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The entire cabin has started to smell like decaying wood and brittle pine needles scorched by hot bulbs. It's been nearly a month since Christmas, and the tree is still in the corner of the living room like a withering holiday ghost. It's starting to sag, curling in on itself enough that the star is crooked, but every time Derek so much mentions taking it down Barry's eyes get all wide and sad and well, Derek is immune to a lot of things but never those eyes.

They're sitting on the couch one night, fire roaring and just exacerbating the dried out pine smell, when Derek hears the quiet, tinny tink of a plastic Christmas ornament hitting the floor. At first he thinks it's Jinx, who has knocked the tree over no less than five times and is the reason there is a foot of space between the bottom of the tree and the start of the decorations, but the cat is lounging on the back of the couch behind Barry's head.

"Um," Derek says, closing his book and watching as another branch slowly sags, pulled towards the floor by the weight of a flimsy ornament. Needles drop to the floor and then, just in time for Barry to turn his head, the shiny red ball falls to the floor like it's just given up.

"I think it might be time, hummingbird," Derek says gently, turning to look over at Barry. "I'm pretty sure I just heard the tree actually sigh."

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Barry's half asleep, warmed by the fire and Derek pressed against his side, and he stirs with a faint grumble to observe the ornament fall. Blinking awake, Barry's eyes widen as Derek's words penetrate the fog. "What? No, it's fine!" he insists, still staring at the ornament.

"Jinx probably did it." He feels her tail against his neck. "You know, earlier."

"Uh huh." Derek curls an arm around Barry's shoulders and looks over at the sad, defeated tree. It's really on its way to becoming a fire hazard and Derek doesn't want it in the cabin anymore for obvious reasons, but he would feel like a dick if he said that out loud. Plus, he never wants to make Barry sad.

After a few moments of pondering, Derek leans over and nuzzles at Barry's cheek, speaking softly. "How about we take it down, and then tomorrow we'll go to the nursery. We can pick out a sapling and plant it out front, and then we'll always have a Christmas tree."

After he says it, he realizes how much he likes the idea. He wants to plant something in the ground and watch it grow, day after day. He wants it to be around next Christmas so they can do this all over again. "How's that sound?"

Barry makes a disgruntled sound. It's well after Christmas, and the tree is looking a little droopy. It's just been such a lovely sight in their cabin, with the lights Barry plugs in every night, and the ornaments and the star - the place will feel empty without it. A tree outside the window will be nice, but it won't be the same.

"Is it really time?" he asks, resting his head back against the cushions. Barry sighs. "You want me to put away all the lights and ornaments real quick?"

"One more night won't hurt," Derek concedes, pressing a kiss to Barry's jaw. "I'll take it down tomorrow while you're at work."

He gets up and stretches his arms over his head, revealing a strip of skin that's gone pale with the winter gloom, and brushes some needles aside with his foot. "I'll go get some more wood for the fire."

Barry is still a little pouty, so Derek leans over to hook a finger under his chin. "Lock Jinx in he bathroom and I'll do my best to turn that frown upside down."

He winks and then goes out into the cold, plucking a few pieces of wood from the stack and then heading back in quickly. A shiver runs through him and he sets the logs down by the door, brushing dirt from his shirt and looking over at Barry with a raised eyebrow.

Barry hasn't put the cat away. He sped to the window as soon as Derek closed the door, staring after him in the hopes that he'd use the ax. But Derek hadn't, and Barry sped back to the couch in time to turn an earnest look on him now.

"I'll just - " he says, standing to collect Jinx. He doesn't dare go any faster than normal with her, not after that first, incredibly barfy time, and Barry carries her safely to the bathroom and closes the door. "What, uh," he says, "What are we going to do that will make me so happy?"

"I'm sure I'll think of something," Derek says easily, running his fingers along the back of the sofa before he pulls off the thick blanket and shakes it out to lay it on the floor in front of the fireplace. Barry always seems cold and Derek has the glorious mental image of him in front of the fire, skin gold with the light and glistening with sweat.

He places two logs on the fire and stokes it a bit, coaxing the flames higher before he sits on the blanket and crooks his finger at Barry. "Come here. Help me brainstorm ideas."

Barry's brows climb higher. Really great things have happened in front of that fireplace, some in front of the festively lit tree, and he speeds forward, appearing on the blanket with his shoes off in the next breath. He hooks his fingers in the hem of his shirt and pauses.

"This is a shirtless kind of brainstorming, right? I'm not reading the vibe weird?"

