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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2021-10-29 12:35 pm
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Cabin 1606 Part 2 (Preying Eyes Original Fiction)
Title: Cabin 1606 (continued)
Fandom: Preying Eyes original fiction
Pairing: Adrien Lupei/Elliot Deacon
Rating: NC-17-ish
Word Count: 1,314
Summary: Elliot makes a discovery in the bedroom that has nothing to do with Adrien.
Author’s Note: This is a continuation of Cabin 1606 (DW/LJ). Not quite PWP, but it’s getting there.
“Not sure if this is the master bedroom or not,” Elliot said, dragging Adrien by the arm through the first open doorway he saw, “but it’ll work for now.”
Laughing, Adrien allowed himself to be pulled into the bedroom. It had been way too long since they’d had any true downtime together. Elliot hadn’t been wrong, they were both always working, even on their days off. Although it seemed to work fine for the two of them, he made a mental note to take more quick getaways like this one, whenever they could.
The room was bigger than he’d expected for a cabin in the woods, but the large, east-facing window let in as much sunlight as the tall trees would allow. Elliot pulled him towards the king-sized bed set in the center of one wall and then abruptly stopped.
“What the hell?” Elliot let go of Adrien’s arm and approached the bed. “Where’d this come from?”
In the center of the bed was a huge wicker basket painted a bright, neon pink. From the color alone, Adrien was pretty certain he knew exactly where the basket had come from, but he kept his suspicions to himself. “There’s a card attached to the bow, hand it to me.”
Elliot gave him a look as he yanked the card off the basket. “Here. Do you – should I open it?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” Adrien said, trying not to grin. “Looks like there might be some fun stuff in there.”
From where he stood, he could see some candy bars, a bottle of wine, and some crackers. God only knew what else might be in a basket that size. Elliot gave him another doubtful look before tugging on the ribbon until the bow came undone. Adrien looked at the card in his hand and recognized the writing on the envelope. It had definitely come from his Uncle Dante. Which made him even more unsure about what Elliot might uncover at the bottom of the gift basket.
“The basket is from Uncle Dante,” Adrien said. “Oh, and my Uncle Em, too, since his name is signed on the bottom here. So, I’d proceed with caution if I were you.”
“Why,” Elliot asked. “What could they possibly have stashed in here?”
Adrien looked down at the card and laughed. “Well, the card says, ‘Have fun and don’t forget to lubricate’ so my guess is damn near anything.”
Elliot’s hand stilled over the box of crackers. “You’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be,” Adrien assured him. “Not much chance there will be anything dangerous or frightening in there. Mortifying, humiliating, and scandalous, sure. But not dangerous.”
Elliot snorted. “I’m not sure that’s any better, honestly.” He looked at the basket and sighed. “Okay, I’m going in.”
“Give me the wine and the glasses first,” Adrien said, holding out a hand. “Might be safer if we have a drink while going through this.”
Elliot passed the items to Adrien. “What do you know that you’re not telling me?”
“Nothing, other than I’ve grown up around these two and there’s no telling what might have been crammed in here as a gag gift.”
“You mean like flavored lube or worse?”
He thought about that for a moment. “At the bare minimum, flavored condoms. At the worst? God only knows.”
“Shit,” Elliot laughed. “Pour that wine. And put in a request for another bottle from the welcome center, please.”
“No need,” Adrien chuckled. “I packed some tequila.”
“I knew there was a reason why I liked you,” Elliot teased. “Okay, let’s get to this.”
Adrien set a glass of wine down on the nightstand beside Elliot and settled on the bed. Elliot sighed and began withdrawing an assortment of snacks from the basket. Crackers, chips, candy bars, anything salty, fatty, or otherwise bad for you. A few energy drinks. Some throat lozenges.
“Um, Aid?”
“Yeah?” He’d been looking at the box of black pepper cheddar crackers.
“Why did they give us socks?”
Adrien barely repressed a grin as he took the socks from his boyfriend. They were thick, warm, calf-length and were decorated with – no. Wait, yes, those were dancing penises. Wearing sombreros, no less. “This is why,” Adrien said, pointing at one particularly happy looking penis holding a margarita.
“Oh for the love of god,” Elliot groaned. He grabbed the socks out of Adrien’s hand and threw them across the room. “I thought those were something else.”
“I mean, they are something else,” Adrien laughed. “What else is in there?”
Elliot rolled his eyes. “A trio of fruit flavored lubes,” he said, tossing the pack onto the bed in front of Adrien. “Pick your poison, sweetheart, because you’re going to owe me after this.”
Adrien cackled. “What, no chocolate syrup?”
“Oh, there’s some of that, too,” Elliot said, tossing a small bottle of Hershey’s in Adrien’s direction. “And then there are these.”
Hearing a clinking sound, Adrien glanced up and spotted a pair of feather-lined handcuffs dangling from Elliot’s finger. He pressed his lips together, hard, trying not to laugh. He’d been expecting something along these lines, and he hadn’t been disappointed. “Well, those are fun, aren’t they?”
