Extra Scene(s) - You Have Always Worn Me Well
Title: You Have Always Worn Me Well
Pairing: Freddy/Davey
Rating: What is it when sex is very strongly alluded to but not shown? Light R? Hardcore PG-13? Can PG-13 be hardcore?
Notes: THIS ONE WAS NOT MY FAULT.
Okay, maybe it was a little.
See, here's the story. I finished my last fic and it was many moons and Davey and Freddy were STILL not getting together and I was very annoyed and so I bugged Louise a lot to give me prompts. And Louise was being all super-unuseful and like "OMG WHATEVER YOU WANT" and I was all "STOP SUPPORTING MY ADDICTION". Eventually Louise demanded them being unable to keep their hands off each other. Now that didn't ACTUALLY help a lot because they can never keep their hands off each other and it's seriously a really good thing that we're happiness whores here because realistically they so would have gotten caught. But in Spectacular land, Davey and Freddy have really, really awesome luck. And a lot of people who are willing to pretend they're all "really good friends". And Joey who would kill them if they did anything to Davey (and, okay, Freddy too, but only because that would make Davey upset).
For those of you who (don't) care, the title is from Sew My Name by Josh Pyke. It's not a Freddy/Davey song, but it fits the fic. Also, it gets stuck in my head all the freaking time.
Freddy loves Davey's scarf.
It doesn't matter that it's bright, obnoxious, clown-nose red. It's a very Davey sort of scarf. That's a strange thought in and of itself, because Davey's not a bright red sort of fellow, usually. He's all grays and browns, but he always wears these funny sploches of color. It can be anything; there's a patch on his coat elbow that's bright, sunny calico with brown flowers, or his favorite pair of thinning socks that are a gaudy mustard. There's a pair of extra-soft long underwear Davey wears when his others are dirty that used to be a bright grass-green and are now rather faded and defeated looking. Freddy knows for a fact that Davey's dark brown pants have a back pocket lined with a magenta silk because the old lining got worn through and Melanthos the Mysterious had conveniently spilled something on one of his handkerchiefs during an act around that very time. One day when Freddy was looking for a pair of socks to borrow for the day before he could go buy another pair in town, he'd come across a light sweater he can vaguely recall seeing Davey wear when the weather turns warm, as delicate and brilliant blue as the April sky. It fairly reeks with familiar Davey-smell, like some days he wears it tucked under his bulky gray sweater to keep extra warm. The point is, these are all Freddy's favorite things about Davey, both literally and metaphorically, these funny bursts of color scrapped together magpie-like under bland practicality that strikes him as utterly silly and completely endearing.
Before he and Davey were together, before he could reach out and touch Davey whenever he wanted (though certain types of touching were still off-limits when certain brothers were around, no matter how much Freddy wheedled and begged), the scarf had been his favorite and least favorite thing in the world. On one hand it was a bit of Davey, so easily given, that he could cradle against himself. It smelled of him, it was made by his mother, it was something he'd worn against his heart and given for Freddy to wear against his. That was the sort of symbolism that Freddy had helplessly gripped at for hope, as futile as it might have been. On the other hand, it was torture, wearing Davey's old scarf around like a badge for the world to see without really having Davey. It was like a constant reminder that he could look, but he could never touch. Back then, Freddy had tried to forget the scarf a few times, but Davey had always noticed when he did. It would make his eyes go wide and concerned and he'd cluck after Freddy like a mother hen, concerned he'd catch cold, or it would make him grin mischievously and stuff snow down Freddy's back worse than ever. Eventually he'd given up "accidentally" forgetting it, figuring it was all part of the Davey package, and he'd rather have it all than go without.
Now, though, it's his favorite thing in the world. He uses it to swat at Davey's rear when he's being cheeky or loop him in when he wants a kiss. He straightens it and puffs out his chest when Joey's around (or, when anyone's around, if he's going to be honest) as if to say look what I've got and so there. But his favorite thing is when Davey seems to remember he's wearing it. His face goes soft and happy when he watches Freddy put it on in the morning. Sometimes, out of nowhere, he'll straighten it and press it closer to Freddy's heart, or use it to tug him down for a kiss behind the barn. If he wants Davey's attention (which is always), all he has to do is make a soft noise in his throat and fiddle with the hole in the bottom corner and Davey's attention will be all his, his face open and baffled and stupid-happy, which makes Freddy feel warm and baffled with how stupid-happy he feels in return all over again.
