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Domestic Bliss
This is completely post-canon and, I suppose, fully AU Cain/Glitch. Domestic shmoops with sexytimes. CW/TW for explicit M/M sex, Glitch as male/he/him, "headcase" is affectionate. 18+/NSFW. 1937 words.
[Cain's POV]
Rainy season again. And of course the damn fence had to be fixed. The wood had rotted and there was no putting it off anymore. Despite my heavy oilskin duster and the leather hat, I was soaked and chilled by the time the work was done. All I wanted to do then was change my clothes and have a hot bowl of stew.
Glitch, as he usually does, had other ideas.
He was wearing that silk robe he absolutely HAD to have from the traveling merchant that came through a month ago, deep red with gold trim, and cream-colored embroidery. I spoil him. But he did look good in it.
"Come darling," he said with that quirk-up smile of his. "I've drawn you a bath." With that he hurried to the back of the house, leaving me still dripping rainwater on the floorboards.
I hung up my hat and coat, and left my muddy boots on the mat. I peeled off the rest of my clothes, tossed them in the washtub, and headed for the bathroom. I could hear Glitch humming to himself in there. I paused at the door and just listened.
He did this, frequently. Not just the bath, sometimes it was a special meal, or some piece of art he made from twigs and leaves around our house. Or the times he'd wait for me in bed, naked and hard, and we'd make love for hours. Today, the rain only gave him an excuse.
When I swung the door open, his robe fell to the floor.
**
"Cain! Look what I've found!" Glitch came bursting in from one of his walks through the woods on our property. He laid his handkercheif on the table in front of me, and carefully peeled back the fabric. Inside was a large piece of honeycomb, coated and overflowing with that sticky, golden liquid.
"There's a simply exquisite hive not far from here. And if you light a small fire and fan the smoke at it, the bees fly off and what do you know, we have honey for toast!" I watched him as he spoke, rummaging through the kitchen for a jar. I knew where they were, but I loved watching him move, graceful as the honey was viscous.
"That's great sweetheart," I praised him. "Good job finding that." I leaned over in my chair for a better look; he was on all fours, digging around under the sink. Yes he was very thin, but his ass was round and soft.
To my slight disappointment he stood again, hands on his hips and a pout on his lips. Alright, so maybe I wasn't that disappointed, because he looked absolutely adorable like that. He stomped a foot and scowled, casting his gaze around the room.
"Now where in Gods' names..." His expression changed when he saw the grin on my face. "You know, don't you?" I nodded. "Wyatt Cain, sometimes you're a giant pain in the ass."
"That didn't sound like pain last night sweetheart."
"Don't change the subject! Where are they please?"
I pointed over his head. "In that cupboard behind you. Top shelf."
He sighed. "You would put them there darling, you're taller than I am. Would you bring the honey over here please?"
As he turned and opened the cupboard door, I scooped up the handkercheif and laid it on the counter beside him. He was right, I am taller, and just then felt as though I should help. He was on his tip-toes, arm fully extended, fingers barely grazing a jar. Standing behind him I reached up, pressing against his body, pinning him to the counter. I chuckled as I set the jar down, and he wiggled his ass against my now obvious erection.
"Well then darling, is that so?"
"Indeed it is Glitch." I purred in his ear, catching his wrist in my hand as he lowered his arm. He shivered and made a sensual humming sound.
"Seeing as that's the case, you may want to back up a pace or two. I have an idea."
My grin got bigger as I released his wrist and took that step back. "You usually do."
"That's because I'm a genius darling." He'd gotten the comb into the jar, and turned to face me with it still in his hand. His eyes darted to the bulge in my pants then. But before I could move he was on his knees, undoing my belt, the jar on the floor beside him.
When his hand grasped my cock I got even harder. I sucked air in through my teeth as he stroked, achingly slow.
"So beautiful," he muttered, "So perfect." He dragged my clothes down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them, leaning back against the table for balance and support. I was so hard my cock was damn near pointed to the ceiling. Glitch took it in his hand again and I moaned.
"I need a taste," he said, and I twitched. "But let's make it interesting, shall we darling?"
"Whatever you want, sweetheart."
He grinned and picked up the honey jar. He tipped it until the glistening nectar began to flow out, drizzling onto my cock. When he was satisfied, he set the jar aside and licked his lips.
"Delectable," he said, as he leaned forward and extended his tongue. He used it to spread the honey all over me, coating me in the thick, sticky mess. And he licked me. And licked me. And licked me, warming the honey and driving me mad.
"Glitch," I growled. "More."
"So impatient Cain," he scolded me. But his breath was ragged and his eyes shining. He wanted it just as badly. I took a fistful of curls.