"I was thinking we'd sing hymns," Derek says flatly, rolling his eyes before pulling off his own shirt and tossing it aside. He leans in and removes Barry's before he can do it himself, holding the fabric over his eyes as he leans in to give him a kiss, one that's deep and lingering.

He doesn't pull away until Barry is breathless, heart fluttering away. It's only then that he pulls the shirt off the rest of the way, smiling with cherry red lips as he places his hands on Barry's sides. His palms glide over his ribs, thumbs finding his nipples and circling until they stiffen up. "How's this? Think it might make you happy?"

His voice is teasing but it's also gone deep and raspy, eyes flickering crimson as his own arousal starts to build. It's amazing how quickly Barry can get him worked up, just from being close like this.

"Good things happen when I sing to you," says Barry, or he tries to before Derek's bare torso takes his breath away. He lets himself be stripepd and gathered in and kissed, his eyes closed behind the fabric of his shirt, and catches Derek's shoulders to steady himself when the onslaught only continues.

Derek's thumbs are calloused and familiar, the sparks of pleasure where they rub at his nipples familiar too, yet Barry's reaction is the same every time. He sucks in a wondering breath, head thrown back for a moment as the pleasure immediately builds. "Pretty happy, yeah," he says, opening his eyes to find Derek's flickering red. Barry grins, sliding forward to take two handfuls of Derek's ass and pull him even closer to kiss. "C'mere."

Derek isn't quite expecting to be hauled in by his ass, but he likes it even if it sends them toppling down onto the blanket. He gets up on one elbow and cups Barry's cheek with his free hand, licking into his mouth and letting that hand glide slowly down his body, curling around his hip until he can press the heel of his palm up between his legs.

"Pretty happy isn't good enough," Derek rasps, nipping at Barry's bottom lip with a soft growl. His fingers slip inside of Barry's sweats to curl loosely around his cock, feeling it fill and thicken in his grip. He grins against Barry's mouth as his thumb circles the head of his cock in a gentle tease. "I want you deliriously happy. Tell me how I can make that happen, hm?"

Barry keens into Derek's mouth, hips rising immediately to push his cock through the too loose fist of Derek's hand. He opens his eyes and stares dizzily into Derek's, already so consumed with desire for him that it's hard to decide. Everything with Derek is so good. He could probably just look at him long enough and manage to come, and the thought gives Barry an idea.

"Will you ride me?" he asks, imagining it with a moan as Derek's fist slides down around him, the barest shadow of what might be. "I want to see you."

Barry's scent when he's turned on like this is heady and overwhelming, and Derek is a little bit addicted to it. He breathes in deep and lets out a pleased breath when a pearly drop of fluid wells up at the head of Barry's cock. His thumb slicks over it, playing, until he brings the digit up to his mouth to suck it clean.

The request surprises him, and his hips stutter forward as he lets out a soft whine around his own thumb. More often, it's Barry on the bottom. It's just the way they seem to fall together most times, but that doesn't mean that Derek doesn't enjoy having Barry inside of him. He loves it, actually, beyond just the pleasure of it. The intimacy overwhelms him, and he still hasn't gotten over how amazing it feels to trust another person like that.

"Yeah, I'll ride you," he breathes out. There's a bottle of lube under one of the couch cushions and Derek sniffs it out, wriggling out of his sweats as he leans over to grab it. He gets up on his knees, balanced astride Barry's thighs as he slicks up his own fingers and reaches back between his legs, whining at that first wet touch of his fingers. Barry wants to watch him so Derek makes it a show, rolling back against his own hand as he fingers himself open. "You're gonna come inside me?"

"Yeah," Barry breathes, his mouth open as he watches Derek. He'd taken the few seconds after Derek rolled away to yank off his own pants and gather pillows beneath his head so he can watch in comfort, and God, what a show. He can't see where Derek's fingers disappear, but he can see his face, his dark eyes shuttered and his lips pink as they part for a short whine.

"So fucking gorgeous," Barry says, leaning up to brush his knuckles against the firm lines of Derek's abs, following them down to take his cock in the same loose grip Derek had used on Barry. "You're gonna feel so good."

"Good. I want to feel it," Derek groans, fucking into Barry's loose grip. His abs tense as he sucks in a breath, pushing three fingers into his ass before withdrawing them to reach down and grip Barry's cock. He strokes it a few times to slick it up, then steadies it as he positions himself over it.

He watches Barry's face as he nudges the head of his bare cock into his hole, all teasing pressure until he finally starts to sink down. He goes slowly, letting himself feel each inch as he tosses his head back with a moan. It's almost too much once he finally has his ass snug against Barry's hip, and he grips Barry's wrist to still it. "Fuck, Barry. Tell me how it feels."

