dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[Ughhhh now he's going to be addicted to Wolfwood-kisses (he already is) THANKS ASSHOLE... Ain kisses back, of course, and then starts scooping the blankets over then and maneuvering them both to lay down. Wolfwood is still in him, and that's fine. Wolfwood's not going to be the one with stiff legs if they sleep like this.

Squashes his face into the titties. Notice how he keeps doing this, he's going to live here now.]

Soft...

[Why is Wolfwood soft and warm... this is so fucked up.]

Speak...for yerself...

[Is said between heavy pants as Wolfwood keeps Ain close to his chest, unable to move even an inch as Ain helps lay them both down in the bed properly. Wolfwood is still in Ain, they are cockwarming, and he has no problems whatsoever with just sleeping in him like this. He doesn't want to move, overstimulation notwithstanding, his face buried into Ain's shoulder now as he keeps him cradled on his chest.]

Fuck....so tired...

Get some rest, love, I'll still be here when you wake up. I could fall asleep right on top of you.

[He can and he WILL, look at him, he's snug as a bug right now. They can clean up in the morning when Wolfwood is so hungover he's unable to see properly. For right now, Ain is going to pass out and try not to think about the fact that he has feelings.]

[Haha, well, don't consider yourself out of the woods yet, Ain...because as they cuddle up together under the sheets and Wolfwood begins to feel the heavy blanket of sleep start to overtake him, he gets the bright idea to talk before he fully goes under.]

M'sorry....m'such an asshole. [He says, his words muffled into his neck.] S'.......was really good.

Thank ya...

[And then he simply passes away.]

[......................

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA says Ain's brain, because no Wolfwood, you can't say that. You can't be sorry for being an asshole because it makes Ain have feelings. Please be mean to him (that won't actually help, Ain is also sexually attracted to assholes).

Well, now Ain's going to be awake for a bit longer than he wants to be, with his face squished up against Wolfwood's chest and his arms around the man's neck, holding onto him and wishing that things were a little better. Why can't he just have Wolfwood? Why is Wolfwood only nice when he's drunk? He won't apologise when he's sober and fully awake, that's for sure. He'll probably be more of an asshole tomorrow considering the headache he's likely to have.

Stupid. This is stupid. Ain doesn't want to be falling in love, he wants to ignore the butterflies in his chest that he gets whenever Wolfwood sees fit to give him a modicum of attention, but he can't. He knows what this feeling is, and no matter how many times he squashes it down...

It just resurfaces. And it gets worse the longer they're together.

...

Eventually, Ain separates from Wolfwood so that they're not glued together all night, but he doesn't bother to wash up or anything. He just flops onto his side and squishes up against Wolfwood before he falls asleep finally.

Stupid, stupid...]

[Wolfwood falls asleep, and he sleeps genuinely like the dead. If it weren't for the steady rise and fall of his chest to indicate breathing, Ain would be well within his rights to think he died for real. But no...he's just really drunk still, and as he sobers up over night, he will be plagued with the hangover from hell in the morning.

As for how much he remembers when that time comes...it's honestly about half and half. He doesn't forget literally everything in a blackout stupor, but he doesn't remember everything that happened with perfect clarity either. It's like...he just proceeded to black out at certain points all throughout the night, until he only remembers snippets of fucking Ain again (of course), and watching him on the stage. He seems to have completely blocked their snuggling in the booth from his memory, for better or worse.

Even if he hadn't remembered the sex, he'd surely remember it now as he peels his eyes open and feels that he's all...sticky. Both from jizz and sweat, and god knows what else, which prompts him to have kicked off the sheets at some point in the night, leaving him cock-out splayed like a starfish on the bed with Ain curled up under one of his arms.

He groans, deep and low like a dying elephant. Good morning!]

[ah, he loves this cock-out starfish— wait no no he doesn't he doesn't love Wolfwood at all that's fake. Anyway—

Ain wakes at the sound of an elephant... and then cranes his head up from where he's still burritoed, looking at Wolfwood spread on the bed like he owns the whole damn thing. Good lord man.]

...morning, love.

[He needs to stop calling him that or he's gonna slip up one day and put "my" in front of it.]

You want a bath? Or water to drink?

...I don't wanna fuckin' move.

[Is what he ends up saying, not moving an inch in that way that suggests he feels so terrible that if he did try to sit up he'd pass out.

...so yes maybe getting him a glass of water would be a decent first step to take.]

...okay.

[Yeah he's gonna sit up and stand up and streeeeeeeeeeetch his arms over his head... there are bruises and clawmarks on his hips from Wolfwood gripping him so tightly, as well as scratch marks from their soiree in the back of the wagon that are still a touch too red, which Wolfwood will be able to see if he wants to. Either way, Ain's proceeding to their stuff to grab a canteen, and then into the bathroom to refill it from the hand pump in front of the tub.

He paces back toward the bed, sits down, and hands Wolfwood the canteen. Please drink a water.]

It's not that cold. I bet the sun's warming the well... it's a bit late in the morning. But here.

