Winter Boys: Todd

by Sean Michael

  “Yes. Yes, love. Fuck!” Simon arched, hips rolling hard.

  “That’s what I’m doing, babe.” He would have laughed at his stupid joke except he didn’t have the breath for it, his body on fire. He just kept pounding away, pushing them both toward climax.

  He loved the sight of his cock appearing and disappearing in that tight hole. He could watch that forever.

  He wanted to watch it forever.

  Speeding his thrusts, he tightened his hold on Simon’s hips, letting his fingers dig in so he would leave marks. His marks on Simon’s ass.

  His fingers. His touch. His marks. His.

  Fuck.

  He closed his eyes and rutted as hard as he could, losing himself in the pleasure, not thinking, only feeling. Feeling Simon tight around him and warm beneath him and so fucking good it made him want to scream.

  Then Simon began to moan, to hum softly, bucking under him.

  “So hot. So sexy.”

  Simon was everything he’d ever wanted, and he wanted to howl with having the slender body beneath him again. Wanted to, and did. He put his head back and cried out, filling the tent with the sound of his need and his love and this joy all wrapped together.

  “Oh sweet Jesus.” Simon’s body milked him, rippling around him.

  It was time to come. He was ready, Simon was clearly ready too.

  Reaching around Simon’s body, he grabbed hold of Simon’s thick, leaking cock. He held it tight, fingers squeezing as he dragged his hand along it.

  He swore he could feel his touch inside Simon’s body.

  Pushing hard, he fucked Simon with everything he was. He held tight to Simon’s prick, letting his movements slide the needy cock along his palm. He needed Simon to come now—he was so close to the edge.

  “Love. Todd, please! Close!” They were together in this, again. Finally.

  “Show me, babe. Show me.” He pressed his thumb into Simon’s slit, giving him a little zing, and waited for the telltale squeezing around his cock that would let him know that he could come.

  Simon went taut and screamed, head slamming back as he roared. He reveled in the sound, loving the way it filled the tent. Then he let go, filling Simon’s ass as he came hard. His cry joined Simon’s, calling out his pleasure.

  “Yours. Yours.” Simon was sobbing.

  Simon held him as he slumped down. He felt every breath that Simon took, and his own breathing matched it, the two of them in sync.

  God, nothing had ever been so good. Not in years.

  “Love you,” he whispered. Nothing had felt right like this did. Not since he and Simon had broken up.

  “I love you too.” The words weren’t soft coming from Simon. They were sure.

  He pressed their lips together, kissing Simon with everything he had. He wasn’t sure what exactly admitting their feelings for each other meant, but it sure felt good to do it. For right now, that was enough.

  9

  Simon peeked out of the tent.

  The snow had stopped.

  Dammit.

  The last two days had been amazing, perfect—well, he could have done without the wet malamute wanting in when they were both asleep. But other than that… it had been pure heaven.

  He knew they still had a couple days to get back to Todd’s cabin where he could get picked up, but this had been utterly magical, shutting the entire world out.

  “What’s the weather out there aside from damn cold?” Todd asked, still curled inside the sleeping bag.

  “Sunny. Cold. I hate it.” He climbed back in.

  Todd frowned. “What do you mean you hate it? Sounds nice to me.”

  “I don’t want to leave here. I only have two weeks off and this is day eight.”

  “Whether or not it’s a nice day out isn’t going to change that,” Todd pointed out. Then he held open the sleeping bag. “Hurry up—before all the warm disappears.”

  “Stop using logic, asshole.” He winked to ease the sting and prove he was teasing.

  “Sorry, it’s my biggest fault.” Todd tugged him down and covered them both back up in the sleeping bag. Its warmth hit him immediately, and Todd was like a furnace. One that yelped, mind you. “Damn! You’re cold.”

  “Am I?” He snuggled in closer, touching Todd intimately.

  Todd shivered but didn’t try to pull away from his touch. “You are. I’ll warm you up, though.” Todd tugged him in even closer.

