Winter Boys: Todd

by Sean Michael

  Todd nodded and, on the next thrust, rocked up to meet him. He went in solidly, and Todd’s body bore down, holding him there like he didn’t want to let go. Heat gripped him, making him dizzy, and he surged up to steal a hard, happy kiss.

  Todd opened up for him, inviting him in, and he slid his tongue over Todd’s. So good. Not just the kiss, all of it felt so good. Especially the look in Todd’s eyes.

  He needed to make Todd shoot, make his lover crazy. He moved faster, pushing deep into Todd’s body with every thrust. The longer he pushed, the more color came up in Todd’s cheeks.

  He groaned and bucked hard, searching for the angle that would make Todd scream. He knew the minute he got it, Todd bowing up and shouting out his name. It had never sounded so good. It felt good, too, Todd’s body squeezing tight around him.

  “Yeah. Right there. Fuck yes. Right there.” He kept driving in, over and over, needing to make Todd come.

  Todd nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He didn’t think it would be much longer before Todd gave it up to him.

  “Come for me, baby. Come on my prick.” He reached out, stroked Todd once, hard. Up and down.

  Todd screamed for him, body bucking and squeezing so hard around his cock as Todd came. Long ropes of spunk splashed onto Todd’s belly and chest as shudders shook him.

  His head hung down as he thrust, bucking in to find his own release. When Todd reached up and tweaked his right nipple, hard, pleasure shot through him, going straight from his nip to his balls.

  One more pinch and he shot, filling Todd with hard, almost painful pulses.

  Todd held onto him throughout his orgasm, and when he collapsed down, Todd pulled the sleeping bag over them, cocooning them both in warmth.

  He sobbed softly, utterly overwhelmed. “Todd.”

  “Right here, babe.” Todd wrapped his arms around Simon and held him tight. Almost too tight, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t ask Todd to back off for even a second.

  “W-wow.” He snuggled in, breathing deep. They smelled so good.

  “Very well put.” Todd kissed his forehead, lips warm on his skin.

  “Thanks.” He slumped down, letting himself rest.

  Humming, Todd kissed him again, one hand sliding over him again and again, gentle, soft and sweet.

  He felt safe and warm, sated.

  Happy.

  He’d forgotten what that felt like.

  Drawing in a shaky breath, he kept his eyes closed and imagined he was melting into Todd. It was a good feeling.

  If he was lucky, he’d be able to stay right here. Maybe the storm would last all year.

  8

  Todd had to admit, it was pretty easy to let himself believe that he and Simon were together. Like, really together. They’d been alone for only just over a full day so far, but they were well and truly snowed in at this point, the storm still blowing outside of their tent.

  Smokey had taken off this morning, and they’d heard her outside, but she hadn’t wanted back in yet. She probably thought they were crazy for staying in the small quarters of the tent when there was the whole forest to explore in all its snow-covered beauty. But not only were he and Simon not as well equipped for the weather as she was, but they were in their own world right now and he wasn’t interested in having anything to do with the world outside of their warm haven.

  He looked at Simon who was dozing, curled up against him, warm and snuggly and so fucking precious it hurt. He would have wondered why they’d let things end as they had, but he wasn’t letting that in here. Here they were together.

  “You want some beef jerky? I’ve got clementines to follow it up with.” And they had enough water for two more days. He imagined the snow would have stopped before then and they could start another fire and boil some snow for more at that point.

  “Sounds good. You warm enough?” Simon snuggled closer.

  “As long as you stay close, I will be.” He wasn’t above using every and all excuses to keep Simon right there with him.

  “Perfect. I’ll stay right here. With you.” Simon lifted his face for a kiss.

  He gave it. God, he really did love kissing Simon. Right now, it wasn’t rushed or quick or sloppy—they had time and they’d come at some point already and he could just sink into this and share the closeness with Simon.

  “Can it snow forever?” Simon whispered into his lips. Those eyes needed him, promised so much.

  He said yes, because that’s what he wanted too. For the whole world to disappear and have it just be the two of them for real.

