Carried Away

by Elizabeth Monvey

  Jin just looked at him with his luminous eyes that always brought an ache to his heart and before Tol knew what he was doing, he was kissing him. Their bodies melted together as Jin opened his mouth, allowing Tolliver’s tongue to slide in. Here, at least, they had no problems. No disagreements. The electricity that sparked between them was always there, always hot, consuming them both.

  Wild need surged through Tolliver, and for a second he was tempted to rip off all his and Jin’s clothing. In fact, the image was so sharp and clear in his mind that lust temporarily blinded him. He grabbed at his own clothing, yanking and tugging, until he was naked. But as his hand settled on Jin’s arm, he looked into dark black eyes and saw wonderment. It made the frantic fervor cool enough for him to get a handle on his animal instinct.

  “Come,” he said and held out his hand. He wasn’t in the least shamed by being naked in front of Jin, and when his hand slipped into his, Tolliver led him through the penthouse apartment into the bedroom.

  Slowly, layer by layer, he undressed Jin, pressing kisses as his skin was exposed. When he was naked, Tolliver pushed Jin onto the bed and knelt over him, admiring the body beneath him. He thought Jin was magnificent. He may not have the bulk muscles that some skiers acquired, but Tolliver knew how strong Jin was.

  His gaze landed on Jin’s hard cock, the blood-engorged member stood proud from a dusting of dark curls. It was long and slender and tasted delicious. Each time they had sex was like a new adventure, and this time Tolliver wanted to savor his lover. As he grasped the shaft, he leaned over so he could lick the sack, feeling each individual ball, weighing and playing with them as he palmed Jin’s dick. He ran a finger over the top, catching the moisture leaking from tip and using it to coat the head. He rubbed it over and over, back and forth as his mouth kissed the hot skin at the base of the shaft and then moved up, taking his sweet time to enjoy it.

  The skin on the head was smooth but swollen as pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip. Tolliver sucked it into his mouth, using the flat top of his tongue to massage up and down. He held onto Jin’s hips as he started his momentum, in and out, on mouth and tongue.

  But Jin wasn’t just taking without giving. After he’d been moaning a few minutes, he pushed Tolliver back and maneuvered them into a sixty-nine position. He gasped as Jin’s teeth tenderly and teasingly bit the crown while his tongue soothed any pain inflicted. It just about drove him crazy.

  “Jin,” he gasped, pulling back, and his dick plopped out of Jin’s mouth. “As much as I would love to finish here and now, I really need to be inside you.”

  Jin let out a moan and tried to grab his hips, but Tolliver turned around and faced him. He looked into luminous dark eyes, awash in passion, and felt his heart stutter with something different than desire. Something warm, deeper. His soul knew this man was his. Jin belonged to him as surely as Tolliver belonged to him. Everything would work out. It had to.

  He leaned over and grabbed a condom and the lube and proceeded to make sure Jin was nice and loose for his possession. He put the condom on, pinching the top to leave enough room, and then made his shaft nice and slippery. Then he leaned up and captured Jin’s lips, kissing him almost ferociously. He tasted himself upon his lips, a mixture of musk and salt, and wondered if Jin tasted himself as well. And then he was sliding into Jin’s tight hole, into his warmth, and for a moment was carried away on the tide of pleasure. It rippled over his spine and he moaned at the sensation, loving how tightly Jin’s hole gripped his cock.

  Tolliver began to move slowly, withdrawing only to plunge back in, taking a moment between each thrust to let them both feel the bliss of being joined. Little by little, he increased the tempo until he had a smooth motion going. Their bodies were tight against each other but Tolliver was able to reach one hand between them and grasp Jin’s cock, using the steadily leaking fluid to lubricate him and allowing his hand to pump up and down, in time with his hips. And then he felt Jin’s shaft swelling, getting ready to spew, and he opened his eyes to watch Jin climax.

  Tolliver had never seen anything so beautiful.

  His perfect lover.

  He closed his eyes and came.

