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The Walnut Cabin, they call it. Wooden boards are lined horizontally along the walls of the building, the entrance provided with a canopy supported by towers of stones. Dark wooden furniture with teal pillows and accents sit inside. There's the smallest of waterfalls coming down from the one and only balcony on the second floor. The water comes down in a jacuzzi fit for six. The backdoor is also visible from this side of the building. A path of round wooden circles leads you to an elevated patch of ground where a large brass fire pit awaits to keep you warm in the coldest of nights. Surrounding it are several chairs and one two-person sofa made out of wood. Not the most comfortable, but aesthetically pleasing. The rustic feeling that starts at the sight of the cabin and ends in the bedrooms where the floor creaks with every step you take, can be either soothing or leave you longing for the more advanced life in the city. There are no traffic plumes wafting up your nose when you open a window. No people shouting or car horns blowing. Instead there is the chattering of birds in the maple trees just outside, the clattering of the waterfall and the careful, gentle strokes on piano keys.
Downstairs is the den where soft looking couches and the fluffiest of rugs sit in front of the fireplace. The open floor plan allows for the music to flow through the air freely, the black piano perhaps the most valuable item on this plot of private land. Its size is impressive as is the man playing it. The sight appears peculiar at first, but once you close your eyes and allow yourself to listen instead of watch, nothing else but that soft, slow melody matters.
Jason feels the start of a smile forming on his face, the first he allows himself since they drove up this fire hazard in the middle of nowhere in their daddy dearest black Sedan. Not one who readily admits that he's wrong about this place not being anything special, he keeps quiet as he watches Damian's hands move over the keys all practised and elegant like he can play the instrument in his sleep. He also stays silent about how easy he is on the eyes right now. Although focussed there is no frown on his forehead or between his eyebrows. His face is open and passive, and even without a smile he looks peaceful. Jason can tell he is enjoying himself.
Hands fall on his hips, a cheek pressing to his shoulder as he feels someone press into his backside. "Told you so," Dick whispers to him cheekily, both of them watching Damian's private performance. Jason decides not to indulge him but huffs a breathy laugh at the feather light kisses to his neck. Once Dick reaches his jaw, his head turns as it has done a million times, to receive and reciprocate. Dick hums into the kiss, smiling at the familiarity of it, of them. "Tim's upstairs picking our bedroom for tonight. We'll be rotating as we discussed." Jason nods, recalling the description of the two medium bedrooms and their queen sized beds. There is hardly a bed that can hold the lot of them, nothing new, and there are seven days to this wilderness vacation trip. Enough hours to spend quality time among them.
The music falls silent. Damian gives the interior a cursory look as he stands from the bench. His hand rests on top of the instrument and glides along its smooth surface as he steps closer to the other men. "That was almost romantic, Dami," Dick is first to tease him, causing the soft smile on Jason's face to quickly turn predatory. "Makin' us swoon already, lover boy? Must be impatient to try out the beds," Jason adds with a single wiggle of his eyebrows. Damian's eyes narrow at the duo, lips smirking. "I don't have a need for a piano or a bed to woo you. There's a perfectly fine rug available to us, right here," he tells them with the show of arrogance that stirs their loins. He is rewarded with an eager look and a bright laugh, Dick leaving Jason in favour for Damian who accepts his embrace with open arms. Jason runs his tongue over the inside of his teeth, watching but not hearing any of the words Dick is whispering in Damian's ear. He watches Damian colour, a sudden heat taking his face hostage.
Light footsteps approach. Jason readjusts himself in his denim jeans turning to Tim who still looks stressed out even though he insisted on getting their luggage upstairs and unpack first to allow himself peace of mind afterwards. He blows stray strands of hair from his vision, eyeing the front of Jason's pants before craning his neck to observe Dick and Damian murmuring to themselves, feet taking small steps closer to the fireplace. Dick is grinning mischievously, Damian looking like he wants to resist but not really. "We've only been here for twenty minutes," Tim berates them, catching on to the arousal hanging in the air. To make his point he opens a window to let in the fresh air. Jason gives a heavy shrug and slips off his jacket, flinging the piece of attire over his shoulder. He doesn't care where it lands, but he hears it does somewhere close and by the scrunched up look on Tim's face as he approaches him, it's not the most ideal of places. "It'll do," Jason tells himself, tells Tim, capturing his chin and hip at the same time with opposite hands. With the faintest of pressure he demands Tim's full attention, receives it but not without a tired sigh. His fingers loosen and stroke along his jawline to his cheek and into his hair. Tim rests his weary head against Jason's chest, face turned so he can listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart. Steady, even, soothing, like he never thought Jason could be, but here he is, here they are. He smiles and watches dusk settling in outside the window. "I saw a fireplace outside. Let's use it tonight," he suggests as he embraces Jason's torso. He feels Jason's hum of confirmation and closes his eyes. Digits tickle at his scalp, causing shivers to run down his arms and up his spine. He knows he won't need the fire to keep warm.