  Reaching up, he found the bag with the food and rummaged around in it until he came up with three clementines and a bag of jerky.

  “Mmm…they smell good. Very.” Simon took one and peeled it, the citrus filling the tent.

  “You’re having your dessert first—that’s perfect.” Simon always had enjoyed eating it that way. He couldn’t remember how many times they’d wound up just having dessert.

  “Dessert is the best part.”

  “I know.” He opened his mouth like a baby bird, silently asking for a slice of the sweet fruit. He had some actual dessert—a chocolate bar or two—hidden away in one of the packs. He would surprise Simon with that later.

  “Mmm…” Simon fed him one of the sections, fingers lingering on his lips.

  He chased Simon’s fingers, licking at them. He loved how the salt of Simon’s skin mingled with the sweet of the fruit. It made him groan and grab Simon’s hand, keeping it in place so he could properly suck on those tasty fingers.

  “Babe, going to make me squish it…” Simon’s eyes went heavy, lips parting.

  “So squish it.” That was hardly a problem, right? He kept sucking.

  “Not wasting our yumminess.” Simon set it aside and pushed closer, letting him suck.

  He laughed around Simon’s fingers, then bit at the tips, watching Simon’s face for his reaction.

  “Biting!” Simon pulled away, laughter warming the air.

  “Uh-huh. Don’t pretend that you don’t like it.” They both knew better.

  “No. You’re the one who found out all my hot spots.”

  “Uh-huh. And exactly how to manipulate them to make you wild.” He slid his finger slowly toward Simon’s nipples.

  “You’re—Todd. You tease.” Simon wanted him better than anyone ever had.

  “Uh-huh.” He circled Simon’s nipple, not touching it, or the areole. He watched his finger on Simon’s skin, as that pretty little nip drew up, begged for his attention. So sweet, so hot. Damn.

  They both waited together, breathing in sync.

  Todd groaned, but he didn’t break. He waited until Simon seemed to be vibrating, then he ducked his head and went in. He bit the nipple he’d been circling, letting his teeth close over it.

  Simon arched, feet sliding on the sleeping bags. The cry was sweet, sharp, echoing in their space. Todd did it again, then he moved over to suckle from Simon’s other nipple.

  Simon reached out, cupped and rolled his balls. The touch was careful, gentle, steady. Still, it made him jerk, and he bit down on the nipple he was sucking.

  “Fuck. Fuck, babe. That’s a rush.” Simon tugged just a little harder.

  Todd jerked again, body pushing up against Simon’s. He could feel the leaking at the tip of Simon’s cock, the hard heat leaving a line of liquid on his belly.

  “You like that.” Simon’s voice was so needy, so confident.

  “No. Love your touch. I do.”

  “I love…” Simon groaned softly. “Please. More.”

  He gave Simon more, moving between the two hard little nips, alternating between hard and soft pinches.

  He loved the openmouthed need, the lazy passion. It was just like a late Sunday morning, the two of them still in bed, loving on each other. He wanted to believe that it was real.

  He decided he would believe it. He could do that for a few days. He would make as many memories
as he could, so he could pull them out when he was alone.

  “Where are you? Stay here with me, love.”

  “I’m right here.” He cupped Simon’s face and looked into his eyes. “Right here.” Then he took more kisses. He was gorging himself on them.

  “Me too. Right here. With you.”

  “Good. You taste sweet. Like clementines.” He took another kiss, and another. Losing himself in them.

  “I like that. You. I like you.” Simon nibbled at him.

  He chuckled. “Am I making you tongue-tied?” He liked that idea a lot.

  “Always. You made me silly.”

  “You’re never silly.” He grabbed Simon’s lower lip between his own and tugged. Then he let his teeth slide over it.

  “Uhn.” Simon grabbed his shoulders. “I miss you.”

  “I know how you feel.” He had a fucking Simon-sized hole in his life, and that was a big damn hole.

  “Do you? Why…why did this have to happen?”

  “We both wanted to chase our dreams, babe.” Honestly, he still wasn’t willing to move to Toronto. No way, no how. Still, having Simon for a couple weeks a year when he was on vacation and over the phone would be better than living with being broken up with the love of his life.

