Well folks it's been a crazy since the last update on this – and since none of the world can enjoy their holidays this year, I've decided that we are gonna live vicariously through Matt, Kelly and Olivia. However, you may find that their holiday isn't gonna go as smoothly as they planned it either – somehow, I'm not upset about it. Kinda glad they are suffering along with us in fact.

Reviews and nice comments are like drugs to me so please do keep 'em coming!

Hope everyone and their families are safe and well! Keep safe out there!

All the love,

K xx.

Matt POV

Water beats down on my shoulders and rivulets cascade down my chest as my hand grips down on the tiles in front of me. My fingers slipping on the wet tile for purchase as wet heat engulfs my cock. Resisting the urge to buck up is hard, resisting the urge to grip down on Kelly's head and thrust into his tight throat until I cum is harder. As my eyes open and I look down I lose the fight to not buck up as I see Kelly. He's kneeling on the shower floor, water is falling down his face, droplets settling on his scruff and shoulders as he hollows his cheeks again. I feel his throat contract around my cock head and his hand slides up from the shower floor to press on my stomach hard to stop me from smothering him. Pressure builds in my stomach as Kelly runs his tongue along the underside of my cock, digging into the slit before twirling it around the head with his usual mind-blowing skill. I press a hand down on to his cheek, his scruff scratching the palm of my hand as pleasure engulfs me and I tip over the edge. I rest my head on the tiles in front of me as after shocks shake my body. I feel Kelly shift under me as my cock falls from his mouth, pushing upwards I look down in time to see a cocky smile grace his lips as he stands up, brushing a hand up my abs as he does so,

"Tightly wound there Matt? That didn't take long"

His words are breathed into my ear with a small chuckle as he ducks under my arms and turns into the spray of the shower. He shuts his eyes and his hands brush the water up and over his head, running his hands through his hair at the same time. He's showing off, flexing his arm muscles, jutting out his pecs a bit more however the whole show is slightly ruined as all of my attention is on his rock-hard cock. Moulding my body along his back, I skate a hand around his side to grip down hard on this cock. It jerks in my hand at the sudden touch,

"That's a very pretty show you're putting on there Kel. You want something or just showing off? Hmm…"

My voice drops lower as I feel his cock jump in my hand as my words fall into his ears. It's his turn for his hands to crash onto the tiles as a groan rumbles in his chest. I wasn't really expecting an answer, so without a pause, I grip down slightly hard just as Kelly likes and pull my hand down his cock slowly. At the base, I let go, pulling his balls in the palm of my hand to roll them through my fingers. A string of high whimpers, that Kelly will totally deny later, come as my knuckles accidentally brush along his perineum lightly. I press a kiss down on to the base of his neck as I ghost my fingers along the bottom of his cock, tracing the bulging vein up to his head again. The tangy salty taste of Kelly's sweat mixed with water and something uniquely Kelly burst into my mouth as I press down an open-mouthed kiss just under his ear this time. However, just as my tongue withdraws and my hand circles Kelly's cock head, Severide's voice breaks slightly as he sobs out,

"Fuck! Matt please… please babe. I'm so close, come on. Give it to me."

His hands scrabble at the tiles as I oblige. Gripping down, I speed up, pulling my hand up and down his cock as I bite down on the side of his neck, sucking hard to pull the blood to the surface. He's squirming in my grip now, bucking forward into my hand before pressing backwards into my arms, again and again, his breathing picking up until with a sharp grunt, he cums hard. Cum splatters the tiles in front of him before trickling down my hand to the shower cubicle floor below. His chest is heaving like he has just ran a race as he turns and hauls me in to crush our lips together hard. Just as he parts his lips and my tongue enters his mouth, cold water rains down on our heads. Both of us curse simultaneously as I reach around Kelly to hit the shower controls to shut the water off and Kelly opens the shower door to the bathroom.

