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[forthedog]

He could wear gloves but he never does, and he's up to his wrists in cool, damp soil, well-tilled and rich. It's early days yet, but there are things that can go into the ground early, and he has a lot of work to do. The part that will be for the vegetables is blocked off. He has a place for a cherry tree, something that'll bloom tiny explosions of delicate pink.

Even on the island it wasn't quite like this. His land. His and Neil's, in a way that nothing on the island really belonged to anyone. It's a fierce kind of thing, he thinks, rocking back on his heels. What it means to have something like this. What it does to your life. He's always rented. Always moved around. Never put down roots anywhere, never.

So it's long past time.

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[likeaplanet]

"Start the fuckin' clock, then," I say, grinning, my eyes shut against the sun and my hands blindly tugging at his fly. I get a hand inside his jeans, palm sliding over his dick, and there's a rock digging into my shoulder blade, but somehow, they feels a little bit like home.

[forthedog]

"And this is not 'cause you just met your ex-husband." He tries to say it deadpan and pretty much fails completely, his breath hitching as he rolls himself into Neil's hand. He can feel part of himself getting eager, a little frantic, because that's always part of this, but slow down.

His hands are still a bit dirty, dark soil packed under his nails, but he knows neither of them care as he curls his fingers around Neil's cock and gives him a single, slow stroke.

[likeaplanet]

"Shut up about him. Jesus," I laugh helplessly, mouth falling open on a strangled gasp and one leg hitching itself around his hip.

"God, okay," I say, about nothing at all, and I tuck my face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

[forthedog]

"That's no fun." He's still moving against Neil's side, his hip, grinding slowly, but the majority of his attention is focused in his own hand and the hot, soft skin under it, the way it hardens still more as his hand moves faster.

"You're gonna come out here," he murmurs, "and then I'm gonna fuck you in the shower."

[likeaplanet]

"Oh yeah?" I say, like I'm actually skeptical, which is pretty hilarious, when I'm already thrusting into his hand and swallowing down a strangled moan.

"I dunno, man... I'm not... convinced. Fuck."

[forthedog]

"God, you're so full of shit." He bares his teeth against the side of Neil's throat, bites down gently as his hand tightens. Just because he doesn't have fangs anymore doesn't mean this simple thing doesn't still have a new kind of thrill attached to it, and he shivers slightly as his grip tightens.

"I never had to work hard with you."