3:08 pm

It started once they were back in that cabin. They were farther away from the others, yes, but that didn't mean they couldn't connect to them. It was an emotional day weirdly enough. They were moving long ways away, but a smaller creature, who stuck behind the taller man the entire time of goodbyes and farewells, thought the sentiment parade was quite unnecessary. But of course, the other man thought otherwise. He would miss Kristen and everyone else they had to leave at Lakeshore. It was too much for the doll to handle when he was being smooched up with sappy valedictions and kisses. He wasn't huge on that and the others did know, they just wanted to have their fun with him before the two had gone far away.

They didn't need a moving truck. They didn't have a lot of things packed. There already was furniture with a fridge and other appliances needed for a regular household. They packed their clothes with each new pair of boots they bought the day before moving. Andy brought his laptop for when they couldn't get the computer to work. They also needed service.

Chucky didn't understand why it was in the winter they needed to move. He quarreled at it weeks before their decision. Andy wasn't fond of moving in a better season since he liked the winter. If he had a choice he would move from somewhere irresistible hot to somewhere blazing cold, that was just how it is, and Chucky would have to come no matter what. It was Andy who had control over almost everything, including Chucky. Still, the doll almost refused to get out of the truck once the cold from Andy's door blew onto his nose and cheeks, the heat from the AC of the truck vanishing. Chucky groaned, but because of the wind messing with the twos' ears, Andy mistook it for a whine, so he looked back. "You alright?" Andy picked up the box that was set in between him and Charles. Chucky wasn't impressed he could tell but he wasn't enraged.

"I'm fine, dipshit," Chucky scooted over to Andy's door, making Andy carry him to the ground. He didn't trust his own side, what if there was a giant pile of chilling hard snow waiting for him at the bottom? Andy set him down on the shallowest part of the ground he could find. Chucky tried to help by pushing the boxes to the porch. It helped for a bit, until they had to get to the steps. He wasn't going to stop though, not even if Andy said he could. He could pick up some boxes if light enough, but he still couldn't challenge the icy levels.

Andy finished most of the work and got a fire started for him and the doll. Boxes were on the counter, some already were unfolded and packed into a storage closet for future needs. Chucky didn't want to go to the fire, no matter how much he hated the stiff air surrounding his bare skin. He climbed up on the counter and waited until Andy walked over again.

Andy thought about a lot of things during random times, right now he was wondering if he should make a backyard shed instead of relying on other indoor closest. He would get to that eventually and would write down the idea in his notebook. He realized then that someone was watching him, then he hurried to finish the closest. He slid the box away from him and Chucky once he got to the doll, probably for more space. It was a long ride to the cabin, he hadn't touched Chucky the way he liked, except for the pokey teasing in the truck. Chucky threw his fits and tried to latch onto the man's arm, but the box was in the way, along with his tightly secured seatbelt (Andy was the one who made it tight like that). They also argued over which station they should select. Chucky wanted to hear the weather forecast, but Andy insisted that they should focus more on music. They weren't really listening though when they settled on music, they were just glad there was noise rather than nothing. Chucky could go on and discuss whatever as background emptiness to Andy's ears, but Chucky didn't know what to talk about at the time. Now as he is in the cabin, he could talk about a lot of things. It is a shame that the music made his train of thought slow down from that time.

Andy hugged Chucky around the small man's waist. "You seem tired," Chucky was and did seem like it. The truck was too uncomfortable and the radio was too loud. But, even if he was comfortable and the music was just at the right volume to doze off, he still would be wide awake while staring out into the snowy fields and white clear sky. He never could fall asleep at a time of the day, it wasn't right to his eyes.

Chucky wrapped his ungloved fingers into the man's jacket. "So do you," he replied, nuzzling his pink nose in Andy's shoulder.

They planned then to take a long nap together next to the fire once Andy got the fridge to work. Chucky felt it was okay now to go get himself warm finally. He took his coat off and hung it up, with the help of a long stool, and stayed close to the fire. His gloves and boots were still on.

Chucky got a little closer to the flames, his pink nose and cheeks started to go pale like the rest of his skin. He felt tears in his eyes, tired and carefree tears. He loves to feel heated and now was an exception.

"Done," Andy whispered to himself once the fridge started again. He had put food in there along with a few beers. Chucky liked wine, so as a surprise, Andy brought a bottle of grape flavored champagne with them. He shut the fridge door and ignored the leftover boxes. Those could be tended to once he got the energy to care anymore.

