dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[Elria is pulling with her, yep! And she will start trotting when Ain gives the word, so hopefully Angelina doesn't fight this or they're gonna have to abandon this plotline and that'll be annoying since Ain already punked the people who live in that house.]

Oh, don't worry, no one will know until we've left... and maybe for a while after that.

[No one's really questioning why someone's going through the back of town with a wagon. Like yeah, covered wagons come through sometimes, that's life, whatever.]

I spent the morning making sure they wouldn't be able to leave their house for a few hours. By the time they get outside and realise what I've done, we'll be long gone!

[It'll be real hard to track "a missing wagon" when like, 30 wagons go through town every day. Up the road they go, though, and presuming both horses cooperate...

Wolfwood will be allowed to sit at the front within half an hour. When they're far enough to be unheard, Ain starts singing a little travelling tune.

Heist. :)]

[Thankfully, Angelina isn't going to be difficult this time. She's a little confused at first, and at least once she tries to throw the thing off her back that connects her to the wagon, but after a moment of shushing her (and possibly a treat from Ain's pockets), she'll behave long enough to get hooked up to the wagon proper. Wolfwood, meanwhile, watches the town pass them by through a gap in the cloth as he keeps their things company, waiting until they're well out of town just like Ain suggested before he tries to climb up to the front.

There he plops himself, rummaging into the inside of his blazer to pull out a cigarette.]

You have got some balls, yaknow that?

I told you I've been on the road since I was a teenager. I do what I need to get by. Those people with their big property can afford another wagon easily. A mild inconvenience to them, [Ain you TRAPPED THEM IN THEIR HOUSE,] and a massive boon to us~!

[He leans into Wolfwood a little, playful, before sitting up fully to continue steering. It's gonna be a whole dawn til dusk type of situation here, they'll only stop a handful of times to let the horses have a drink and a break. This is how travelling works.]

I told you it was naughty, too. You said you didn't think I was a good boy, and I guess that's true.

More than just naughty. You're a little criminal.

[He says as Ain leans sideways into him, which prompts Wolfwood to remove his hat and once again plop it onto Ain's head.]

But I guess you do make a good point. Ridin' this far on just the horses would have been miserable as hell. This way, we can take turns drivin' and have breaks from the heat under the canopy.

[Plop! And Ain starts giggling, tilting the hat up a bit so it doesn't fall over his eyes again. Man, Wolfwood and his big head and his big hat.]

I've done it a million times before. It's harder, yeah, but it's not impossible. You do what you have to when you're a lone person travelling between towns.

[Wolfwood already knew why Ain moved around so much (it's the crime) but now he can double down on that thought (it's the Crime).]

The next town is, [leaving the horses on autopilot for a second, fumbling with the map, unfurling it over their laps and pointing,] there, so we'll have to camp out once... mmm, maybe twice if we take some frequent breaks for the animals. The cart isn't that heavy, but they'll need water and stuff. We can sleep in the wagon, at least.

[Wolfwood leans over into Ain's space so he can look over the map for himself, humming lowly before exhaling a stream of smoke out of the corner of his mouth, watching as it gets whipped away by the wind.]

We're lucky we can, cause it's gonna get fuckin' cold out here when the sun sets.

[Oh noooo they'll have to cuddle up in the sleeping bags to stay warm what will they doooo.]

Just make sure you find some rocks for us to camp beside. It's not likely we'll run into anyone else on this stretch, but the last place you wanna be parked is out in the open where bandits can rob you blind.

[Ask him how he knows.]

Haha... you sure know how to tell me things I already know.

[He will not ask, because Ain knows this as well. Hard not to. Wolfwood is a bit of a mansplainer, but that's okay, he said he'd make Ain food. And his dick is huge. And maybe that justifies it a little (it does not but whatever).

Either way... the day will pass by in relative peace, at least. They'll stop to water the creatures and take breaks and sightsee (ooh rocks ooh cactus ooh sand), take another stop, switch off drivers, whatever... and then the sun will start to set, and that means it's time to stop for the night and rest. Blah blah travelling.

