Rating: Adult (Although more story than sex)
Disclaimer: The BmblBee makes no money off her
stories and owns nothing. Including the characters.
Summary: HAU This short story is a follow-up to
White Lightnin'. It takes place in the early 1940's
and is a quick peek to see how things are going for
our boys on their mountain home.
Spring time on the mountain was absolute heaven. It was like nothing Spike had ever known.
It was a million years and a million more miles away from the isolation and misery of the city.
The nights and early mornings were still cold which he confirmed with a puff of cold frosty breath, but the
sunny days were warm with the promise of an early summer.
On their evening walk yesterday Xander had shown him a cluster of Easter lilies that had sprouted in the clearing.
He said that was a good sign of a long planting season.
Spike finished quickly and scampered back to the warmth and love of the cabin. Eager to finish his breakfast and
clean up after, Spike was thrilled to be going to town.
It wasn't that the town was all that exciting, in fact from what he remembered it was a small town like a thousand
others scattered around the state.
It had a diner, post office, bank, general store and an equal number of churches and bars. Probably sharing
the same clientele. One on Saturday night and the other on Sunday morning.
And it wasn't that he was anxious to leave the cabin. Although he hadn't since that night just over a month ago
when he arrived and Xander took him back.
No, he was thrilled because he knew Xander's collection of furs were the best he had ever trapped and the money
would go toward their plans to add on to the cabin. Working together to improve their home.
No longer a weakling, Spike was stronger now. Stronger in both body and mind. He was not the sniveling drunk that had fucked up his life so badly for all those years.
He was a man now and proudly stood beside Xander as his companion, not his patient.
Not his charity case.
Helping with the chores, Spike chopped and hauled the firewood. He reset traps and Xander was teaching him
to skin and stretch the hides.
He was not a guest.
This was his home too.
Probably the only real one he had ever known.
He was asserting himself more and even on occasion topped in bed. It was the best life he could ever imagine.
The evenings after dinner were spent together sitting at the table and talking over and drawing up their plans.
They would nearly double the size of their home adding a proper bedroom with it's own fireplace, a small kitchen,
and Spike was still working on him for a bathroom.
"Hey, you gonna stand around and daydream or get cleaned up to go?"
Xander's words shook Spike out of his haze and got him moving. Still cold from the trip outside, Spike dropped his
pants and quickly washed to put on clean ones.
Glancing down at him Xander snickered. "cold outside?" "WHAT?" Spike feigned outrage. Swinging his hips caused
his cock to wiggle and flop dramatically.
"I'll have you know the man I'm with is plenty satisfied with the size of my......personalty. Scooping him off his feet, Xander hugged him tightly.
"Sweetheart you have got the most sparkling personality I have ever known. I love your personality. Now, wash
the morning off your personality and get dressed. I'm going out to get the car ready and I'll pick you up in 10 minutes."
Spike laughed and did as he was told. It was a task made easier due to Xander having already heated the water and
laid out his clothes. Spike just shook his head. How did he get so lucky?
Spike was out the door and leaped down the three steps before Xander had the chance to blow the horn.
Jumping into the car, he spared only a moment to relive the shame of what he had done to her.
Amazingly Xander never brought it up or held it against him. One more quick kiss and the were off.
The untraveled lane from the cabin to the main dirt road was in bad shape due to the heavy spring rains.
Hanging on to the dashboard, Spike thanked God Xander was the driver he was.
Anyone less would have lost control and slid over the side by now.
"We're gonna have to bring some rocks and shovels and repair this lane."
Spike groaned. He knew that meant days of back breaking work.
But self reliance was the life style here. You need something done, get off your ass and do it.
Finally by late morning they slowed to the speed limit and rolled into the posted town limits.
Watching the streets they passed, Spike remembered the times he had been here.
The first day he passed through without stopping. He followed a government map he had been given with
instructions to check all cabins in the county for stills. The car accident had put an end to that quest.
The next time he was sick, hung over and truth be told possibly suicidal. The last time it was dark.
The sidewalks had already been rolled in and the residents asleep.
This time it looked like the most exciting place on earth.
Forget them all.
He had Sugarcreek, Arkansas.