Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

Will was going stir crazy. Yesterday had been much like the day before. Turner had taken him over the table at breakfast and then disappeared for the day only to come home that night and take him again on the rug beside the fireplace.

Turner wouldn’t allow Will to touch him. Will wasn’t allowed to stroke his skin, taste his arousal or kiss his body. Turner insisted on doing all the touching and he always took Will from behind, never from atop him so that Will could see his face or look into his eyes. And other than the kiss they’d shared outside when Turner had first come to him there hadn’t been another.

Will wondered why that was. He figured there was probably a reason. Something locked away deep in Turner’s mind that he didn’t speak out loud. Will figured he’d have an easier time breaking into a bank vault than he would figuring out anything about what went on in Turner’s head.

Hell, Will wasn’t even sure what was going on inside his own head. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Turner. Sure the man gave his body the best pleasure it had ever experienced but still something was lacking in their ruts together and that thing was intimacy. Will was a man who needed intimacy and it was clear that Turner wasn’t. Turner was a jackass. A grumpy, brooding, son of a bitch who only truly cared about himself. Will wanted to get to know him, wanted intimacy, wanted a relationship, wanted anything but that wasn’t going to happen. It didn’t take a genius to see that!

But one thing was for sure. Will had to find something to do with himself! He’d been cooped up in this cabin for far too long. His strength was back, he was feeling like his old self again and he needed to find some way to pass the time.

Will glanced around the cabin. It was Christmas Eve today but a person wouldn’t know it by looking around this place. Everything was dark and drab. Turner didn’t have a single spot of brightness in the whole place! Will decided he needed to fix that.

He knew that Turner had been very adamant about not having Christmas decorations but Will wasn’t going to let him be a scrooge. He wanted Christmas and if he was going to be forced to stay in this cabin with that grump then, by God, they were going to have decorations. It wouldn’t kill the other man.

Will went to the hope chest that Turner had gotten his coat and gloves out of and threw it open. He’d seen some other things in here when he’d watched Turner getting those out that might just brighten this place up a bit.

Digging through the chest Will found the quilt he’d spotted the other day. It was old and a bit tattered but the bright blue, yellow and white fabric was a nice contrast to the darkness in this cabin. Will stood up and carried it to the sofa before draping it over the back.

Next he found a rather dainty and pretty kerosene light. The glass tank at the bottom as well as the globe up top was blue and clear glass somehow all swirled together.

Will happily took it and placed it on the table. He grabbed a match and lit the wick, and soon the cabin was filled with light that had a blue glow. He’d never seen anything quite so unique and beautiful.

A string of red glass beads and a few figurines were in the chest as well. Santa Clause was one of the figurines and there was a nativity scene as well. Will set the nativity scene up beside the lamp and put the Santa Clause on the mantle. He wondered for a moment, why a man who clearly hated Christmas would have Christmas decorations but he knew he’d probably not get the answer. Not from the steel vault of emotions and truths that was Turner.

Glancing down into the chest Will realized that was all he could use. There were a few other things in there. A tattered copy of a book of poems by Edgar Allen Poe, a pair of reading glasses and a pocket watch still remained as well as several shirts and pairs of pants. None of which were going to be any helping at decorating this place.

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