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Untitled Ski!Bunny
by Genki Aster-kun
JJ LOVED snow. Like, LOVED it. Loved how it made everything pretty and white and loved how it felt like brushing fingers when it fell past your skin and loved how you could ski and snowboard on it and loved how you could get into snowball fights with it. Well...that last one he loved until LJ had dumped, like, a TON of snow down the back of his pink ski jacket and it melted, and wet clothes felt pretty gross. So, he'd gone back up to their suite of rooms to change, not really expecting anyone to be there. Twist had disappeared around noon, last seen with a whiskey in one hand and something buxom and female and smelling of expensive perfume in the other. LL and LJ were out on the slopes, enjoying this little vacation to the hilt, and JJ assumed that JL was out there too, somewhere. After all, JJ thought as he tugged on a dry shirt and stuck his head into the little sitting room that connected their rooms, JL couldn't STILL be looking over paperwork, now could he?
He could. JJ sighed and walked over to where JL was sitting at the window, squinting at a page of tiny print held about two inches from his nose. "JL! You're STILL here? I thought you were gonna go skiiing with everyone."
JL looked up, blinking a bit and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Joey. Ja. I just wanted to get this looked over first."
JJ leaned on the table, looking over at waaaay too much fine print. "Yeah, but that was, like, hours ago. You should take a break." He grinned. "The snow's great, and they've got a course set up for the snowboarders, and LJ's pretty good at it, but LL keeps falling on his ass, and it's REALLY funny."
JL smiled up at him, chuckling, and JJ resisted the urge to squirm. JL looked like positively the sexiest thing alive when he smiled like that. JJ would have liked nothing better than to straddle JL in that chair and make him forget that paperwork even EXISTED, but despite the kisses and the snuggling since that first kiss on the balcony, they hadn't quite gotten to that point yet. "Just a little more, junge. I need to fax an answer by tonight."
JJ mock-pouted. Which was entirely different from really pouting, which JL knew, and JJ knew he knew. "We're on vacation, JL. You should enjoy it."
"I will. I promise." JL's hand settled on JJ's still-cold cheek, and JJ's breath caught somewhere in his chest. JL's hand was very warm and smelled like paper. "I'll finish this and that is all the paperwork for the rest of the trip. I promise."
JJ turned his head, just a bit, into the touch. "You'll come out and snowboard with us? And relax tonight? And tomorrow too?"
JL mock-sighed heavily. "If I must." His thumb swept over JJ's cheekbone, and JJ suddenly REALLY wanted to go with that straddling, forgetting-about-paperwork idea. "Are you having fun? You're cold."
"Yeah," JJ murmured, "but it's a good cold. Makes it nice to come inside." He blushed, for no real reason that he could tell, but he could feel it spreading over his face.
JL apparently didn't mind. He just smiled and dropped his hand (a little reluctantly, if JJ was any judge). "I will see you later?"
JJ really wished that JL meant later as in "in my bed tonight", but he knew that it was later as in "in a few hours out on the slopes". "Yeah. Don't forget! The paperwork's not allowed to eat you!" JJ scowled menacingly at the paperwork, just to make JL chuckle again.
As he left, though, the last thing that JJ saw was that little line between JL's eyebrows come back as JL turned his attention back to the papers. JJ frowned a little as he closed the door. JL worked too hard. He needed to relax. And not just have-a-few-beers-and-not-do-paperwork relax, but REALLY...relax...hmmmm....
JJ grinned and headed off down the hall, humming.
(to be continued....)
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