for granted.
The arrive at the lodge and Lee checks them in, a nice suite, the most expensive one available. He figures there's no reason to save money here, since he won't be around to spend it anyway. And Connor's more than worth the expense.
Among the things Lee has heard about this place, he remembers the enchanted mistletoe the best. So, when he spots a bunch, he intentionally takes a step to the left to put him underneath it. He sticks in place immediately, just like he's caught between two panes of glass, and he laughs, delighted. "Connor," he says, turning his head (since his body is trapped), still smiling brightly. "Can you...?" he implores, looking up at the mistletoe above his head.
