Page 14 of Snowbirds
Relaxing his fist, Chris felt Ivan’s fingers wrap around him and tentatively pump. Ivan was hard too. His bare cock brushed against Chris’s thigh, making him wish he was the kind of guy who was always prepared.
“I like it hard and fast,” he informed Ivan.
“That’s good information. But I bet that’s because you don’t like to waste time, Mister Efficient. We’re not doing this fast, Chris. Shift onto your side.”
He moved as he’d been commanded and was tempted to say something about Ivan being bossy, but then Ivan dragged his thumb underneath his glans and Chris couldn’t remember his name anyway. Almost by instinct, he wrapped the arm not trapped under his body around Ivan’s neck and drew his head closer to him, claiming his mouth for himself.
Ivan released a deep groan. His lips parted and his moving hand faltered for a second before starting up again, sending fireworks of pleasure that cascaded through Chris’s body. He was a river, a waterfall, a stream defrosting after a long, cold winter. Ivan was hot as the sun, relentlessly hot like a desert, brazenly hot like nuclear fusion. His entire purpose in this moment was to thaw Chris, to turn him into a pliable and needy being. And it was working.
Wresting back some of his fabled control, Chris plunged his tongue into Ivan’s mouth. His partner tasted of spicy barbecue and lemonade at first, but that was quickly forgotten. Kissing was an art as far as Chris was concerned. If you couldn’t takeyour time with it, why bother? And Ivan Morrison knew how to kiss. He didn’t stiffen his lips, he melded them against Chris’s. His tongue danced with Chris’s, flicking and teasing.
It was fucking sexy.
Ivan’s big hands and long fingers were wrapped almost entirely around both of their cocks—and through thiskissing, he kept pumping. Chris didn’t know which sensation to focus on, the silken glide of their erections catching against each other or the way Ivan’s tongue dragged across Chris’s lips before he gently bit down on them.
“Oh, fuck,Ivan.”
His hips thrust convulsively. Chris was so close to coming, and from the heave of Ivan’s chest, he was too. Shifting again, Ivan pulled away, to make just enough space between their bodies so he could take them both to the stars.
There was nothing except low ambient light illuminating the bedroom. Still, Chris peered down between their bodies, watching Ivan’s hand piston slowly. Up, a squeeze, and down again. His balls tightened, the fireworks became conflagration. The show was about to reach its glorious end.
Ivan did one last sly twisty movement that sent Chris over the edge. His come pulsed out, spilling over Ivan’s fingers and the sheet, his cock twitching with the effort to still empty when nothing was left. Seconds later, Ivan was coming too, throwing his head back, his body stiffened for a moment as he groaned long and loud.
They lay there for a while, the sound of their breathing filling the empty spaces in his heart. Chris shut his eyes and started to drift off, only waking when Ivan got up and quickly returned with a warm cloth to clean them up.
“Thanks. Next time it’s my turn,” Chris murmured as he began to drift off. Just before he fell completely under sleep’sspell, he felt Ivan spoon up behind him and wrap his big arm around Chris’s middle, pulling him close.
Chris smiled.
Chris wasthe warmest and most contented he’d been in way too long.
He didn’t want to move, and the pillow over his face didn’t even bother him. The first pop that had trespassed into his subconscious, he simply incorporated into his dream. He knew he wanted to ignore the sound.
But then there was a second distinct pop, followed by silence, and now Chris was fully awake.
“What the hell,” he muttered.
“What thefuckinghell?” Ivan responded dryly. “Not a car backfiring, that’s for sure. Isn’t this a retirement community?”
Sighing, Chris released his grip on the pillow and sat up.
“Retirement community doesn’t mean no weapons allowed. I bet some of these folks have full arsenals. I was hoping it was just a dream.”
“Sadly, no. Unless we’re doing some weird magic and sharing the same dreams.” Ivan rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Although I suppose that could be possible,” he said with a leer. “Sex magic is a thing, after all.”
“Highly doubtful. Dammit. Last time I was down here the most exciting thing to happen was a near trampling when there wasn’t enough food at the Sunday barbecue.”
“It’s not Sunday,” Ivan pointed out.
“Nope.”
“Well, fuckity fuck.”
With a deeply felt grunt, Ivan sat up and rolled off the bed to his feet. For a second or so, he just stood there with his hands on his hips and a pout on his face. Then he spun around, waggledhis ass at Chris, and grabbed yesterday’s shorts and t-shirt up from the carpet.
Yawning, Chris swung his legs out from under the sheet and fumbled around in the gloom for his shorts and boxers. They were both dressed in seconds. For a big guy, Chris had always been surprised by how quickly Ivan moved. He was deceptively fast, intelligent, and damn sexy.
Why the hell had Chris ignored him for as long as he had? Probably because Chris had refused to recognize Ivan as more than an employee.