"I was thinkin' of slippin' into the jacuzzi first," Jason replies lowering his mouth to Tim's head. "Naked," he whispers loudly. There's a snort from behind him. "Can we make an agreement to keep things decent in the water? There are some of us who wish to not sit in semen," Damian complains from somewhere deeper into the den. Rolling his head, Jason emits a groan. "Then what's the point?" he asks noticing Dick and Damian are already half undressed, chests bare and pants unbuttoned, shoes removed along the way over to the rug where Dick has Damian pinned. His wrists are captured, Dick telling him not to move as his hips grind ever so slowly down on Damian's front. Meanwhile Jason continues caressing Tim's head, watching the opening of Damian's mouth to a soundless moan and Dick's lips descending on him hungrily.
Tim shifts against him, sighing once more. "I'm not getting a good night's sleep, I reckon." Pulling away from Jason, but taking his hand and pulling him along, they ignore the duo making out by the fireplace, for now. Outside the temperature has fallen. The water in the jacuzzi is cold and takes a while to warm up. They pass the time by undressing each other leisurely, hands stroking along alluring curves and squeezing down on firm muscles underneath. Tim peels off his last sock, twirling it around and watching it fly off with a chuckle. He hasn't felt this careless in a while and almost forgot how good it felt to be just in the moment, with the people he cares for most. "What 'xcuse ya give them at the office?" Jason asks already getting into the bubbling water and sitting down with his arms spread along the back. Tim raises an eyebrow, dipping his hand in to check the temperature. It's good, inviting, as is Jason's bare chest glistening with water. "I do have the right to take a few days off per year," he reminds him as he steps into the water, lowering himself inch by inch with a slow exhale. Once he is down to his shoulders, Tim closes his eyes. "We've seen lil of ya lately, just wonderin'," Jason replies bringing his legs up so his feet are pressing to the side of the jacuzzi. "I know, which is why I was the one who suggested this trip, wasn't I?" Tim opens his eyes only to find himself surrounded by thick calves that lead to even meatier thighs. The rest is underwater, but he knows full well what girth lays resting between these legs. "You said you weren't mad about it," Tim complains a little, hands caressing the wet hair on Jason's legs. "Am not, just remindin' ya of what ya been missin' out on," his hot tub companion states cheekily causing Tim to chuckle. "You want a pity handjob from me, is that it?" He moves closer, sliding his hands along the inside of Jason's legs and pushing them further apart.
He notices how Jason's chest grows bigger with his next deep inhale, tongue wetting his lips at the challenging look in Tim's eyes. The muscles underneath his hands tense and Tim laughs at the sudden capturing of his waist as Jason wraps his legs around him and pulls him closer, right where Tim knows he wants him the most. The familiar press of hot, stiff flesh sits against his own, eager and unashamed. Tim's hands have found Jason's chest and the light dusting of hair he refuses to shave off like he, Damian and Dick do. It's not long enough to twirl his fingers in, but it's there to play with nevertheless. "You believe I've not been missing you like you've been missing me," Tim murmurs letting the tips of his digits trace the multiple little scars they find on their way south. "Don't try to deny it," he shoots Jason a narrowed look as he opens his mouth to retaliate. Raising his hands in surrender and placing them behind his head, Jason stays silent. His grin is loud enough by itself, Tim thinks with a shake of his head. His eyes gaze down when his fingers come in contact with coarse little hairs and Jason's breathing hitches eagerly. His hand goes for his own arousal, giving it a quick squeeze and tug. It does little to please him, instead unleashing a bolder side of him that Jason sees coming by the darkening look in his eyes. Tim smiles slowly, coyly even and lowers his voice. The cock in his hand next is so much bigger. He bites his lip at the heavy feel of it. "You think, I wouldn't miss this? The perfect curve of your cock in my hand? How it forces me to spread my fingers to wrap them fully around your thick girth?" There's a wild pulse against the palm of his hand, Jason's eyelids drooping. "Did ya now?" he mutters pretending, poorly, to be unconvinced. His grinning lips fall open into a barely constrained moan as Tim starts stroking him. He knows when to squeeze a bit tighter and how to do a little twist at the sensitive head like Jason taught him years ago. "Perhaps ya really did," Jason agrees finally, causing Tim to grin instead.