Elliot raised an eyebrow. “They’re flimsy as fuck, you’ll break these in ten minutes, easy. Too bad I left the real ones at home.”
“Wait, why do you think that I’m the one who’ll be restrained, detective?”
Elliot lifted his gaze from the basket and grinned. “Because you’re the one who is always getting himself into trouble, that’s why.”
Adrien could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and didn’t care. “Well, if we didn’t have such sexy cops roaming the streets of Tucker, maybe I’d have reason to behave myself.”
He stared at Adrien for a few charged moments before laughing, low and deep in his belly. “You are just asking to get your ass whooped, I swear to god.”
“Well, if ya gotta be kinky about it, I’m game,” Adrien joked. “But straight up sex is good, too.”
Elliot shook his head. “You’re going to be the death of me one of these days, and I won’t regret one second of it either.”
“Is there anything else in that basket or can we clear off the bed and get to that ass whooping you just promised me.”
Green eyes sparking with mischief, Elliot said, “Only this,” before tossing something in Adrien’s direction.
“What,” Adrien began, before figuring it out. “Oh. Really?”
“Really,” Elliot laughed. “But if it makes you feel any better, there are two,” he said, holding up a cock ring in a color matching the one he’d just thrown at his boyfriend.
“I’m going to murder them both,” Adrien said, falling onto his side and laughing hysterically. “Why me?”
“Don’t you mean ‘why us’,” Elliot asked. “Better question: why are you laying there losing your shit when we could be clearing off this bed and getting naked?”
“I guess that depends,” Adrien said, pushing himself into a sitting position.
“On what?”
“Are you going to use those handcuffs on me?”
Elliot grinned. “What would you say if I lied earlier and that I might have accidentally stashed the real McCoy in my suitcase?”
“I’d say that wasn’t likely an accident,” Adrien grinned.
“And?”
“And um, I’m sorry, Detective, but I think I just committed a crime.”
Elliot barked out a laugh. “Well then, if you want to get on my good side, you’ll get up off your ass, help me clean up so I can whoop that ass like I promised.”
Adrien slid off the bed, grinning. “Where’d you learn to be such a sweet talker, Elliot?”
Elliot threw a bag of chips at him. “Get that fine ass moving, Lupei, or you’ll regret it.”
“Never,” Adrien teased, although he started stuffing things back into the basket. You know, just in case Elliot was serious. You couldn’t be too careful, could you?
Fandom: Preying Eyes original fiction
Pairing: Adrien Lupei/Elliot Deacon
Rating: NC-17-ish
Word Count: 1,314
Summary: Elliot makes a discovery in the bedroom that has nothing to do with Adrien.
Author’s Note: This is a continuation of Cabin 1606 (DW/LJ). Not quite PWP, but it’s getting there.
“Not sure if this is the master bedroom or not,” Elliot said, dragging Adrien by the arm through the first open doorway he saw, “but it’ll work for now.”
Laughing, Adrien allowed himself to be pulled into the bedroom. It had been way too long since they’d had any true downtime together. Elliot hadn’t been wrong, they were both always working, even on their days off. Although it seemed to work fine for the two of them, he made a mental note to take more quick getaways like this one, whenever they could.
The room was bigger than he’d expected for a cabin in the woods, but the large, east-facing window let in as much sunlight as the tall trees would allow. Elliot pulled him towards the king-sized bed set in the center of one wall and then abruptly stopped.
“What the hell?” Elliot let go of Adrien’s arm and approached the bed. “Where’d this come from?”
In the center of the bed was a huge wicker basket painted a bright, neon pink. From the color alone, Adrien was pretty certain he knew exactly where the basket had come from, but he kept his suspicions to himself. “There’s a card attached to the bow, hand it to me.”
Elliot gave him a look as he yanked the card off the basket. “Here. Do you – should I open it?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” Adrien said, trying not to grin. “Looks like there might be some fun stuff in there.”
From where he stood, he could see some candy bars, a bottle of wine, and some crackers. God only knew what else might be in a basket that size. Elliot gave him another doubtful look before tugging on the ribbon until the bow came undone. Adrien looked at the card in his hand and recognized the writing on the envelope. It had definitely come from his Uncle Dante. Which made him even more unsure about what Elliot might uncover at the bottom of the gift basket.
“The basket is from Uncle Dante,” Adrien said. “Oh, and my Uncle Em, too, since his name is signed on the bottom here. So, I’d proceed with caution if I were you.”
“Why,” Elliot asked. “What could they possibly have stashed in here?”
Adrien looked down at the card and laughed. “Well, the card says, ‘Have fun and don’t forget to lubricate’ so my guess is damn near anything.”
Elliot’s hand stilled over the box of crackers. “You’re scaring me.”
“Don’t be,” Adrien assured him. “Not much chance there will be anything dangerous or frightening in there. Mortifying, humiliating, and scandalous, sure. But not dangerous.”
