STREETER
No generator.This cabin is equipped for shit, not much in case of a snow-in. I guess it’s good that Hummingbird stopped by the general store and stocked up on supplies. We won’t freeze or starve.
I count our lucky fucking stars that there’s dry firewood in the shed as we each grab an armful and trek back to the cabin. It takes a few trips to get enough to last us through the night and well into the next day.
Once we’re back inside, I feed the flames and stack the wood on the opposite side of the fireplace, away from the broken window. No snow has gotten inside, but there’s a draft. I need to find some materials to patch it up more securely. The picture frame is good in a pinch, but probably won’t hold up for long.
Remi stands by the back door, his arms wrapped around his middle. His eyes bounce around the stains on the floor and the walls. He might hide it well, but he’s still afraid. That thought sends a warm feeling fluttering through my chest.
I shoot him a grin and say, “Wanna help me?”
He hurries over, stacking the logs in an orderly line. He keeps glancing at the dried blood puddles near his feet and the spatter dotting the walls. It’s a fucking mess in here.
“Cleaning supplies?” I ask. Remi blinks slowly, then looks over at me, his mouth turned down in a frown. “Where are they, Hummingbird?”
“Um… closet?”
“Is that a question?” I ask, teasing him.
He gives me a small smile and shakes his head. “You know, I only got here a few hours before you did. But if I were cleaning supplies, that’s where I’d live.”
My brows lift in surprise. Hummingbird is teasing me back. Even crazier? I fucking like it.
When I don’t respond to his jesting, I can see the little bit of confidence on his face start to crumble. I don’t like that.
“Nah,” I say. “I’d live under the sink.” His smile flickers back to life, and something in my chest unfurls.
“Ew, no. Too damp.” Remi wrinkles his nose when he speaks. “Definitely try the closet.” I can see it, though, the appreciation in his eyes, thereliefthat I… what… was okay with him teasing me back? He turns back to the pile of firewood with that expression still on his face.
I stop him from stacking more logs and take his hands in mine. “If we clean this place up, we’ll have to take another shower.” I pull him forward until he’s practically straddling me, my fingers on his ass, kneading it until he moans. “I like seeing you naked, Hummingbird. You have…” I trace a hand up his back, gently working the muscles. “The most perfect ass. I could feast on you all day.”
“Ohshit,” he whimpers, rocking his hips into my throbbing cock.
“And you sound so sweet when I make you feel good. Let me hear you moan, Hummingbird.” I crash my lips to his, pulling asurprised sound from him. Remi gasps raggedly and I tunnel my tongue into his mouth. He sweeps his across mine, shuddering in my arms. He mewls into my mouth, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
Nipping his bottom lip, I pull back and wipe at the plump flesh. Remi whimpers again, squirming on my lap. “Don’t stop, please?”
“After we clean up this blood.” I slap his ass once and chuckle when he wiggles off my lap with a pout.
He grins shakily and follows me to the kitchen closet. I pull out a bucket and grab some cleaning supplies. We both don gloves and proceed to get rid of more evidence.
“You know,” he says as he squeezes his sponge out. “This is a really weird first date.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Oh, Hummingbird, if I were taking you on a date, you’d know.”
He looks up at me with a hopeful expression. I can read the pleading in his eyes, begging me not to kill him when this is all over. Honestly, I don’t think I want to. Remi is… I’m not sure. Soft, delicate, but also strong. Maybe something could be worked out… if we talk about it.
Or until I fuck him out of my system. Who knows? He promised to keep me warm. With the power out and the fireplace the only source of heat, maybe he can make good on it.
A warm blush colors his cheeks as he looks down at the red-tinged water. “You think after the snow melts… maybe we could? Trevor didn’t really… I mean, I think we went on one date? Back in the beginning, before he started…” He stops talking and sits back on his heels. Remi blows out a long breath before he looks at me. “He told me I was so low maintenance I didn’t need silly shit like dates.” He looks up at me with wide eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I am low maintenance. I like curling up and reading,you know? I don’t need much… but a date would have been nice every once in a while… or even once, you know?”
He’s fucking adorable. Maybe I will keep him. If he can keep his mouth shut about what happened here. Then again, he helped me remove bodies and now he’s helping me clean away bloodstains. He might be a ride or die and doesn’t even know it.
I walk over to him and kneel in front of him. Hooking a finger under his chin, I kiss him lightly on the lips. “You’re maintenance enough, Hummingbird.”
He looks at me curiously before smiling, then goes back to cleaning.
An hour later, the visible bloodstains are gone, and the space smells like manufactured lemons.