Tim finds himself pulled into Jason's lap and bites down on his lip harder as large hands grip at his butt cheeks. They pull to spread them a little, fingers sliding over the curve of his ass and in between. "What about the agreement?" Tim asks folding his hands at the back of Jason's neck. The man looks up at him smirking. "I agreed to no such thing," he replies, groaning at the slick feeling of Tim's cock rubbing against his own. His fingers are eager, rubbing at Tim's asshole as if persuading him. "I want to, can I?" Jason's eyes hold his own captive. Their dark teal colour makes Tim's cock twitch with another spike of arousal. He nods, mouth agape and panting already in anticipation. Jason takes care of him, is so thorough that Tim can barely see straight by the time three of his large fingers are thrusting into him. He's hot all over, the water's temperature cool against his flushed skin. "Yes... yes, yes, yes!" He urges him on, growing louder by the second. A large hand silences him, but only for a moment. Tim licks at the sweat gathered on Jason's skin, all the way to his longest finger. He sucks it into his mouth as Jason makes tight jabs at his prostate. His hips push into the motion, back arching and his toes curling. Jason strains his eyes to remain open to watch Tim's body quiver through his orgasm. "That's it, gorgeous, now lemme hear ya," he whispers as Tim releases an explosive moan, like he was holding his breathe, when Jason pulls his saliva slicked finger from the tight grip of his lips. Tim rolls his hips one more time, muscles relaxing and eyes opening to see Jason's smug grin. He kisses him, firm and hard, but mellows out when Jason licks at his lips and drags his tongue out of his mouth and into Jason's. He doesn't wish to fight him for dominance, not tonight. His body and mind are now equally exhausted. Tim slides his lips along the stubble on Jason's jaw, ending in the crook of his neck where he remains to rest. "Bear with me, sweets, this won't take long," he hears Jason groan. Hands cup his ass and lift him. He anticipates Jason's entry, but feels him slide in between his ass cheeks instead. Pulling him down on his cock, Jason grinds into Tim's warm, soft and willing flesh. Tim nuzzles the skin available to him, panting along with his lover. "Love you," Tim whispers once, again, louder this time, moans it at the stimulation of Jason's tight grind. "Fuck," Jason exhales a groan through gritted teeth, panting against Tim's shoulder while he holds him pressed to his chest. His balls tighten and empty, freeing him of pressure and stress all at once. Relieved, Jason releases Tim from his grip and lets his head roll back. His brain vaguely registers the presence of another person standing by the jacuzzi.
"Was it everything you wanted it to be?" A disappointed voice asks from their left. Damian stands with crossed arms and obvious disgust on his face. Stretching his arms above his head, Jason grins. "Pretty much," he admits while Tim slips from his lap, wetting his hair with a hand to push his bangs out of his flushed face. "We'll clean it," he promises Damian who scoffs. His own pants hang low on his hips and Jason notices the black underwear he was wearing before is missing underneath. "Dickie! Dami needs some more fuckin' if he's still this uptight," Jason calls into the house exchanging middle fingers with the youngest man of their group. "Hey, I was thorough and passionate!" Comes Dick's defence from within the cabin and soon he steps outside with four cans of beer, equally bare chested. "Wasn't I, honey?" He turns to wink at Damian who simply nods while taking a beverage. They all see the blush forming on his face, but don't comment on it. Tim hums in content, slipping lower into the warm water once more. His eyes are tired, his legs are jelly, he could sleep right here, right now and not fear for drowning. They will keep him afloat, he's sure of it. The processes in his mind are slowly turning off one by one when cold fingertips stroke from one shoulder to the other, making him hunch them up into his neck. "Ngh!" he complains opening his eyes at Dick's soft apologetic look. "Come sit by the fire? I lit it for you," he asks of him and there is nothing to be angry about any more when Dick chuckles and raises him from the jacuzzi when Tim motions him to. Jason snorts at the sight, getting out on his own and receiving a towel from a less prissy looking Damian than before. The firepit is indeed aflame, flickering and crackling as they sit down around it. Jason and Damian share the two person bench, Dick keeping Tim in his lap, although now also wrapped in a large towel as he sits them down in one of the chairs.