"More."
He moaned and opened his mouth and took in my solid, throbbing length. He took me deep, sucking hard, making sounds as though he was a starving man enjoying his first meal in days.
His hands locked onto my hips for leverage as he pulled back, the honey putting up resistance and making his lips drag. I moaned loudly and thrust forward, not wating to leave that wet heat. His dark eyes stared up at me, begging for more.
Still holding his hair I pushed forward, over and over, roughly taking his mouth. One of his hands dropped off my hip to free his own erection, and I watched his arm move in time with my thrusts. And he just. Kept. Looking at me.
And it was suddenly too much. The pressure of his mouth sliding over me, the sounds he made, the way he stroked himself, and those damn beautiful eyes. I felt it building fast and gripped his hair tighter. He squealed and his breath came harder, he knew I was close. The fingers of my other hand dug into his shoulder as I cried out.
"Glitch, yes, fuck yes I'm gonna cum!"
And he pushed forward, taking me all the way back into his throat. That did it, I exploded, surrounded by him like that. And he shook as he swallowed, his own orgasm so intense he could hardly contain it.
After a few labored breaths, I helped him stand and pulled him close. He gave me a dreamy sort of smile.
"Thank you darling."
"No, sweetheart, thank you."
He leaned forward to rest his forehead on mine. He still had honey on his lips...and that golden liquid from the beehive as well.
----------
[Glitch's POV]
I knew exactly what he'd think, finding me there. On the bed, on my side, propped up on my elbow. One leg crossed over the other, demure yet seductive. Oh, and did I mention, naked? He loves how my skin looks in candle light, like Fall sunshine through honey.
And so I waited to greet my lover, listening for his footfalls on our wood floor. I got hard, imagining how he'd react when he walked in. I couldn't help it, I started to stroke myself thinking about it, knowing how he'd press his lips to mine as he entered me.
I clenched and moaned, remembering how he filled me, all that thick, hard cock so deep inside me. Gods, I love how he fucks me. Feeling him move, how his muscles tense and flex. My hand pumped faster, my breath got shallow, the pressure built and before I realized it I was cumming.
I laid back, panting, my eyes still closed. "Dear me, I didn't mean to let it get that far."
"I loved it, sweetheart."
His voice startled me. My eyes flew open and sought out the gruff, lusty sound that made my cock twitch. He stood in the doorway, not a stitch on him, his own, beautiful cock at attention in his hand.
"Well then darling, I'm feeling ambitious. I wonder how many more times you can make me do that."
He grinned. "Let's dance, headcase."
***
It happened again, that explosion of pleasure, both into and out of my body.
We'd been at it for hours, over and over, every way imaginable. I rode him, facing forwards and back, lying down and sitting up. He had me laid out, my legs hooked over his shoulders. From behind, up on my knees with my chest flat against the bed. And there was sucking, for both of us. We fucked hard. We made love, tender and sweet. We indulged in each other, again and again. The house smelled of the act, the scent soaking into the porous wood. We were sweaty and hoarse, sore and panting.
"Glitch sweetheart," he rasped between labored breaths, "Into the tub."
I groaned with the effort that even thinking about moving required. "Carry me. I simply haven't the strength."
Cain raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Baby," he teased, sliding those incredible arms underneath me. He grunted as he lifted my weight. I settled my head on his shoulder.
"So strong," I mused, not for the first time. I kissed his neck lightly till I raised a few hairs at the nape.
The water was very warm, with a scented oil in it. Something with spice, and honey. Ever since that time in the kitchen, he loves when I smell like honey. He climbed in with me, behind me, and washed my back. Pulling me against him, he started to clean anything else he could reach, and that's when I felt it.
"Ouch, Cain darling, put that away!"
"Where, exactly?" I could hear both the smirk and the exhaustion in his voice.
"Somewhere out of my spine, preferably. How is that even possible?"
"Hey, it ain't my fault. You did the kissing on the way in here. You did all the begging for more out there."
My eyes drifted shut. "And I would think a man of your prowess and rhythmic ability could better control himself." My hand snaked behind me, found the appendage in question and gave it a squeeze. He let out a growl.
"Flattery, sweetheart..." Leaning forward his mouth clamped onto my neck, suckling at my flesh. His large, strong hand closed around my sudden erection as I gasped and whispered his name.
Both of us moved languidly, either out of indulgence or exhaustion. It was a slow, quiet sort of exchange. The water lapped soothingly around our bodies, the oil infusing our skin.
"This isn't going where you intended, is it darling?" I turned and tilted my head to gaze on him. His blue eyes were serene as the sunlit ocean. He closed both masculine arms around my slim shoulders, giving up the effort.