Kelly throws a towel at my head as I exit the shower behind him, wrapping the towel around my waist I follow an unashamedly naked Kelly into the bedroom. Liv is sitting at the dresser across the room pulling her hair up into a bun but as she secures an elastic around her hair, she turns to watch. Kelly ignores her gaze as it starts at his feet and rakes his body before settling on his neck. I see the small smirk that graces her lips before she stands, dropping her hairbrush on the table, and moves around the bed to corner Kelly by his bedside table. I lean against the wall the other side of the bed as I watch her stand up on her tiptoes and run her tongue along the purpling hickey on his neck.

"I like you all marked up like this"

At her words, Kelly ducks to be in line with the mirror on the dresser and lets out an oath as he sees my handiwork.

"Fuck Matt. How do you expect me to hide that on shift?"

I duck as he lobs one of the pillows off the bed at my head. The pillow hits the wall with a soft thud before sliding to the ground at my feet. Leaning down to grab the pillow I don't see Kelly move until it is too late. A hand closes over my forearm, pulling me down on to the bed. Shock disappears quickly I try to twist out of his grip to no avail. Then teeth bite down on my neck. The pillow that was in my hand moves to crash over Kelly's head loosening his mouth's grip on my neck and sending him sideways. We tussle mildly for a minute, doing more damage to the bedsheets and the pillows than anything else. A truce is called and we are halfway dressed, now with matching hickeys, before Liv breaks the comfortable silence. She's leaning on the dresser, watching Kelly's pull his polo shirt over his head,

"Dawson said that you have some furlough to take?"

Kelly distractedly hums before turning away to grab his bag off of the floor. Rolling her eyes, Liv turns to me and raises an eyebrow.

"Chief's pushing to get some of the furlough that we're hoarding off of the books. We haven't really discussed it much and nothing's set in stone yet. Why?"

"Just thought we could go away for a few days? Log cabin in the woods, you two could go fishing, no phones, lots of relaxing together…"

Liv trails off as her phone pings with a message on the dresser behind her and she turns to look at the screen. Behind her back I glance at Kelly and raise an eyebrow. Why not – after all that had happened so far this year, it would be nice to get away for a bit. He nods marginally and smiles back.

Olivia POV

Kelly bends to pick up another box at his feet and his muscles bunch out of his shirt sleeves. Dropping the suitcase at his feet, my hands immediately migrate to his arms, hands running over bare skin, feeling the tense muscles under my fingers as a bolt of lust goes through me. Kelly's voice startles me out of my trance-like stare at his arms,

"We're going to be late. Get your hands off of my arms so I can put this in the truck and go get Matt so we can get on the road!"

I retract my hands from Kelly's straining biceps and the cooler hits the truck bed with a bang, inside the bottles clink together. Turning Kelly fixes me with a glare and I step back out of his space, pouting as I do so.

"We're on holiday – we don't have a certain time we have to be at the cabin"

I wheedle back at him, tracing a hand down the front of his t-shirt, trying to entice him into a quickie before we leave. His hand falls to my wrist and for a second, I think I've actually managed to get my own way. I dart my eyes up to his and then see it - the stern glint in his blue eyes. As I go to pull my arm out of his grip, he moves slightly to my left. He maintains the grip on my wrist as his right arm smacks down onto my ass. Luckily my jeans take brunt of the first blow, unluckily Kelly knows this and adds more force into the next few swats as compensation. Five hard blows rain down on my ass and I lean forward to bury my face in his chest to muffle the indignant yelps they elicit. As quickly as the onslaught had come, it ended.

His grip on my wrist subsides and I yank my arm away as I step back. His hand comes up to my face, wiping away the small tear drops collecting on my eyelashes gently before it dips to hold my chin.

"I thought we screwed all of the brattiness out of you last night hmm… now the two hour drive out to the cabin is going to be very uncomfortable for you if I have to ask you again to go get Matt."

He presses a chaste kiss on my lips before turning around and focusing his attention on the luggage and boxes currently stacked on the tailgate of the truck. Just as I'm turning to go and find Matt, I see him exiting the house, pulling the door shut behind him.

"Alright, house is locked up tight, we all ready to go here?"

Matt asks as he comes out of the gate and stands beside me. Kelly hums an affirmative as he snaps the tailgate of the truck shut.

