Daniel had taken the time they were alone to slip off his shoes and scout out the room. It seemed to have been recently painted an off-white, and while the bed was probably the one James had used growing up, the rest of the room was bright and cheerful. So not the childhood room he’d envisioned for James. “Thanks.” Daniel sat on the side of the bed, wiggling his toes to get the blood flowing to them again.
James pulled open the closet and tossed his suitcase onto the side of the bed, popping it open before hanging up some of the most wrinkled clothes in the history of mankind. “What are you doing?” Daniel stopped him. “Those poor shirts look like they want to hide away in shame—either that or just do themselves in and have it over with.” He snapped the shirts and smoothed out some of the wrinkles before opening one of his suitcases, pulling out his portable steamer.
“Thanks. I was going to ask Mom to iron them for me,” James told him, and Daniel shook his head. “What?”
Daniel shrugged. It wasn’t his place to spout his opinion about everything James did. “Nothing.” Daniel helped James hang up his clothes and then unpacked as well.
“How much do you need?” James asked as Daniel proceeded to pretty much fill the small closet.
“There’s day wear, evening wear, sportswear. I need things to sleep in as well as a robe and scarves so I can hide some of my features. I had no idea what sort of activities there were going to be, so I had to pack for most every occasion.” Daniel put his hands on his hips, giving James that glare like he was being ridiculous and smiling when he simply nodded. “Guys have it easy.” He pointed to the closet, and James put his hands in the air.
“I will never complain about my sisters or mother taking too long to get ready again. I promise.” James closed his mostly empty suitcase and slid it under the far side of the bed. “How much longer will you be?” James asked. “I thought that after all that drama, you and I could get out of here and drive up to Glacier National Park. We’ll travel through one of the mountain passes. The views are amazing, and it will give us a chance to have some time away.”
From the wedding schedule ahead, it seemed like this could be their only chance. “Let me get my jacket and some sensible shoes and we can go.”
* * *
“Thank you for an amazing afternoon,” Daniel said when he and James were once again behind the closed and locked door of their bedroom for the night. Finally, Daniel felt he could relax a little, releasing the tension from his shoulders and back.
“I sometimes forget how breathtaking it is up there,” James said as he sat down on the far side of the bed, tugging off his shirt. “Oh, I forgot,” he said, and handed Daniel a small bag.
“What’s this?” He opened the white paper bag, pulling out something wrapped in tissue paper.
“I wanted you to have a memento to remember our day together.” He leaned across the bed, showing off acres of muscle and honey-gold skin that Daniel ached to touch. “I stood in the gift shop, looked all over, and realized I know so little about you.” He drew nearer, and Daniel was reminded that everything was still tucked. He turned away and, as discreetly as he could, released the family jewels before things got painful, because certain parts of him were reacting to that smile with gusto. “Most everything I saw was for women, and they had these high heel and purse Christmas ornaments, but I didn’t want to get you something like that.” James swallowed, and Daniel found himself leaning closer, being pulled toward him simply by the intensity in his eyes.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re more than the shoes, purses, and dresses.” He motioned to the package, and Daniel slowly opened it to reveal a small, detailed, leaded glass light catcher with a mountain scene. “This is a rendition of a view from the Going-to-the-Sun Road, and the color they used for the sky reminded me of your eyes, with the highlights of purple that run through.” James looked deeply into Daniel’s eyes as though he were trying to verify that he was correct. Daniel held the piece up to the light, sending sparkles onto the wall.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered.
James leaned a little closer. “I’m glad you like it,” he breathed. Warmth flooded through Daniel. Was James going to kiss him? Daniel licked his lips and felt his breath hitch in anticipation, the sounds from the rest of the house receding until only the rush of blood through his ears remained. James slowly stood, Daniel’s gaze following him around the bed as he drew closer, his shoulders hunching slightly, flat belly flexing as he moved. Excitement built as the air in the room filled with tension and anticipation. “Do you want to use the bathroom first or should I?”