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Title: Valentine Woods
Author: Merry Amelie
Archive: MA only
Category: Alternate Reality, Qui/Obi, Romance, Series
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Log cabin loving.
I'm posting Arcadia and Q/O drabbles to TPM 100.
Series: Academic Arcadia -- # 156
A chronological list of the series with the URLs can be found under the header 'Academic Arcadia' at the Master Apprentice ML.
My MA story page is here.
Feedback: Is treasured at MerryAmelie@aol.com.
Disclaimer: Mr. Lucas owns everything Star Wars. I'm not making any money.
For
My beta team: Nerowill, Emila-Wan, and Carol
Mali Wane for posting
My former betas: Alex, Ula, and Padawan Sue
Many thanks to Mali for suggesting the log cabin setting.
Ian sings "Light My Fire" by The Doors:
Light My Fire - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Quinn serenades Ian:
Chim Chim Cheree Lyrics, courtesy of Walt Disney and lyricsbay.com
"Twister" info:
Official Twister Rules
Twister ( game ) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Valentine's Day celebrations with Quinn and Ian:
2004 -- Valentines by Design
2005 -- Valentine's Day at the Gardens
2006 -- A Newlywed Valentine's Day
2007 -- Valentine's Morning
2008 -- Valentine's Night
2009 -- Valentine's Cruise (my favorite)
For Mali and Stacey
Ian's happy sigh warmed the room as soon as he walked in the door, even before he could put a log on the fire. He and Quinn were spending Valentine's weekend in a friend's cabin overlooking a private Upstate lake, arriving on Saturday afternoon.
"First time I've ever been in a log cabin. Very cozy." Ian grinned. "Closest I've gotten 'til now is the Lincoln Logs Dad gave me when I was six." He undid his Williamsburg boots, kicking them off with satisfying thunks, and started in on Quinn's.
Quinn closed the door with his elbow and put a bag of groceries down on the planked floor. He stepped out of his boots and stood behind Ian, covering his lad's shoulders with big hands. "Thought you were at summer camp."
Ian leaned back into his husband, savoring the feel of those paws. "Yes, but we slept in bungalows, like the one we stayed at in Ogunquit last summer." He smiled reminiscently. "Y'know, clapboard construction and big enough for ten beds apiece."
Quinn nodded into copper hair. "I'm glad we've got the place all to ourselves." He kissed Ian's soft spikes. "Much more romantic this way."
"Mmm-hmm. A perfect Valentine's retreat." Ian kicked their duffels to the side of the door with his socked foot.
"For two." Quinn grabbed Ian's hand and turned him around for a proper kiss.
There was always something special about their Valentine's kisses. So many years spent alone and longing made them thankful to share each one every year. Cold lips turned warm fast under loving pressure, as did noses and cheeks as they rubbed them the right way.
They nuzzled right there in their parkas for a few minutes, too content to move.
"So thoughtful of Case, letting us use it this weekend when his date fell through." Quinn lazily lapped at Ian's right cheek.
"We have such great friends." Ian hummed under his breath. "And it doesn't hurt that you saved his ass when you stepped in to be the new transfer advisor, after Cora retired."
Quinn's eyes twinkled. "Now maybe he won't jump down my throat at our faculty meetings."
Ian snickered. "Don't count on it. But how 'bout introducing him to Kathy's friend Beth anyway?" Ian purred at the feel of Quinn's pebbled tongue sliding down to his chin. "We can go on a double date."
Quinn murmured his approval. "That's a good way to repay his generosity."
When he pushed the parka off Quinn's shoulders, Ian felt his husband shiver. "I'll get the fire started so we can warm you up."
"Thanks," Quinn said, voice already warm with gratitude. "I'll put the groceries away." He kissed Ian, then disentangled from him so he could pick up the shopping bag. At least the cabin was a natural refrigerator, he thought wryly.
Ian hung both of their parkas on hooks by the door, then walked to the fieldstone fireplace and began hefting logs onto the grate from the crib. As Ian built a fire, Quinn came back in, admiring the view of his lad kneeling on flagstones. His husband's jeans hugged his hips snugly, lines of tension from his kneeling position radiating down his thighs. His backside was made for Quinn's big hands, the curve of his palms hugging the curve of Ian's cheeks beautifully.
A muted gasp escaped Quinn at the amazing sight in front of him.
Ian grinned back at him, as if he knew just what his herven was thinking. "Like what you see?"
"I love it." Quinn crouched down to light the kindling, deliberately brushing his jean-clad leg against Ian's.