Matt's POV

The seemingly two-hour drive is torture. First, we hit traffic – there was an accident on the freeway and despite 51's heads-up before turning onto the freeway, we ended up stuck with everyone else heading downtown to try and avoid the queues too. In the end it took well over an hour to get out of Chicago. Then my navigation system went black and won't turn back on. After much swearing, an old map was dug out from under the seats however, in keeping with our luck of the day, it was well over 10 years old. As we hit junction after junction that wasn't on the map at all, the vein in Kelly's head started to become more pronounced and his grip on the steering wheel became tighter and tighter. Half an hour and three U-turns later after more incorrect directions from Olivia, the map was handed over to me – under the pretence of giving me a turn to navigate but more to stop Olivia beating the map over Kelly's head and for Kelly's blood pressure and sanity.

It still takes us double the time predicted by my dead navigation system for us to finally turn onto the dirt track leading to the cabin. Forest loomed around us on both sides and as I roll down the window, the quiet rustle of trees and my truck's engine are all that can be heard. It would be calming and peaceful if not occasionally punctuated by swear words from the driver's seat as the truck hits another pothole. I'm still admiring the serenity of the scenery outside the truck when the truck pulls to a stop and a curse is emitted, not from the driver's seat this time but from beside me.

I turn to find Olivia's face drained of colour and a hand pressed to her mouth. Beside her, Kelly's face is turning black as thunder. Following their eyes, I turn to look out of the windshield at our accommodation for the week. Just as Kelly's voice is a quiet hiss,

"That's not a cabin Olivia. That's a glorified rickety shed!"

"It didn't look that bad in the pictures! It looked rustic!"

Came Olivia's pleading defence and, stepping out of the truck, the argument continued behind me,

"Rustic looks like it is going to come down around our ears with a good gust of wind!"

Kelly's voice is getting louder and its echo starts to bounce back to me through the trees. I could understand Kelly's point – the 'cabin' had seen better days. Probably about 50 years ago it would have been in its prime. Currently however, the deck was sinking on one side into the ground below, the roof bowing under the weight of the chimney breast on top and it really did look the size of a large shed with windows. Turning back to the truck, I see Kelly gesturing at the shed wildly and Olivia is slumped in the truck looking like she is about to burst into tears any minute.

I walk around the truck, placing a hand on Kelly's arm through his open window, halting him mid-rant.

"Come on. We're here now. It might not be too bad once we're inside"

Kelly's look is one of disbelief but with a sharp glare at him, he grudgingly agreed that yes, it might be better inside. With Kelly's attention diverted from her Olivia immediately escapes the truck and is pulling down the tailgate to grab one of the bags as I come around the back of the truck. I place my hand on hers and pull her gently into my arms. She resists for a second before putting her arms around me and burying her head deep into my chest.

"It's been a long day for all of us love. Ignore Kelly."

I whisper in her ear as I pull away and grab another of the bags out of the truck and head towards the cabin. The whole deck shakes under foot as I step on to it, the squeak of the boards underfoot is unnerving at best but everything holds together at least.

The door squeaks and wobbled on its hinges as I push it open to reveal the inside of the cabin. Needless to say, the inside was just as bad as the outside. A thin layer of dust covered everything, the newest thing in the room was a wood burner set in the corner of the room and even that looked as though it had seen better days.

"See not so bad."

I try to put a cheery tone in my voice however, it seems to come out more forced than I intended.

"Yeah there's no wildlife in here and I can't see the sky when I look up."

Came the flippant quiet comment in my ear as Kelly stood behind me surveying the room. Choosing to ignore him, I toss the bag in my hand onto the wooden table beside us. The whole table shakes as the bag hits it, dislodging a cloud of dust and for a minute I think the whole thing is going to collapse on us. Fortunately, it holds steady after a second of swaying and groaning. I turn and see Kelly's mouth open to say something, I glare until he closes his mouth and holds up his hands in mock surrender.

