OOM: Small town in the Sto Plains, inn, the next morning

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is sitting in the main room of the inn, sipping his first cup of coffee of the day. Things seem to be going well; the maids and grooms pass him and simper, or grin, and the cook has been by and asked him about breakfast.

It will be served when 'his young friend' comes down. Urquhart is ready to say something funny and outrageous when Moist appears, for the edification and amusement of all present.-

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart and Franz are by the fireplace, wearing a brightly embroidered dressing gown and a little tartan coat, respectively. The dog was asleep while Urquhart was plying some grooms and maids with wine and whiskey and telling them hilarious fishing stories in his fruity Scottish upper-class voice.

They are both very happy to see Moist. The dog jumps up to greet him, and Urquhart beams.

[morethanprops]

Moist kisses Urquhart quite passionately,

"Oh, my dear, its coming together wonderfully. Come upstairs and I'll tell you."

[scots_wolf]

"Oh yes, going upstairs sounds absolutely delightful," Urquhart says. "Anneke, Robin, would you look after Franz while we -- confer?"

The maid and stableboy he'd addressed agree with a giggle.

[morethanprops]

"Charming, we'll come down to eat soon. I think I might be a little tipsy, darling."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart puts his arm around him. "Lean on me, my dear, I am mostly sober and quite strong, as you probably know," he says.

[morethanprops]

Moist almost drapes himself across Urquhart and smiles up at him, "Oh yes."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart takes an open bottle by the neck and positively carries Moist up the stairs to their room.

[morethanprops]

Once the door is closed, Moist laughs and sprawls on the bed,

"Oh this is going well."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sits on the bed and bends to kiss him, deeply.

"And it's fun!" he says. "I see what you are doing here."

[morethanprops]

"Yes, there's going to be contracts and joint accounts and we'll make promises and take some things with us before leaving. Then if no money ever comes, clearly we just forgot and sadly our solicitor seems not to exist, what a shame."

[scots_wolf]

"While the marquis has pledged his money to the artists, and we walk away with a modest skimming," Urquhart says. "Obvious. This kind of eccentric, I could almost get used to."

Almost.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, tomorrow I'll be terribly scatterbrained as I handle paperwork and make some trades. I'll buy a painting or two as those can be resold and we'll stay until the end of the week. They'll relax once the organizing been done and then we'll be truly on holiday and then leave when we want to,"

Moist laughs and stradles Urquhart as he starts to undress him.

[scots_wolf]

"And we'll snog and laugh and fish and cook and drink and screw," Urquhart laughs, "but the last part probably not in public."

[morethanprops]

"No, but we might come rather close to it since we're terribly eccentric."

[scots_wolf]

"We can't forbid anybody to hide in our closet if they're curious," Urquhart laughs, pulling Moist down on him.

The idea is something of a turn-on, and Moist can probably feel that.

[morethanprops]

He can and it turns him on to as he laughs and starts kissing Urquhart. This style of clothing doesn't suit him but it does provide wonderful access.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart tugs at Moist's clothes, glad to just let go for a bit and not act at all.

[morethanprops]

Moist lets him and they truly enjoy themselves in a way that everyone in the inn is aware of.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart finds it very gratifying to just let himself go and be loud and not think of hiding or being discreet.

"No discretion!" he growls, when he's close to the pinnacle of pleasure.

[morethanprops]

Moist's answer is lost in Uberwaldian and moans.