forthedog | And we shall call it...

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And we shall call it...

The bike roars under him. It feels amazing. It's like it's always just seconds from slipping out of his control, and at the same time he feels completely in possession of it.

In other words it's a lot like everything else.

Neil's warm against his back and as they round a bend in the road the last edge of the sun is going down through the trees in front of them. It's not a huge way outside the city but it's far enough that for a few moments he can entertain the fantasy that there's no city at all, that with the stripped trees and the deserted road they're back in the Realm again and a great many things are simpler.

In many ways it's not a nice fantasy. But he does entertain it.

He slows as the trees close in; they're still a mile or so away but he wants to enjoy the road. He turns his head, catches a glimpse of Neil out of the corner of his eye. "You okay back there?"

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"I half expected you to never come back again," I admit with a cough of laughter and swallowing past a sudden tightness in my throat.

"Guess there's somebody livin' there now, huh?"

"Looks like." He's quiet for another moment, listening to the stillness, how silent the trees are without birds, like everything is sleeping. And then it occurs to him that spring is coming. Real spring. The most real spring he's experienced in... maybe over a decade.

"I know we had a house before. But this feels different, doesn't it?"

"The Tree never really felt like mine," I admit, leaning back against him, my eyes drifting shut. It's cold, but not painfully, and this close to him, I hardly notice.

"And the new house, I had for... Fuck, like two weeks. Too fuckin' bad, it was kinda awesome."

"I don't think it would feel like mine now, anyway," he murmurs. There's a sharp bite of irony behind it - he did burn it down, after all - but it's also true.

"It's like... It's time for something new."

"We gonna have a pool? A tennis court, you think?" I tease, the faded tension in my chest clinching a little tighter at that tone in his voice.

"A whole separate wing for the girls. Somewhere for the nanny to sleep, right?"

He breathes out a laugh. "Nanny can sleep with the goddamn butler." He turns, pulling Neil more fully into his arms, pushing hair off his brow with cool fingers.

"Or a houseboy. You're getting a little old for me."

"Long as you don't mind that I'm fuckin' the elderly gardener," I snort. "You've always been a little young for me."

"Just give me time." He nips lightly at Neil's bottom lip. "Long as you don't mind if I'm also banging the nanny. Though now I'm kinda wondering what kind of household that'd be to raise kids in."

Like it hadn't been more than a little unconventional to begin with.

"Fuck no, the nanny's off limits," I decide, just to be contrary, grinning against his lips and hanging onto the front of his coat.

"It'd probably be Mathias, anyway, and he'll only fuck you if you've got tits."

"Too bad." The words are coming out a little more heated and then so is the kiss, one hand settling on Neil's hip, and he's freshly aware of how alone they are out here.

And he can't pretend he hadn't been thinking about that before.

"I brought a sleeping bag," he breathes.

"Yeah?" I breathe, suddenly a hell of a lot warmer than I was a few minutes ago. We're out in the open, but it's our grass. Our strip of land. Our trees. It's like it finally hits me, we've got a place that's ours, and there's no fuckin' way I wanna go back to the apartment, just yet.

"Why'd you go and do a thing like that?"

"'Cause I can't keep my goddamn hands off of you." He grins and pulls back suddenly, already moving back up the slope. "And I'm an optimist. You gotta know that by now."

Laughing, I say, "You know, you didn't have to come all the way out here with a sleepin' bag if you wanted to get laid."

But that's not what we're doing out here, and I haven't forgotten that.

"Yeah, 'cause I'm really fucking starved when it comes to getting laid anyway." He reaches back, closes a hand around the back of Neil's neck and lightly shoves him forward - half playful and, and always, half not.

"Didn't want you to be cold when I strip you naked."

"You're so fuckin' considerate," I snort, letting him shove me forward without much resistance. Without any resistance, honestly.

"You gettin' naked in this scenario, or am I on my own with it?"

"Figured it'd be easier if I did too. What do you think?" He pulls up by the side of the bike and unloads the bag strapped to the back.

"We coulda made it work, though. Pretty sure I remember jerking you off in the fucking snow one time."

"Yeah, I actually don't want a repeat performance of that, thanks," I laugh, turning to worm hands up inside his coat, my breath warm on the side of his neck.

"I mean, it was kinda hot, but I could've done without the frostbite on my nuts."

"I was right there with you, you don't gotta tell me." He tosses the pack a few feet from the bike and then turns his attention away from it entirely, letting himself shiver at the cool of Neil's hands, curling his own fingers in Neil's hair and dragging him in for a kiss that starts slow and doesn't exactly end that way.

Time for something new. And this feels like part of that too. Nothing so ridiculous as marking territory, but it's theirs, bought with love in mind, and he wants love to be part of it.

For as long as they're allowed to keep it together.

I feel a little buzzed, even though there's no reason for it besides adrenaline. It's kind of embarrassing, this stupid, light, happy feeling bubbling up in my chest, but I can't really do anything about it, or this dumb fucking grin that won't go away.

"You're gettin' old, man. Sometimes I gotta remind you of shit."

"Still young for you, though." His fingers are dragging down the zipper of Neil's coat, sliding up under his shirt and scratching blunt nails lightly over his ribs.

He presses a slow kiss to the edge of the scar at the top of Neil's cheekbone. "Got anything else to remind me of?"

"Seems like you're figurin' it out on your own," I murmur, shivering at more than just the cold. My hands settle on the small of his back, his skin warm under layers of clothes, and pulling him as close as I can get him.

"It's been a while since I fucked a guy outside," I laugh, realizing that it hasn't been since the island... Since Mike, or maybe Tom. I don't know why that suddenly seems significant, but it does.

"Oh, a while?" He laughs, frees a hand enough to slide his fingers under the waistband of Neil's jeans, hot skin and not enough of it in reach - they're already tangled up in each other and there's still a number of things to do.

He turns his head, nipping at the shell of Neil's ear. "Jesus, just... Lemmie get this thing unrolled."

"You know, a week? Somethin' like that," I tease, breath catching in the back of my throat when his fingers slip under my waistband. But there's too much practical shit to take care of, so we don't freeze to death. Groaning, I pull away from him, muttering, "Fine. Hurry up."

He laughs again as he pulls away with his shirt pushed up under his jacket, drops into a crouch and upzips the bag, pulling the contents free.

The sleeping back itself is a double, heavy-duty, more than warm enough, but he's already hot, skin humming with wanted contact and his dick straining against fabric.

He turns back to Neil again, stretches out a hand. All at once he's freshly glad it's a clear night. "C'mere."

Taking his hand, I sink to my knees in the dirt, my lips against his jaw and my free hand sliding its way back up under his shirt. I've already shrugged half out of my coat, but actually taking it all the way off seems like too much work.

Even on the island, we never owned anything together. The Tree claimed a piece of land and I inherited it. I don't know if this is better or worse, but I do know it's different.

"Right here?" I murmur, grinning softly against his skin.

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