Derek loves hearing Barry talk, especially when they're like this and it drops to a lower octave and comes out rough and slow. He loves knowing that he can make Barry feel good, and he clenches down around him just once before he slowly starts rolling his hips.

Barry moans openly at that first touch of heat, toes curling as Derek lingers right on the edge of sinking down. Then Derek slides down and down, his body's grip around Barry so sweet that he can't speak, can't even breathe as Derek rests flush against him. He shakes his head as if to say no, he can't, he can't not when Derek feels like this, but then Derek squeezes around him and Barry groans, and just like that the floodgates are open.

"So good, Derek," he babbles, hanging onto Derek's hips. "You're so warm inside, you feel so right, God, nothing feels like this." Barry's eyes are glazed with pleasure, but there's greed in them, too, raking over Derek's body each time he lifts up. Even now, after nearly a year of touching him, Barry can hardly believe he's allowed. "I love it, love you."

Barry's hands settle on Derek's hips and it's like an anchor in every sense of the word. His fingertips dig in, ten points of pressure, and Derek wishes fiercely that he could leave bruises. A shiver runs through his whole body as he sinks back down onto Barry's cock, because nothing else feels like this. It's all encompassing, it's everything, and Derek tosses his head back with a whine as he lifts himself up and sinks back down, again and again and again.

And then Barry starts talking and Derek shivers again, absolutely owned by that voice. Not once does he feel objectified, even as Barry babbles on about how good he feels on the inside. Derek is putting on a show and riding Barry's dick for all it's worth in and he still feels cherished.

Derek hears I love you tumble so effortlessly from Barry's lips, and he whines again as his cock begins to leak. A sticky trail of fluid drips down onto Barry's belly and Derek leans forward to brace his hands on Barry's shoulders. His eyes, when he finally manages to drag them open, are glowing crimson and they meet Barry's gaze without hesitation.

"I love you," Derek says in a strung out voice, breath hitching as he bounces on Barry's cock until he finds the angle that makes him keen.

Barry keeps talking - he knows because he feels his mouth moving, feels his lungs burn as his body and voice fight for the oxygen, but he has no idea what he says. His entire world is Derek, the tight grip of him, the incredible sight of him, the bright red of his eyes when he leans down and opens them, punching another groan from Barry's throat.

"Derek, I'm gonna - " Barry breathes, trusting that Derek knows the difference by now between I'm going to come and I'm going to vibrate, because he can't hold on another second. Gripping Derek's hips tighter, Barry pulls him down and lets go, vibrating hard against that sweet spot inside of him.

Derek knows that tone of voice by now, and when Barry's fingertips press into his hips to hold him he nearly shouts for him to stop because it's already so intense. Instead he just sucks in a breath and feels Barry begin to vibrate under his hands, inside of him, and he lets out a sound like a howl. Every nerve ending seems to fire off at once, and the intense ball of heat low in his gut expands until it explodes outwards. His orgasm hits him before he even realizes it's coming, ripped out of him with a force that leaves him whimpering as he streaks Barry's belly with come.

His legs are jelly and his fingers are tipped with claws that leave tiny dots of red on Barry's shoulders, pink lines down his arms, and he sucks in a ragged breath as he clenches down around Barry's cock and does his best to stay upright. "Don't stop-- come on. So fucking good."

Derek seizes so tightly that Barry almost fears it's too much, but then Derek's come splashes hot between them, again and again until Derek is half slumped and Barry's vibrations have slowed. He isn't strong like Derek, but Derek's permission is all Barry needs to speed Derek onto his back, his legs hitched high around Barry's waist so Barry can sink into him again the way his body's screaming for.

"That was so good," he murmurs, fucking Derek with slow, deliberate strokes. "I love the way you look when you can't hold back."

There's a sudden flip in his belly and Derek opens his eyes to see the ceiling of the cabin, groaning deeply as Barry sinks into him again. He shifts his gaze to Barry's face, lids heavy as he watches the firelight play over skin shining with sweat. His limbs feel made of cement but he manages to keep his legs wrapped loosely around Barry's waist, back arching as he clutches the blanket in his fists, not wanting to claw Barry up any further.

He purrs at the praise, eyes glinting red in the low light. His mouth falls open to reveal too-sharp teeth and he lets it happen because he knows that Barry accepts every part of him, and what he's doing feels far too good for Derek to concentrate on his control. His heart races in his chest and he tips his head back, arching up to bare his throat to Barry with a needy whine, offering up the most vulnerable part of him without hesitation.

More than anything, he wants Barry to sink his teeth in and claim.

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