The mirror in this bedroom was in the wrong place for Tony to see Carter's face as they fucked. It didn't matter. Tony remembered from this morning, could imagine Carter's face screwed up with tension and need. He fucked Carter as slowly now as Carter had brought him off in the tub. He wanted to give Carter the same slow, all-consuming orgasm as Carter had given him.
He was pretty successful if the long, low moan Carter gave as his cock throbbed was any indication. Only after Carter was spent did Tony speed up enough to let himself come for a second time.
Afterward they snuggled together underneath the down comforter, and not only for warmth. Tony loved the feel of Carter's chest rising and falling with each breath. Loved the fresh clean smell of him, the substantial feel of him.
"Think it might be snowing again," Carter said. "Light outside's got that soft snowy quality, know what I mean?"
Tony knew.
"Still think you might want to stay here?" Carter asked.
They might not have a choice, at least not for a few days while the cops and the district attorney sorted out the details, crossed their t's and dotted their i's. Tony didn't think it would take too long. Norman struck him as the kind of guy who'd be convincing to a jury. If Brains and Lookout were smart, which they didn't seem to be so far, they'd hire a good defense attorney and concentrate on making the best plea bargain deal they could get.
"This is a good place," Tony said. "Good people where it counts."
"Yeah." Carter shifted, brought an arm around Tony's shoulders. "Cops might be a problem for a while."
"Not if we keep our noses clean."
"Like today."
"Not like today, not if I have anything to say about." Which he wouldn't, but Tony knew that.
"You gonna try skiing with me?"
"Guess I better, you being injured and all."
"We still need clothes."
Tony didn't want to go back in the sporting goods store, at least not right away. "I bet Norman'll deliver."
"I bet he will."
They were quiet then, listening to the silent, snow-shrouded night. Could they actually make a life here for themselves? They were local heroes now. A few people had come up to them during dinner to thank them for what they did, and a few more watched who clearly knew but didn't want to intrude on what had been a pretty damn romantic dinner.
Nobody here seemed to care that they were together. A nice quiet town could be exactly what they needed.
It would be Christmas in a few days, a white Christmas by the look of things. They had a place to stay that felt like home. Carter could cook spaghetti in the kitchen, and Tony thought Bess might let them bring up a tree. Not a bad place to spend their first Christmas together. Not a bad place at all.
"Yeah," Tony said. "I think I want to stay."
Wiseguys: Christmas in Idaho
Copyright © 2007 by Aaron Michael
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