Page 9 of Beared at Christmas
He shook his head. “I would rather stay here. I’m still a bit sore, but if you could get me some fried chicken, I would appreciate it. Give me your email, and I’ll transfer you the money.”
I stood, examining him once more before I left. “Don’t worry about it. What if I can’t get chicken?”
“I’ll take whatever.” He leaned forward and stuck his tongue out at me. “I’m fine. I promise you. And I have your cell number if I feel off in any way.”
“Okay.” I nodded then ducked around to the entryway. Perhaps it was a good idea to get some space from him. My bearkept putting ideas in my head about Brody that I wasn’t ready to entertain.
Chapter Eight
Brody
I woke up on the bed, not remembering how I got there. As I glanced around the cabin, I caught Ulrik’s gaze before he turned away and pretended he hadn’t been watching me.
“Good morning,” I said with a rasp as I stretched out. “Thank you for carrying me to the bed. You know you could have left me on the couch.”
He gave me a quick nod. “Merry Christmas. I thought it was best for you not to be cramped after your fall yesterday. How are you feeling?”
I sat up and rocked my head from side to side before rolling my shoulders. “Okay, I think. Still a bit sore, but nothing serious.” Plus, kind of nasty feeling from not having a shower the night before. “And Merry Christmas to you.”
I didn’t know what to think of Ulrik. He took care of me in a standoffish way, like he was afraid to get too close. The night before, he’d been so quick picking up dinner in town, and then, when I’d fallen asleep, he’d carried me to the bed and tucked me in. Probably a good thing with the massive erection I woke up with.
Still, he showed no interest in me. Strange, since any other single gay guy I’d encountered in my life would have definitely wanted to fuck if we were stuck in a cabin together for a week. Did Ulrik remain that heartbroken over his husband? Or was there some other secret he harbored that kept him from making a move? I wanted him, and stripping in front of him the other day should have gotten a reaction. Instead, he growled and walked away.
His lack of attention hadn’t stopped my mind from creating fantasies. In the dream I’d had before waking up, I was in a newcity in a house I’d never been in. Within the kitchen of the house, Ulrik had me bent over the dining table and fucked me while telling me about the cabinets he’d built there.
I moaned, my cock even harder from remembering the vivid imagining. I didn’t know if it would ever go down enough to use the washroom.
“Why don’t we change our plans for the day?”
With my mind still partially in the fantasy, I turned to Ulrik. “Huh?”
He came over and sat on the side of the bed, and I scrambled to hide my still-hard shaft.
“If you’re still sore, snowshoeing may not be the best option. I looked up what else this place has to offer, and I thought we could do something different that would help you.”
“What’s that?” The only help I wanted was his to do something about my erection and my hunger for him that refused to dissipate.
“Visit the bathhouse. There’s a cold pool, a regular pool, a sauna, and a hot tub. Might help your aching muscles.”
I plastered on a smile to hide the grimace from my cock getting even harder. Did he know what happened at some bathhouses? Was this his way of trying to tell me he wanted me? Why did we need to go there when we had a perfectly private cabin to fuck in? Perhaps I was reading more into the gesture than he’d intended. “Sounds good.” Except I needed my dick to soften so I could get up and go pee.
He patted the bed beside me, making the sheets, and thus my clothing, rub across the tip of my cock. “Get up. We can grab some breakfast at the lodge then relax for a bit before we head to the bathhouse.”
“Okay.” I nodded with a gulp, his demand only making me want him more. I really hoped he was a top.
As he stood, I pulled the blankets off, no longer caring to hide my erection.
He never looked back, heading toward the door. “I’m going to bring some wood in while you get ready.”
“Okay.” I chuckled to myself at being left to deal with my problem on my own as I walked to the bathroom. Fuck, I wantedhiswood in the worst way, and I needed to do something about it, or I wouldn’t make it through the day.
***
It was almost noon by the time we arrived, and surprisingly, there were still a variety of breakfast foods available in the lobby of the lodge. Ulrik had driven, not wanting to make me walk that far, even though I trekked that distance to catch the subway on the days I had to go in to the office for a team meeting. It was still a nice gesture, considering every muscle in my body ached, either from the collision, or simply from using different muscles while ax throwing and repeatedly climbing up the snow hill. Perhaps both. I couldn’t wait to get in the hot tub after the frigid plunge. I’d heard others talk about how the temperature of the cold bath worked to relieve swollen parts of the body, but would I be able to relax in it?
Before heading to the bathhouse, we walked around the lodge for a bit to digest our food. Waiting an hour after eating before going swimming was the one piece of advice from my mother I did cling to.
On the walls were bulletin boards filled with posters from nearby attractions, all hoping to capture the interest of the guests. Ulrik and I knew about most of the places, having already visited some and eliminated others from our plan of events. I spotted a new one hanging up over some of the others, the wordsSleep Under the Starsin bold letters.
