Page 73 of Something Like Winter
Already Tim had caught Travis checking him out, occasionally shifting in his seat and pulling at his jeans. After not having sex for the better part of a month, they were both ready to go, but Tim would draw it out a little longer, make sure the mood was right for Travis to see it as more than just release.
In the afternoon, Tim traded places with Travis and let himself doze until evening. For the rest of the trip they swapped driving duties every time they stopped. As the roads climbed into the mountains, the ground covered in honest-to-goodness snow, their progress slowed even further. The trip seemed like it would never end. It was nearly four in the morning before it did.
When they turned down the drive to the cabin, their long hours in the car were instantly justified. The two-story cabin was surrounded by a rustic stone wall, snow heavy on the roof and the branches of pines that towered over it. The front porch light was the lone beacon of civilization for miles around.
“You weren’t kidding when you said it was secluded,” Travis said, yawning himself awake.
“The very edge of Colorado Springs is another five miles away, and Eric says that’s just a gas station and convenience store.” He reached over to touch the back of Travis’s neck, causing him to flinch, so Tim stated the obvious. “It’s just me and you out here.”
Travis took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”
“Let’s check it out.”
Tim found the key in a hollowed-out rock to one side of the cabin, just as the owner had promised. He fetched it while Travis started unloading the car, and was glad he went after the key alone because two tarp-covered forms were also there. Travis still didn’t know about the snowmobiles. That would be tomorrow’s surprise. For tonight, the cabin was the main attraction.
They toured it together. While appearing simple and homey from the outside, the cabin was state of the art on the inside. Three bedrooms each sported a fireplace. The kitchen was fully equipped, a sauna was tucked away downstairs, a Jacuzzi awaited them in the bathroom and—as if that weren’t enough—a hot tub was built into the back patio. Each of these amenities was bursting with potential romance.
But for now, they dragged their weary bodies to the bedroom, undressed in front of each other while laughing nervously like inexperienced honeymooners, and got under the sheets. Their skin touched, the warmth reassuring. Tim kissed Travis, not tasting alcohol for once, and despite being horny as hell, he was also tired. He rolled over on his side, wrapping Travis’s arm around him. Their bodies pressed together, he could feel that Travis was hard. Maybe sleep could be delayed just alittlelonger. But even though he thought about it, Tim didn’t find the power to move. Travis didn’t budge either, and soon their breathing slowed, each breath growing longer as they drifted toward sleep.
* * * * *
Like a swarm of angry bees shot out of a cannon, a buzz blasted past Tim’s left ear before Travis cut in front of him, kicking up a wave of snow for Tim to crash through. He slid to a stop and wiped the snow from his goggles before giving chase. After ramping off a snowdrift, launching five feet into the air, and hitting the ground again with a thud, he lunged forward with another twist of the handlebar.
Snowmobiles were freaking insane. The two they had been enjoying all day were fiberglass shells attached to skis, an engine powering the central tread at the rear. This meant they were relatively light and could practically take flight. Or cruise up the steep mountainsides like spiders scaling a wall. There didn’t seem to be any limit to places snowmobiles could reach. Or the amount of trouble they could get into with them. Tim and Travis had spent much of the day howling with laughter, usually after falling off their snowmobiles, or more accurately, losing their grip on the handlebars and watching it rocket ahead without them.
Tim’s body ached all over and his face felt frozen, so he signaled that they should head back to the cabin. Like a good Boy Scout, Tim was well prepared for their return. Before leaving that morning, he made sure the hot tub was heating up. Sure enough, when they reached the cabin and stripped out of their snow gear, they found a steaming cauldron of pleasure awaiting them on the back patio.
“That’s going to feel so good!” Travis crooned. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Tim had pulled his jeans and underwear down at the same time. His shirt was already off, his socks the last to go. “I didn’t pack a swimsuit,” he said as he climbed into the tub with a moan of pleasure. “Besides, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen already.”
Travis turned around to pull down his boxers, but he had to face Tim to get in the hot tub. When he did, Tim noticed with some satisfaction that Travis was already halfway hard. Tim would be on his best behavior, though. He envisioned a very specific way he wanted the night to play out. They still hadn’t had sex since arriving here, and it was important that a few things happen first.
Travis gasped and hissed as he inched into the hot water. Eventually he adjusted, sighing and relaxing. For a while they were content to lean back, listening to the bubbles or staring off into the winter wonderland around them.
“This is amazing,” Travis said. “Thanks for doing this.”
“Thanks for coming up here with me.” Tim moved closer to him. “Merry Christmas.”
“Man, I almost forgot! It doesn’t feel like the holidays without family around.”
Tim snorted. “Thanks a lot!”
“It’s not a bad thing. Just different.”
That was the point Tim was trying to make by them being here. He moved in for a kiss, Travis pulling back a little before giving him an innocent peck. Then he really moved away. “It’s been a perfect day. All that’s missing is a beer.”
Or his courage, Tim thought, but he was determined to show Travis he didn’t need alcohol as an excuse. “Remember how nice it was last time?”
Travis was quiet a moment. “Yeah.”
This time when Tim went to kiss him, Travis didn’t pull away. In fact, he kissed Tim back and pushed against him, his hands delving beneath the water to grab his cock. Tim moaned. Or was it a groan, because he couldn’t let it happen like this.
“Not so fast, man.” Tim slid along the hot tub’s bench to get away.
“Sorry,” Travis said. “I’m just so hot right now.”
Travis pushed out of the water, arms rippling with muscle, to sit on the tub’s edge. His legs were spread, steam coiling off his body. Forget the plan! Tim couldn’t hold back anymore. He moved through the water to reach him, Travis’s dick at eye level before Tim took him in his mouth. When Travis shirked his inhibitions, he dropped them completely. He grabbed Tim’s head, thrusting against it and growling out one syllable words of pleasure.Yeah. Fuck. God. Ungh.
