White Christmas
Warning: light RPS
"I can't believe we're here," Justin said standing at the door of their suite in the Mammut Snow Hotel.
"Well I thought that maybe we should have a bit of a different Christmas this year. Not that I'd believe in..."
"...Christmas in any way. Yeah yeah."
"So what do you think? Do you like it?" Brian asked.
"Oh this is great, I love it! This has so much more style and class than the Swedish one."
"I agree. Here you can even choose the room with the theme you like best. I thought this would be perfect for us. Although this is a bit too romantic for my taste but this was the only suite they had so I took it."
"This is perfect Brian," Justin said beaming. "Does this have a name?"
"Yeah, 'Flurry'."
"Flurry... it really fits," Justin said looking around the suite. "Ummm Brian?"
"Yeah?"
"How did you manage to get this suite? I mean this must be very popular, especially during Christmas time."
"Well, you just have to book it early."
Justin looked thoughtfully at Brian. "How early?"
"Well you know, like February," Brian said matter-of-factly.
"February?!"
"Yeah."
"You've known since February that we were gonna stay here for Christmas?"
"Well this was one possibility but I had to ask you what you'd like. I couldn't ask you about it in February or you would've talked about it all year long and driven me crazy."
Justin smiled and walked over to Brian. "You know, Mr. Kinney, you're just an old softie," Justin said giving Brian a kiss.
"I am NOT old."
The fact that Brian hadn't objected to being called a softie wasn't lost on Justin but he let that slide and just chuckled. "Of course not; I was speaking figuratively."
"So you mean my figure is old," Brian stated.
Justin slapped Brian playfully on his ass. "Nah, feels good to me. Naturally I need to check the front too to make sure everything still works."
"Sounds like a plan."
Justin started unbuttoning Brian's jeans but Brian stopped him. "Unh unh."
"What?"
"Have you noticed that it's kinda cold in here?"
"Oh."
"Yeah and I'm not looking forward to freezing my balls off."
"Oh we wouldn't want that. So, what are we going to do?"
"Well if Olaf could do it, I'm sure we can too."
"Huh?"
"The sleeping bags."
Justin furrowed his brows and tried to figure out what Brian meant. All of a sudden his eyes brightened. "Oh that! Well let's get to work then. Do you know how to join the two bags together?"
"I guess with zippers. I don't know, I was never a boy scout."
"Well I wasn't either. But you know, you might look hot in a uniform."
Brian just rolled his eyes. "You and your suit fetish."
Justin cocked a brow. "Come on, let's get these bags sorted out so we can get to more important and satisfying tasks."
"Fine with me."
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"Wow! That was hot!" Justin said still a bit out of breath.
"Yeah," Brian grunted. "I've got to hand it to Olaf - he knew what he was talking about."
"Definitely," Justin said and gave Brian a kiss.
Brian sighed. "Christ, fucking in a sleeping bag in a fucking snow hotel - something new every day."
"Well, something to tell your grandkids about."
"Gus is only four."
"Yeah well someday."
"Are you sure this is an appropriate story for kids?"
"Well you can leave the fucking part out," Justin suggested.
"But that's the best part!"
"Yeah well, sometimes you just have to make some sacrifices."
"Guess so."
"Brian?" Justin asked a moment later.
"Yeah?"
"Can we do it again?"
Brian gave Justin a little laugh. "Anything for you Sunshine, anything for you."
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The following evening Brian and Justin were about to go to dinner when Justin saw something - or rather someone.
"Oh my God!" Justin exclaimed.
"What?"
"I think I saw Antti going to the bathroom."
"You mean 'the mile high club' Antti?"
"The one and only."
"Are you sure? Why would he be here?"
"Geez, you never listen; he's from here originally, he must've come here to spend the holiday with his family. And I'm quite sure it was him; I never forget a cute perky butt like that."
Brian rolled his eyes.
"Tell you what, you go to the restaurant and I'll join you in a few minutes."
"Where are you going?"
"I need to use the bathroom."
Brian raised a brow. "Sure you do. I'll wait for you in the restaurant."
"Okay."
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After about twenty minutes, Justin arrived at their dinner table, sat down and nonchalantly began reading through the menu.
Brian looked at Justin for a minute but Justin's face was expressionless. "Well?"
"Well what?" Justin asked without looking up.
"Was it him?"
Justin raised his gaze from the menu and had a wide grin on his face.
Brian gave him a tongue-in-cheek smirk. "I'll take that as a yes."
Justin just grinned.
"Did he remember you?"
Justin huffed. "Of course. When you've met me, you don't forget. You should know that."
"I do."
Justin gave Brian his infamous smile. Brian tried to cover his smile but like so many other times with Justin, he wasn't very successful.
"Let's order," Brian said.
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"So, what are we going to do here?"