The world around them is dark, but they can still make out the maple trees and their branches. It is a sheltered place for sure and although they didn't do a sweep of the area upon arriving, Dick feels secure and at ease. By the growing dead weight against his body he can tell Tim agrees. "How did you find this place, Timmy?" Dick asks him trying to keep him awake a bit longer. "Internet," Tim mumbles with eyes closed. There's a press of smiling lips to the side of his head. "Uhu, and what did you think we'd do here for an entire week?" Dick asks next, but his voice has grown softer, more lenient for Tim to slip into a slumber should he truly wish. He is silent for a few seconds, breathing even and deep. "Bird watching?" He offers after a while to which Jason laughs and Damian rolls his eyes. "Doesn't matter, we have plenty of people to do," Jason comments taking a large sip from his can. Damian frowns at him. "I believe you mean things, not people," he corrects him only to find Jason leaning in against him with a toothy grin. "Nah, I said what I said." Jason runs a hand none-too-gently through the short crop that is Damian's hair. "We did agree on the sleeping arrangements, didn't we?" He reminds Damian who scoffs. "Like we agreed on the jacuzzi? You're disgusting sometimes," the youngest of the foursome complains. Teeth find his earlobe, biting down on it without mercy. There's no blood but it causes Damian to bring up a hand and wrap it around Jason's neck either way. He pushes against the man's adam's apple, but Jason doesn't back off. "Perhaps Imma show ya tonight how disgusting I can be," Jason wonders out loud for all to hear, voice only a little strained by the pressure. Dick watches them while stroking Tim's back, an open can of beer in his other hand hanging off the furniture. "And show how much ya like it that way," Jason adds laughing a strangled sound as Damian's hand closes down on his windpipe. "No killing, was part of the list," Tim mumbles without opening his eyes. "I thought we were referring to not killing villains. This one's in a grey area," Damian replies, shooting Jason a murderous look. Fingers close around his wrist and twist in a painful manner. Damian bares his teeth but relents, allowing Jason to breathe properly. "Play nice. I'm not standing watch by your door tonight to make sure you won't injure each other," Dick scolds them.
There's a red print where Damian's fingers used to be. Jason can still feel the grip as he rolls his head from left to right. His hand slides up to slip his fingers in between Damian's. Holdings their intertwined hands up high for Dick to see Jason tilts his head in a 'ya happy now?' kind of way that gains him a slow shaking of their oldest brother's head. Damian lifts their hands even higher, but only to make room for himself. He opens up Jason's side and scoots closer, leaning into his warmth and pressing his shoulder into Jason's armpit until Jason sits up straight for them to get comfortable. Their hands lower to rest in Jason's lap, Damian looking satisfied with their current placement. "Still a lil prince," Jason complains although there is no bite to the insult, eyes watching him fondly. Damian smirks. "You should feel honoured, pleb," he tells him and Dick can see where this is going. Before long their playful banter will become rough again as it usually does when it's just the two of them. Something about dominance and testing limits. Dick turns his attention to Tim and cuddles him closer. So warm and gentle, much more to his liking on a beautiful evening such as this one. "Let's divide tasks and we'll let you be," he suggests without looking up from Tim's slack face. He smiles gently realizing he has truly fallen asleep. "You go into town tomorrow, get some food and Tim and I will see to cleaning the jacuzzi." Damian's nose wrinkles in disgust and Jason is quick to agree. With that settled, Dick stands from his chair slowly, lifting Tim along without moving him about too much. Always the light sleeper, Tim's eyes flutter open to inspect his surroundings. He blinks sleepy eyes at all of them and settles his head back against Dick's shoulder. "Good night, beloved," Damian tells him motioning for Dick to walk by them so he can reach a hand up and take Tim’s, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Tim smiles and closes his eyes on a yawn escaping him suddenly and loudly. "Yes, yes, off to bed," Dick laughs and makes his way inside, leaving half of their group at the firepit.
