Ford pov:
I finish stitching the tag onto the rug as the front door to the cabin opens. "good morning fiddleford." I say and he throws his coat on the couch. He sits down and puts his head in his hands.
He shakes his head. "My wife is leaving me ford, shes taking tate with her back to California." He says his voice shaking. I reach out and put a hand on his shoulder.
He shakes it off.
"Please dont, dont touch me ford, i cant handle that right now." He says glancing over at me tears in his eyes.
I pull my hand back. "Im sorry, is there anything i can do fidd?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"She said it was just a road trip before school started again for tate, she went to her parents...she called me this morning. she said it was because im never home before dark, im always gone before sun up."
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Days pass, fiddleford hasnt been to the cabin.
A week passes before hes pov:
I walk into the cabin and see ford asleep laying across the table a pen in his hand. I walk over to the couch and pick up a throw blanket and unfold it as i walk over to ford.
I frown as i drape the blanket over him. "At least take your glasses off." I whisper to myself as i set his glasses on the table beside him. I look at the back of his neck towards his shoulder, a bite mark almost fully healed. I blush and look away, my pants tightening.
Images of ford tied up flash in my mind.
Ford groans quietly as his head turns and to the other side.
His moaning sound throughout my mind, his blushing red face as he takes it up the ass.
I groan as my pants get tighter still.
I see him suck my cock, while his begs for attention.
I back away from his sleeping form, unable to stop the images. I run my fingers through my hair and head to the bathroom.
I shut the door and lean on it. Ford looks up at me and begs me to touch him. I close my eyes and undo my belt. The sounds of his moaning in pleasure consume my mind. I unbutton my pants and gasp as i can almost feel him sucking me off.
I take my cock in my hand and stroke it slowly at first, quickening as different images of ford flash behind my eyes.
"Cum for me" is the last thing that i hear fords voice say before i hit my limit. my cock twitches as cum shoots out covering my hand. and i pant, barely able to breathe. I turn my head and look in the mirror, my face flushed pink and my hair a mess. I frown, it felt wrong, I shouldn't be jerking off to ford being fucked by him. Even if he uses my body as a tool to do so.
I clean up and head to the kitchen. Starting a pot of coffee i glance out the kitchen window and see the rug finished hanging out to dry.
"Just five more minutes..." ford mumbles from the table hi head turning again and his nose quivers, the smell of coffee beginning to fill the cabin. I sigh and shake my head.
Ford pov:
i watch as fiddleford places a cat and a dog on the rug. "once they interact something should happen" i say note pad in hand.
two hours later nothing has happened.
"lets just put it in the living room then, give the place a bit of color." fiddleford says shaking his head. i nod and we bring the rug inside.
we bring it inside and kick off our shoes. i begin to unroll it as fiddleford goes into the kitchen. "did you want a soda ford?" he asks already knowing i do.
"might as well fidd, sorry it was a waste of a day i was sure my calculations were correct." i say as he walks across the rug to hand me a cup with soda. i laugh as he approaches. "your hair is standing on end fidd. " i laugh out, he shrugs. "my hair has looked worse im sure." he says handing me my drink.
our fingers brush, a shock courses through me. "shit fidd, that was some good static." i say shaking my hand where we touched, soda goes flying. i look up and see me, looking just as shocked.
i see myself look down and flex my fingers. "hold shit ford it works." fiddlefrod says his voice coming from my body.
"absolutely fascinating, we should have tried static earlier." i say while going to grab a rag to clean the soda before it gets everything sticky.
i slip on a rogue ice cube on the floor. expecting to fall on my face i go to put my arms in front of my face. a hand grabs my elbow, catching me gust before i hit the floor, i turn my head. "thanks fidd." i say shocked he moved fast enough.
"guess again." im pulled up by the elbow and spun around bills eyes stare at me.
i break loose from his grip and slide across the rug. bills eyes flicker as fiddleford is back. "i want my body." i breathe out.
"turned on by your own body ford?" fiddlefford says a cheeky grin on his face. he puffs out his chest and runs a hand through his hair before he begins laughing.
feeling my face grow hot i look away. "damn it fidd its not like that." i mutter as i shuffle my feet building static.