He really, really, really likes Davey's scarf.
---
Freddy's two favorite things are music and Davey. For pride's sake, he'd usually say in that order, even though he knows that's a terrible, terrible lie. But what is constantly at war for third place in his affections (besides the scarf) is the pair of glove Davey first got him for Christmas.
On a philosophical level, he thinks that if the scarf represents everything he loves about Davey, the gloves represent everything Davey loves about him. Because the reason he loves the gloves so much, really, is because Davey loves the gloves so much.
The color, Davey explains, is the perfect brown, the color of Freddy's eyes and chocolate and rich soil. Davey says he loves the way the brown looks against the bronze of Freddy's trumpet when he plays in the cold. He says he likes the way the brown looks with the blue and green Freddy wears. He says the first thing he noticed about the gloves was their color, how the color makes him happy because it makes him feel safe and warm. He doesn't say "the same way you do" out loud, but they both know that's what he means.
Freddy knows that Davey is also extremely proud of the gloves, that they are the most expensive thing Davey has ever bought. He knows that when Davey first got them he nearly went mad keeping the secret from Freddy, that he'd wake up at night worrying if they were the right size, or if Freddy would like them, or if he'd spent too much money. He knows Davey had never kept a secret, really, until he had to hide those gloves from Freddy. He knows that it drove him half-mad with joy and frustration, and that he made up his mind to Freddy the gloves before Christmas at least a dozen times before Christmas, but he waited it out. He knows that Davey thinks it was the second-hardest thing he's ever done.
Davey loves the way the gloves feel, too. He doesn't tell Freddy this, but Freddy knows because he'll sometimes take his own gloves off just to hold Freddy's hand, and when Freddy brushes his gloved hand against any patch of Davey's skin, his eyes go hazy and unfocused and his ears turn pink. So Freddy takes extra care to make sure he does it often, that whenever Davey stretches that strip of belly is tickled and prodded, that he brushes the back of Davey's neck and the ends of his hair. And when he's teased Davey enough so that Davey drags him somewhere to kiss him, he cups Davey's cheek close and strokes his thumb over it's sharp curve over and over again until he's making small noises in Freddy's mouth and Freddy usually finds himself manhandled back to their train car.
When Davey undresses Freddy, the last outer layers he takes off are the scarf, and then the gloves, tugging gently at each finger until they slip off. Then he lays both of them down on Freddy's bed gently, usually with a fond pat, before pulling Freddy under the covers with him, curling up close.
---
Things start to change around April.
March is in and out like a lion, with a few spare afternoons of tantalizing almost-spring weather. Most days, though, it's too cold to put away the winter gear, which means that Freddy's scarf and gloves are working overtime. But despite the bluster and chill, the circus rolls out of the farm on schedule in April, the same as it always does. Freddy hadn't realized what a change being back in season would be. With Davey around now, the circus in season was suddenly more fun, and infinitely more dangerous. They had to be careful in public, quieter, keeping touching to a minimum and kissing only in private. Davey would still run a finger along Freddy's glove or pat his scarf down, but it was done in such a way that, had Freddy not had evidence to the contrary, he himself would have believed that Davey was back to feeling nothing for him but close friendship. Sleeping changed too. Freddy was used to getting Davey to himself every night, pressed against him in various stages of undress. After dark was when Joey would make himself scarce in town and they had the car to themselves to whisper secrets and kiss as slowly as they wanted. Now the missing half of the band that roomed with them during the season was back, which meant Davey was back to his own bed and Freddy was back to sleeping alone. Joey had either taken pity of them or been worn down by Davey, because the day before they went back on the road he'd silently switched beds with Davey, effectively blocking the two of them from view, at the very least. Squeezing Davey's hand before going to sleep was a poor substitute, but it was better than nothing.
By May, Freddy was going crazy. He hadn't had anything besides stolen, nervous moments with Davey in weeks. He felt like he was walking around with a permanent hard-on and blue balls. He'd gone for longer without sleeping with someone, without sleeping with Davey, but that was before he'd known what he was missing. Once he knew, he was pretty sure that knowledge would kill him.
To make matters worse, it got too warm to wear the gloves and scarf anymore. Not having something around that smelled of Davey was slowly driving him insane, causing him to perform increasingly ridiculous acts to justify getting in Davey's personal space long enough to wallow in his scent. It was risky as hell and would get him fired at the very least, and Freddy was finding it increasingly hard to care.
