AN: I love writing this so much, they spend most of this chapter just oggling each other's gorgeousness but I promise there will be some seriously delicious smut later!
Kevin noticed that Connor wasn't quite with him anymore. "You ok Con?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure…ummm…." He trailed off again back into his glazed over state.
"You thinking about something? Me I hope!" He laughed.
Connor was almost not going to allow Kevin the satisfaction of knowing that that was exactly the substance of his little daydream. Nine years on and Kevin was still the perfect man that had stepped off the bus.
"Yeah you" he admitted sheepishly, "I was thinking how I saw you first"
"No you didn't Con" Kevin was grinning, "I spotted you first"
Connor knew this Kevin well "You wouldn't even get off the bus!"
Elder Price had endured several hours of what he called torment, Elder Cunningham, brandishing a guidebook to Uganda was leaning across him many times a minute to point out various flora and fauna out the window.
Elder Price leaned his head against the window, zoning in and out of Elder Cunningham's excited outbursts, day dreaming about the one place he'd rather be at that time.
As the bus began to turn more corners and the road became bumpier, both Elder's began to anxiously anticipate the place where they were to spend two years.
In the distance, Elder Cunningham spotted it first, "Look there! The bus stop and that must be the District Leader to say hi". He began to swing his backpack over his shoulder and gather their things when he noticed Elder Price hadn't moved. He gave him what he thought was an encouraging punch to the shoulder, "Come on buddy!", and he stepped out the door.
Elder Cunningham had read Elder Price wrong this time, for out the window, he was staring at something, or rather someone, that would be a blessing and a burden during his time in Uganda.
He watched as Elder Cunningham shook his hand to hard, a soft but strong hand from what he could see. The man was lithe and slight, he had beautifully crafted soft red hair, which Elder Price ached to touch and stroke. He had a boyish face, the heat hadn't taken a toll on his perfect skin and Elder Price could just make out the colour of his eyes. Ice-blue.
Elder Price rose, weak kneed to descend from the bus steps and greet the man As he felt the heat outside the bus hit his face he kept his eyes down, wanting to make the moment of their eyes meeting as magical as he possibly could. He suddenly felt meek and tried to make himself look confident and he nervously pasted his signature smile across his face.
AN: Ok so a very short chapter, but what I'm trying to do is have a chapter with one moment in real time and one in Uganda.
