Disclaimer: B&S doesn’t belong to me. Written with love, not for money.
Summary: Scotty wants to know more about their new house
Spoilers: up to 3.08
“I really did want to surprise you.” Kevin says
“You did. But…. ahm…. Next time… make it something we can both enjoy.” Though Kevin gives him a watery smile, Scotty can still feel his disappointment at having done the wrong thing. “Come here.” He says, taking Kevin in his arms and gently kissing him, before guiding him to the couch, where they can sit together. Kevin moves back into Scotty’s arms.
“I’m sorry. … I always seem to apologize to you lately. “ Kevin says softly.
“That’s okay, love, it’s a nice change from all the times I had to say ‘I’m sorry’ because I couldn’t afford things you wanted to do.” Scotty kisses Kevin softly on the head. “So what did we buy exactly?”
“You really want to know?” Kevin asks surprised.
“Yes, see if we can make something out of it, now that we have it.” Scotty replies.
So Kevin takes the papers he has on the house and Scotty goes through the more detailed list. And as he reads on he feels swamped….
“Kevin, this is not a house, this is a hotel!” he exclaims and Kevin’s hope on a more favorable mood from Scotty vanishes.
“I know.” he says quietly. “I got carried away.”
“Carried away? Kev, this place has SIX bedrooms? What were you thinking? We barely have time to use the ONE we have. Two bedrooms, I can understand, maybe even three. We could change one room into a study and have a guest-room. But six…..” He becomes more quiet when he sees the embarrassed look on Kevin’s face.
“The kitchen is nice though.” Scotty admits.
“Yeah, I fell for the kitchen and thought how much you would like it.” Scotty softens inside at hearing Kevin’s words. Kevin is not wrong there. The kitchen would be perfect for him. He would love that place. He can imagine painting it in another, fresher color. Pots. Pans. Herbs on the window-sills, the sun would there only in the morning. Good.
But their entire loft would fit in the sitting/dining room area alone, and that would still leave them with 6 bedrooms, a huge kitchen, a pantry, a large library and ‘children’s playroom’. Not to mention a big garden, behind the house and huge shed.
“Kevin, this is really TOO much.” He says sadly and Kevin has to agree.
Scotty feels a bit panic-stricken. If this will be their new home… He notices how high the ceiling is and can’t help but comment on how much hell it will be to heat up the place…
“I guess, I hadn’t realized how high those rooms actually were.” Kevin apologizes.
“Kevin, in one of the pictures the chandelier is still hanging in the bedroom. That is usually a good sign. Use your imagination.”
“I noticed, though the chandelier triggered my imagination in another way.” Kevin grins. Scotty raises an eyebrow in question. “I could so imagine…. Don’t laugh at this…. I could so imagine myself swinging from it like Tarzan and…… Don’t laugh!” But it’s too late. Scotty laughs out loud and with his whole body shaking… He’s laughing until the tears run down his face and Kevin can’t help but feel a bit amused at being able to make Scotty laugh like that.
“If you’re Tarzan, what does that make me?” Scotty cries with laughter.
“Well, duh, ‘Me Tarzan, you John’….. Obviously.” Kevin immediately replies and it’s enough to give Scotty another fit of laughter. Kevin looks at him. “I can so imagine you…. In peril…. Alligators in the water, you’re chased by a hungry tiger. Nowhere left to run and then I come swinging down the liana.. and rescue you from the jaws of certain death…. And with my luck, we’ll probably slam into a tree, but….. What?” he asks.
Scotty is holding his belly with laughter, unable to breath as the mental image of Kevin swinging on a chandelier in his boxer-shorts becomes too much for him to handle.
“You are insane, my dear husband.” He cries.
“I know. I’m insanely in love with you.” Kevin says tenderly and Scotty’s laughter slowly gets replaced by an equally loving smile.
“I love you, Tarzan. Now take me to bedroom. And…. Let’s walk there.” He grins. “We’ll see about the house tomorrow.”
“I think I’m going to beg mom to take it of my hands.”
“Good idea… the begging part…. But first it’s my turn to make you beg...” Scotty teases as he closes the door of the bedroom behind them.