Brian and Justin did indeed manage to rent a cabin on the shoreline, but, to Brian's great frustration, theirs was a bit more rugged than he expected. Brian ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. The curtains were ratty (and, worse, made out of some floral-patterned material), everything was coated in a thin layer of dust, the appliances were archaic, the tub and shower were made out of partially cracked, stained plastic, the water pressure was beyond pathetic, and the furniture was rickety and mismatched. This was sooo far from the promised land.
Justin smiled as he looked around the cabin, at the cozy fireplace, the huge bed covered in patchwork quilts and fluffy pillows, the wood burning stove and old-school fridge with a pull handle (Justin thought he had seen a broken one in his great-grandmother's garage) in the kitchen, and the rocking chair by a window overlooking the lake. He looked out of the window. It had started to rain. Justin couldn't wait until they made a fire. The rain pattering on the roof and the warmth of the fire would create the perfect ambiance for a night of fucking and snuggling. He adored their little cabin.
Brian, however, did not. He wiggled a bit (a sight that gave Justin great pleasure and caused his cock to stir) and then growled, "Loose floorboards. Super."
Justin plopped down onto the bed and smiled. Not even Brian's overcritical nature could ruin Justin's happy mood. His smile soon turned into gales of laughter when rainwater began dripping from the roof and directly onto Brian's head and rolling down his cheek.
Brian barked, "Fucking Christ!" and stepped a foot to the right. He glanced around until he saw a metal bucket. He grabbed it and set it under the leak. Then he seized a kitchen towel from what passed for a kitchen table and started drying his hair and face.
Justin was still laughing. Brian smirked wickedly and dunked his hand into the bucket. Justin was laughing so hard that his eyes were closed, so he didn't see the handful of rainwater coming, straight at his face. He immediately stopped laughing and opened his eyes wide. Brian chuckled. "You're right. Leaks are funny." Then he tossed the towel at Justin. Justin pouted a little as he dried off. Then he smiled again. "So why don't we make a fire?"
Brian shrugged. "I guess we could…" But his tone was warm. Until he realized that all the wood was outside, in the rain. He sighed as he opened the door and looked outside. The logs were all too big. He'd have to chop a few into quarters, and in the rain. He was about to suggest that they generate a little heat on their own, but then he looked back at Justin's bright smiling face. He groaned a little and headed outside. A few minutes later, Justin emerged, wrapped in a large woolen coat, carrying a lined Carhartt jacket, an umbrella, and half a Twix bar. Brian looked back when he heard the door close. Despite the rain running down his face, shoulders, and neck, mixed with sweat from his exertions, he laughed. "What is this? The Battle of Bull Run?"
Justin smiled, his eyes twinkling, and stuffed the rest of the Twix bar into his mouth, chomping as he helped Brian into the Carhartt jacket. Then he stood back and watched as Brian hefted the axe back into the air and sent it down onto a log, splitting it in two with one blow. Soon Justin was panting harder than Brian was. After watching Brian lug the wood into the cabin, Justin was completely undone. The rain, sweat, and wood smell was driving Justin insane. He tackled Brian onto the bed, and a couple of minutes later, Brian was balls deep in blond boy ass, Justin riding him like a possessed cowboy, his eyes heavy with desire, his skin flushed, biting his lower lip in an attempt to stifle a soft moan. The vision was too much for Brian. Justin had the perfect lips, plump and cherry red. He flipped Justin over onto his back and captured those lips in a savage kiss even as he began pounding Justin's tight little ass. Justin moaned in pleasure, but then grunted in discomfort. As Brian soon realized, Justin's belly had gotten a bit too big for this position, so Brian moved to his knees and placed Justin's legs onto his shoulders as he thrust into him. When Brian started thrusting more shallowly inside Justin, Justin writhed in pleasure. Soon, guided by Brian's firm hand and masterful thrusts, Justin's orgasm was shuddering out of him. A few seconds later, Brian's followed, though his was heralded by a guttural moan.
A few minutes after that, Justin was on his side watching a very naked Brian in amusement and awe as he stuffed crumpled balls of newspaper around the quartered logs and lit them. To Justin's amazement, Brian managed not only to make a crackling fire but also to do so without singing anything. Then Brian hefted Justin into his arms, along with the thick quilt on which Justin was lying, and carried him to the rug in front of the fireplace. To Justin's delight and surprise, Brian then crawled behind Justin and took Justin into his arms, holding the boy tightly against him and nuzzling his neck. Justin normally initiated the snuggling, while Brian pretended not to like it.
Justin most definitely got the ambiance he'd been eagerly anticipating. It was pouring rain now, pattering loudly against the roof and the windows, while Brian and Justin lay on a soft rug, wrapped in the thick patchwork quilt and each other, and in the warmth of the fire. It must have been the ambiance, that coupled with the afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm, because, without even thinking, Brian murmured, "I guess the cabin's okay." Justin's eyes widened, but only a little (he was very, very relaxed). That was high praise coming from Brian. Justin was even more shocked when Brian added, "Course, we're gonna need to get a contractor in here. The bathroom's for shit, and the floor and the roof need fixing. Can't have you and Cleo drowning in rain or falling through the floor." Then he ran his hand slowly over Justin's belly. Justin decided that he needed to send Mysterious Marilyn a muffin basket. The next few months were going to be fucking amazing.