Ain's gonna bother Wolfwood to cook because he's a little shitlord.]

[He's a straight(?) man in the old west. If he didn't mansplain to you, he'd simply blow up and die.

He WILL continue to do this throughout their trip, but it's fine. Eventually he'll shut up as he takes his turn to drive, realizing as they go that compared to his time with his gang, this is definitely the calmest wagon ride he's ever been on.

Anyway, sunset rolls around, which means its time for dinner. They pull the wagon up next to a rocky outcropping, sort of nestling beneath it to stay out of prying eyes. They will need to make a campfire, but the rock should at least block some of the light. Wolfwood, meanwhile, is pulling out his pistol and making sure its loaded.]

Gonna take Angelina down a ways and see if I can't find some rabbits. Pull out the pot and get some hot water goin' while I'm gone. Won't be long.

Ooh~. My big, tough man protecting me and making sure I don't have to do the dirty work.

[Sorry Wolfwood are you emotionally prepared to deal with Ain? Because he's about to get worse, now that there's no one around. He's still thinking about putting Wolfwood on a leash, but... that's for after dinner. That's for when they're cold and Ain's like oooh let me keep you warrrrm.

Anyway, he will do as instructed, taking water from a nearby river and starting a campfire and boiling it. Boiling gets out the bad, and they won't have to dip into their supply of canteen water. All in all, a good thing.

Elria, meanwhile, is just happy to be here. She will nibble on Ain's hair as he contemplates life.]

...gotta get rid of him at some point, [he says, when they're definitely alone,] don't need him around with all the trouble I get into. Ugh... girl, you wouldn't understand what it's like to want to corrupt a man and take him for all he's worth. I was going to do that last night.

[Elria just keeps nibbling on his hair. She's onto you.]

I want to ruin his life. [Yeah.] And I want to ride him. Ugh!!

[Ain is not okay right now.]

[Good to know they're mutually pining for each other in drastically different ways. Ain is trying to cope with needing to get rid of Wolfwood while also wanting to fuck him, while Wolfwood is trying to cope with being gay while also needing to arrest Ain. They're two halves of the same coin out here, truly.

At this time of night, a lot of animals come out because it's prime time for them to be skittering about when it's a lot cooler. He's done this enough times that he knows how to find the rabbits' burrows, how to stomp the ground in just the right places to encourage them to flee, and then how to pick them off once they're running. It might seem cruel, but they have to eat.

He gets two and finds the same river Ain did so he can clean them out there, meaning he returns with just the flesh in hand to their campsite. From there, he just has to grab some of the stuff they bought while back in town. Their veggies, starch, and stock for the pot: it all gets unceremoniously dumped in with minimal chopping since they'll be eating this again later anyway, and the act of stewing it will break up a lot of it as it cooks.

Once he's finished getting the pot tended to and simmering, he'll finally take a seat next to the fire with a beleaguered sigh.]

Usually you'd wanna set a stew like this to simmer for two hours or more, but we can prolly eat sooner than that. Rabbit's a real lean meat too, so it'll cook up quick.

Ooooh~. Smart man!

[Ain knows fucking nothing, okay, this is all Wolfwood's job. He will retain maybe 5% of this. He will retain 100% if Wolfwood ever goes away but uhhh... uhhhhhh. Anyway!

He scoots up close and leans against Wolfwood. He's warm and the fire is warm and the surrounding desert is starting to cool rapidly. Keep him warm you pretty piece of shit.]

I don't know anything about cooking, but I think you know that. I usually just spear the meat on a stick and cook it that way. It's gristly and tough and all, but it's not inedible. Food's food.

Well, like I said, once you've had it like this you ain't gonna want it any other way. Turns out the meat can actually have flavor.

[Because unfortunately, typically when you just cook it straight with no seasonings or anything added...it's not that good! Kinda bad actually, depending on what kind of meat it is. Bland cooking isn't in their future, fortunately, otherwise Wolfwood would simply have to give up after how long he's been cooking outdoors like this.

