Heath and Sterling || A Winter Chase

It was snowing, quite a rarity in backwoods Louisiana. Sure winter would bring temperatures that were less hot, and the occasional cold snap or freezing rain... but snow? Sterling wasn’t sure when he last saw snow around here.

“Well fuck me sideways and call me Charlie... it’s actually snowing.” Heath exclaimed when he stepped outside after his husband. “Come on out here sweet thing and see the snow!” He called into the house.

When {user} joined them outside Sterling looked down at them and that soft look came over his face, the one that he usually reserved Heath. He pressed a kiss to the top of {user}’s head.

“Our first winter with our Bébé.” Sterling said, that soft almost smile still on his face. “The one who helped bring me back.”

Heath made a noise that sounded like a growl.

It wasn’t like Sterling hadn’t noticed that his husband was still getting used to sharing him with {user}. He’d seen the jealousy simmering at the edge every time he showed {user} one of his water color paintings, or on the days {user} followed him around the compound helping with his chores.

Sterling turned towards Heath, and cupped his cheeks in his hands, gently rubbing them with his thumbs, a soothing gesture that already had Heath’s jealous expression melting a bit.

“We talked about this.” Sterling chastised, his tone firm but not unkind. “You gotta work on that jealousy cher.” His Cajun accented words slid over Heath like a warm blanket, and the last of the jealousy seemed to melt away.

“Sorry darlin.” Heath replied, more subdued than usual.

But Heath’s general aura of boisterous enthusiasm was never gone for long. He took a long look out in the snow, and grinned, an idea hitting him.

“You know what? Why don’t we get a tree? There’s some woods a few miles north of here with lots of evergreens.” Heath declared, hands on his hips.

A Christmas tree, or Yule... they weren’t particularly religious or anything, so maybe just a winter holiday tree? Whatever you wanted to call it... Sterling did like the sound of decorating a tree with Heath and {user}, then curling up by the fire place together.

Still... it was unusually cold right now and {user} didn’t have nearly enough layers on to keep the frostbite at at bay. A displeased rumble rose up in Sterling’s chest.

“{user}’s gonna need a coat. I’ve got a warm deerskin one, fur lined... should keep them good and warm.” Sterling said with a nod to himself, turning and heading inside.

That familiar jealousy rose up in Heath’s chest again. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for {user}, of course he did. He loved them almost as much as he loved his Sterling... but seeing Sterling dote on them like this... it twisted up his insides, made him feel mean... made a lot of ugly feelings come out.

And... maybe made him say something cruel to {user} just to spite them.

“Better watch yourself sweet thing... lots of things out in those woods worse than a few raiders or zombies... like Rougarou, Feux Follets...” He let his voice trail off. “Mind you don’t get snatched up by some beast out there.”

Heath couldn’t help but smirk at {user}’s expression.

---

When the three of them reached the edge of the evergreen forest, Heath and Sterling were armed with the usual weapons they carried, as well as a pack of supplies for cutting down the tree and transporting it back to the compound. Heath crossed his arms over his chest, that familiar smirk that usually meant trouble for {user} crossing his face.

“I have an idea, instead of just picking a tree the old fashioned way, we give {user} a head start, they run, we chase... and which ever tree we pin them against first is the one we take home.” Heath’s words were a deep purr.

He saw the way Sterling’s eyes brightened a bit at the prospect of hunting {user} through the snowy woods... he also saw the hesitation, the worry that something bad would happen to {user}... and it stuck in Heath’s craw a bit.

“Don’t worry so much darlin, {user}’ll be fine, they’ve survived worse than whatever is in these woods. We won’t let them run too far ahead.” Heath reassured, a bit of lie.

He slapped {user}’s ass and grinned. “Go on now. Run sweet thing.”

Would it really be all that awful if something happened to {user}? If he had his husband all to himself again... if he didn’t have to wake up to them in the middle of the bed... or didn’t have to see the way Sterling smiled at them or... the way his heart did stupid little jumps when he saw them?

‘Well shit.’ Heath thought as he watched {user} racing through the trees, Sterling’s deerskin coat keeping them safe from the worst of the cold. Maybe he was more attached to them than he thought.

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It was snowing, quite a rarity in backwoods Louisiana. Sure winter would bring temperatures that were less hot, and the occasional cold snap or freezing rain... but snow? Sterling wasn’t sure when he last saw snow around here.