"What do you mean? What do people do on their vacations - fuck their brains out. That was my plan too."
"And how is that any different from our everyday life?"
Brian just grinned. "So, what ELSE would you like to do?"
"I wanna meet Santa."
Brian almost choked on his wine. "What?"
"You heard me; I wanna meet Santa."
"Aren't you a little too old for that?"
"No. Besides, we can't go back to Pittsburgh after visiting Santa's home and not seeing him."
"You know Sunshine, you're scaring me a little."
"And we can ask for an autograph for Gus; he'd love that!" Justin said excitedly.
Brian shook his head. "Okay, we'll visit Santa."
"Great! By the way, did you know that Santa gets hundreds of thousands of letters every year?"
"No I didn't know that and I don't know how you did."
"I did some research."
"You did research on Santa? Geez, we need to think of a new hobby for you."
Justin stuck his tongue out at Brian.
"Soo, has Santa ever gotten any letters from a certain Justin Taylor?"
Justin blushed a little.
"I knew that," Brian smirked.
"Oh give me a break, I lived in a WASP family - of course we sent letters to Santa."
"Did you always get what you wished for?"
"Most of the time. Although there was one Christmas when I wished for a Ken - you know, Barbie's boyfriend Ken - but never got it. Maybe my parents had some suspicions about me and didn't want to encourage me. But it's okay, I've gotten over it. Besides, I've got a Ken of my own now."
Brian raised his brows and gave Justin a meaningful look.
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"Wasn't Santa adorable?" Justin asked Brian when they were having coffee after meeting Santa.
"I wouldn't say adorable but he was all right. And he sure was a helluva lot more convincing than Mr. Merrick."
"Who the fuck is Mr. Merrick?"
"He was this guy who pretended to be Santa when I was a kid."
"Oh. Well it's understandable that he wasn't very good 'cause he was just a fraud and we met the real thing."
"Maybe we should do an ad campaign for Santa. The slogan could be something like 'Fuck the frauds - meet the real thing! Sit on Santa's lap and make a wish! Get a ride with Santa!' What do you think?"
"I think that sounds dirty - a ride with Santa?"
"On his sleigh of course."
"Oh."
"You know, you have a dirty, one-track mind."
"Can you blame me? Look who I'm living with," Justin said raising his brows.
Brian shrugged. "Yeah well, maybe it's rubbed off on you a bit."
"Wanna go back to our suite to rub off some more on me?" Justin asked with a devious look on his face.
"You read my mind - let's go."
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"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I booked a smoke sauna and a hot tub for us tomorrow."
"A smoke sauna? What the fuck is that? Can you smoke in there?"
"No, of course not. It's a special type of sauna without a chimney."
"And we have to go there because...?"
"It's a traditional thing in Finland. Besides, you'll get a free beer," Brian smirked.
"Great," Justin said but not very enthusiastically. "Well at least there's that hot tub," he said raising a brow.
"Don't get your hopes up; the hot tub is outside the hotel and there isn't a lot of privacy."
Justin sighed and then it hit him. "Outside? What do you mean outside?!"
"Outside as in fresh air," Brian stated.
"You can't be serious; it must be -40 degrees!"
"You're being overly dramatic; it's only -15. Besides, the water is hot."
"If I freeze to death, I'm gonna blame you."
"Might be a bit difficult six feet under, don't you think?"
Justin just rolled his eyes.
"Besides, I know something even crazier."
"Oh, like what?"
"Well, people have an odd habit of cooling off after being in the sauna."
"What kind of habit?"
"They make snow angels or just roll in the snow."
"You mean naked?"
"Of course naked."
Justin looked doubtfully at Brian. "You're just fucking with me here, aren't you?"
"No I'm not. This time," Brian smirked.
"Christ! These Finns sure make a weird bunch."
"Tell me about it."
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Brian and Justin were in their room at the Northern Lights hotel spending their last night. Brian had reserved a room for them so they could have some privacy and enjoy an excellent dinner together - maybe even a bit of romance too - not that Brian would ever admit that. Brian looked a little worriedly at Justin who was standing by the window looking out and being unusually quiet.
"Justin?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I was just admiring the landscape. It's so white here. So clean. In Pittsburgh the snow is always a little dirty, you know?"
"Yeah, I have to admit it's really beautiful here," 'almost as beautiful as you', Brian added to himself and wrapped his arms around Justin and put his chin on Justin's shoulder.
"I never thought that snow could be so clean and flawless; it's almost like a postcard - so unreal."
"Yeah, a genuine White Christmas."
The End
For those who are interested; pics for the story:
the suite:
http://www.snowcastle.net/web/viewer.php?id=108 (you have to scroll a bit)
the smoke sauna & the hot tub:
http://www.snowcastle.net/web/viewer.php?id=134
*** Merry Christmas! ***
*** Hyvää joulua! ***
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