"Glitch, I'm exactly where I want to be."
[Cain's POV]
Rainy season again. And of course the damn fence had to be fixed. The wood had rotted and there was no putting it off anymore. Despite my heavy oilskin duster and the leather hat, I was soaked and chilled by the time the work was done. All I wanted to do then was change my clothes and have a hot bowl of stew.
Glitch, as he usually does, had other ideas.
He was wearing that silk robe he absolutely HAD to have from the traveling merchant that came through a month ago, deep red with gold trim, and cream-colored embroidery. I spoil him. But he did look good in it.
"Come darling," he said with that quirk-up smile of his. "I've drawn you a bath." With that he hurried to the back of the house, leaving me still dripping rainwater on the floorboards.
I hung up my hat and coat, and left my muddy boots on the mat. I peeled off the rest of my clothes, tossed them in the washtub, and headed for the bathroom. I could hear Glitch humming to himself in there. I paused at the door and just listened.
He did this, frequently. Not just the bath, sometimes it was a special meal, or some piece of art he made from twigs and leaves around our house. Or the times he'd wait for me in bed, naked and hard, and we'd make love for hours. Today, the rain only gave him an excuse.
When I swung the door open, his robe fell to the floor.
**
"Cain! Look what I've found!" Glitch came bursting in from one of his walks through the woods on our property. He laid his handkercheif on the table in front of me, and carefully peeled back the fabric. Inside was a large piece of honeycomb, coated and overflowing with that sticky, golden liquid.
"There's a simply exquisite hive not far from here. And if you light a small fire and fan the smoke at it, the bees fly off and what do you know, we have honey for toast!" I watched him as he spoke, rummaging through the kitchen for a jar. I knew where they were, but I loved watching him move, graceful as the honey was viscous.
"That's great sweetheart," I praised him. "Good job finding that." I leaned over in my chair for a better look; he was on all fours, digging around under the sink. Yes he was very thin, but his ass was round and soft.
To my slight disappointment he stood again, hands on his hips and a pout on his lips. Alright, so maybe I wasn't that disappointed, because he looked absolutely adorable like that. He stomped a foot and scowled, casting his gaze around the room.
"Now where in Gods' names..." His expression changed when he saw the grin on my face. "You know, don't you?" I nodded. "Wyatt Cain, sometimes you're a giant pain in the ass."
"That didn't sound like pain last night sweetheart."
"Don't change the subject! Where are they please?"
I pointed over his head. "In that cupboard behind you. Top shelf."
He sighed. "You would put them there darling, you're taller than I am. Would you bring the honey over here please?"
As he turned and opened the cupboard door, I scooped up the handkercheif and laid it on the counter beside him. He was right, I am taller, and just then felt as though I should help. He was on his tip-toes, arm fully extended, fingers barely grazing a jar. Standing behind him I reached up, pressing against his body, pinning him to the counter. I chuckled as I set the jar down, and he wiggled his ass against my now obvious erection.
"Well then darling, is that so?"
"Indeed it is Glitch." I purred in his ear, catching his wrist in my hand as he lowered his arm. He shivered and made a sensual humming sound.
"Seeing as that's the case, you may want to back up a pace or two. I have an idea."
My grin got bigger as I released his wrist and took that step back. "You usually do."
"That's because I'm a genius darling." He'd gotten the comb into the jar, and turned to face me with it still in his hand. His eyes darted to the bulge in my pants then. But before I could move he was on his knees, undoing my belt, the jar on the floor beside him.
When his hand grasped my cock I got even harder. I sucked air in through my teeth as he stroked, achingly slow.
"So beautiful," he muttered, "So perfect." He dragged my clothes down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them, leaning back against the table for balance and support. I was so hard my cock was damn near pointed to the ceiling. Glitch took it in his hand again and I moaned.
"I need a taste," he said, and I twitched. "But let's make it interesting, shall we darling?"
"Whatever you want, sweetheart."
He grinned and picked up the honey jar. He tipped it until the glistening nectar began to flow out, drizzling onto my cock. When he was satisfied, he set the jar aside and licked his lips.
"Delectable," he said, as he leaned forward and extended his tongue. He used it to spread the honey all over me, coating me in the thick, sticky mess. And he licked me. And licked me. And licked me, warming the honey and driving me mad.
"Glitch," I growled. "More."
"So impatient Cain," he scolded me. But his breath was ragged and his eyes shining. He wanted it just as badly. I took a fistful of curls.
"More."
He moaned and opened his mouth and took in my solid, throbbing length. He took me deep, sucking hard, making sounds as though he was a starving man enjoying his first meal in days.
