Tin Man: "It Wasn't the Rain," Wyatt Cain/Glitch
Title: "It Wasn't the Rain" ( view my table)
Author: hexeengel, copyright © 2011 S.E.J.
Beta: n/a
Pairing: Wyatt Cain/Glitch
Rating: R
Summary: Glitch takes care of Cain
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I gain nothing.
Warnings: Soft homoeroticism
Notes: Cain's POV. Takes place post-series. This is xposted to my fic comm, hexefics.
Rainy season again. And of course the damn fence had to be fixed. The wood had rotted and there was no putting it off anymore. Despite my heavy oilskin duster and the leather hat, I was soaked and chilled by the time the work was done. All I wanted to do then was change my clothes and have a hot bowl of stew.
Glitch, as he usually does, had other ideas.
He was wearing that silk robe he absolutely HAD to have from the traveling merchant that came through a month ago, deep red with gold trim, and cream-colored embroidery. I spoil him. But he did look good in it.
"Come darling," he said with that quirk-up smile of his. "I've drawn you a bath." With that he hurried to the back of the house, leaving me still dripping on the floorboards.
I hung up my hat and coat, and left my muddy boots on the mat. I peeled off the rest of my clothes, tossed them in the washtub, and headed for the bathroom. I could hear Glitch humming to himself in there. I paused at the door and just listened.
He did this, frequently. Not just the bath, sometimes it was a special meal, or some piece of art he made from twigs and leaves around our house. Or the times he'd wait for me in bed, naked and hard, and we'd make love for hours. Today, the rain only gave him an excuse.
When I swung the door open, his robe fell to the floor.
Author: hexeengel, copyright © 2011 S.E.J.
Beta: n/a
Pairing: Wyatt Cain/Glitch
Rating: R
Summary: Glitch takes care of Cain
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I gain nothing.
Warnings: Soft homoeroticism
Notes: Cain's POV. Takes place post-series. This is xposted to my fic comm, hexefics.
Rainy season again. And of course the damn fence had to be fixed. The wood had rotted and there was no putting it off anymore. Despite my heavy oilskin duster and the leather hat, I was soaked and chilled by the time the work was done. All I wanted to do then was change my clothes and have a hot bowl of stew.
Glitch, as he usually does, had other ideas.
He was wearing that silk robe he absolutely HAD to have from the traveling merchant that came through a month ago, deep red with gold trim, and cream-colored embroidery. I spoil him. But he did look good in it.
"Come darling," he said with that quirk-up smile of his. "I've drawn you a bath." With that he hurried to the back of the house, leaving me still dripping on the floorboards.
I hung up my hat and coat, and left my muddy boots on the mat. I peeled off the rest of my clothes, tossed them in the washtub, and headed for the bathroom. I could hear Glitch humming to himself in there. I paused at the door and just listened.
He did this, frequently. Not just the bath, sometimes it was a special meal, or some piece of art he made from twigs and leaves around our house. Or the times he'd wait for me in bed, naked and hard, and we'd make love for hours. Today, the rain only gave him an excuse.
When I swung the door open, his robe fell to the floor.