Cabin 1606 (Preying Eyes Original Fiction
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Cabin 1606
Fandom: Preying Eyes Original Ficiton
Pairing: Adrien Lupei/Elliot Deacon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Adrien and Elliot have been treated to a weekend retreat by Adrien’s Uncle Dante.
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at 1_million_words.
“What one was ours again,” Elliot asked as they walked down the tree-lined path.
Adrien checked the keycard before confirming, “Sixteen-oh-six,” he said. “Should be the next one up on the right.”
Elliot held out his hand. “Let me have the key since you’re dragging all the luggage for some reason.”
“I’m fine,” he told Elliot for what felt like the tenth time since they left the welcome center. But he handed the key over anyway.
“Plus, your mom paid for this little getaway of ours, the least I could do was carry something.”
“You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders,” Adrien teased him. “And it wasn’t my mom, it was Uncle Dante that sprang for the cabin.”
“Really,” Elliot asked, stopping in the middle of the path.
Adrien barely stopped in time. “Really.”
“Okay,” he said, starting to walk again. “But why?”
“Why not was what he said when I asked that very question,” Adrien said. He pointed to the cabin that was theirs and followed Elliot onto the porch. “But I’m certain he believes that I work too hard and that I deserve a weekend off.”
“He’s right,” Elliot said, opening the door and holding it while Adrien dragged all their crap inside. “Even when you’re ‘off’ you’re still working.”
“Sounds like someone else I know,” Adrien deadpanned.
“Yeah, well,” Elliot spluttered. “I’m solving murders, not making teenaged girls swoon over me.”
“I’m not making anyone do anything of the sort,” Adrien said, setting their bags down in the middle of the living room.
“Not intentionally, no,” Elliot said, grinning at the face Adrien gave him. “But those big blue eyes of yours are sure as hell convincing. Ask me how I know.”
Adrien’s frown turned into a knowing smile. “I think I can guess.”
With a low, throaty chuckle, Elliot pulled Adrien towards him, giving his multi-platinum selling country music god a kiss. “How about I show you?”
“I think that can be arranged,” Adrien agreed.
“Great, the clothes can wait,” Elliot said, tugging on Adrien’s hand. “Especially since we won’t be wearing any for some time to come.”
Laughing, Adrien allowed himself to be pulled back into the bedroom by his boyfriend. He made a mental note to send Dante a big bottle of his favorite whiskey as a thank you. Later. Once he got home. And recovered.
Because he was positive he was in for a very long weekend, but in the best way possible.
Fandom: Preying Eyes Original Ficiton
Pairing: Adrien Lupei/Elliot Deacon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Adrien and Elliot have been treated to a weekend retreat by Adrien’s Uncle Dante.
Author’s Note: Written for the numbers challenge at 1_million_words.
“What one was ours again,” Elliot asked as they walked down the tree-lined path.
Adrien checked the keycard before confirming, “Sixteen-oh-six,” he said. “Should be the next one up on the right.”
Elliot held out his hand. “Let me have the key since you’re dragging all the luggage for some reason.”
“I’m fine,” he told Elliot for what felt like the tenth time since they left the welcome center. But he handed the key over anyway.
“Plus, your mom paid for this little getaway of ours, the least I could do was carry something.”
“You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders,” Adrien teased him. “And it wasn’t my mom, it was Uncle Dante that sprang for the cabin.”
“Really,” Elliot asked, stopping in the middle of the path.
Adrien barely stopped in time. “Really.”
“Okay,” he said, starting to walk again. “But why?”
“Why not was what he said when I asked that very question,” Adrien said. He pointed to the cabin that was theirs and followed Elliot onto the porch. “But I’m certain he believes that I work too hard and that I deserve a weekend off.”
“He’s right,” Elliot said, opening the door and holding it while Adrien dragged all their crap inside. “Even when you’re ‘off’ you’re still working.”
“Sounds like someone else I know,” Adrien deadpanned.
“Yeah, well,” Elliot spluttered. “I’m solving murders, not making teenaged girls swoon over me.”
“I’m not making anyone do anything of the sort,” Adrien said, setting their bags down in the middle of the living room.
“Not intentionally, no,” Elliot said, grinning at the face Adrien gave him. “But those big blue eyes of yours are sure as hell convincing. Ask me how I know.”
Adrien’s frown turned into a knowing smile. “I think I can guess.”
With a low, throaty chuckle, Elliot pulled Adrien towards him, giving his multi-platinum selling country music god a kiss. “How about I show you?”
“I think that can be arranged,” Adrien agreed.
“Great, the clothes can wait,” Elliot said, tugging on Adrien’s hand. “Especially since we won’t be wearing any for some time to come.”
Laughing, Adrien allowed himself to be pulled back into the bedroom by his boyfriend. He made a mental note to send Dante a big bottle of his favorite whiskey as a thank you. Later. Once he got home. And recovered.
Because he was positive he was in for a very long weekend, but in the best way possible.
