The rain is beating down so hard that the trees outside the window are nothing but watery blurs of brown and green and grey and the crackle of the weak fire trying to catch in the fireplace is drowned out by the steady drumming of it on the tin roof. Spencer shifts a little, because one of the springs of the truly ancient couch he's sprawled out across is digging right into the small of his back, but that does nothing but make it creak ominously, so he stills and tries to ignore it in favor of the warm, firm cushion of Derek's thigh under his cheek and the way he's massaging tiny, perfect circles into his scalp.

"Worst. Vacation. Ever," Spencer grumbles, though there's no real heat behind his slightly sleep slurred words. He watches the wavering flames of the fire and hopes he drools on Derek's leg when he inevitably falls asleep. "Thought you checked the weather before you dragged me up here?"

"I did. It was supposed to be bright and sunny all weekend."

"Nnn," Spencer says, momentarily losing the ability to form real words when Derek digs the pad of his thumb into a knot of tension in his neck. "And I thought you said you'd modernized this place."

"You should have seen it when I started renovations. Total wreck." Derek slides his fingers back behind Spencer's ears and presses a little harder, because the man has magic fingers as well as a great ass, and, really, that's enough of a reason to keep him around for pretty much the rest of his life. Of course, he also has the annoying ability to sound perfectly awake and happy despite having spent most of the day futilely trying to fix the power at the decrepit little cabin that he'd assured Spencer he was completely finished fixing up. So the man is unnaturally perky in addition to being a liar, but then he bends down and brushes his lips across Spencer's jaw. Spencer's never really considered himself to be easy before, but he's apparently as easy as first grade math when it comes to Derek, so he tilts his head back a little more in a silent request for neck kisses.

And yes, Spencer may have ended up eating mostly cold spaghettios for dinner because the stove is broken, the only real restaurant within reasonable driving distance is closed down because of health violations, and cooking over an open flame is a skill that neither one of them has mastered, but when Derek finds that shivery spot right above Spencer's Adam's apple and starts to suck, Spencer decides he feels pretty okay about that.

"Maybe I just didn't want to be away from you for another weekend, baby." Derek gives his neck one more little nip, then pulls away to smirk at him, completely unrepentant. "Ever think of that?"

Spencer glares up at him as sternly as he can manage-which, admittedly, isn't very-and reaches up to loop an arm around his neck so that he can tug him back down. "Yes, you're very sweet. And codependent," he says testily, ignoring the way Derek's somehow managing to very clearly laugh at him without actually making a sound. "Now get back down here and make it up to me."

Derek grins at him, the spark in his eye pure wickedness, and does.

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