  Chapter Three

  Later that night, Jin bowed a greeting to a couple and then greeted the next guest in Korean. He stood beside his father in the St. James ballroom, smiling benignly at all the people that continued to pour in.

  “How many people did you invite?” he demanded.

  His father looked at him with cold eyes. “An engagement demands a high degree of protocol.”

  “Engagement! I told you no, Father. I thought this was just a sponsor party.”

  “This is to secure your sponsor.”

  It was like talking with a brick wall. He was going to have to find some other way to stop this nonsense. This afternoon in Tol’s bed had forced him to face his heart. Tol had said he loved him and in that moment, Jin realized he couldn’t live without his bear man.

  Leaving the receiving line, he stormed over to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey.

  “Drinking?”

  Jin started and turned, his mouth watering at the sight of Tolliver in a tux. Fitted black pants, a snowy white shirt and a jacket tailor-made for his wide shoulders made him utterly divine.

  “My father is an asshole.”

  Tol snorted. “You’ll get no argument from me.”

  Jin downed the whiskey in one gulp. The potent brew took his breath away for a moment and made his eyes water. Guess he wouldn’t be doing that again. When he finally got some semblance of control back, he placed the tumbler on the bar counter and headed toward the far corner of the ballroom.

  “I know you don’t like being in the shadows but I need a moment to regroup,” Jin said.

  “It’s fine.”

  “No, it’s not fine. I’m just so afraid of doing the wrong thing, it’s driving me crazy. I wish I could walk away just like that, but…it’s hard, Tol.”

  “I know.”

  “Did your parents know?”

  “That I’m gay?”

  Jin nodded. He knew Tolliver’s parents died when he was twenty-five, just out of college and working as a ski instructor at their resort. Tol had stepped up and taken over, putting his business degree to work immediately and within the first five years, St. James had become a premiere destination in Vail.

  “Yes. I’ve been out since I was eighteen.”

  “And they accepted you?”

  “My mother was disappointed she wouldn’t have grandchildren, but I assured her I would consider adopting.” He smiled at the memory. “But yes, they accepted me.”

  “I think my father suspects, which is why he’s going to this elaborate scheme to tow me in line.”

  “Jin, I want you to come away with me.”

  “What?”

  “Right now. Take my hand and leave this party with me.”

  Jin’s brow creased and he looked over Tol’s shoulder to the gathered guests, a crowd of close to two hundred people. He could see the president of his sponsor corporation chatting with his father. He hadn’t seen his so called fiancée yet but he had no doubt she was nearby, waiting in the wings to be claimed by a man who would never want her.

  “I tried sleeping with a woman once,” he admitted to Tolliver.

  “What? When?”

  “Years ago, before I met you.”

  Tol nodded, understanding. “I had a girlfriend when I was in high school. It’s how I knew for certain I preferred men.”

  “I’ve tried so hard to fit into his life,” Jin whispered, staring at the man who had raised him. “Since my mother died when I was young, it was just he and I. When he praised me, I just wanted that praise to go on forever.”

  “Jin, do you even want to go after PyeongChang?”

  That was the million-dollar question. “I don’t know.”

  “Then I think that’s your answer.”

  Jin sighed and leaned his head on Tol’s shoulder. “I just don’t want
to mess up.”

  Tolliver threaded his hands through Jin’s short locks. “The only way you can mess up is if you don’t do what’s best for you.”

  “You’re what’s best for me,” Jin stressed.

  “Then why the hesitation about taking my hand and leaving?”

  “Meet me in the bathroom,” Jin said and walked away. He didn’t look at anyone and he didn’t hesitate as he skirted the room to make his way out the door and down the hallway to the men’s restroom.

  Just as he headed to the first stall, Tolliver entered and rushed toward him. They met, with arms pulling into each other, as they all but fell into the stall. The door closed and Tolliver pushed Jin against the door and devoured his lips.