Kelly's POV

As I chuck another log on the campfire in front of us, I admit it. If you are looking out at the woods and the 'shed-pretending-to-be-a-cabin' isn't in view, the place is beautiful. However, that may have been the three beers talking more than actual common sense. The night sky above us is clear and the moon illuminates our surroundings brighter than the flickering light from the fire does. The trees sway quietly in the wind with a gentle shush-shush of leaves. Turning, I survey my partners – Olivia's head had lolled against Matt's chest, as she lifts the bottle of beer in her hand up to her lips again. The light from the fire casts shadows over Matt's face as he leans back against the log behind him, his arm tightening around Olivia's shoulders. I move back towards them, sliding next to Olivia until her legs are flush with mine. Dragging the end of the blanket over my legs, I slide my arm around Matt's shoulder, as I press a kiss on Olivia's forehead.

Time passes quickly after that, the crackling of the fire, the swoosh of the trees and the slosh of beer in the bottle as we raise them to our lips and back down again. Whether it is the beer, the warmth of the fire or even just the feeling of Matt's shoulders moving under my hand with each breath and the warm solid touch of Liv's legs on mine, I feel my eyes start to drift shut. Just at that moment however, a small hand falls on my thigh and begins an ascent up my leg. Cracking an eye open, I turn to find Liv's hand now upper thigh level and rising and a very amused Casey. He's shaking her head and as our eyes meet over her head, he moves a hand to mime drinking and then shaking his head from side to side. The meaning is clear, Liv's had enough and with that my hand falls on her hand stopping its movement an inch before it reaches my cock.

"Are you being handsy because you're drunk?"

I move her hand back to her own legs and move to crouch in front of her. She pouts as the cold air whooshes under the blanket at my movement before sitting forward to grab at my shirt, trying to pull me forward for a kiss.

"Maybe a little, are you going to say no because I'm a little tipsy?"

It would have worked if at that exact moment she had attempted to move to straddle me and collapsed sideways on to her left shoulder. Thankfully Matt managed to get an arm under her to stop her loosing her balance entirely and faceplanting the ground, but the movement had betrayed the whole truth. She was quite a way from tipsy at this point.

"Love, you can't actually stand up without help - that's not a little tipsy"

Grabbing a hand, I pull her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist at the same time to keep her steady. I flick my gaze to Matt and he motions for me to take Liv inside, he rises and starts throwing earth on to the dwindling fire. As I go to take a step forward, she palms my cock through my jeans and I bite back a groan at the firm pressure. Sparks shoot up my spine for a second at the touch but I bite back the urge. She moves to my ear and breathes,

"Spoilsport! I want your cock. Both your cocks. Please!"

However, any leverage she had goes again when she tries to seductively trace the rim of my ear with her tongue, but instead misses my ear and just licks my cheek instead. Shaking my head at her antics, I add a bit more force behind my next word,

"No!"

She pouts before dropping her hands off of the front of my jeans and leaning her head sideways on to my shoulder as she is guided into the lodge and through to the bedroom. Here I make sure she is sitting on the edge of the bed as I move over to the chest of drawers to grab her night clothes. As I turn back to the bed, she leans forward to try and pull off her shoes but overbalances. I dart forward and manage to grab her shoulders as she pitches forward. Giggling like a maniac, she falls backwards on to the bed, fully clothed, and her giggles subside as her eyes fall closed. Tugging her shoes off of her feet, I pull her jeans off of her hips. At that, her eyes half open again and she slurs,

"You gonna fuck me now?"

Shaking my head, I move to ease her shirt and bra off of her body before pulling the t-shirt over her head.

"No love, I'm not. Tomorrow, we're gonna wake up late and Matt and I are gonna fuck you so good that the people in the next town are gonna hear you scream. Then we're gonna leave you here all sated and go fishing for a bit okay."

She nods at that and shifts on to her side before her eyes slide closed again and, tucking a blanket around her shoulders, I hear the front door shut and Matt move into the room. As we both slide in to the bed and my eyes shut, I swear I hear a rumble of thunder and the pitter-patter of rain start up but it is soon lost as darkness takes over.