His hands locked onto my hips for leverage as he pulled back, the honey putting up resistance and making his lips drag. I moaned loudly and thrust forward, not wating to leave that wet heat. His dark eyes stared up at me, begging for more.
Still holding his hair I pushed forward, over and over, roughly taking his mouth. One of his hands dropped off my hip to free his own erection, and I watched his arm move in time with my thrusts. And he just. Kept. Looking at me.
And it was suddenly too much. The pressure of his mouth sliding over me, the sounds he made, the way he stroked himself, and those damn beautiful eyes. I felt it building fast and gripped his hair tighter. He squealed and his breath came harder, he knew I was close. The fingers of my other hand dug into his shoulder as I cried out.
"Glitch, yes, fuck yes I'm gonna cum!"
And he pushed forward, taking me all the way back into his throat. That did it, I exploded, surrounded by him like that. And he shook as he swallowed, his own orgasm so intense he could hardly contain it.
After a few labored breaths, I helped him stand and pulled him close. He gave me a dreamy sort of smile.
"Thank you darling."
"No, sweetheart, thank you."
He leaned forward to rest his forehead on mine. He still had honey on his lips...and that golden liquid from the beehive as well.
----------
[Glitch's POV]
I knew exactly what he'd think, finding me there. On the bed, on my side, propped up on my elbow. One leg crossed over the other, demure yet seductive. Oh, and did I mention, naked? He loves how my skin looks in candle light, like Fall sunshine through honey.
And so I waited to greet my lover, listening for his footfalls on our wood floor. I got hard, imagining how he'd react when he walked in. I couldn't help it, I started to stroke myself thinking about it, knowing how he'd press his lips to mine as he entered me.
I clenched and moaned, remembering how he filled me, all that thick, hard cock so deep inside me. Gods, I love how he fucks me. Feeling him move, how his muscles tense and flex. My hand pumped faster, my breath got shallow, the pressure built and before I realized it I was cumming.
I laid back, panting, my eyes still closed. "Dear me, I didn't mean to let it get that far."
"I loved it, sweetheart."
His voice startled me. My eyes flew open and sought out the gruff, lusty sound that made my cock twitch. He stood in the doorway, not a stitch on him, his own, beautiful cock at attention in his hand.
"Well then darling, I'm feeling ambitious. I wonder how many more times you can make me do that."
He grinned. "Let's dance, headcase."
***
It happened again, that explosion of pleasure, both into and out of my body.
We'd been at it for hours, over and over, every way imaginable. I rode him, facing forwards and back, lying down and sitting up. He had me laid out, my legs hooked over his shoulders. From behind, up on my knees with my chest flat against the bed. And there was sucking, for both of us. We fucked hard. We made love, tender and sweet. We indulged in each other, again and again. The house smelled of the act, the scent soaking into the porous wood. We were sweaty and hoarse, sore and panting.
"Glitch sweetheart," he rasped between labored breaths, "Into the tub."
I groaned with the effort that even thinking about moving required. "Carry me. I simply haven't the strength."
Cain raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Baby," he teased, sliding those incredible arms underneath me. He grunted as he lifted my weight. I settled my head on his shoulder.
"So strong," I mused, not for the first time. I kissed his neck lightly till I raised a few hairs at the nape.
The water was very warm, with a scented oil in it. Something with spice, and honey. Ever since that time in the kitchen, he loves when I smell like honey. He climbed in with me, behind me, and washed my back. Pulling me against him, he started to clean anything else he could reach, and that's when I felt it.
"Ouch, Cain darling, put that away!"
"Where, exactly?" I could hear both the smirk and the exhaustion in his voice.
"Somewhere out of my spine, preferably. How is that even possible?"
"Hey, it ain't my fault. You did the kissing on the way in here. You did all the begging for more out there."
My eyes drifted shut. "And I would think a man of your prowess and rhythmic ability could better control himself." My hand snaked behind me, found the appendage in question and gave it a squeeze. He let out a growl.
"Flattery, sweetheart..." Leaning forward his mouth clamped onto my neck, suckling at my flesh. His large, strong hand closed around my sudden erection as I gasped and whispered his name.
Both of us moved languidly, either out of indulgence or exhaustion. It was a slow, quiet sort of exchange. The water lapped soothingly around our bodies, the oil infusing our skin.
"This isn't going where you intended, is it darling?" I turned and tilted my head to gaze on him. His blue eyes were serene as the sunlit ocean. He closed both masculine arms around my slim shoulders, giving up the effort.
"Glitch, I'm exactly where I want to be."