  It was hot and heavy and Tolliver’s hand quickly unzipped his pants to slide his hands inside and encircle Jin’s cock. He gasped and hurried to reciprocate, quickly diving into Tolliver’s pants and underwear to grasp his thick dick. There were moans and groans from both as they worked each other over, pumping one another’s shafts, using the dribbling pre-cum to help glide over the skin.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” Tolliver muttered as his lips sucked on the section of skin where Jin’s neck met his shoulder. “If we were upstairs we’d be doing a sixty-nine. I’d be sucking your cock and you’d be sucking mine.”

  “Oh God, yes,” Jin moaned. He loved sucking Tolliver off. There was nothing hotter than seeing him lose control.

  “I want you to come,” Tolliver ordered. “Because I’m fucking coming.”

  He felt Tolliver’s cock swell and hot liquid spilled over on his hand just as he let himself go, coming hard. They leaned against each other, panting hard in the confined bathroom stall.

  Jin’s phone buzzed and he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He swore when he read the text message.

  “I have to go,” he said, pulling back. He grabbed some toilet paper to clean himself up. “My father is looking for me.”

  “Don’t go back in there, Jin,” Tolliver said, cleaning up as well. It only took them a moment to straighten their clothes.

  “Tol, I have to.”

  Tolliver shook his head. “No, you don’t. Please.”

  Jin cupped his face and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “It’s okay. It’s just a dinner for my sponsor.”

  Then he opened the stall door and hurried to wash his hands before rushing out of the bathroom. He made his way back into the ballroom and found his father.

  “You texted me?”

  “Don’t disappear again,” he father warned in a cold voice.

  The party continued for another hour until Jin’s father took to the mike and the sponsor filed in behind him. In Korean, they announced plans and the upcoming skiing schedule and their hopes for Jin’s successful Olympic bid. Everything was flowing as it should, and Jin hoped his father had forgotten about his engagement plans, but all of that changed as his father toasted another announcement.

  “And now, it is with great pride that I announce the engagement of my son, Jin-Pyoo, to Yoon Ga Eul, daughter of the Yoon marketing dynasty.”

  Jin froze as applause broke out and Ga Eul, the young girl he vaguely remembered, was brought forward from the side entrance. She hung on her father’s arm and smiled shyly before looking down to the floor, and all Jin could do was stare at her in horror. No, this was not what he wanted. He looked up and around, trying to find Tolliver. His father grabbed his arm, bringing his attention back to him––back to this farce of an engagement––and a second later, he was holding the girl’s hand.

  As he opened his mouth to call the whole thing off, the girl pulled his arm, throwing him off balance. As clichéd as it sounded, her arms went around his neck and there, before two hundred people, it looked like they were happily embracing.

  Jin pulled back and looked around again and this time he saw Tolliver’s back as the other man left the ballroom.

  “Excuse me, I have to go,” he told Ga Eul and fled before anyone could stop him. He raced after Tolliver, afraid of letting him out of his sight before explaining anything.

  He caught up with him in the service hallway.

  “Wait, Tol!”

  Tolliver halted and turned. “Why aren’t you enjoying the company of your new fiancée?”

  “Don’t be like this.”

  “And just how should I be, when I just witnessed my lover getting engaged to a woman!”

  “Shh!” Jin exclaimed and looked around, grabbing hold of Tol’s arm in an effort to keep him quiet.

  Tolliver yanked his arm away. “No. I will not be silent. Not about this.”

  “Just let me figure things out!” Jin begged. “It’s not just the engagement, you know. It’s my sponsor.”

  “Christ, Jin, I can be your sponsor if you still want to go after the Olympics. But do you? Is that really what you want?”

  “I’ve wanted an Olympic gold medal since I was a child.”

  “Did you? Or did your father tell you that’s what you wanted. Don’t forget I watched you, Jin. I was there in Sochi and I know how you ski. And your performances weren’t about a man in love with his sport.”

  “Please…stop.”

  But Tolliver pressed on. “No, I won’t stop…because you just got engaged to the woman your father wants you to marry. If I stop, then you’ll wind up her husband and I’ll have my heart broken. You’re mine, Jin! You’re mine and I’m yours, but you have to march in there and tell your father the truth.”

  “I need some time!”

