All The Ways We Touch [BxB]

forty-eight - dessert pt. two

There was a Jeep waiting for them at the tiny airfield, a capable-looking vehicle for how rural of an area they were in. Once they were on their way, it became clear why they needed something durable, the roads were rough and became unpaved dirt as they drove further into the forest.

As Elliot concentrated on following the directions, Jamison looked out the windows, watching as they passed more tall trees than he'd ever seen before. He could only imagine that this is what Forest Grove could've looked like had the land been left more untouched.

After a little while, Elliot turned down a barely marked road and parked in a spot next to a large tree. "We're here."

Getting out of the car, Jamison's mouth hung slack at the sight of a treehouse built high off the ground on a platform between multiple trees. "A treehouse!" With wide eyes, he stared up at it in a mix of disbelief and wonder. "I can't believe that we're staying in a treehouse! Oh my god!"

Coming around Jamison's side, Elliot beamed at the sight of his boyfriend completely awestruck. Why anyone had decided to build a luxury treehouse in the middle of the forest was beyond him but when he saw how broad Jamison's smile was, he thought that he should find out who had done so in order to thank them. "Ready to go check it out?"

Nodding rapidly, Jamison grabbed his backpack from the car as Elliot grabbed their suitcase and the other backpack. No wonder he'd been worried about making sure that they'd packed everything they'd need. Having to shop would be an inconvenience at best.

"Yes!" Grabbing Elliot's hand, he pulled him towards the stairs, glad he was used to running up hills for how high up they were going to have to climb.

Six months of no exercise and a few months of smoking made the climb less pleasant than Elliot would've hoped but he was surprisingly less out of wind than he expected by the time they got to the platform. His glutes were burning though, not that he was going to complain, sure that Jamison would appreciate it.

While he waited for Elliot to unlock the door, he went to the railing and gently shook it to be certain it was secure before leaning against it, looking through the trees that surrounded them.

"I'm sorry to sound so deeply uncool, but I'd really love it if you wouldn't lean against the railing," Elliot said, pushing the door open. "I'm sure that it's safe but you're kinda giving me a heart attack."

Turning back to him, there was an urge to tease him for sounding like a parent but with Elliot's severe anxiety about everyone he cares for dying, he couldn't bring himself to do it. "Of course," he nodded and followed him inside.

Like any good treehouse, the walls and floor were made of a wood that felt cozy in its naturalism, but most surprisingly was that there was one half of the wall that had an immense window, nearly floor-to-ceiling, allowing the forest to be on display even while inside. It was a surprisingly large and spacious open floor plan that had a bed nook, living room area with a wood burning fireplace, and a tiny kitchen with a small table. Parallel to the window wall was a plush couch that looked so comfortable the sight alone tempted Jamison to sit down, though he worried that he'd sink into it and not want to get back up if he did. Instead, he set his backpack on the ground beside it and wandered into the kitchen space as Elliot headed over to the bed, which looked even more comfortable than the couch.

"There's a TV and a refrigerator. How's there electricity here? Solar and batteries or something?"

"I dunno," Elliot said, setting the suitcase down and putting the backpack on the bed. "I paid enough to not have to worry about how any of this works. I know that's, like, the rich douchebag answer but that's all I've got."