---
At the beginning of May, Freddy decided to go through his clothes. He'd filled out across the shoulders and his shirts weren't fitting him properly. Davey watched him nervously as he flung away his old shirts.
"These are all perfectly good shirts!" Davey cried sadly, rifling through the pile.
"They're not perfectly good if they don't fit," Freddy said sensibly. Davey looked extremely put out still, so Freddy risked giving him a quick kiss. "I can't keep everything," he said. "If I did the train car would be too heavy to move."
"It just seems wasteful," Davey said sadly, stroking a blue checked shirt he seemed to have grown inexplicably fond of.
"You can keep one," Freddy offered, and Davey held the blue shirt close to himself gratefully.
---
Davey wore the shirt almost every day. At first it was under his light blue sweater, which wreaked havoc on Freddy's concentration. He'd grown inordinately fond of that sweater. It was probably the softest sweater he'd ever felt and it always smelled extra-strongly of Davey. He liked how it was a little shrunken and hugged Davey's body the way he wished he could all the time. It made Davey look grown-up and strong and beautiful. He already had trouble keeping his hands off Davey when he wore that sweater, and now Davey was wearing the blue checked shirt under it, as if proclaiming to the world that he belonged to Freddy. Freddy figured it was probably payback for how he flaunted the scarf and gloves, and he began to understand why Davey would get that dazed look on his face so often.
Freddy's only saving grace was that it was finally warm enough for him and Davey to sleep outside where no one could hear them. He started counting down the hours until it was dark and he could justify disappearing into the fields with Davey to re-learn what his body felt and tasted and looked like. He got to nudge away the collar that had been poking out of Davey's sweater, teasing him, and mark him where no one can see. Getting to hear Davey laugh and sigh and moan under him again almost made the month of waiting feel worth it.
---
Freddy occasionally made the mistake of severely underestimating Davey.
He was reminded of this one muggy July day when he returned to the train car. Davey was sitting on the top step, humming as he whittled away at a stick. His pants were rolled up and he was wearing what was formerly Freddy's blue checked shirt, completely unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows. His hair was sticking up at funny angles from being pushed off of his sweaty forehead, his freckles are standing out against a flush that crept deliciously down his neck. Davey was leaning back on his elbows so Freddy could see his entire chest and the the dark blonde trail of hair under his belly button, moving up and down with each breath he took. When Freddy tried to greet him all he managed is a strangled and inarticulate groan that made Davey look up at him and smile so wide he dimpled.
"Hi, Freddy," he drawled. "You look a little warm." And if Davey's heated gaze wasn't a big enough give away, his completely blatant once-over of Freddy made it perfectly clear that he knew exactly what effect he was having. The thought made Freddy feel hot all over. The idea that Davey had been waiting for Freddy in his old shirt to deliberately seduce him was possibly the greatest turn-on Freddy had ever experienced.
"Hi," he finally managed, his voice strained and cracking. Davey grinned at him and stretched before folding up and pocketing his knife as he sauntered over to Freddy.
"I was thinking of taking a swim," he said, his voice rough enough to let Freddy know that he wasn't the only one who was getting off on this whole situation, but that he was the one who was managing to hide it the worst. "Want to join me?"
Freddy took a look around to make sure they were completely alone before grabbing at Davey's (his!) shirt and kissing a fast and dirty yes.
"I've created a monster," he grumbled as he followed Davey blindly to the river where they would be utterly, blissfully alone.
Davey only laughed.
---
It was early September when the chill returned to the air. Davey started curling closer and closer to Freddy at night, piling more and more blankets around them. "We'll have to start sleeping in the train car again," Freddy said sadly. They had managed to camp out all through September and the beginning of October, but it was going to start frosting any night now. Once it did they would be back to sleeping indoors, which Freddy had been putting off for as long as possible, remembering the terrible lack of Davey he suffered that spring.
"I'll be bribing Joey to stand watch for us," Davey said sleepily against Freddy's neck. "And I saved up enough money so we can stay in town sometimes."
"Really?" Freddy asked, rubbing Davey's back to keep him warm. Davey let out a happy sigh and kissed the scratchy underside of Freddy's chin.
"Uh huh."
"In that case," Freddy said, touched, "I suppose I'll have to break out my scarf again."