The door closes with a soft click. Jason watches Dick disappear from sight through the glass window and flinches slightly at the sudden feather light caress to his throat. He can tell Damian's tracing the outlines where the red marks of his hand are fading. "Let's sleep tonight," Damian tells him, resting his hand on Jason's sternum. His remaining lover hums. "So ya were all bark and no bite, huh?" Jason teases burying his nose in Damian's short hair. "'s fine, as long as I can nibble a lil," he adds in a sultry whisper. Damian watches closely as Jason stands from the bench wearing just the big white towel he provided him with. Their hands never release when Jason pulls at the fabric and bares himself, cock filling at the dilating of Damian's pupils who straightens his position on the bench and spreads his knees. Catching on quickly Jason nudges at the towel on the ground with his foot and sinks down on his knees on it. "Just a taste," he promises Damian, face disappearing between his legs mouthing at Damian's growing manhood through his pants.
Damian watches Jason, the fire behind him casting shadows and playing tricks with his mind. For a moment his grip on Jason's hand tightens, knees coming together to prod at his lover's ribs. "Wha-" Damian hushes him with a sharp sound, eyes tracing the outlines of the trees and he curses the light of the fire for putting him at a disadvantage. They didn't sweep the area. Jason is standing now in his full naked glory, eyes roaming their perimeter also. He doesn't seem to mind his nakedness or the vulnerability that comes with it. After several seconds of finding nothing in the woods he sighs and drops his head to give his deflated cock a pitiful look. "Alright, sleep it is," he announces, giving a mighty pull on Damian's arm and raising him from the bench.
The hard wooden floor creaks beneath their weight, the steps even more so. Fortunately they see light still coming from underneath the door to the bedroom Tim designated to Dick and himself so they don't further worry about the noise. The bed is broad but barely long enough for Jason to stretch to his full length. He doesn't mind much, exchanging the towel for some bedsheets and getting comfortable on his back. By the window Damian allows himself another look outside. They smothered the flames of the firepit, casting the cabin and its surroundings in darkness. "Come to bed, sweets," Jason calls out to him, patting the pillow beside him. "I should have brought a hunting knife," Damian says regretfully turning away from the window and closing the curtains. He sees Jason frowning at him. "Ya didn't bring a weapon?" Damian steps out of his pants to join Jason's naked form in bed. "Of course not, we agreed not to," he reminds his lover who purses his lips. "Did we?" No one's buying the innocent look on his face. "We did," Damian stresses to which Jason shrugs. They lay on the bed side by side, but Damian can't find it within himself to close his eyes. He listens to Jason's breathing and stares at the wooden beams supporting the ceiling. After a five minute silence, he turns his head to face Jason. "Where did you stash it?" he asks quietly. "Wouldn't ya like to know so ya can tell on me with Dickie," Jason mumbles cleverly in return. He can feel an argument coming up and hushes Damian before he can start it. "I wasn't the one who insisted on sleeping, but here I am, so be quiet," Jason tells him and manhandles Damian to turn around and be his little spoon. He hears a defiant grunt from the warm body before him but sleep finds them that soon after.
In the morning Jason wakes to an empty bed. Not entirely surprised, he leisurely makes his way to the bathroom, passing by the second bedroom and sneaking a look inside. Empty as well. Last one up it seems. Jason thinks nothing of it as he takes a piss and hangs underneath the tap to wash his face. The downstairs level is vacated as well and Jason's about to get grumpy thinking they up and left him by his lonesome when he catches a glimpse of Dick pacing outside the cabin. "Don't hurt yer handsome head," Jason calls out to Dick standing by the jacuzzi with a puzzled look on his face, a thin paper book in his hand. He's leaving through it, seeking instructions on how to operate the thing, most likely. He looks up and laughs. "Yeah, maybe I should have asked Tim to do this instead," Dick agrees with a sense of self-deprecating humour. Jason grins and clasps his hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "Where's he anyway?" he asks after they part. Dick returns to the instructions, skipping the French and Russian parts before realizing there's no English section. "On a stroll, making a call to a local kayak company for us to hire some this afternoon." Jason rubs at the stubble on his jaw. His eyes fall on the beer cans they left outside last night. "Damian?" he continues to the firepit and starts collecting the trash. "Out for a jog, said that vacation didn't mean we should skirt our training," Dick answers pressing several buttons on the jacuzzi and looking concerned when nothing happens. "For the love of- please work!" He begs of the machine. "A good cop ya might be, but tech savvy yer not," Jason laughs at Dick's pouting face. "I'm off to buy food. Keys?" Dick motions with a hand to the cabin and returns to the jacuzzi manual. He's not about to let this thing best him. "Du blöde Maschine," he curses softly, squinting at the German instructions next.