  “Can I stay the whole two weeks? Please?” He needed to stay, needed to be with Todd at his place. He could do this. Love Todd and do his job.

  “Of course you can. As long as you want.” Todd held on tight, making no sign of letting go.

  “I want a long time, but every three-day weekend, vacation day…” Please say you’re in.

  Todd’s eyes went wide. “You’re willing to come? To make it work long-distance?” There was such hope in Todd’s voice. If that wasn’t just him wanting to hear it there.

  “I’ve missed you every day. Every fucking day. I’ll hate leaving you, but we’ll have phone, Skype, text. We’ll know.” He’d be able to know that they were a couple.

  Todd nodded, slowly at first and then more quickly. “Anything is better than not being with you, babe.”

  “Yes. I love you. Forever.”

  Todd’s mouth closed over his, the kiss passionate, awake, and aware and all for him. “Yes. Love you. Love you.”

  “We can make it work, yeah?” He felt light. Hungry. Happy. Alive. For the first time in so long.

  “It can’t be any worse than what we’ve been doing, and it potentially will be a hell of a lot better.” Todd stroked his cheek. “I’m glad you brought it up, because if you hadn’t, I would have. I can’t go back to being broken up. I just can’t.”

  “We both love each other. We both want this. We deserve it.” Right? They deserved it.

  “We do. We deserve each other.” Todd kissed him again. “I didn’t know how we were going to stop this time. I’m glad we aren’t.”

  “Me too.” He curled around Todd and squeezed. “I don’t know what to do now, without this worry weighing on me.”

  “How about enjoying it?” Todd suggested.

  “I can do that.” He rolled his eyes. “I was being dramatic.”

  “Dramalamadingdong.” Todd laughed.

  He rolled on top of Todd and started tickling, loving the way his man laughed.

  Todd squirmed as he laughed, rubbing their bodies together and revving them both up. Teasing them, driving them crazy.

  Smokey barked from outside of the tent and Todd called out to him. “Go away, Smoke. Come back in uh, I don’t know, a half hour?” Like Smokey could understand what Todd was saying.

  He cracked up, lying on Todd’s chest, so happy. He felt like he was going to float away.

  “Happy looks good on you. When you got here, you were not happy.” Todd pushed his hair back off his face, fingers gentle and lingering on his skin. “It’s so good to hear you laugh.”

  “It’s good to want to.” He had forgotten how.

  Todd was smiling as their lips pressed together. The kiss was long, lingering. Then Todd said, “Now I hate your job for yet another reason.”

  “Be good. It’s what I spent all that money learning to do.” And he had to try.

  “I know. It’s just Toronto.” Todd made a show of shuddering. “It’s so damn big. Like, really.”

  “It is.” And he found it small. This was large—all this space.

  “I’ll give you something big.” Todd waggled his eyebrows again, looking like he knew just how outrageous and silly what he’d said was but totally standing by it.

  He started laughing again, leaning down for a hard kiss. Todd grabbed his ass and rubbed their groins together, and it felt so good to have their cocks rub.

  “I’m horny all the time with you. I’d stopped even jacking off.”

  Todd gave him a horrified look. “That’s not healthy, babe.”

  Nothing about his
life was healthy. Right? “I’m a marathoner. It’s part of no body fat.”

  Todd snorted and pinched his hip. “Yeah, I noticed the super skinny. Good thing you’ve got me to keep you warm out here.” He was given a hug. Todd pulled him super close and held him tight.

  “Yes. Good thing you didn’t let me sleep in the supply tent.”

  “I never would have let anyone sleep in the supply tent, but especially not you.” Todd pressed kisses over his face.

  “No? Especially not me?” He followed the kisses, addicted.

  Todd continued to kiss him, peppering his face. “Most especially not you. And you are the only one I would have let sleep with me.”

  “Thank you. I needed that like breathing.”

  “I’m not surprised. That Arthur guy is toxic. I don’t know how you put up with him. Or why, honestly.”

  “It’s my job.” That was the only explanation he had.

  “I know.” Todd kissed him again, fingers beginning to wander over him.