It was, after all, one of his very favorite things in the world.
Pairing: Freddy/Davey
Rating: What is it when sex is very strongly alluded to but not shown? Light R? Hardcore PG-13? Can PG-13 be hardcore?
Notes: THIS ONE WAS NOT MY FAULT.
Okay, maybe it was a little.
See, here's the story. I finished my last fic and it was many moons and Davey and Freddy were STILL not getting together and I was very annoyed and so I bugged Louise a lot to give me prompts. And Louise was being all super-unuseful and like "OMG WHATEVER YOU WANT" and I was all "STOP SUPPORTING MY ADDICTION". Eventually Louise demanded them being unable to keep their hands off each other. Now that didn't ACTUALLY help a lot because they can never keep their hands off each other and it's seriously a really good thing that we're happiness whores here because realistically they so would have gotten caught. But in Spectacular land, Davey and Freddy have really, really awesome luck. And a lot of people who are willing to pretend they're all "really good friends". And Joey who would kill them if they did anything to Davey (and, okay, Freddy too, but only because that would make Davey upset).
For those of you who (don't) care, the title is from Sew My Name by Josh Pyke. It's not a Freddy/Davey song, but it fits the fic. Also, it gets stuck in my head all the freaking time.
Freddy loves Davey's scarf.
It doesn't matter that it's bright, obnoxious, clown-nose red. It's a very Davey sort of scarf. That's a strange thought in and of itself, because Davey's not a bright red sort of fellow, usually. He's all grays and browns, but he always wears these funny sploches of color. It can be anything; there's a patch on his coat elbow that's bright, sunny calico with brown flowers, or his favorite pair of thinning socks that are a gaudy mustard. There's a pair of extra-soft long underwear Davey wears when his others are dirty that used to be a bright grass-green and are now rather faded and defeated looking. Freddy knows for a fact that Davey's dark brown pants have a back pocket lined with a magenta silk because the old lining got worn through and Melanthos the Mysterious had conveniently spilled something on one of his handkerchiefs during an act around that very time. One day when Freddy was looking for a pair of socks to borrow for the day before he could go buy another pair in town, he'd come across a light sweater he can vaguely recall seeing Davey wear when the weather turns warm, as delicate and brilliant blue as the April sky. It fairly reeks with familiar Davey-smell, like some days he wears it tucked under his bulky gray sweater to keep extra warm. The point is, these are all Freddy's favorite things about Davey, both literally and metaphorically, these funny bursts of color scrapped together magpie-like under bland practicality that strikes him as utterly silly and completely endearing.
Before he and Davey were together, before he could reach out and touch Davey whenever he wanted (though certain types of touching were still off-limits when certain brothers were around, no matter how much Freddy wheedled and begged), the scarf had been his favorite and least favorite thing in the world. On one hand it was a bit of Davey, so easily given, that he could cradle against himself. It smelled of him, it was made by his mother, it was something he'd worn against his heart and given for Freddy to wear against his. That was the sort of symbolism that Freddy had helplessly gripped at for hope, as futile as it might have been. On the other hand, it was torture, wearing Davey's old scarf around like a badge for the world to see without really having Davey. It was like a constant reminder that he could look, but he could never touch. Back then, Freddy had tried to forget the scarf a few times, but Davey had always noticed when he did. It would make his eyes go wide and concerned and he'd cluck after Freddy like a mother hen, concerned he'd catch cold, or it would make him grin mischievously and stuff snow down Freddy's back worse than ever. Eventually he'd given up "accidentally" forgetting it, figuring it was all part of the Davey package, and he'd rather have it all than go without.
Now, though, it's his favorite thing in the world. He uses it to swat at Davey's rear when he's being cheeky or loop him in when he wants a kiss. He straightens it and puffs out his chest when Joey's around (or, when anyone's around, if he's going to be honest) as if to say look what I've got and so there. But his favorite thing is when Davey seems to remember he's wearing it. His face goes soft and happy when he watches Freddy put it on in the morning. Sometimes, out of nowhere, he'll straighten it and press it closer to Freddy's heart, or use it to tug him down for a kiss behind the barn. If he wants Davey's attention (which is always), all he has to do is make a soft noise in his throat and fiddle with the hole in the bottom corner and Davey's attention will be all his, his face open and baffled and stupid-happy, which makes Freddy feel warm and baffled with how stupid-happy he feels in return all over again.