[Eugh. The fact the water's warm this morning isn't something he wanted to hear, but he needs it regardless to help with how dry his throat became overnight. He grimaces, nose wrinkling as he reaches out for the canteen and just...does the unwise thing of drinking some while still laying down, but miraculously he ends up not drowning himself, somehow.

From there, after he hands the canteen back, he just...lays there. Still completely naked, bare to the world, his head throbbing and his entire body feeling like he got hit by a runaway train.]

God...god damn it...

[He feels so bad. Like this is probably the worst hangover he's had in some time, and he's had some doozies.]

Why'd I drink that much...th'fuck is wrong with me.

[It's because you were having gay thoughts and they scared you.]

I tried to stop you. You said you wouldn't have the opportunity again for a while and were living in the moment or something like that.

[Not an exact quote because Wolfwood was slurring and Ain was in his lap going "uh huh" but close enough to the point. He caps the canteen even though, to him, it feels like Wolfwood drained the whole thing.]

I don't really know what you were thinking otherwise. It wasn't about your hangover, that's for sure.

Mrrghhh.

[Eloquent, thanks Wolfwood.

He stretches his limbs a little until even that becomes too much, having to close his eyes again since the light in the bedroom- even just the small bit of sun coming through the blinds- is too much for him to handle right now.]

Don't even....remember comin' back here. [So that's a good sign.] You brought me...?

[Ain shuffles back into the bathroom to grab a wet cloth and start scrubbing Wolfwood down. At the very least, the man shouldn't be subject to dried jizz on his everything. Worsh worsh...]

...yeah. [Of course he doesn't remember. Sigh.] We were flirting. You said we should go back to the inn, and so I dragged you back here. I was pretty sure you weren't even going to be able to get it up last night because of how much you had.

[...right. They fuck fucked last night. That part he remembers enough, especially having woken up in the current state he's in. He's kindof amazed he was able to get it up in that condition too, if he's honest.

This...is starting to get out of hand, if he's getting drunk and having gay sex he only half remembers. And while Ain taking care of him is appreciated- he's shocked by it, actually- he thinks...

This might have to be where they end up parting, soon. He has to at least go as far as the next town to avoid suspicion, since that's the story he told Ain before. But after that, Ain will be going to the mountains alone.

At least. That's the plan, anyway.]

Guess I was pretty hammered.

[...]

I guess...uh. Sorry if I did anythin' weird.

[That's the plan! And it will totally be better for Ain's sanity when they part because then he can go back to being something of a sociopath yayyyy.

He finishes scrubbing Wolfwood down, puts the dirty rag on the edge of the bedpost to be collected by the maid later (sorry honey they were getting frisky), and then flops back into bed under the covers to curl up with Wolfwood. Despite his better judgement, Ain really doesn't want Wolfwood to leave. But he also can't say "hey I have a little bit of feelings for you sorry" right now, either. Or... perhaps it's not that he can't, but that he won't.]

...nothing weird. Just the stuff we did in the back of the wagon, basically. You were pretty touchy... it was nice.

...mm. Right.

[He figured as much. God, what the hell has gotten INTO him lately? He knows he can't possibly be that pent up, but...well, he's already had several meltdowns about being gay by now, and cried at least once about it, so maybe he's finally making that shift from denial into acceptance. Only time will tell, because being gay or straight is the least of his worries when he still has an actual job to do that he's been neglecting.]

I remember...bits n' pieces. You sure are fuckin' good at what you do.

[Take that as you will, Ain, that's probably the most of a compliment you'll get out of him while he's dealing with a migraine.]

...but right now, I need'ta not move until we leave.

[Or maybe Ain wants to throw him in the wagon and go, who knows.]

[Great!! Ain's good at what he does and Wolfwood is good at not touching him until coerced! Please love him he just wants to have things be reciprocated and not forced and not while in a drunken haze, he's getting desperate and antsy. It's a bad look.

Anyway, Ain has the self-awareness of a goldfish so he just puts his head on Wolfwood's chest.]

I know. I wanted to take today to rest more, especially for the horses. ...I can get you some food. Let me take a bath first.

[Not him a goldfish...

He hates, truly hates, how much he wants Ain to just stay where he is, laying on him like this while he languishes with a migraine. He wouldn't even be super helpful being there, but...it's what his heart wants, and that frightens him a little bit.]

Yeah...yeah. Take your time.

[...

Brushes...a hand over Ain's hair, briefly.]

I ain't goin' nowhere.

[Angry fluffed up cat noise (aka he's groaning a little and pressing his face into Wolfwood's titty like mrrrrghghghhh, he's fine). He wants to be loved! Please love him. :( ]

...I know you're not. You just said you weren't moving today about five minutes ago. [But he's getting up now, pushing off of Wolfwood and grabbing clean clothes from his stuff. Before he heads into the bathroom, he gives Wolfwood one last glance, frowning.] I really like spending time with you, and I like sleeping with you. You realise you're not paying for this anymore, don't you?

[And then he'll slip into the bathroom to let Wolfwood marinate on that for a bit.]

[Ain’s words stun him into silence. It’s not like he’s not been saying similar things before now, about how he likes the sex, or how he’s been enjoying himself doing this or that thing together, but this is the first time Ain has looked him in the eye and said it so blatantly. Like there’s a point he’s trying to get across.

