Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+GF)

Chapter Forty-Six: Dracula Bastards and Morning Moaning

Birds. They were the first thing Briar heard, eyes still closed and utterly entranced by their songs. Some were sweet little cheeps, others shrill songs and then a few darker, fuller sounds. And far off in the distance, in the direction of the higher levels of the mountain, echoed cries of hunting birds of prey seeking their breakfast.

Opening eyes heavy with sleep, his body seemed to realise that it was time to fully wakeup. The first sensation felt was one of intense warmth, the kind one wouldn't expect to feel in the late dawn of morning high up in a forest.

But of course, he was sharing a sleeping bag with perhaps the only living person who could have been mistaken for an oven. The little fox was snuggled into his side, a bare leg entwined between Briar's and pink hair protecting their eyes from the rising sun.

And behind them in their own double sleeping bags were Mr Sweet and Mr Spicy, faces serene and as gorgeous as ever. Everyone seemed content to continue sleeping apart from Briar, so rather than getting up and risk disturbing them, he let his gaze wander around their temporary living space to keep him preoccupied.

It was an incredible tent, a type that he hadn't known existed before but was grateful his older lovers had thought to bring- even it had been an absolute bastard to transport. But it was a small price to pay; rather than being cramped together in a tent far too small for three large men and one tiny person who expelled enough heat to cook them alive, or having to sleep separately which was just unacceptable, this one was fit their needs perfectly.

It resembled a marquee more than a tent, the posts in four corners straight rather than curved and the ceiling of it went up into a point. Devon had remarked the night before after the thing was built that it reminded him of a general's tent from historical movies, usually set in ancient Rome or Greece. And for a portion of the night, they all had to deal with Jesse walking around and ordering them to their bidding, declaring them his, 'soldiers in love and sex'.

Not that any of them paid attention to those orders, acting as though the little fox had turned invisible until they finally retired from the act with a disappointed pout. But yes, the tent. It was perfect for sleeping in, as well as large enough for their belongings to be kept safe inside and out of the elements. Or potential thieving badgers.

With his lovers close by and thoughts on what to cook for breakfast in mind, Briar had never felt so peacefully content.

"I have to pee so fucking bad" a gruff voice whispered, and he looked down, Jesse's grey eyes blinking slowly as they fought off the urge to close again.

"Need me to move?" He whispered back.

"Nn-nn. Come with me though? I don't trust the bats to be gone".

Snuffing the urge to laugh by pressing his lips together, Briar nodded, desperately trying to not be reminded of the night before, of the horrific screech his small lover had released when a bat flew over their head as they took a piss against a tree, too far from the fire-light's protection.

They had come stumbling back through the trees with his trousers around their ankles, slamming into Quinn who had ran to meet them and mumbling fearfully about the 'Dracula bastards'. Devon and Briar had stayed put and were left gasping for air, nearly rolling into the firepit as they laughed uncontrollably, earning them the silent treatment from the insulted fox who spent the remainder of the night perched on Quinn's lap, receiving plenty of cuddles and attention.

That was okay though, because Briar spent that time sat on the ground between Dev's legs and having his head stroked while his heart pounded away, deeply enjoying the man's attention. 

"It's probably too light outside for bats to be out. But sure thing, Van Helsing, I'll protect you".

Rushing out of the sleeping bag as frantic slaps were delivered to his bicep from a red-faced Jesse, the two pushed open the tent flaps and breathed deeply.