  “Yeah.” Simon sighed and hid in the curve of his shoulder.

  “Shh. You’re here now and we’re together. No thinking.” It was going to be his mantra. No thinking. He was just going to love on Simon as hard as he could until Simon had to go back.

  “I’m not so good at that, love.”

  “So what do you want to do then? Not spend this time together?” Everything in him clenched at the thought, his entire body rejecting it. He needed this time with Simon.

  “God no. No. I need you. This.” The immediate words made him feel better, strong.

  “Okay. You have me. I’m right here, naked with you. Loving on you.” He kissed Simon, opening Simon’s lips and slipping his tongue in. Closing his eyes, he made it the best kiss he could, wanting to give Simon something to latch onto aside from his thoughts, his worries, his questions. He was going to make these days they had together so fucking good.

  “Loving on me.” Simon wrapped them together, accepting the kiss, the passion, his need.

  “Uh-huh. Not gonna stop anytime soon, either.” He pressed more kisses on Simon and slid his hand between them so he could play with Simon’s nipples some more. He was gonna suck Simon off this time, but he wanted a good amount of foreplay to lead up to it.

  “Not going anywhere.” Simon bit his bottom lip, tugged it.

  He jerked and rubbed against Simon. “Nope,” he said once he had his lip back. “There’s two or three feet of snow that guarantees that.”

  “I didn’t stay because of the snow.”

  “I didn’t ask you to accompany me because I was worried about being out here on my own,” he countered. He’d done it to be with Simon, pure and simple. The buddy system had been an excuse for Simon’s coworkers and the storm something to take advantage of to make their time together last longer.

  “I know. You’re more than capable. You’re the strongest man I know.”

  “I wasn’t fishing for a compliment, but I appreciate that you think so.” He leaned in and rubbed Simon’s neck with his beard.

  “Mmm…” Simon lifted his chin and moaned, the sound sweet as honey. Oh he could stay right there, love on his man forever.

  He nipped at Simon’s chin, then his Adam’s apple, finishing off with a bite to one nipple and suction on the other. Simon tasted better than ever, just pure man on his tongue.

  “I spent the whole time we were together with tender nips.” It didn’t sound particularly like a complaint.

  He just pulled harder on it.

  The next sound was pure need.

  Oh damn, he needed more of those. He grabbed hold of Simon’s other nipple and twisted as he continued to suck on the one in his mouth. If he worked them hard enough and long enough, maybe Simon would feel them for weeks to come.

  “Don’t stop. I want… forever. God. Please. Don’t stop.”

  “Babe. Not stopping. I promise.” He wrapped his lips back around that sweet, beginning-to-swell nip and increased his suction even more.

  Simon rocked beneath him, thrusting up against his belly. He was going to have to let go of his prize soon, if he wanted to give Simon a blowjob.

  Groaning, he pulled off Simon’s nipple, letting it stretch for a moment before it popped out of his mouth.

  “Jesus! Fuck, love.” Simon flailed under him. “Please!”

  He grinned, trying hard not to laugh in delight. Simon was a little on edge at the moment. Still smiling, he slid down to kiss the tip of Simon’s cock. It was slick with precome, wet and salty with Simon’s need.

  He lapped up all the liquid, then wrapped his lips around the head of Simon’s cock and began a gentle suction. Could he tease out a few more drops of liquid? He played with the slit with the tip of his tongue.

  Simon sat up, rolled up over his head, holding him with a cry. It was so sensual, so sexual.

  He flicked his tongue across the slit a few more times before wrapping his lips around Simon’s cockhead and sucking gently. He was going to draw this out and make it last for a long time.

  He loved the low groans, the deep sounds in Simon’s chest. More than that, he loved how he was making them.

  He touched Simon’s balls, sliding his fingers over them to add a different sensation to his suction.

  “Good. So good…” Simon’s fingers tangled in his hair.

  That was his cue to take in a little bit more of Simon’s cock and increase his suction. He would turn so good into even better. He kept his touches to Simon’s balls fairly light, a tease in contrast to the stronger pulls of his mouth. Simon rocked and rolled, ass clenching to push up into him.