Jason finds the keys on the kitchen counter next to a half empty pot of coffee. He considers it for a moment and fills a mug, taking it with him to the Sedan parked outside. Sipping the black liquid for breakfast, Jason recalls the fork in the road they drove by yesterday to the south of the cabin that will lead him down into town. It takes about fifteen minutes to get there and it's quiet, small like you would expect. There's not many people about. He spies a church tower and registers the time to be just past nine in the morning. It's a thursday so perhaps the villagers have already left for work elsewhere. Jason can't imagine many of them not having to leave town to make their earnings. He parks the Sedan at what he believes to be the centre of town. He can't be sure, but it's a somewhat large square and the church is right to his left, old villages like this one loved religion back in the day. Today churches make good landmarks, if anything. Jason takes his time going around town by foot to get a general feeling of the place and spots a small general store where he can buy some food. Small assortment, but he's not picky as he roams the vegetables and picks up some greens, pasta and tomatoes. No bread, but he passed by a bakery two streets west so he's still not too concerned about their diet. The beverage aisle does make him stop and stare however. "The hell?" He asks out loud realizing there's no beer, like, at all. He manages to find two bottles of red wine tucked away behind bottled water, but their label is foreign to him, perhaps some local brew. The bottles are dusty, must have been on the shelf for quite some time. Fortunately this is not an alarming factor for alcoholic beverages.
Once he makes it to the register a blonde girl in her begin twenties is awaiting him with bright eyes and a large smile. "Found everything you need, sir?" Jason places his basket on the counter and tries not to feel old when he nods his head at the youthful female. There's hardly ten years between them, but her friendly aura tires him from a distance. She starts scanning the products while he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket. By the time he has a wad of cash out, she's about halfway done and sneaking glances at him. He doesn't blame her, he does have such rugged good looks, after all. Jason in turn glances from his wallet at her name tag. Angela, it reads. "You're not from around here, are you, sir?" She suddenly asks. She smiles at his quirked eyebrow and continues scanning his groceries. "You see, I know everyone that lives here. Small town like this doesn't give new faces often," Angela explains with a sad sigh. "Uhu," he replies uncertain where this is going and willing her mentally to pick up the pace. "Oh, didn't mean to offend you, sir. It's a good thing, strangers like you, tourists," the girl tries to comfort feelings that were never cranked but he doesn't interrupt her. "After what happened last year, my dad feared we would have to close shop soon. Selling products to our village alone just doesn't cut it. We had to cut down on a variety of products. Just the necessities," Angela explains and falls silent finding the wine bottles in Jason's basket. "Huh," she makes a puzzled sound but scans them nevertheless. While he's not one for small talk, Jason gets the inkling this poor girl doesn't get to talk to people much a day and he's in a good mood after getting some last night so he figures it can't hurt to ask. "Business going that bad, huh?" Angela looks up, cradling a tomato in each hand. She tilts her head quizzically at him and Jason finds himself mirroring her. "You don't know?" Jason slowly shakes his head, dread filling his stomach for an early lunch. The girl quickly empties his basket and fumbles with the register, calling out the amount he owes her. "I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't have mentioned it. I don't want to ruin your vacation. This is truly a lovely peaceful, somewhat peaceful, used to be peaceful--" Angela struggles with her words growing nervous the longer Jason keeps staring at her. Placing the money on the counter, he leans forward, face stern but not hostile. "Angela," he calls her by name, making her fall silent. While he thought her youthful upon first meeting her, Jason now quickly senses the fear of a child before him. "Tell me what happened last year."