Page 13 of Snowbirds
Maybe the vodka had helped to lower the walls he’d built around himself, but he’d wanted Ivan for a while now. He just couldn’t hide from that truth anymore.
“I’ve wanted this forever,” Ivan whispered as he returned his attention to Chris’s mouth.
He had? That was a discussion for later.
For now, Chris let himself be swept away by the tsunami of want and need barreling through him. The weight of Ivan kept Chris in place, pinned against the hideous fucking couch. Or maybe it was gravity doing its job, making sure Chris didn’t float off into the ether.
Ivan’s tongue darted against Chris’s lips, asking permission for more. With quiet desperation, Chris opened his mouth and let him in.
He lost track of their surroundings, of time. He couldn’t remember when he’d last just made out with a guy. Had he ever just let himself enjoy his partners? Sadly, Chris suspected the answer might be no. Wham-bam, don’t let the door hit you on the ass, that had always been his preference. No strings meant no getting hurt.
Ivan wouldn’t hurt him, Chris was confident of that. Would he hurt Ivan? Not on purpose. But he worried what they were doing would not have a happy ending, and Chris would end up making his parents sad. Again.
“Quit thinking so fucking hard, it’s distracting me,” Ivan complained, rocking against him.
They were both going to have beard burn in the morning but hey, in for a penny and all that.
“Should we take this into the bedroom?” Chris asked. He ran his hands down and across Ivan’s strong back; the slight shiver he felt under his fingertips was the perfect reward.
Ivan pulled away and, as stifling as it was inside the house, Chris felt cold.
“Are you sure about that?” Ivan asked, worry in his eyes.
“I’m sure.” Chris waggled his eyebrows, thrusting his hips upward. “Are you sure?”
“Damn right I’m sure.” Ivan hopped up and off Chris’s lap. “Where’s the damn bedroom?”
With a laugh, Chris pointed down the hall, chuckling as he followed Ivan to the bedroom. Hopefully, Frank would never know Chris and Morrison had enjoyed sexy fun times in his bed.
Maybe this vacation was going to turn out all right after all.
Frank’s dimly lit bedroom wasn’t much, and the mattress certainly didn’t compare to the one Chris had in Portland, but itwould do. Ivan paused at the door, gesturing him inside with a goofy, “After you.”
Resisting the temptation to push him up against the door frame just so he could experience Ivan’s big body more thoroughly, Chris brushed past him into the room. Quickly, he divested himself of most of his clothing—all except his boxers—and climbed onto the bed.
“I’m not shy or unsure about this, but I didn’t bring any supplies and it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been tested,” he told Ivan.
Ivan swaggered toward the bed. “I’ve passed my recent exams with flying colors, so, next time. After your physical.” He waggled his eyebrows making Chris smile—again.
“Oh, there’s going to be a next time?” Chris teased back.
Ivan halted with one knee up on the bed, pushing it down. “Hell, yes, there’s going to be a next time.” He sounded almost outraged. “It’s taken me this long to get here, I’m not running the bases just once.”
Chris patted the sheet. “Quit stalling.”
“Stalling? I am wooing. I’m afraid if I move too fast, you might startle, come to your senses and disappear.”
“Ivan,” Chris said, earning a glance full of heat and promise. “I’m not going anywhere. Maybe I should take these off, after all.” Deftly, he tugged the boxers off so he was completely naked and rolled onto his back so Ivan could see for himself that Chris didn’t want him anywhere but in bed.
With him.
Ivan stared, seemingly speechless, watching as Chris pumped his own cock. He’d been half erect already so it didn’t take any time at all for his cock to fill his fist. A little precome pulsed out his tip.
“Are you just going to stare, or are you going to do something about this?” A wordless Ivan was something of a novelty. Christhrust his hips upwards a couple times, his grip on his cock tight and sending sparks of need up his spine.
Shaking his head, possibly because his brain was coming back online, Ivan tugged the last of his clothing off and got on the bed beside Chris. Scooting as close as was comfortable, he tugged at Chris’s forearm.
“Lemme do that,” he rumbled.