  It felt so good, so warm, and Simon snuggled in closer.

  “I’ll let you sleep with me any time you want, babe. Any time.”

  “Promise?” He loved that idea. A lot.

  Todd looked him right in the eye, and nodded. “I promise.”

  “I’m going to want it, a lot. To be in your bed.” He was going to be miserable without it again.

  “I’d forgotten you were such a cock hound—always horny.” Todd laughed. “Okay, we both know that’s a lie. I could never forget that. And I have a hunch that we are going to get very good at facetiming sex.”

  “I’ll have to buy a nice, chunky dildo.”

  Todd grinned. “Size queen.”

  “All your fault. I liked normal-sized dicks before you…”

  “Flattery will get you laid.”

  “Yeah? I love your fat, long cock. I like to ride it, lick it. I like to watch it leak when I fuck you.” He felt like a slut.

  “Oh fuck.” Todd’s groan and sudden hard, needy kiss said that, whether or not he was a slut, Todd was right there with him. Todd didn’t stop kissing him either, the hard, needy busses including nibbles and bites and sucking on his tongue.

  He loved this—loved the heat and the passion and how it made him feel so real. Todd needed like they hadn’t spent the last two days making love, so eager for him, so hard for him, the thick cock leaking on Simon’s skin.

  They had four hard years to make up for, he guessed. Four years of stress and worry and pain.

  Todd wrapped their cocks in his hand, stroking them together. “Need you so bad.”

  “Good. I don’t want to be alone.”

  “You’re not.” Todd swiped his finger across the tip of their cocks, pressing into Simon’s slit on the way.

  That little sting made him shiver. “Please.”

  “I know what you need. I know how to play your cock to make it sing, make you howl.” Todd pressed into his slit again, this time the corner of Todd’s nail caught the edge of his slit.

  “Jesus!” His eyes went wide and his abs tightened.

  “Still just me.” Todd gave him a wink and flicked his slit with one finger at the same time, making Simon laugh and gasp together, the sound rather breathless and needy.

  “Just you is what I want.” He needed to make that clear, even if his entire body was alight.

  “Ditto.” Todd pushed into his slit again. Then drew three long pulls, squeezing really tight all the way.

  “Oh damn…” He stared at Todd, his world tightening down to his cock.

  “Uh-huh. Come on, babe. You know what I want. I want to smell you, I want to taste you. I want to watch your face as you give it up to me.” Todd’s hand was saying the same thing, working him.

  “Uhn…” His eyes rolled back in his head, his heart slamming in his chest.

  Suddenly, Todd’s lips wrapped around his nipple, Todd’s teeth closing around his flesh, the bite exquisite.

  “Todd!” He arched and bucked, sobbing softly, his balls emptying in a rush.

  “Yes!” Todd shouted and more heat splashed up between them, the tent suddenly full of the smell of their pleasure.

  “Whoa.” He stared, his head just spinning.

  “Mmm. You said it.” Todd licked at his lips, the touch lazy and sweet.

  “Meant it too.” He was so stupid in love.

  Todd laughed. “I do love it when you’re come-addled.”

  He flipped Todd off, but he had to admit he liked it too. He did. He needed what Todd did for him.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Language.” God, Todd looked good, his eyes twinkling and happy, that smile pulling his lips up at the corner.

  “Ooh…” He cracked up, just rolling with laughter, too tickled to even curse.

  When he was finally taking hiccupping breaths, he found Todd lying there, just starring at him, an adoring look on his face. Like he was the center of the world.

  He reached up, cupped Todd’s jaw, just holding on. Todd turned his face and placed a kiss in Simon’s palm. Hope felt pretty damn good.

  10

  Todd had never been so sad to see his cabin. He didn’t know how much time Simon had left before he had to go, but getting back to the cabin felt like the end of their time together was drawing to a close.

  Smokey was pleased to get back, though, checking the place out thoroughly before touching his hand with her nose and taking off to explore the woods.

  Todd waved a hand around. “You didn’t get a chance to explore when you guys all got here. Welcome to my home.”

