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intheheartTitle: Blizzard
Rating: R for overt sexual situations
Summary: Hector reconciles himself to the blizzard.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Still catching up. Alas.
"What the fuck is all this white shit," Hector says. It's not a question.
It is, however, kind of funny, because Hector is not an idiot and he does know what snow is; he's been to the mountains before. Hell, he's been home for the holidays with Theo and his ridiculous family, and their whole deal is mountains and mountains of snow. Apparently it isn't really Christmas for the Warminds unless there's snow.
The problem now is of course that it isn't Christmas at all. It is in fact early March, and Hector has taken advantage of Theo's school's spring break and his company's liberal vacation policies to spirit his husband away for what he thought would be a nice, peaceful vacation in the mountains of Colorado. They both like the mountains, the isolation and the spiky majesty of the view outside their hotel room window. Hector was picturing long afternoons out in nature, hiking in the woods, watching the sun set before heading back down to the hotel for an equally long night in. But right now the view outside the window is sheet-white snow falling faster than he could have imagined snow could fall, so all of that's off the table. Except maybe the night in.
Theo, on the other hand, looks delighted. "It's a blizzard," he says, almost reverently, pressing his palm up against the glass like a toddler being told to wait before he goes out to play. "I haven't seen a snowstorm like this since I was a kid."
"I haven't ever seen a snowstorm like this," Hector says, "and I would have been happy to never see a snowstorm like this."
Theo laughs at him, and turns back to the window, and it's kind of a lie because even if the storm itself is a piece of fuckery that Hector could have lived without, Theo's expression is something he never wants to give up. All that happiness, and what's more it's relaxed happiness, when Theo so often looks stressed or worried. He looks joyous now, bright like a kid and so radiantly handsome, and Hector feels a lump rise in his throat.
Maybe this was a good idea after all.
Rating: R for overt sexual situations
Summary: Hector reconciles himself to the blizzard.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Still catching up. Alas.
"What the fuck is all this white shit," Hector says. It's not a question.
It is, however, kind of funny, because Hector is not an idiot and he does know what snow is; he's been to the mountains before. Hell, he's been home for the holidays with Theo and his ridiculous family, and their whole deal is mountains and mountains of snow. Apparently it isn't really Christmas for the Warminds unless there's snow.
The problem now is of course that it isn't Christmas at all. It is in fact early March, and Hector has taken advantage of Theo's school's spring break and his company's liberal vacation policies to spirit his husband away for what he thought would be a nice, peaceful vacation in the mountains of Colorado. They both like the mountains, the isolation and the spiky majesty of the view outside their hotel room window. Hector was picturing long afternoons out in nature, hiking in the woods, watching the sun set before heading back down to the hotel for an equally long night in. But right now the view outside the window is sheet-white snow falling faster than he could have imagined snow could fall, so all of that's off the table. Except maybe the night in.
Theo, on the other hand, looks delighted. "It's a blizzard," he says, almost reverently, pressing his palm up against the glass like a toddler being told to wait before he goes out to play. "I haven't seen a snowstorm like this since I was a kid."
"I haven't ever seen a snowstorm like this," Hector says, "and I would have been happy to never see a snowstorm like this."
Theo laughs at him, and turns back to the window, and it's kind of a lie because even if the storm itself is a piece of fuckery that Hector could have lived without, Theo's expression is something he never wants to give up. All that happiness, and what's more it's relaxed happiness, when Theo so often looks stressed or worried. He looks joyous now, bright like a kid and so radiantly handsome, and Hector feels a lump rise in his throat.
Maybe this was a good idea after all.