Miraculously, he doesn't try to get away from Ain as he leans in against his side. He just allows it, using the rock face for support as he leans back against it. Now Ain can really cuddle, if he wants.]

[Ohhhh Ain wants cuddle (he should not want cuddle) he is literally lifting one of Wolfwood's arms up and putting it around his shoulders. Cuddle. :) At some point he gave the man his hat back too, of course, but right now it's time for to be warm.

He's tracing little patterns into Wolfwood's skin over his exposed chest. Nonsense patterns, but patterns nonetheless. Hiiii. You're so beautiful... wow...]

My own personal chef and bodyguard! However am I going to repay you, huh?

[The side-lean-almost-cuddle was fine, but...he isn't expecting Ain to slip underneath his arm, to actually make it so his arm is around him like that. He freezes up for a moment as it happens, his heartrate spiking at the way Ain turns in against him, lithe fingers tracing along the bare skin of his chest.

Even disregarding the campfire, he couldn't possibly be cold with how warm he feels right now.]

Oh...I dunno. M'sure you of all people can find a way.

[He mumbles after a moment of staring into the flames, letting his hand slip down Ain's arm just a little bit, you know, "accidentally" in a way that allows him to feel the soft curve of it.]

Me, of aaaaaaaall people? [He sing-songs, sarcastic,] Wow! I wonder what I'll do to make you feel appreciated and pay what you're owed...

[He knows exactly what he's gonna do and that is he's gonna show Wolfwood exactly where his prostate is— you know, as God intended for him to do. Why put the male g-spot in the ass if you didn't want them to get railed about it?

He is Kissing along Wolfwood's jaw now. Not getting horny for real until after dinner, of course, but if Wolfwood is gonna be all affectionate back? Yeah, no, Ain's going to kisskisskiss. Why would he not?]

You're gonna keep me warm tonight, aren't you?

[Oh god. Wolfwood feels his fingertips tremble now as Ain kisses along his jawline, fully in front of God and the world while he's completely sober. He cannot blame his inability to push Ain away now on being drunk, not when he hasn't had a beer for over 12 hours. The air around them, cold as it is, feels weirdly thick somehow, like he can't quite catch a full breath.

He tilts his head up out of reflex as Ain kisses him, his whiskers no doubt tickling his face and lips as he goes. The spurs on his boots jingle as he stretches one of his legs out, exhaling on a shaking breath.]

Dunno.

[Wolfwood says, the rim of his hat shielding them both from the flickering firelight for just a moment as he lets his hand slip down further until it falls off Ain's arm entirely, landing instead along his hip.]

Don't usually kiss n'tell.

But who would you be telling?

[Out here? On the open plains, near this rocky outcrop where no one can see them? Yeah, no, it's just them and the horses and God, and maybe a mosquito or fifty. There's no way. Ain takes that hand on his hip as a sign to continue, pleased as punch that Wolfwood's even going that far.

He wants to be in this man's laaaaaap but he's also trying so hard to be gooood, at least for now. Ugh, when is soup, his self control is dying.]

[But who would you be telling?

...

Wolfwood's fingers shift against Ain's side, and for a moment he says nothing. Like he's contemplating how to respond.]

Let's eat first, yeah? Then we'll see.

[He gives Ain a little squeeze as he says that, as if to reassure him that he is thinking about it.

And fortunately for them, their dinner will be ready within the hour, having simmered to a point where it's starting to smell really nice. Only then will Wolfwood peel himself away from Ain long enough to grab some bowls and a ladel, spooning out portions for them both before sitting back down with them.]

[Wolfwood can be dinner—

But no, no no, it's fine. Dinner needs to be had. They haven't eaten all day other than the fruit they had before they set out, and they'll need to keep their strength up if they're going to be making this trip. Soup will be eaten, and Ain will let himself be separated from Wolfwood for a little bit.

He's still looking at the man with a devious glint in his eyes, though.]

You're right, this is good. [Briefly distracted by good soup though.]

[Wolfwood snorts as he shovels stew into his mouth.]

You're welcome.

[See, he TOLD you it would be good. There are a few things in this world Wolfwood is very good at, and cooking while on the road happens to be one of them.]