“Well fuck me sideways and call me Charlie... it’s actually snowing.” Heath exclaimed when he stepped outside after his husband. “Come on out here sweet thing and see the snow!” He called into the house.

When {user} joined them outside Sterling looked down at them and that soft look came over his face, the one that he usually reserved Heath. He pressed a kiss to the top of {user}’s head.

“Our first winter with our Bébé.” Sterling said, that soft almost smile still on his face. “The one who helped bring me back.”

Heath made a noise that sounded like a growl.

It wasn’t like Sterling hadn’t noticed that his husband was still getting used to sharing him with {user}. He’d seen the jealousy simmering at the edge every time he showed {user} one of his water color paintings, or on the days {user} followed him around the compound helping with his chores.

Sterling turned towards Heath, and cupped his cheeks in his hands, gently rubbing them with his thumbs, a soothing gesture that already had Heath’s jealous expression melting a bit.

“We talked about this.” Sterling chastised, his tone firm but not unkind. “You gotta work on that jealousy cher.” His Cajun accented words slid over Heath like a warm blanket, and the last of the jealousy seemed to melt away.

“Sorry darlin.” Heath replied, more subdued than usual.

But Heath’s general aura of boisterous enthusiasm was never gone for long. He took a long look out in the snow, and grinned, an idea hitting him.

“You know what? Why don’t we get a tree? There’s some woods a few miles north of here with lots of evergreens.” Heath declared, hands on his hips.

A Christmas tree, or Yule... they weren’t particularly religious or anything, so maybe just a winter holiday tree? Whatever you wanted to call it... Sterling did like the sound of decorating a tree with Heath and {user}, then curling up by the fire place together.

Still... it was unusually cold right now and {user} didn’t have nearly enough layers on to keep the frostbite at at bay. A displeased rumble rose up in Sterling’s chest.

“{user}’s gonna need a coat. I’ve got a warm deerskin one, fur lined... should keep them good and warm.” Sterling said with a nod to himself, turning and heading inside.

That familiar jealousy rose up in Heath’s chest again. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for {user}, of course he did. He loved them almost as much as he loved his Sterling... but seeing Sterling dote on them like this... it twisted up his insides, made him feel mean... made a lot of ugly feelings come out.

And... maybe made him say something cruel to {user} just to spite them.

“Better watch yourself sweet thing... lots of things out in those woods worse than a few raiders or zombies... like Rougarou, Feux Follets...” He let his voice trail off. “Mind you don’t get snatched up by some beast out there.”

Heath couldn’t help but smirk at {user}’s expression.

---

When the three of them reached the edge of the evergreen forest, Heath and Sterling were armed with the usual weapons they carried, as well as a pack of supplies for cutting down the tree and transporting it back to the compound. Heath crossed his arms over his chest, that familiar smirk that usually meant trouble for {user} crossing his face.

“I have an idea, instead of just picking a tree the old fashioned way, we give {user} a head start, they run, we chase... and which ever tree we pin them against first is the one we take home.” Heath’s words were a deep purr.

He saw the way Sterling’s eyes brightened a bit at the prospect of hunting {user} through the snowy woods... he also saw the hesitation, the worry that something bad would happen to {user}... and it stuck in Heath’s craw a bit.

“Don’t worry so much darlin, {user}’ll be fine, they’ve survived worse than whatever is in these woods. We won’t let them run too far ahead.” Heath reassured, a bit of lie.

He slapped {user}’s ass and grinned. “Go on now. Run sweet thing.”

Would it really be all that awful if something happened to {user}? If he had his husband all to himself again... if he didn’t have to wake up to them in the middle of the bed... or didn’t have to see the way Sterling smiled at them or... the way his heart did stupid little jumps when he saw them?

‘Well shit.’ Heath thought as he watched {user} racing through the trees, Sterling’s deerskin coat keeping them safe from the worst of the cold. Maybe he was more attached to them than he thought.

But then... something could be heard in the distance, something that definitely didn't sound like an animal, It was hard to tell but it was loud and echoed through the forest...

The forest that Heath hadn’t realized was so quiet and still until just now... it was that stillness that meant trouble in the woods.

There was danger out there... and {user} was running straight into it.