"Come on, baby, light my fire," Ian sang in Jim Morrison's demanding growl.
Blue eyes shone hotter than the flames. "Best not to finish that right now," Quinn growled back. "That is, if you want to get settled in before I jump you."
Ian's eyes darkened to emerald before Quinn had finished his sentence. "Plenty of time for that later, hot stuff," he said jauntily. "We've got the whole weekend in front of us."
"Not to mention that it'll take a while before this place heats up." Quinn smiled crookedly.
Ian jumped to his feet, extending a hand to Quinn and pulling him up. "There's no hearthrug for us to cozy up on, so let's sit right here," he said, patting the couch. "No TV, either," he added a bit grumpily. "Hope we don't miss something cool at the Olympics."
"No worries, laddie. I'll keep you occupied," Quinn said with a wink.
Ian winked back. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Just a minute, lad. I've brought something that'll help." Quinn grabbed his parka and headed for the door, leaving a bemused Ian warming his hands by the fire. He rummaged around in the trunk of the Audi, found the right bag, and presented his surprise to Ian.
"Oh, Quinn! You brought our quilt. Nothing better to warm us up." Ian unfolded it and waited until they both were seated on the couch to spread it over them.
"Mmmmm" was all Quinn had to say to let Ian know he was ten kinds of content.
They snuggled under their very own quilt, its familiar blue and green patches making the cabin feel more like home than it had just a moment ago. Flannel to flannel, denim to denim, they knew just how to defeat the cold air. Sweet Valentine kisses kept them warm even above the covers.
After the fire had mellowed the chill of an Upstate New York winter, they used the bathroom, then decided to explore the cabin before making love, perchance to find the perfect spot. The layout was simple: living room, kitchen, bathroom with a hot tub, one bedroom. Quinn dropped their duffels by the dresser, smiling up at Ian when he heard him snicker.
Ian's snicker turned out to be for a very good reason -- he'd just seen the downside of their friend remaining a bachelor: a double bed with one pillow smirked back at him as he tried to picture Quinn fitting into it. He remembered how tight it had been in his twin bed in Padua, but at least they hadn't spent the night there.
Ian grabbed the pillow and shouted, "Dibs!"
A predatory gleam in Quinn's eyes warned Ian that his husband was about to pounce. "So y'think y'can hang onto it, huh?"
Ian didn't think any such thing, but he was game for a challenge. "Bring it on!"
Quinn saw that the cream pillowcase had a satiny texture, so he tried to slide it out of Ian's arms. Ian fought to hold onto it, but it might as well have been water as it slid into Quinn's arms. But Ian was made of sneakiness and finesse, and swiped it back by slipping the pillow out of the case, leaving a perplexed Quinn holding the linen. The look on his face was priceless as he threw it on the bed. But Ian proved defenseless against Quinn's pout and was enrapt by his face when he should have been paying attention to his arms. Quinn grabbed the pillow from Ian's hands, holding it up out of reach.
"Hey, that's cheating!" Ian complained.
"Nah, just using every available edge," Quinn replied smugly.
This predictably led to a wrestling match, which soon became a free-for-all. By the time Quinn ended up with the pillow for good, they were laughing so hard that they just fell back onto the bed with twin thuds, Quinn hugging the pillow to himself tightly.
Magnanimous in victory, Quinn crowed, "Don't worry, I'll share."
Ian put a little spice in his voice. "I'm counting on it."
Quinn raised the pillow to slide it under their heads, then turned towards Ian, needing his kiss.
Still exhilarated from their unique take on a pillow fight, Ian leaned over to give Quinn the juicy kiss he'd been craving. "Here or the hot tub?"
Quinn's eyes shone impossibly blue. "The tub," he breathed, imagining it as he spoke. "Right before bedtime."
"Nice. More room to play." Ian nuzzled Quinn's chin.
"What's your pleasure now?" Quinn asked.
Ian pulled him up, saying, "Let's check out Case's idea of entertainment."
Back in the living room, Ian found a Twister mat folded on a bookshelf. "Hey, just what we need to work out the kinks from our drive up."
"You're more likely to add to mine." Quinn winked.
"With you to inspire me, that'll be easy." Ian unfolded the mat and floated it to the floor.
They stood at ease with their socked feet on the blue and yellow circles at both ends of the mat.
"We'll have to call out the moves, since it's just us." Ian had played with Monty for years, so he knew how to adapt the game for the two of them.
"Left hand," Ian sang out.
"Green," said Quinn in counterpoint.