He sat on the couch, watching Chucky enjoy the feeling of long-desired warmth gust onto his face. Andy smiled once Chucky turned around and noticed him. "You should take your boots off," Andy said while unzipping his black jacket. Chucky grunted and walked towards the door, taking them off and placing them orderly. He needed to sort things out like that, or else his psyche would taunt him for being too messy. Andy didn't tease him about his perfectionist habit, he had times where things need to be aligned as well.

Chucky kept his gloves on and rolled them up to cover his fingers. Andy enjoys the cold, but too much of it did bother him. His gloves were off and so was his boots. He could remove his socks, but the short amounts of energy weren't enough for Andy to move again and remove them. Chucky sat next to him on the couch, Andy laid his head back and shut his eyes. He didn't sleep right away, he knew Chucky didn't want to sleep. So, he wrapped a strong arm around his husband and brought him close, making him feel more safe and secure. Chucky relaxed his body into Andy, then drifted off, Andy soon falling behind him.

7:56 pm

They slept longer than expected, but the fire was still going. Andy noticed Chucky was on his lap, locked in the same childish position he held every now and then. Andy tapped Chucky's cheek gently, the doll woke up slowly. "Hmmm?" Chucky sunk his face into Andy's stomach. Andy stroke Chucky's back, his hand's rhythm was lazy. It still made a low roll from under Chucky's throat, just like purring.

"We should unpack our clothes," Andy said as he sat up, carrying Chucky along with him. Chucky said nothing, he didn't make any noise against Andy's words either. He must be really tired is what Andy guessed.

They got up to their bedroom and unpacked. They separated their clothes into different sides of the dresser. Chucky had fewer numbers of pants but a lot of shirts. He made them himself, pants were harder to make he would argue. Andy commented a lot on Chucky's hobby, it did kind of make sense that Chucky would be into something like sewing. Chucky was embarrassed once Andy found out. But Chucky was talented at a lot of things, so it didn't shock Andy the way Chucky expected. He expected the same reaction when he drew a very good image of Nica, just like she requested. He doesn't have that picture anymore. He gave it to her, but he doubts that she still has it.

Andy finished first, then went back downstairs to finish the other boxes he ignored a while ago. They were only cans. Once Chucky was done, he left the room and went to Andy. His stomach hurt and his chest heaved. He was hungry.

He found Andy with no more surrounding boxes. He was completely finished with that, but now he has to deal with a lot more, and Chucky was more than willing to help. "Hungry?" Andy read the ginger's mind. Chucky didn't need to respond, there was already a plate of eggs and pancakes displayed in front of him. It is breakfast for dinner, like what they discussed in the truck.

"T-Thanks," Chucky gasped out. He didn't realize how hard he was breathing. His throat wasn't in pain, but it was his mind that repeated the same heart-thumping motion. It sounded like a warning.

He ignored it and took big bites of his meal. He was finished before he got to his drink.

"What?" Chucky felt the familiar taste poison his lungs. It was very unexpected. He looked up at Andy, who had a bottle of his favorite beer in his hand, gouging it down. It was gonna be one of those nights. Well, it was a way to celebrate a new house and a new lifestyle he guessed. Chucky blushed.

He took a long drink of the wine. He was gonna have more after this glass he knew. He might as well just have the whole bottle right in front of him. Andy knew that as well, so he didn't hesitate to put the bottle in front of Chucky's face. Chucky finished the glass, then got to the bottle, he felt woozy already. Maybe he was still very tired or how his breathing was messing with the wheels of his head.

That bottle of wine wasn't enough, so Andy got Chucky a beer. He wasn't forcing this onto Chucky out of will. If it was gonna happen to Andy, it had to happen to Chucky. That is what they promised a while ago.

Sooner or later they were both laughing and forgetting whatever they thought was important just minutes ago. Chucky's breathing was the same, Andy wasn't speaking or thinking right. A few more bottles in and before the two of them knew it, they were on the couch, lips locked. The rest of the house was dark while the light of the fire let each other see into another's eyes. Chucky's were pleading, his breaths were rapid with lust. Andy's hands were roaming around Chucky's tiny yet stout body. Chucky played with Andy's hair, either tugging or stroking it. They both smelled and tasted like alcohol, and they both felt warm as they dug deeper out of passion. They were there, intertwined with one another, clothes on the ground, moans filling the entire cabin. They stayed like that the entire night, enjoying each other's taste and body.