He really, really, really likes Davey's scarf.
---
Freddy's two favorite things are music and Davey. For pride's sake, he'd usually say in that order, even though he knows that's a terrible, terrible lie. But what is constantly at war for third place in his affections (besides the scarf) is the pair of glove Davey first got him for Christmas.
On a philosophical level, he thinks that if the scarf represents everything he loves about Davey, the gloves represent everything Davey loves about him. Because the reason he loves the gloves so much, really, is because Davey loves the gloves so much.
The color, Davey explains, is the perfect brown, the color of Freddy's eyes and chocolate and rich soil. Davey says he loves the way the brown looks against the bronze of Freddy's trumpet when he plays in the cold. He says he likes the way the brown looks with the blue and green Freddy wears. He says the first thing he noticed about the gloves was their color, how the color makes him happy because it makes him feel safe and warm. He doesn't say "the same way you do" out loud, but they both know that's what he means.
Freddy knows that Davey is also extremely proud of the gloves, that they are the most expensive thing Davey has ever bought. He knows that when Davey first got them he nearly went mad keeping the secret from Freddy, that he'd wake up at night worrying if they were the right size, or if Freddy would like them, or if he'd spent too much money. He knows Davey had never kept a secret, really, until he had to hide those gloves from Freddy. He knows that it drove him half-mad with joy and frustration, and that he made up his mind to Freddy the gloves before Christmas at least a dozen times before Christmas, but he waited it out. He knows that Davey thinks it was the second-hardest thing he's ever done.
Davey loves the way the gloves feel, too. He doesn't tell Freddy this, but Freddy knows because he'll sometimes take his own gloves off just to hold Freddy's hand, and when Freddy brushes his gloved hand against any patch of Davey's skin, his eyes go hazy and unfocused and his ears turn pink. So Freddy takes extra care to make sure he does it often, that whenever Davey stretches that strip of belly is tickled and prodded, that he brushes the back of Davey's neck and the ends of his hair. And when he's teased Davey enough so that Davey drags him somewhere to kiss him, he cups Davey's cheek close and strokes his thumb over it's sharp curve over and over again until he's making small noises in Freddy's mouth and Freddy usually finds himself manhandled back to their train car.
When Davey undresses Freddy, the last outer layers he takes off are the scarf, and then the gloves, tugging gently at each finger until they slip off. Then he lays both of them down on Freddy's bed gently, usually with a fond pat, before pulling Freddy under the covers with him, curling up close.
---
Things start to change around April.
March is in and out like a lion, with a few spare afternoons of tantalizing almost-spring weather. Most days, though, it's too cold to put away the winter gear, which means that Freddy's scarf and gloves are working overtime. But despite the bluster and chill, the circus rolls out of the farm on schedule in April, the same as it always does. Freddy hadn't realized what a change being back in season would be. With Davey around now, the circus in season was suddenly more fun, and infinitely more dangerous. They had to be careful in public, quieter, keeping touching to a minimum and kissing only in private. Davey would still run a finger along Freddy's glove or pat his scarf down, but it was done in such a way that, had Freddy not had evidence to the contrary, he himself would have believed that Davey was back to feeling nothing for him but close friendship. Sleeping changed too. Freddy was used to getting Davey to himself every night, pressed against him in various stages of undress. After dark was when Joey would make himself scarce in town and they had the car to themselves to whisper secrets and kiss as slowly as they wanted. Now the missing half of the band that roomed with them during the season was back, which meant Davey was back to his own bed and Freddy was back to sleeping alone. Joey had either taken pity of them or been worn down by Davey, because the day before they went back on the road he'd silently switched beds with Davey, effectively blocking the two of them from view, at the very least. Squeezing Davey's hand before going to sleep was a poor substitute, but it was better than nothing.
By May, Freddy was going crazy. He hadn't had anything besides stolen, nervous moments with Davey in weeks. He felt like he was walking around with a permanent hard-on and blue balls. He'd gone for longer without sleeping with someone, without sleeping with Davey, but that was before he'd known what he was missing. Once he knew, he was pretty sure that knowledge would kill him.
To make matters worse, it got too warm to wear the gloves and scarf anymore. Not having something around that smelled of Davey was slowly driving him insane, causing him to perform increasingly ridiculous acts to justify getting in Davey's personal space long enough to wallow in his scent. It was risky as hell and would get him fired at the very least, and Freddy was finding it increasingly hard to care.
