John hears the phrase two weeks off and thinks of snow, of skis and boards and mugs of hot chocolate and clothing so insulated it feels like you're in the tropics. Cam hears the same words and thinks of a beach, somewhere with umbrellas and water and pineapples, where the most they'd have to worry about would be suntan lotion and towels.
They talk about it and talk about it, and it doesn't cause a fight, but they both realise that they're going to have to come to some sort of compromise. A week here, a week there, maybe, or somewhere else entirely.
"We could just stay here," Cam suggests that night, when John's flopped across the bed with a lazy smile on his face, naked as the day he was born. Cam's tracing idle patterns into his hip, and John's eyes open.
"Stay here for two weeks," he muses. "We wouldn't even have to leave the apartment."
"We'll just tell them we packed up and went to North Carolina." Cam continues. "But we'll hang around here in our pajamas."
Compromise: John/Cam, sunshine or snow?
Date: 2011-01-16 11:34 pm (UTC)They talk about it and talk about it, and it doesn't cause a fight, but they both realise that they're going to have to come to some sort of compromise. A week here, a week there, maybe, or somewhere else entirely.
"We could just stay here," Cam suggests that night, when John's flopped across the bed with a lazy smile on his face, naked as the day he was born. Cam's tracing idle patterns into his hip, and John's eyes open.
"Stay here for two weeks," he muses. "We wouldn't even have to leave the apartment."
"We'll just tell them we packed up and went to North Carolina." Cam continues. "But we'll hang around here in our pajamas."
"We sleep naked," John counters, and Cam grins.
"Exactly."