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"The Cabin"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: sexual relationship, supernatural elements,
swearing Pairings: 2x3 Summary: Trowa's debut novel became a best-seller
and now he is failing at writing a follow up. In order to find peace
and quiet to write, he rents a secluded cabin near a small town to
find inspiration. Yet writing becomes hard when he keeps hearing howls
from the woods in the middle of the night and even harder when he
meets a charming diner owner named Duo… "The Cabin"
Heat pooled in the pit of Trowa’s stomach despite the fact the cold rain had soaked him through. As Duo reached out, Trowa inhaled deeply and found his body almost skitter away from the touch. It was too soon, he reasoned, he barely knew Duo and it was a distraction he really didn’t need when he was trying to finish his novel. And hadn’t Duo just been evasive? Wasn’t there something odd that had happened as they stood in the forest? Yet those questions faded as soon as nimble fingers reached for a zipper and Trowa reasoned that rational thoughts could be damned and as he grabbed for the back of Duo’s head, pulling him in for a kiss. It was an open mouthed kiss, one that tasted of rain and the remains of greasy food. Trowa threaded fingers through the base of the braid, the hair wet and coarser than he expected and he moaned when Duo nipped at bottom lip harder than he would’ve anticipated. It stalled the kiss briefly, Trowa pulling away and wiping at his mouth, moist from rain water and saliva. He looked at Duo, panting and wet who for a brief second looked hurt, confused even. “I should go…” Duo mumbled out. Trowa shook his head. “No. Get undressed. Shower.” The words sounded more commanding than Trowa felt. He did not feel in control of the situation, only a participant, yet the words were effective. Duo shrugged off his jacket and started removing his muddy boots as Trowa followed suit, his fingers trembling from the cold as he tried to undress as quickly as he could. Once the outer layers were discarded in a pile, Duo reinitiated the kiss and Trowa could do nothing but relent to the tongue and teeth, to the fingers tight in his skin. He moaned into the kiss as Duo ground up against him, their cocks hard through denim and Trowa ran fingers underneath fabric feeling toned and scarred skin jump underneath his fingertips. They made an attempt to keep kissing as they walked, cautious steps through an unfamiliar room. Despite the fact Trowa had been living at the cabin for a week, he was not an expert at navigating obstacles while his lips were locked and his eyes closed. They parted and Trowa reached for Duo’s hands, dragging him to the bedroom and the shower, muddy and wet clothes pooling on the floor. Naked, finally, they got to the shower and Trowa could hear the rain hammering on the glass roof ahead. He shivered, the chill from the rain still in his bones, and he felt Duo plaster his body to his back as Trowa fiddled with the settings of the shower. It felt good, Duo kissing at his neck, and Trowa could feel Duo’s cock hard against the back of his thighs. He fumbled with the dials but managed to turn them enough so that hot but not too hot water began to rain down on them. Trowa felt himself melt against the dual sensation of hot water over his skin and Duo kissing and nipping at his neck. Duo’s hand snaked around Trowa’s front, reaching for his cock, hard and slick, and he pumped up and down a few times, the confident touch making Trowa moan. “Want this in me,” Duo whispered into Trowa’s slick skin and he tugged at Trowa’s dick a few more times just as teeth sunk into skin harder, sharper. The bite startled Trowa from his haze and his eyes opened. The pain was brief, sharp, and he made a strangled noise from his throat in pain or pleasure. Yet the pain departed quickly, licks at the area soothing the pain and the hand on his cock thoroughly distracting. The bite forgotten, Trowa turned swiftly to see Duo wet and looking the most fuckable creature on earth. His hair was half out of his braid, his skin was glistening from the water and his smirk was far too damn sexy. He pushed Duo towards the wall of the shower, grabbed hold of his ass between his hands, and kissed his slick lips, rutting against his slick skin, their hard cocks rubbing together. “Fuck me,” Duo said, pulling his lips away. Trowa managed to grunt one word. “Bed.” They left the shower running and crashed towards the unmade bed. Neither cared and Trowa didn’t give a damn about wetting Quatre’s fancy sheets. Duo crawled onto the bed and raised his ass, looking at him from over