Eat as much as you want. We won't be able to take it in the wagon tomorrow.

[I mean, they COULD...but. In the heat, it will go bad incredibly quickly, and the last thing either of them need is food poisoning in the middle of nowhere.]

Oh, well, if you insist! Haha, I do love eating!

[Ain will eat this entire pot himself, it's okay. Or, well, he'll eat anything Wolfwood doesn't. They're sharing, of course, and Ain isn't so much of an asshole that he'll deny Wolfwood food. He'll deny him his wallet yeah but that's different—

Anyway, it'll take him like, three minutes to clear this bowl out and get more. He is a bottomless pit, and it doesn't help that they've been travelling all day.]

[He's silent for much of their dinner, because while normally he might engage in idle chatter while eating, he has a bit too much on his mind right now for that. It's strange, he's so used to the dull buzz of talking from his band during nights in the wilderness that it being so silent is a little weird, save for the crackle of the fire and spoon scraping bowls. Ain probably can and will fill the silence on his own, of course, but still...

Wolfwood's thoughts are loud. They're a bit stifling, actually, as he tries to focus on eating his fill. He'll go back for seconds only when Ain is back for thirds or fourths, glancing over to see that Angelina has laid down nearby to sleep. Horses of course don't typically do this, but Angelina is Tired(tm) from the day, so she is getting off her feet thanks.

That stew isn't going to last forever, though. Even when Wolfwood has to stop because he's eaten about as much as he can hold.]

[Ain will finish the rest off, then. You can trust Ain to eat so much soup. He is a hungry boy, a workin' man, a gremlin, and so that soup will be gone. Nothing will go to waste.

Elria, too, has flopped. Mostly because Angelina flopped first, but they will now cuddle. The horses are eepy. Elria less so, since she was literally bred for this, but man it is so hard to be a horse.]

Thanks for dinner.

[Like, genuinely, thank you for sparing Ain from living off of trail mix and stuff. Because he would. He will.]

You wanna get into the wagon? It's getting chilly.

[If Wolfwood weren't so....distracted, he might comment on how unusual it is for Angelina to cozy up to another horse like she has with Elria. Like sure, he knows the pair have been getting along, but this is a lot even for her...he has not yet realized the horses are lesbians because he simply isn't looking through that kind of lens, it's fine. The horses loev each other and Angelina is laying her head across Elria's back like she's a giant pillow or something.

By now they've probably taken the pot and bowls off to the river to get them washed so they're not sitting all night, which means there's nothing left now for them to do but go to the wagon. Wolfwood can't reasonably stall any longer. The sun is gone, the stars are out, and it's fucking freezing.]

Yeah. C'mon.

[The horses will be fine where they are since they're still hooked to the wagon with leads, meaning Wolfwood can go toss some water on the fire to put it out. They won't have to worry about animals attacking the horses at night either, not when Elria exists.

Into the wagon they go!! It's dark, so Wolfwood grabs one of their oil lanterns to light and hang from the ceiling of the wagon, careful to make sure it's secure so it doesn't fall in the night and set it on fire or something. Then, he'll busy himself with grabbing their sleeping bags out from their packs, unrolling them in long, soft rows all along the wagon's floor where their supplies aren't stored.

He is...suspiciously silent as he works, but if Ain looks he may notice his face is extremely red by the lamplight, and his jaw is set so tightly you can almost see the veins pop out in his neck.]

[Ahh, cute boy is tense... terrible, truly. Ain sees that tension and the stiff way he moves around, and sits there for a minute at the corner of the wagon, watching. The second those sleeping bags are laid out, Ain closes the back flaps to the wagon and ties them closed. Without the lantern light, it would be pitch black in here.

Mood lighting, he thinks of it as.

He stands from his position — not fully, because wagon and all that — and slinks over to Wolfwood, sinking down against his back with his arms around the man's waist.]

You're so stiff... breathe, I won't do anything to you unless you want me to, okay? I'm so mean and nasty and love stealing wagons, but I'm not awful like that. Take a breath.

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