That evening, after Michael and Ben made love for the third time that day, they got dressed and headed downstairs. Before they arrived at the cabin they had gone and got groceries for the weekend. Ben walked into the kitchen and started preparing dinner as Michael sat on the counter top and told him how gorgeous he was.

"You really shouldn't sit up there," Ben said after some time, and when he could get a word in.

"Why?" Michael asked, a little confused.

"Because it makes me want to fuck you," Ben grinned as he dipped his finger in the sauce he had just made and tried it.

"Let me try," Michael said. Ben dipped his finger into the sauce again and Michael sucked it off. "That's good,"

"So is your mouth," Ben winked before pouring the sauce over the pasta, "Here you are,"

"Thanks," Michael said as he took the plate from Ben and they went into the living room.

After dinner they washed up, which took longer than it should have because Michael decided to begin a tea towel flicking fight. After more than enough time running around the kitchen table trying to make the biggest impact on each other's arses they finished the dishes and returned to the living room to cuddle on the couch.

"Before it gets any later I'm going to go get some more wood for the fire," Ben said.

"Ok," Michael replied. He picked up the comic book he'd left on the coffee table earlier and started to read it. Four pages in and suddenly the lights went out. "What the hell?" He got up and made his way towards the door, only to trip on the upturned corner of the rug. After a minute of swearing, getting back up and composing himself he felt his way out of the living room and towards the back door. Finally reaching it he opened it to see that there is light seeping from the cracks in the wood shed. Walking out into the freezing night air he made his way to the shed, only to find Ben wasn't there.

"Ben!" he called out but there was no reply. Gingerly he began back towards the house when he saw a shadow coming from behind the shed, what looked like a hunched over man with an axe. His heart began to beat fast as he steped back into the shed and held his breath.

This is it..Like those horror movies where they're out in the middle of nowhere and they get murdered...God, please, don't let them hurt Ben... Then he heard footsteps entering the shed.

"Argh!" he screamed as a figure emerged into the light.

"Fucking Hell!" Ben yelled. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"God, It's you!" Michael sighed.

"Who the hell did you think it was?" Ben asked, cocking his eyebrows.

"I don't know...the power went out and then I came out looking for you and saw this shadow which looked like a man hunched over with an axe and all I could think about was those horror movies," Michael said as he reached out for Ben.

"You think into things too much," Ben laughed and pulled Michael near. "C'mon, let's go have a look at this fuse box," They walked around the side of the cabin to the fuse box and after several minutes Ben had found and fixed the problem. They quickly went and collected some more wood before retreating from the cold and back into the warmth. Sitting on the couch Ben pulled Michael close and kissed him.

"I love you," Ben said.

"I love you too," Michael replied. Then he ran his fingers up and down Ben's thigh. "I think we need to christen the couch,"