Similar Differences (Fassavoy)

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They soon landed in Cuba with Michael fast asleep on James' shoulder. He lightly shook him which managed to get him to lift his head to match the height of James'. He leaned in slowly before he was stopped by a hand.
"People can't know that we're doing this, Michael."

He rolled his eyes before pushing James out of his seat to get out of the enclosed space. His hand automatically went out to help James up and a smile on his face emerged.

They exited together and immediately headed for the baggage area to wait for their duffel bags to come round to them. When they got their bags again, they paused to look into each other's eyes.

"James. It's not too late really. You can go home." Michael spoke softly as he put his hand on the Scottish man's cheek. He smiled, accepting the warm touch, "I want to help Charles and Erik now. I know we're rookies but I bet we can do it."

A sudden wave came from Charles and Michael felt dizzy, "Michael, I want you to know. Me and Erik are getting weak and we need to get out of this dimension soon. Please get to a secure location so we can do the swap we talked about..."

He nodded and informed James on what Charles wanted to happen. They grabbed each other's hands and walked out of the airport together. Cuba was beautiful and exotic with bright flowers, tall trees and beautiful sights everywhere.

Damn, Charles is a genius, James thought, causing Michael to look at him as if he was Charles and was taking credit for the amazing location. They chuckled for a brief moment before James called a taxi over.

"Take us to the beach, please!" Michael asked politely, handing a twenty dollar bill to the driver. They sat back, Michael smiling and James confused.
"Why the beach? Why not a hotel where our stuff is safe?" He whispered.
"Because what happened in Cuba on the beach in the X-Men universe?"

He suddenly remembered what happened from First Class and immediately felt like an idiot for forgetting and important moment in the life of them.

They finally got to the beach and were in awe of how clean and beautiful the water was, how clean the beach was and how picturesque the whole scene looked. James tapped Michael and pointed at a hotel right beside it. He smiled and began leading James towards the building.

"Can we have a really perfect room, please?" Michael asked politely, looking the woman directly in the eyes in a flirty manner to make sure they got the room they asked for. This, of course, filled James with jealousy as Michael should only stare into his eyes.

"Of course sir, two singles or a double?" She asked, going slightly red from Michael's gaze. He looked to James who was beginning to turn a bit pink himself from the question. Michael turned back around and smiled, "A double please."

James filled with delight and the receptionist became clearly disappointed by the answer. It was clear why he had asked for the double considering he is with another male. She handed over the key, "Room 417. Have a nice stay."

He took it, intertwined his fingers with James' adorable little hands and walked towards the elevator. When they got in, Michael began to laugh, "The look on her face when I said double." He could hardly breathe but it set James off laughing until they got to the level, meaning they had to calm down.

The room was beautifully clean and neat and everything anyone could ask for. They wouldn't be staying long though.

It was almost time to make the stupid switch.