  He backed off, not letting Simon go deep. He was building up to that. He pulled right off to let Simon know. “I’m taking my time, babe. We’ll get there.”

  Simon moaned, sinking back into the sleeping bags. “No hurry, right, lover?”

  “Not at the moment, anyway.” He was pretty sure at some point things would get too hot and heavy to stay slow, but for now, he was going to drive Simon out of his ever-loving mind.

  Simon chuckled, nodded, and snuggled in, watching and waiting.

  Holding Simon’s gaze, he deliberately licked his own lips before bending again to Simon’s leaking cock. He lapped the drops away before circling the head to suck some more. He could feel Simon forcing himself to melt, to relax. To take what he gave.

  He settled in to spend a good long time sucking and licking. Exploring. Tasting. He took in every second and stored it in his mind.

  Then he let himself just feel, just be in the moment.

  He gradually took more and more of Simon’s cock in, moving from simply sucking to bobbing his head, dragging his lips along the velvet skin covering Simon’s prick.

  Simon babbled softly, and that made him smile. He tried to keep the pace good and slow, the suction strong, but Simon’s need spurred him on, made him hard and wanting to come too.

  “Need you.” Simon tugged at him, drawing him up. “Fuck me. I want your cock.”

  “I was giving you a blowjob.” He’d wanted Simon’s come in his mouth, down his throat. He supposed he could still have that if he licked Simon’s come from his belly after they’d made love.

  “You are driving me out of my mind, and you need too.”

  “I do. And that was my goal, so yay!” He laughed as he searched for where they’d put that olive oil. Hopefully they weren’t going to need it for any actual cooking because there wasn’t going to be any left at this rate.

  “Yay. Next trip? Bring lube.” Simon waggled his eyebrows.

  “Hey, if I’d known you’d be with this group…” He waggled his right back as he dripped a bit of oil onto his fingers. Then he rubbed them against Simon’s hole. He didn’t push in right away,
still teasing Simon.

  “Lots of lube.” Simon groaned, hole clenching around him.

  “Don’t worry—I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “No. No, I’m not. I just meant, if you knew, you know?”

  The conversation had lost him somewhere, but he was going to prep Simon and make love to him. And they were both going to enjoy the fuck out of it.

  He pushed his fingers into Simon’s hole, the little ring of muscles tugging him in deep. Simon was so soft inside, silky. Groaning, he wriggled his fingers around, stimulating all the nerves inside Simon.

  “God, you feel so good inside me. So good.”

  “Uh-huh.” Even though it was just his fingers, it felt so good to be inside Simon. “Both sides feels good.”

  Simon turned over, ass in the air, his body offered to him—so sensual, so sexual.

  Groaning, he added more oil and pushed three fingers in this time, stroking Simon’s ass with his other hand.

  “Oh.” Simon dropped his head to his hands. “Need this.”

  “I do too.” He spread his fingers and pushed them deep again, sliding across the little gland inside Simon’s body.

  Simon cried out, clenching, then relaxing. “There, love.”

  “Yeah, I got a few clues.” He kissed the small of Simon’s back and touched his gland a few more times.

  “Cl-cl-clues?” Simon was trying to shake apart.

  “Your reaction. Why are we talking?” He pushed hard against Simon’s gland two more times before letting his fingers slide away. He wanted in, now.

  “Don’t know…” Simon’s hips rolled steadily.

  He didn’t think Simon even knew what he was saying anymore. It didn’t matter. He slicked up his cock and lined up with Simon’s hole. Todd closed his eyes. Oh God. He hadn’t done this in so long.

  “Take me, please. I miss you.”

  “I know. I’m just letting the anticipation build.” Finally, he pressed forward, his cock sinking into the heat and silk of Simon’s body. So fucking good.

  His eyes went wide as he slid into the best sheath on earth.

  “Oh God. Simon.” Groaning, he sank right to the hilt and stayed there until the cool air forced him to start moving. Holding tight onto Simon’s hips, he began pumping. “I missed you. I missed this.”