They scrambled into the new positions.
Quinn snorted. "Piece of cake."
"We're just getting started." Ian's eyes were dancing.
"Right foot," Quinn began...
..."Blue," Ian ended.
They called out the moves faster and faster, trying to make each other falter. Already, their hands were pleasantly tangled; Quinn couldn't wait for their legs to be entwined, too. His face was two delicious inches from Ian's hip, and his arm was dangerously close to his laddie's groin. He could be forgiven for not concentrating on the game.
Ian's chuckle turned out to be contagious, and soon they could hardly understand the calls through their laughter. Quinn got his wish when Ian's leg crossed on top of his to get to a blue circle. Finally, left foot yellow, right hand red made them collapse into a happy heap, losing the game but winning much more than that.
"My arms are aching." Quinn stopped just short of whining. "I haven't stretched so much since our aikido exhibition for Lelia's kindergarten class. How 'bout that soak before bedtime?" he asked, hoping for a little lovemaking, as he'd dreamed of earlier, if he could just relax his muscles.
"You're on. I'll set 'er up." Ian reluctantly disentangled from his husband. "You'll feel better soon." He gave Quinn's shoulder a gentle pat, then headed for the bathroom. After filling the wooden hot tub with water, he took his clothes off and left them in the corner. He came out to get Quinn, who gave a very satisfying wolf whistle at the sight of him.
Quinn's clothing came off fast, what with Ian helping, which gave Quinn a closer look at his incentive. They walked hand in hand and calf to calf into the steamy bathroom, then clambered into the tub, splashing and whooping.
"First time I've been in a wooden tub. Feels better than vinyl." Quinn lolled luxuriously, letting the churning water get the kinks out, though not all of them.
"And you feel better than anything," Ian said as he cozied up to Quinn on the bench. He was half-hard already, the decadently hot water doing wonderful things to his body. The rush of water from the jets caressed his skin and stimulated it, a pleasant contrast to the cooler air around him. He pulled Quinn down for a very wet kiss, with droplets of water streaming down his face.
Quinn hummed happily into Ian's mouth, basking in the sensuality of water flowing over him, of Ian's skin against his own. "Ah, laddie, 'tis bliss."
"Just you and me," Ian murmured into Quinn's neck. He rubbed thighs with Quinn, luxuriating in all that skin pressed into his own.
"Your cock and mine to play with." He took Ian in hand underwater and used his fingers and the current to caress him.
"Do it together," Ian gasped out.
Using Ian's buoyancy in the water to help him, Quinn lifted his lad up and into his lap, where Ian automatically straddled him. Their cocks nestled side by side, too heavy to float. Quinn wrapped his hand around both of them, easily encircling them with his long fingers.
Ian looked down at them through the bubbles, turned on almost as much by the sight of them together as by Quinn's touch. "C'mon!" he said, voice low in desperation.
Quinn ran his hand over both of them with the firm grip Ian liked, a bit more roughly than he would have touched himself. The water provided both cushion and endless lubrication, making it harder to give Ian the friction he craved. His fingers barely felt their pre-come, its viscosity all but lost in the rushing water.
Ian groaned in appreciation. Oh, Quinn's hand on him was so much better than his own. It knew all his secrets and used them to bring him such exquisite pleasure. He couldn't stop his hips from jerking as he strained for ever more sensation.
Quinn knew full well what his hands did to Ian, smiling at how quickly he'd made his lad wild for him. The feel of Ian's erection throbbing into his own spurred him on to even greater dexterity. His hand sped up, in spite of the drag of the water.
Ian ran his thumb over Quinn's left testicle, loving the feel of water-softened skin under his callus, despite the tautness underneath. He grinned as he felt his husband's fingers shivering into his cock.
Quinn took a deep breath and swooped down for a kiss when he felt his balls tighten even more. He wanted his tongue deep inside Ian's mouth when he came. He twisted his wrist, in a flourish learned from Ian, and that was all it took to bring them both off. Glad that he could feel their gushes, despite the swirling water, he let his hand go slack as he concentrated on kissing Ian through the tremors.
Ian relaxed into Quinn's embrace, enjoying every little sensation. He sighed as his cock drifted away from Quinn's, already missing the closeness. But his smile came back in force when he saw the tender look on his herven's face.
Their spirits were as effervescent as the water surrounding them.
They almost fell asleep in the lulling heat of the tub, but summoned the strength to dry each other, pull on pajamas, and use the facilities. Their moccasins dragged on the way to grab a snack before sinking into bed.