Elliot snorted. “I’m not sure that’s any better, honestly.” He looked at the basket and sighed. “Okay, I’m going in.”
“Give me the wine and the glasses first,” Adrien said, holding out a hand. “Might be safer if we have a drink while going through this.”
Elliot passed the items to Adrien. “What do you know that you’re not telling me?”
“Nothing, other than I’ve grown up around these two and there’s no telling what might have been crammed in here as a gag gift.”
“You mean like flavored lube or worse?”
He thought about that for a moment. “At the bare minimum, flavored condoms. At the worst? God only knows.”
“Shit,” Elliot laughed. “Pour that wine. And put in a request for another bottle from the welcome center, please.”
“No need,” Adrien chuckled. “I packed some tequila.”
“I knew there was a reason why I liked you,” Elliot teased. “Okay, let’s get to this.”
Adrien set a glass of wine down on the nightstand beside Elliot and settled on the bed. Elliot sighed and began withdrawing an assortment of snacks from the basket. Crackers, chips, candy bars, anything salty, fatty, or otherwise bad for you. A few energy drinks. Some throat lozenges.
“Um, Aid?”
“Yeah?” He’d been looking at the box of black pepper cheddar crackers.
“Why did they give us socks?”
Adrien barely repressed a grin as he took the socks from his boyfriend. They were thick, warm, calf-length and were decorated with – no. Wait, yes, those were dancing penises. Wearing sombreros, no less. “This is why,” Adrien said, pointing at one particularly happy looking penis holding a margarita.
“Oh for the love of god,” Elliot groaned. He grabbed the socks out of Adrien’s hand and threw them across the room. “I thought those were something else.”
“I mean, they are something else,” Adrien laughed. “What else is in there?”
Elliot rolled his eyes. “A trio of fruit flavored lubes,” he said, tossing the pack onto the bed in front of Adrien. “Pick your poison, sweetheart, because you’re going to owe me after this.”
Adrien cackled. “What, no chocolate syrup?”
“Oh, there’s some of that, too,” Elliot said, tossing a small bottle of Hershey’s in Adrien’s direction. “And then there are these.”
Hearing a clinking sound, Adrien glanced up and spotted a pair of feather-lined handcuffs dangling from Elliot’s finger. He pressed his lips together, hard, trying not to laugh. He’d been expecting something along these lines, and he hadn’t been disappointed. “Well, those are fun, aren’t they?”
Elliot raised an eyebrow. “They’re flimsy as fuck, you’ll break these in ten minutes, easy. Too bad I left the real ones at home.”
“Wait, why do you think that I’m the one who’ll be restrained, detective?”
Elliot lifted his gaze from the basket and grinned. “Because you’re the one who is always getting himself into trouble, that’s why.”
Adrien could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and didn’t care. “Well, if we didn’t have such sexy cops roaming the streets of Tucker, maybe I’d have reason to behave myself.”
He stared at Adrien for a few charged moments before laughing, low and deep in his belly. “You are just asking to get your ass whooped, I swear to god.”
“Well, if ya gotta be kinky about it, I’m game,” Adrien joked. “But straight up sex is good, too.”
Elliot shook his head. “You’re going to be the death of me one of these days, and I won’t regret one second of it either.”
“Is there anything else in that basket or can we clear off the bed and get to that ass whooping you just promised me.”
Green eyes sparking with mischief, Elliot said, “Only this,” before tossing something in Adrien’s direction.
“What,” Adrien began, before figuring it out. “Oh. Really?”
“Really,” Elliot laughed. “But if it makes you feel any better, there are two,” he said, holding up a cock ring in a color matching the one he’d just thrown at his boyfriend.
“I’m going to murder them both,” Adrien said, falling onto his side and laughing hysterically. “Why me?”
“Don’t you mean ‘why us’,” Elliot asked. “Better question: why are you laying there losing your shit when we could be clearing off this bed and getting naked?”
“I guess that depends,” Adrien said, pushing himself into a sitting position.
“On what?”
“Are you going to use those handcuffs on me?”
Elliot grinned. “What would you say if I lied earlier and that I might have accidentally stashed the real McCoy in my suitcase?”
“I’d say that wasn’t likely an accident,” Adrien grinned.
“And?”
“And um, I’m sorry, Detective, but I think I just committed a crime.”
Elliot barked out a laugh. “Well then, if you want to get on my good side, you’ll get up off your ass, help me clean up so I can whoop that ass like I promised.”
Adrien slid off the bed, grinning. “Where’d you learn to be such a sweet talker, Elliot?”
Elliot threw a bag of chips at him. “Get that fine ass moving, Lupei, or you’ll regret it.”
“Never,” Adrien teased, although he started stuffing things back into the basket. You know, just in case Elliot was serious. You couldn’t be too careful, could you?
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I might have snickered a time or two. Trying to not get myself drug tested on a Friday afternoon.
*snort* That's going to have to wait until tomorrow. :)
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I can wait. ;)
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Woohoo! Once Taylor leaves for work tomorrow, I'll try and work on it for you.