  “It’s gorgeous. I love it.” Simon’s eyes were wide, his lover beaming.

  So different from the man who’d cowered in the corner of this place on the first day.

  “My bedroom is up in the loft.” He pointed to the room that took up half the place. There was a thin stairwell in the corner so it didn’t take up a lot of room, but Smokey could get up with him. The rest of the place was a single room. The kitchen area beneath the upper floor, a huge couch in front of the fireplace at the other end. The table where he fed everyone and where he worked on paperwork and stuff. There was no TV—he used his tablet if he wanted to watch anything. He spent most of his time outdoors, though. Hiking, cutting wood, foraging, and of course, leading the tours.

  “It’s amazing. Seriously. I really like it. It feels like a home.”

  It was unconventional and in the middle of nowhere, and it suited him to a T. And Simon looked pretty good in it. And he was at ease too, Todd could tell Simon felt comfortable here. “It’s home.”

  Simon nodded, leaning against the wall with a grin. “I don’t suppose you have a shower I can borrow.”

  “You want to borrow my shower? I guess that depends. Where are you taking it? How long are you going to keep it before you bring it back?” He managed to get it all out without cracking up.

  “I’m taking it for a very short walk for about…twenty minutes or so.”

  He laughed; he loved that Simon would play along with his silliness. “I wouldn’t call that a short walk, but I’ll let you borrow it if I can take that walk with you.” The shower was where he did most of his jacking off and he thought the idea of shower sex was a very good one. He had, after all, installed a very large water tank two years ago. It had been hugely expensive, but he’d always thought it was worth it. That went double right now.

  “Yeah? I’m pretty stinky. You sure?”

  Like they hadn’t just shared a tent for ten days. Like he wasn’t just as stinky. “I’m sure. There’s water, there’s soap, and after that, there’s lube.” He was very sure. Making love to Simon in the shower would mean that every time he took a shower he’d remember that. It worked for him.

  “Take me to your shower.” Simon winked at him.

  “I would love to.” He took Simon’s hand and led him to the little room beside the kitchen—all the plumbing was down at the same end.

  “This is amazing. So warm and real.”

  He gave Simo
n a quizzical look. “As opposed to cold and imaginary?”

  Simon smiled, but it didn’t come all the way to his eyes.

  He was going to love that look away and make Simon smile with his eyes, even if he didn’t smile with any other part of him.

  Todd ran the water, giving it a moment to heat up, then he stepped in, pulling Simon along. Washing up first, because Simon wasn’t wrong—they were both ripe as hell.

  Simon was scrubbing, washing his hair twice. Todd forced himself to do the same, although damn, that skinny body called to be touched, explored. Soon as they were clean, he promised himself. They didn’t have unlimited hot water, but they had a good fifteen minutes before the cold would chase them out.

  “God. I love being out, but I love being in the hot water. So much.” Simon stretched up tall, wiggling side to side, a soft moan on the air.

  “Fuck.” Todd figured he was clean enough, and he reached out to slide his hands along Simon’s torso, admiring every inch with both his eyes and his fingers.

  “Are you wanting me? Again?” Simon arched and rubbed against him.

  That was a stupid question, because the answer was obvious. “Hey, it’s been hours—almost a whole day. Of course I want you again.”

  “We have to make up for lost time. Save up for next time.”

  “Exactly. I’m going to send you home a dried-up husk.” Frankly, he thought he’d be sending Simon home in a much better frame of mind than he’d arrived in. That was the power of nature, and his love, he liked to think.

  One way or the other, he was sending Simon home with something to come back to.

  He pushed Simon up against the tile and rubbed their bodies together. “You gonna let me turn you around and fuck you, babe? Gonna let me fill you with my enormous cock and make you fly?”

  “Yes.” Just so honest and simple and right. “God yes.”

  He gave Simon a good long kiss, his tongue dancing with Simon’s. When their lips parted, he looked into Simon’s eyes. “I love you, babe. You need to know that.” He could see that Simon did, so he turned his lover around. “Spread your legs for me.”