---
At the beginning of May, Freddy decided to go through his clothes. He'd filled out across the shoulders and his shirts weren't fitting him properly. Davey watched him nervously as he flung away his old shirts.
"These are all perfectly good shirts!" Davey cried sadly, rifling through the pile.
"They're not perfectly good if they don't fit," Freddy said sensibly. Davey looked extremely put out still, so Freddy risked giving him a quick kiss. "I can't keep everything," he said. "If I did the train car would be too heavy to move."
"It just seems wasteful," Davey said sadly, stroking a blue checked shirt he seemed to have grown inexplicably fond of.
"You can keep one," Freddy offered, and Davey held the blue shirt close to himself gratefully.
---
Davey wore the shirt almost every day. At first it was under his light blue sweater, which wreaked havoc on Freddy's concentration. He'd grown inordinately fond of that sweater. It was probably the softest sweater he'd ever felt and it always smelled extra-strongly of Davey. He liked how it was a little shrunken and hugged Davey's body the way he wished he could all the time. It made Davey look grown-up and strong and beautiful. He already had trouble keeping his hands off Davey when he wore that sweater, and now Davey was wearing the blue checked shirt under it, as if proclaiming to the world that he belonged to Freddy. Freddy figured it was probably payback for how he flaunted the scarf and gloves, and he began to understand why Davey would get that dazed look on his face so often.
Freddy's only saving grace was that it was finally warm enough for him and Davey to sleep outside where no one could hear them. He started counting down the hours until it was dark and he could justify disappearing into the fields with Davey to re-learn what his body felt and tasted and looked like. He got to nudge away the collar that had been poking out of Davey's sweater, teasing him, and mark him where no one can see. Getting to hear Davey laugh and sigh and moan under him again almost made the month of waiting feel worth it.
---
Freddy occasionally made the mistake of severely underestimating Davey.
He was reminded of this one muggy July day when he returned to the train car. Davey was sitting on the top step, humming as he whittled away at a stick. His pants were rolled up and he was wearing what was formerly Freddy's blue checked shirt, completely unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows. His hair was sticking up at funny angles from being pushed off of his sweaty forehead, his freckles are standing out against a flush that crept deliciously down his neck. Davey was leaning back on his elbows so Freddy could see his entire chest and the the dark blonde trail of hair under his belly button, moving up and down with each breath he took. When Freddy tried to greet him all he managed is a strangled and inarticulate groan that made Davey look up at him and smile so wide he dimpled.
"Hi, Freddy," he drawled. "You look a little warm." And if Davey's heated gaze wasn't a big enough give away, his completely blatant once-over of Freddy made it perfectly clear that he knew exactly what effect he was having. The thought made Freddy feel hot all over. The idea that Davey had been waiting for Freddy in his old shirt to deliberately seduce him was possibly the greatest turn-on Freddy had ever experienced.
"Hi," he finally managed, his voice strained and cracking. Davey grinned at him and stretched before folding up and pocketing his knife as he sauntered over to Freddy.
"I was thinking of taking a swim," he said, his voice rough enough to let Freddy know that he wasn't the only one who was getting off on this whole situation, but that he was the one who was managing to hide it the worst. "Want to join me?"
Freddy took a look around to make sure they were completely alone before grabbing at Davey's (his!) shirt and kissing a fast and dirty yes.
"I've created a monster," he grumbled as he followed Davey blindly to the river where they would be utterly, blissfully alone.
Davey only laughed.
---
It was early September when the chill returned to the air. Davey started curling closer and closer to Freddy at night, piling more and more blankets around them. "We'll have to start sleeping in the train car again," Freddy said sadly. They had managed to camp out all through September and the beginning of October, but it was going to start frosting any night now. Once it did they would be back to sleeping indoors, which Freddy had been putting off for as long as possible, remembering the terrible lack of Davey he suffered that spring.
"I'll be bribing Joey to stand watch for us," Davey said sleepily against Freddy's neck. "And I saved up enough money so we can stay in town sometimes."
"Really?" Freddy asked, rubbing Davey's back to keep him warm. Davey let out a happy sigh and kissed the scratchy underside of Freddy's chin.
"Uh huh."
"In that case," Freddy said, touched, "I suppose I'll have to break out my scarf again."
It was, after all, one of his very favorite things in the world.