Carry

4

They left the next weekend.

Itachi worried whether Shisui could really drive, but they both took the Friday off, and after twelve hours of sleep and two Red Bulls, Shisui chatted happily while he drove their Volvo from the city to the countryside and further up the mountains. They played a game where you would say something you saw, and the next person had to say something they saw beginning with the final letter of the previous thing.

"Tree!" Shisui would shout.

"E... Ego!" Itachi would say.

"Where?" Shisui asked, genuinely confused.

"Are you kidding me? It's so big it takes up the entire car!" Itachi stretched his arms out to show exactly how big Shisui's ego was.

Shisui slapped him softly on the thigh. Itachi immediately took his hand, entwined their fingers, brought it to his lips and kissed it. Shisui breathed in hotly and Itachi realised how long ago it was they had slept with each other. Itachi had done it himself, in the shower, leaning his back against the hot, wet tiles, imagining his partner doing all sorts of things to him. But Shisui had slept so much, Itachi's fantasies had not had the chance to become reality.

"Shisui..." Itachi murmured, taking two of Shisui's fingers into his mouths. Shisui's breath caught in his throat. "How long ago was it you fucked yourself?"

Shisui leaned his head back and groaned; Itachi never dirty-talked so it turned him on endlessly.

"Not since last time I took you."

"Shit", Itachi said.

He sucked his fiancé's fingers dry. 

The cottage was incredible. It was made entirely of timbre, the logs visible on the inside, and incredibly warm. All was made better by the fact that an icy rain had begun falling in the autumn chill, making the fireplace Shisui lit first thing so much better in the small space.

As they closed the door, they stood facing each other, lips a breath apart, both still frightfully hungry for each other. They spoke to each other silently with their eyes, agreeing without words to wait just a bit longer, dragging the frustration out for hours that they both knew would feel like an eternity. They walked out in the rain, Itachi's hand in Shisui's, enjoying the silence of the forest surrounding their path.

"Itachi..." Shisui suddenly said, pointing.

Itachi looked and saw the most beautiful little lake. Steam was rising from it, letting them know it was a hot spring, and over it flew thousands upon thousands of fireflies, light not too strong in the cloudy daylight. Itachi looked up at Shisui. Shisui smirked, and for the first time in weeks, Itachi saw that mischievous glimmer in his eyes that were so typical of his fiancé. Maybe, everything will be all right after all, Itachi thought. It will, the warm hand squeezing his said, without words.

They got completely naked for each other and walked into the lake hand in hand. It was warm, almost hot around their ankles and they walked out so they could sink down to their shoulders. On instinct, Shisui grabbed Itachi's waist from behind to pull him into his lap, but Itachi turned around.

"No", Itachi said, and his heart clenched at how confused and worried Shisui looked; he was so used to having Itachi in his arms."I want to hold you."

Carefully, very carefully, Itachi pulled Shisui in, held his broad, muscular black close to his own smaller frame, nuzzled his neck. Shisui was a bit stiff at first, not being used to this dynamic between them, but after a few soft kisses on his shoulder and neck from Itachi, he allowed himself to relax. They sat quietly for a while, enjoying the absolute silence of the forest, the humming of the fireflies.