his shoulders, a sinful look in dark blue eyes. Swallowing, Trowa found his toiletry bag and lube and a condom, joining him on the bed. He smacked at Duo’s ass, unable to resist and Duo moaned loudly at the sensation. Trowa smirked, glad to hear the noise he had created, he squirted lube onto his fingers and began to prep Duo. It had been a while since Trowa had been in this position and he paused as he slid one finger inside, waiting for any hints of pain from Duo. There were none so he continued, leaning his torso over Duo’s back and kissing at his neck as he probed, his one finger soon joined by a second as he stretched. Duo moaned low and bucked back after three fingers, no coherent words spilling from his lips as Trowa sat back on his heels then and wiped his fingers hastily on the wet sheets, reaching for the condom packet and struggling with it due to slick fingers. He managed to open it after what seemed like an eternity and then slid the condom onto his dick. “You okay?” Trowa asked softly once he had aligned his aching cock against Duo. “Go for it.” It was hardly romance but Trowa had never done romance. Instead, he plunged forward slowly, his eyes closing and his bottom lip between his teeth as he slid inside, his cock being sheath in tight heat. He heard Duo’s breaths and the sound of the shower. It felt peaceful. As though there was only them in this isolated cabin and he opened his eyes to see the sun was shining brightly into the room, the green dappled light illuminating the bed as the rain had finally stopped. Trowa paused when he was sheathed fully inside and he squeezed his eyes shut once again to block out the light and focus on how his body felt. He felt the blood pumping around his body, the moisture on his skin and the pleasurable pressure around his cock. He felt connected, he felt every little thing and he felt inspired by each little twitch of his body and the body underneath him. “Move,” Duo ground out, his voice strained and Trowa wondered how long he had been paused for. He didn’t need the instruction twice and he pulled out almost to the tip before surging his hips forward once again. Duo’s back arched and his moan seemed to reverberate around the entire cabin and Trowa repeated the motion, desperate to see that reaction again. As he flexed his hips backwards and forwards, Trowa’s hand grabbed onto Duo’s hips and he glanced down at the expanse of his back. He could see scars, the cuts and grazes, some recent and he would’ve thought of them more if not for the pleasure coursing through his system. He didn’t care about those scars in that moment, only the feel of his cock inside Duo, of the slap of skin against skin and the feel of Duo’s hips in his hands. Duo pushed back into each of Trowa’s thrusts, needy and wild underneath him, and Trowa reached one of his hands under Duo’s body, searching out his cock and he began to pump Duo’s dick with fast motions in time with his own thrusts. His thighs trembling and with his whole body overwhelmed by sensations, Trowa knew he was close to climax and he pumped faster at Duo’s cock as he increased his own thrusts. The bed rattled against the wall and the floorboards as Trowa came and he moaned out loudly as he spurted into the condom deep inside Duo. Duo grunted and Trowa stroked at his dick a few more times until he felt sticky release in his fingertips, their bodies sticky and spent together. He stayed for a second inside, unable to think yet, but then he pulled out to tie off the condom and take in the chaos that they had created. Trowa had never been good at the aftermath. That was why he had never really done relationships, preferring instead to engage in casual sex aided by the use of an app. Duo had collapsed into the bedsheets, his body limp and Trowa found the trash to dispose of the condom before joining him in the mangle of wet blankets. “Wow,” Duo said, turning his head towards Trowa. “Wow?” “Huh-uh.” Trowa smiled and looked at the ceiling. He could still hear the shower running and there was steam from the hot water misting the air and making the fading sunlight fracture in front of his eyes. “Want some more food?” Duo said after a while. Blinking, he looked back over to Duo was grinning. Thinking about it, Trowa could eat more of Duo’s food. He nodded. “Shower then more greasy deliciousness?” “Sounds perfect,” Trowa said and he leaned over and lightly brushed those smiling lips. And as Duo hopped off the bed and went to the shower, Trowa stared up at the ceiling and thought he had misjudged this interaction with Duo. It wasn’t a distraction. It was inspiration.
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