It had been a last ditch effort to get his sensual lover to spare him, but now that they were on his private jet to New York City, Brontes felt something akin to excitement. The last trip he’d taken for fun was centuries ago, and then he’d been alone. He could feel Svane’s nails digging into the palm of his hand, and felt a small smile on his face despite himself. Who knew he was so easily frightened?
Though, he also wasn’t a fan of air travel. It felt unnatural, a feeling that Brontes knew all too well. He would have preferred taking one of his boats and sailing there, but the trip would take longer than he wanted, even with his state of the art vessels. Eventually he would take Svane to the sea, and he made a mental note to do so for their next trip.
You are getting ahead of yourself, are you not?
Svane felt Brontes stiffen slightly beside him, which distracted him from his own mental turmoil at being thousands of feet in the air. He’d only been on a plane once, and the turbulence from that trip haunted him to this day. The ride had been smooth so far though; even the take off had been pulled off with such ease Svane knew he would never be able to fly commercial again. Even so, he’d been surprised the vampire seemed so calm as a passenger.
Since they were together more often than not, Svane had picked up on just how far the vampire’s need for control extended. He didn’t mind it so much he had come to realize over time, which still shocked him. It was… freeing to give control over to Brontes; it freed him from worrying if he were making mistakes and from remembering parts of his past that refused to finally dissolve away.
The vampire still wore an expression of ease, but his eyes seemed to glow as he stared straight ahead. I wonder what he could be thinking about?
It was a question Svane always asked himself when Brontes became a little too silent and still. Though the love he had for the vampire was deeper than he could fathom or articulate, one thing that nagged him was the vampire’s opaque nature. Sure, he’d gotten Brontes to open up about a few things, like his decades as a sailor, but not much else when he thought about it.
We could both use a distraction, Svane thought, smirking to himself as a vague plan came to mind.
When he’d told Brontes he wanted to go “now,” Brontes had shockingly taken him at his word. Before he knew it, their bags were packed and they were taking off from the vampire’s personal runway in a jet that rivaled any billionaires. He’d been so overwhelmed at the hastiness of their trip coming together, he could only observe from a distance Brontes bringing him aboard and fastening his seatbelt for him.
Once the shock had worn off, though excited, he’d complained about how it was too much for just the two of them, and that they’d yet to put up any decorations. Svane had never told his previous partners, but he loved Christmas. It was the one time of year, regardless of what his circumstances were, where he felt happy. Or his version of happy.
Brontes, being a mind-reading vampire, had picked up on this the minute Svane started to think about the impending holiday season back in October. The vampire had given him one of his special silver credit cards and told him to get whatever he wanted, which Svane had taken ample advantage of. Now that all the decorations had come in, he’d planned on spending the weekend decking out the mansion. But now, with their sudden vacation, everything he’d bought for the season would sit until next year.
“If it is decorations you want, then all you have to do is say so.” Brontes had calmly paged someone after Svane complained for the first thirty minutes of their flight.
Moments later, two flight attendants had come out from curtains that Svane initially missed. Between them they carried a sizable tree considering they were on a plane, though he noted the cabin was as spacious as his bedroom. Behind them, another attendant carried a tub of tree decorations.
“Two hours should be plenty of time.”
Svane had let fifteen minutes pass however, because when he tried to get up the first time, he’d made the mistake of looking out the window. Seeing the shadow of the plane moving over the clouds made his head spin and he’d been gripping at the vampire’s hand ever since. But, he was willing to try again, if only to capture the other man’s attention once more. And get his mind off whatever he’s thinking about.
“Help me with the tree, since you brought it here.” Svane leaned into Brontes’ personal space as he stood up. This time he didn’t even chance a glance at the window.
Trying to distract me, Brontes noted as Svane creeped to the decorations. But he is only making me think about it more.
It was odd, having someone else, a human no less, being considerate of him. Usually, he was the one making accommodations so that others felt more at ease. He didn’t trust himself to stand upright from the head rush of being cared for, so instead he turned in his seat to let his lover know he was paying attention. It is what he wants anyway.
Svane could feel those otherworldly eyes on him as he positioned the tree. He hadn’t thought the vampire would join him right away, but he hoped that his lover would eventually make his way over. “It’s funner if you actually help out, you know.”
Brontes didn’t respond right away, but Svane had learned some modicum of patience. He slowly began to decorate the tree, humming different choruses of Christmas classics under his breath. Every time he had to bend down to get more ornaments, or adjust the branches, he made sure to take his time in standing upright again.
His excitement dampened however, when he got to the tinsel at the bottom of the storage container. It was the last step before putting the tree topper on, and he had thought at the very least he’d have gotten some kind of response to his taunting so he could push Brontes into putting the topper on. Svane didn’t bother punctuating his movements again when grabbing more strings of tinsel. At least I was able to decorate something.
“I… like this view.”
Svane paused at the naked desire in Brontes’ voice. Somehow he’d missed the heat of citrine eyes at his backside, but now he could feel the vampire’s intense gaze. He felt his pulse stutter with excitement and stood up, tinsel in hand, before turning on his heels to face that hungry gaze
“Do you?” Svane attempted to approach him slowly, but in the blink of an eye he was in the vampire’s lap, and long, deft fingers wrapped the tinsel around his wrists.
“W-what are you doing?”
Brontes looked into his lover’s eyes, noting the flair of apprehension. Most of the time, Svane went along with whatever he planned. There were a few times though that he could feel how unsettled his partner was, though he never stopped him. Brontes knew it was related to the past Svane tried to forget, but he had decided against using his powers to pull it out of him. He wanted his lover to tell him on his own, without any persuasion.
It sent a twinge of discomfort knowing that Svane still had these moments of hesitation, and that he wasn’t any closer to finding out why. When will he really trust me?
The question was a precision needle cutting through his heart as he realized the one thing he now cherished didn’t completely trust him, and he abruptly untied the knot he’d made with the tinsel. He forced himself to relax into the back of his chair and rest his hands on the arm rest. “I want to do whatever you want; this trip is truly for you.”
Brontes resisted the urge to read whatever racing thoughts the other man had as he removed the tinsel from his wrists. He felt the muscles in the thighs straddling him release all tension and he tried to control his facial expression. He wanted to show Svane that he was capable of letting him have control every once in a while.
“Seeing as this is supposed to be a gift for you, let me treat you.” Svane deliberately took both wrists of the vampire, winding the tinsel around and around until it was firmly in place. He knew that Brontes could easily free himself, but knew for some reason that he wouldn’t. I wonder how far he’ll let me take this…
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