  Tolliver reared back. A thousand different emotions coursed over his face and each one was a needle through Jin’s heart.

  “You want time?” he asked, his voice cold. “Fine. Take all the time you need. Just don’t come back to me. I can’t watch you with her, Jin. I just…can’t.”

  “Tol. No, wait, Tol.”

  But Tolliver didn’t respond. He just kept on walking away and didn’t look back.

  Chapter Four

  Tolliver tossed and turned all night, missing Jin’s body next to his. Yes, there’d been long stretches in the past two years when Jin had been training, but this was different. This time he didn’t know the outcome, and it weighed heavily on his mind.

  He finally gave up trying to sleep around 6:00 a.m. and decided he needed to clear his head, so he headed to his private gym. But all the running and rowing in the world couldn’t seem to clear his head, so he decided to go skiing. He called his general manager, Walter, knowing he woke him up but not really caring, and had all his appointments rescheduled. Today was going to be a day out on the fresh powder. Right now he needed the wonderment of a white world, where no one could bother him. He made plans to meet Walter in an hour so he could take the lift up the mountain. He showered, dressed in thermals and grabbed his gear before heading out of the resort. The day was chilly and bright but it was just what he needed. Jumping on a ski mobile, he headed up to the lift station.

  A lot of snow had fallen and it was loose. Even in his distracted state, he recognized the hazard it boasted and made a mental note to grab a transceiver from the instructor’s locker. Walter greeted him with a worried nod.

  “You going to be out all day?”

  “No,” Tolliver said. “I need a run. I’m heading out on the northern slope. I’ll take it down and radio in when I get to the bottom.”

  “I’d feel better if you took Jin with you.”

  There weren’t very many people who knew about his relationship with Jin, but Walter was one of the only men he trusted.

  “Jin…is dealing with his own issues right now.”

  Walter raised an eyebrow. “I see. Well, there’s a ton of new powder that fell last night and I want you to be careful.”

  “I saw. Don’t worry. I’ve got my transceiver.”

  “I’d like for you to wear the air bag too.”

  Tolliver raised a derisive eyebrow. “I hardly think I need an airbag.”

  “Humor me,” Walter said. “Especially if you’re g
oing alone on the northern slope. Be foolish, but don’t be stupid.”

  Tolliver had to grin at that logic and grabbed the air bag pack to satisfy his manager. Walter was right. It was foolish enough to ski off-trail alone, so he didn’t need to be a stupid prick and argue about safety. He strapped the air bag vest on without complaint. After receiving a pleased nod from his manager he headed out to the lift and waited for the seat. He eased onto it with no problem and watched the world fall away.

  The heavy snowfall from the past couple of days made Vail a winter wonderland and Tolliver couldn’t help but remember last Christmas. He and Jin had spent the holiday wrapped up in each other’s arms, talking about their wishes and dreams. He’d hoped they would have a repeat of the holiday, but now everything was different. Jin was fucking engaged––how the hell was he supposed to deal with that?

  The lift had several change stations where the chair changed tracks. He simply sat back and stared out over the treetops, seeing nothing but snow as far as the eye could see. He’d been skiing almost all his life because of his parents. They had loved Vail and had put their hearts into the resort. It had been a blessing and a curse when they’d both died together in a car accident, spinning on ice and crashing. He knew his parents had been devoted to each other, so them dying together had a certain morbid, yet romantic quality. But the son in him had been grief-stricken at losing his both parents at the same time. To keep their memories alive, he’d taken up their passion, building the resort from a local club into a world-renowned destination for skiers. He catered to the rich, and it had made him a wealthy man.

  He knew that Jin worried that his father would do something to harm his business. Perhaps he’d go after his reputation, or maybe his clientele. And if something should happen, how would he feel about that? He’d been running St. James for fourteen years. It was all he knew.

  But it wasn’t all he wanted.

  He wanted Jin.

  So if something should happen and he was forced to close St. James, it wouldn’t be the end of his life or his ambition. Jin meant more to him than anything else, and he knew he would have to fight to break him away from his father’s control. No matter the consequences.