(Going to be extremely busy this month so updates will be shorter and slower, but here's some Marsh being Marsh.)

A long piece of hay poked the side of his cheek, but Walker refused to pay it any mind. He was enjoying zoning out, even with the added weight from Marsh on his chest.

"Walker, will you marry me yet?"

He tilted his head on the mound of hay he was lying against and wrapped his arms around Marsh, squeezing him tightly with a chuckle. It was already dark, since both of them had dozed for a while and just enjoyed the simple quiet. Nothing quite beat relaxing on a cool day with the sound of horses neighing in the background, chickens clucking as they foraged, and— his thoughts were abruptly halted as a warm, wet tongue made its way from the bottom of his jaw to the tip of his nose. He didn't mind, but at the same time...

I feel like I'm being too lax on him.

It definitely wasn't normal to just lick someone.

Sitting up, he let Marsh slowly slide into his lap before looking slightly down at him.

"You shouldn't just lick people like that," he said, his voice trying to be stern, but having trouble due to the look on Marsh's face. He couldn't quite read it, but there was happiness, a bit of nervousness, and maybe a tiny shine of hope?

The nervousness seemed to win out in the end when he replied, looking down at his hands he had settled against Walker's abdomen.

"I don't want to just lick people like that. I only want to lick Walker like that."

He paused for a moment, then licked his lips and looked up.

"I want to lick Walker in a lot of ways, and in a lot of places," Marsh said as he slowly reached up and nudged him back down into the hay.

There were a hundred reasons Walker could come up with to tell Marsh no, but he couldn't find one to make him want to let that single word pass his lips. He didn't have to think for very long, either, because he soon had Marsh's mouth sealed over his own, the young man's tongue was hesitant, at first, but his enthusiasm wasn't too far behind when he realized that he wasn't going to be pushed away.

He let Marsh investigate every inch of his mouth that he wished, the attention making him begin panting quietly. When the man started exploring the outer parts of his body, he was taken a bit by surprise. The part that Marsh seemed to enjoy the most, and pay more attention to, was the palm of his hand.

"Does it taste good?" Walker asked jokingly.

Marsh had been very carefully licking every inch of his right hand and fingers, but he always returned to the palm after each full lap, making Walker tilt his head on the straw, curious.

"You like hands?" he finally asked after Marsh's five go-round.

The guy was snuggled against him, but also partially on top, lying on his side. He was cradling Walker's hand against his chest as he carefully licked its entirety. When he heard the question, he looked up, his tongue pausing halfway past his lips for a few moments before he tucked it back in and lifted Walker's hand to nuzzle.

"This hand has held and owned so many things... but I want to hold and own this hand."

That... was way too deep for my mind.

Marsh looked up at him with a smirk that told Walker that he'd read his thought.

"I can go deeper in other places..."

Walker sat up abruptly, nudging Marsh back into his lap with his back to his chest, while at the same time reaching up with his right hand and down with his left. He knew that he would stop himself if thought about what he was doing, so he shoved his hesitation to the back of his mind and slid his hand down over the crotch of Marsh's pajama pants.

His other hand grasped the man's chin and tilted his head back and up, allowing him to take control of their second deep kiss. It didn't last nearly as long as he'd intended, because his nerves did decide to make an appearance, making him break contact right as Marsh was reaching up, no doubt to dig his claws into his hair.

"S-sorry," Walker mumbled awkwardly as he hurried to lean back against the hay, close his eyes, and catch his breath.

He felt Marsh move off of him a few moments later, then shuffle around the hayloft, but when he opened his eyes, it was because of the thud sound he heard from down below.

Not seeing him anywhere, Walker crawled to the hole in the floor, just barely catching Marsh's pudgy bear as it began running around after the chickens.

Got you a bit too excited again, I see.

He couldn't blame the guy this time. The chickens had been scattered near the entrance to the barn. It was no wonder his bear hadn't grabbed one y— never mind. Marsh's fluffy self hobbled back into view after Walker heard a loud, startled cluck! from just beyond his line of sight.

"Ah, I see you've brought me Mr. Cock-a-doodle," he said as he saw Marsh's bear appear down below, a panicking rooster in its mouth.

With a smile that refused to leave his face, because he really should be stern with Marsh about grabbing the poor chickens, he just shook his head and shrugged off the slight upset. He did, however, make him release the shrieking bird as soon as his feet were back on solid ground.

"You were a good bear again. How about we go inside and have some berries with a bit of honey drizzled on them?"

They hadn't really had dinner, but when Marsh's bear stumbled over its own feet to turn around, then high-tail it back toward the house, Walker knew that he'd said the right thing.

He had known better than to just buy honey at the store, too, because, while the guy's sniffer wasn't what it used to be, it definitely had no problem finding his favorite treat. Thus, he'd ordered it to be delivered, then left it sealed in the box in the basement. Thankfully, that worked, but he doubted that the bottle would last once it was revealed.

I don't think I can handle him on another one of his honey binges. It made him hyper when he was hibernating... and he's not drowsy from that anymore.

The thought made him second guess his decision, but the bear standing up on its hind legs on his porch, doing a little jig as he shifted his weight from paw to paw to stay balanced, made him shrug it off.

A little extra energy never hurt...

He made it to the porch and let Marsh in, then closed his eyes for a moment.

Odd, Ranger isn't here?

The guy's car was still in the driveway, so there was really only one other reason why he wouldn't be nearby. He was about to think something snarky about his brother's cockiness being tamed by Heian, but his hand was taken at that moment, breaking his thought as he was quickly tugged inside by an impatient Marsh.

Right right, I promised honey.

"Sorry, spaced out. Let's go get our treat," he said as he nudged the door shut and locked it, figuring that his brother wouldn't be returning anytime soon.