“You’ve made a choice to finally do something for yourself, and they’re not happy about it and are trying to make you feel like it’s a mistake.” Mister Charlie pressed a hand to his chest. “You’d know if it was a mistake. You’d feel it, here.”
“I hate that they hurt, but I don’t regret going,” he admitted.
“I am very much looking forward to it as well. We have an amazing suite; you’re going to love it. At least, I hope you will love it.” Mister Charlie bent and kissed his cheek. “Finish up. The car will be here soon.”
“Yes, Sir. Are you sure we’ll have enough to do?” he teased. They could spend hours and hours just talking, playing cards. They enjoyed each other’s company.
“I’m sure we’ll manage. After all, one day we’ll spend eating our own body weight in turkey, and the next we’ll be in bed all day sleeping it off. We could always try to break our record.”
“Are you talking about lazing in bed records or multiple orgasm records?” It was an important distinction.
“Why not both? We could make them one and the same. The bedroom has a fireplace and a Jacuzzi tub, and room service is included so, in theory, we wouldn’t have to go anywhere at all.”
“Ooh…snow. Fire. Bubbles. I might just pop one off now…”
Mister Charlie laughed. “The car will be here any second, but I’m happy to watch if you can hurry…”
He cracked up, wrapping his arms around his lover. “Thank you, Mister Charlie. For being you.”
He got a big bear hug in return. “Mhm. You too, my love.” Charles’s phone rang, and he could feel it vibrate against his hip. “That’s the car, I bet.”
“We’re going to go play!” He might have bounced. “I’ll grab the bags.”
Mister Charlie answered the phone while he wrestled their bags downstairs. “We’re on our way. Yes, plenty of time. Oh, Ryder is on his way with our luggage. I’m sure he’d appreciate the help. Thank you.”
He grabbed his coat and started moving bags to the landing. It was almost like getting ready to ride.
He glanced at his phone. “Sorry, Momma. I needed to do this, for me.”
Mister Charlie picked up a suitcase and carried it down the stairs. “We have about a three-hour drive, so we can look at the brochure on the way and make some plans if you want to.”
“Sounds perfect.” He smiled, nodded. “Happy Thanksgiving, Sir.”
Charles stopped moving and smiled at him. “Happy Thanksgiving, Ryder. I’m so glad we’re doing this.”
“I am too. I love you, Sir. Let’s go play.”
They were out the door and getting comfy in the car in no time, and Charles had an arm around him as they left the lake house behind.
He didn’t even start sitting apart from Charles. No, he snuggled right into his lover’s side. He knew how his man was on long car rides. Charles would be dozing before too long.
“What are you looking forward to the most, lover?” He was eager to see the snow, to relax, and not deal with fighting and politics.
“Letting you be as pampered as I usually am. You won’t have to cook, clean, make a bed…nothing.”
“I’ll just get to love on you. It sounds like heaven.” Nothing to do but be…a couple.
“Mhm. Something to celebrate and be thankful for. Have you ever been skiing?”
“I have, sort of. I’ve done the Cowboy Downhill in Steamboat Springs a few years. I only fell eighty times…”
“This sounds like one of those things I need to look up on YouTube.” Mister Charlie liked to tease him.
“Totally. Look up rodeo twins crash and burn on the slopes.” He cracked up.
Charles pulled out his phone and grinned at him. “Oh, did you mean later? You probably meant later.”
He grabbed Charles’s phone and found the video. He wasn’t ashamed; he thought it was hilarious. He’d rolled down the damn slope.