V is for Vermont




 

The flight was pretty much uneventful. Luckily, the ticket was for first class…only the finest for Brian. Too bad Brian wasn’t on the flight with him. Work. He knew Brian’s work was what paid for the loft and PIFA, and yes, even this trip. But Brian was supposed to be with him, not back in Pittsburgh or Chicago or wherever he was at that minute.

The cold air outside the airport stung his face, turning his nose and cheeks rosy red in just the few minutes it took for him to walk up to the cab queue. Justin gave him the destination and sat back, watching the scenery as it went by.

Fresh snow had fallen overnight and Justin loved the color of the evergreens against the backdrop of the white snow. But no matter how lovely the winter scene was he still missed Brian. He wondered if he had made the right decision coming to Vermont alone. Whether it was right or not, it’s what he had done and he was going to make the best of it.

He had no problem checking in as Brian had put both of their names on the reservation. Did he know there was a chance that he wasn’t going to be able to accompany Justin on the trip?

Justin looked around the room, pleased at the quiet luxury it exuded. A king-sized bed stood at one end of the room opposite a wall of windows with a spectacular view of the snow-covered mountains. A large, secluded balcony also off the bedroom sported a large hot-tub. Justin’s gaze hovered over the area, a wistful look on his face. He could imagine joining Brian in the hot-tub before climbing into the large bed for some very pleasant activity.

The sun was setting and Justin realized how hungry he was. He opted to join other guests at the dining area on the first level. The other men he met there seemed nice but he turned down several offers of companionship for the night. None could hold a candle to Brian, so why bother?

A drink in front of the fire and some more small talk took up another few hours. By then he was pretty tired, so he said good-night to the few men he had been talking to and excused himself to his room. He stripped down to his tightie-whities and crawled into the large bed. He was asleep within seconds.

He was dreaming that Brian was with him, which wasn’t unusual as he often dreamt about Brian. He felt the soft, feather-like kisses by his ear and down his neck. He felt the smooth fingers as they moved down his body.

“Brian,” he moaned softly.

“What do you want, Sunshine?”

Justin’s eyes flew open only to be greeted by soft hazel eyes. “You are here! I thought I was dreaming. But how…why?”

“We can talk about that in the morning. Please tell me you’re not going to make me talk now. I can think of a better use of our time, can’t you?”

The answer was a big sunshine smile and a kiss that curled his toes.

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