And there is. Wolfwood knows it, even if he doesn’t really know. It’s a deep seated feeling, the one he’s been running from this entire time.

He doesn’t have time to answer even if he wanted to as Ain disappears, leaving him sighing heavily as he closes his eyes again.

God. He’s really fucked this one, both figuratively and literally. If he doesn’t nip it in the bud now, then…]

[Better tell Ain you don't want to be with him now so he can go "oh well okay then" and pack up and leave. It'll be easier on both of them if they do, and Ain briefly contemplates it as he normally does before deciding, no, he's not leaving and no one can make him leave, fuck you he wants that man. He wants to keep him and travel with him and do crimes with him.

This sucks. It sucks!!! He hates this feeling. It's suffocating and throat-tightening and evil, and Ain ducks his head underneath the water and screams into it so that the sound is muffled. He knows he's being dramatic, but he can't help it. He will not attach the L-word to this, he will not, it's just a stupid proximity crush and he'll be over it as soon as they're done travelling together.

He wants to tear his hair out and cry, he thinks. He doesn't make it quite to the tearing-hair-out, but he does get about halfway to crying before he tells himself to suck it up. It's not like they're actually dating, Wolfwood isn't going to say sweet things to Ain or even want to touch him most of the time, so what's the issue?

Sigh. He washes up and gets out of the tub to dry off, then does his makeup in the bathroom mirror so that he's feminine enough to not get either of them in major trouble. Dressed and ready for the day in a simple, more feminine button-down and slacks and riding boots, Ain gives Wolfwood one last glance and sort of just...]

Do you need anything else before I go find you something to eat?

[Wolfwood, of course, has no idea the affect he’s having on Ain right now. He has no idea he’s made him cry in the bathtub. Kindof ironic that maybe if he did, he’d be rethinking his approach on this whole thing. Like really, what is he doing here exactly? The original idea was to seduce him once and then get him arrested. Simple.

Once has turned into…much more than that. Much longer than that. He’s actually…felt things for this man. He’s enjoyed his time with him. He wants to…

Well, he doesn’t quite get to finish that thought before Ain has returned, all gussied up for the day. He’s dressed more feminine again, for obvious reasons, and Wolfwood can’t help but think about how pretty he is…yet, how much prettier he would be if he didn’t have to appear quite so feminine…which Wolfwood is starting to slowly realize is a preference on his part.

Urhgh.]

Mm…nah. Go ahead.

Jus’ make sure you get somethin’ too.

Yeah, I will. Probably from the sole restaurant in town.

[It's definitely not the only one, but it's not like there's a restaurant on every block. They're lucky to have that one in reasonable walking distance, compared to the 300 saloons just on that one block. No one wants to sit down with their families, they're all cooking dinner in their fancy houses.

Not Ain, who doesn't own property and can't really cook. Nope, he's headed right to that restaurant, up to the counter where the nice waitress asks to sit him down, and he says very quietly,]

Can I actually get something boxed? My darling husband, [eugh,] spent all night drinking, and I'm looking for something light on the stomach...

[This girl is So sympathetic to him. Like oh yes of course darling my husband did the same thing at the saloon (this is not normal, y'all) just last week, here have a seat let me get you a glass of water, do you want anything too? And Ain says yes he does he'd like some sickly sweet flapjacks if she could, thank you you're a doll.

And then Ain comes back half an hour later with bacon (good for hangovers), eggs, and so many fucking hashbrowns and croissants because that's also a hangover cure. Ain said light and she said no honey you're gonna get the fucking handover help. In a cute little disposable box too. I don't know if they had to-go boxes back then but it would be dumb if they didn't so.

He plops the food on the nightstand.]

The restaurant in the middle of town seems pretty good. The waitress was real understanding when I said "hangover food". [Ain didn't say those words.] This is all yours.

[Haha, yeah…Ain’s “darling husband” sure is a piece of work alright. And the fact he spent all night drinking is true, so at least he’s only having to tell a partial lie here. It is not normal, nor should it be so easily accepted, but this is the wild west and the men were just Like This unfortunately.

By the time Ain returns, Wolfwood is at least no longer naked on top of the bedsheets. He isn’t dressed either, but he somehow managed to worm his way underneath the covers, the sheets pulled up to his chest as he lays there flat on his back, trying to will the room to stop spinning at any given moment.

He peels one eye open as Ain brings the food over, and while just the thought of eating right now makes him queasy, he knows if he eats something he’ll feel better. He’ll…get to it.]

…thanks, Ain. Kinda…owe you one.

[Ugh. His pathetic straight boy... drenched rat of a man. Ain frowns as he takes his own food and some silverware he pilfered from the main dining area here (they weren't serving breakfast, it's a little too late in the day for that, but forks are free) and sits on the opposite end of the bed.]

Maybe, [he deflects, noncommittal to the idea as a whole,] I'm not worried about it. Just eat before you collapse and I have to leave your corpse in here while I head out on my lonesome.

[Shoving his pancakes in his mouth... he is back to being stupidly quiet again. He has too many feelings swarming around, he can't think right.]

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