Snowed In Anthology

by J. M. Snyder

  “Please.”

  Lincoln brought everything to the table, including a plate for himself, then sat on the chair across from Sam.

  “Sorry about this.” Sam picked up a knife and slathered an obscene amount of butter on his pancakes. “You’re stuck here because of me, aren’t you?”

  Lincoln shrugged.

  “Come on. If you weren’t waiting for me to get my ass out of bed, you would’ve been on the road with everyone else, beating the storm.”

  “Well, yeah, but I really don’t mind.”

  “Your office doesn’t need you?”

  Lincoln waved that away. “They’ll survive without me until Thursday. Probably even Monday of the following week, if it came to that.”

  Sam blinked, and his mouth hung open a bit, too. “Next week? Do you really think it’s going to last that long?”

  He laughed. “No, no. I didn’t mean that. I just meant I have all my cases under control and nothing urgent is coming up. We likely won’t be stranded for more than a couple of days, Sam.”

  “Okay, good. I’ve got a movie shoot coming up and have to fly out of Los Angeles on Friday.”

  “Yeah? Where you off to this time?”

  Lincoln was torn between thinking it must be cool to live Sam’s glamorous life and being a bit of a homebody himself. He liked setting down roots, staying in the same place. Which made him wonder how a relationship with Sam would work, even if Sam had been remotely interested in him. He’d seen the pictures of Sam on the red carpet with models and actresses, so he had no real illusions there.

  “Bangkok. For about three weeks. We move to Dubai from there, and then, I think there’s one other location after that. I’ll have to look it up. Altogether I’ll be gone almost four months.”

  “I don’t know how you do it.”

  Sam laughed. “What? Go to beautiful places, be pampered, and worshiped? Yeah, it’s a hard life.”

  “I’m sure it can be. And I know it’s hard work. Don’t you work sixteen-hour days sometimes?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I do. And I’m not saying it isn’t difficult. The loneliness can get to you. Homesickness. It’s hard to have relationships, pets. All that. But there’s a whole hell of a lot to like, too.”

  “For you, I’m sure,” Lincoln said with a smile. He popped a bite of pancake into his mouth.

  “You’d hate it, then?”

  He chewed and swallowed. “Probably not at first. Too exciting. But after? Yeah. It would get old real fast for me.”

  Sam nodded. “To be fair, I’d hate to be a lawyer. No offense.”

  “None taken. It wasn’t my first choice.”

  “No?”

  “Wanted to an FBI agent when I was a kid. And then when I got into college, I first thought of being a professor.”“

  “Education?” Sam eyed him. “Can’t say you look like the teacher type.”

  “Yeah. Which is why I’m a lawyer.” He laughed. “One of my instructors mentioned he thought that would be my forte, so it all snowballed from there. Pun intended,” Lincoln said, looking out at the snow, now coming down harder.

  “I’m glad you found something you like and are good at.” Sam smiled. “You would make a good politician, too, I think.”

  Lincoln laughed. “What? How do you figure that?”

  Sam shrugged. “You were always our leader back in high school. Which is why I’m not surprised you’re the one who stuck around for me while the others bailed. You always took care of us.”

  “And that translates to politician?”

  “Leadership qualities. No?”

  “The gay thing is probably not the best for a politician. I mean, sure, there are more of us out there, but it’s still more of a hard sell than it should be.”

  “I can see that.” Sam took another large swallow of coffee. “I’ve wanted to come out as bisexual, but my PR people are against it.”

  “You…you’re what?” Lincoln felt a little lightheaded. Maybe it was the higher altitude. Because he must have heard wrong.

  “My PR people.”

  “No. Did you say you’re bisexual?”

  “Um, yeah. I’ve always been.”

  “What? You weren’t in high school or…” Lincoln paused, suddenly unsure of everything. “Were you?”

  Sam stared at him for so long without saying a word, Lincoln figured he had somehow offended his friend. But then Sam smiled crookedly.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t know. Charlie was my first.”

  “Your first what?”

  Sam laughed at his stupidity, and Lincoln couldn’t blame him. “My first, brainless. He was my boyfriend.” The smile slipped from his face and he got up from the table and stood by the window.

  The man drinking himself into a stupor the night before suddenly made a lot more sense to Lincoln. “Jesus. Why didn’t I know that?”

  “Maybe we weren’t as open about it as I thought. We weren’t ‘in your face’ with anyone. Holding hands at school or whatever. But, yeah.” He leaned against the windowsill. “I was crazy in love with him.”

  “God, Sam. I’m so sorry.”

  “It was a long time ago.” Sam looked at him. “To be honest, he’s the only boyfriend I’ve ever had. I’ve stuck with girlfriends for the sake of my career. But when I haven’t been in any relationship, I’ve fucked around with guys.”

  “Well, fuck. I feel like an idiot. Do the other guys know?”

  “I thought they did, but hell if I know now. Linc, didn’t you wonder why I got so wasted over the mention of Charlie?”

  “Yeah. But I thought—”

  “I was straight.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Now you know. Anyway, the PR people are torn. Some think it would be good, given how much more acceptance there is, but others think it would definitely limit my ability to get leading man roles.” Sam sighed. “So, basically I’ve done nothing.”

  “You got a girlfriend now?”

  “Nope, no attachment whatsoever.” Sam tilted his head. He stared at Lincoln intently. “You have something in mind?”

  Lincoln choked on a laugh. “Uh.”

  “What?” Sam grinned, leaning against the wall next to the windows, arms folded across his chest. “I think you and I would be fucking hot together.”

  “Well…but.” Lincoln stopped lamely. They would be. So hot.

  “But what? Who the hell else is around to stop us? We have a few days to kill. We’re friends. Why not be friends with benefits?”

  Lincoln didn’t say a word.

  Sam arched his eyebrows. “And not to brag, but I think it would considerable benefits.”

  He laughed. “Yeah.” His face felt hot, and he knew he was blushing. And feeling stupid. He was far too old to blush over sexual innuendos.

  Sam moved forward with sudden predator quickness, coming right into Lincoln’s breathing space. So close Lincoln could see all the different shades of blue in Sam’s eyes.

  “Kiss me.”

  “What?”

  Sam sighed. He grabbed Lincoln’s face and pulled him close. “Kiss me.”

  Chapter 3

  Sam started to think that suggesting they have sex had seriously blown Lincoln’s mind. Linc stared at him as if maybe he’d suggested they should go rob a bank.

  So maybe he’d got this wrong. He thought he’d detected blatant interest in Lincoln’s gaze, but maybe—

  Linc kissed him.

  Finally.

  When Linc’s lips tentatively touched his, Sam decided that would never do. He grabbed the collar of Linc’s Henley and pulled him tight against him, deepening the kiss. At first, his friend remained stiff as a board, but when Sam shoved his tongue between Linc’s lips, the man finally relaxed, sighed, and put his arms around Sam’s waist.

  Lincoln tasted of coffee, butter, and pancakes. A good taste. And Sam couldn’t deny that, if he had to be stuck in a cabin for a few days with someone because of crappy weather, he would have chosen Lincoln.
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br />   Linc broke the kiss, his lips wet and shiny, staring into Sam’s gaze. “Fuck.”

  Sam smirked. “That’s the idea, big guy.”

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “Do I have to spell it out for you? Geez, Linc. You want me to hire an airplane to write the letters in the sky? Yes, I’m sure. Damn, pick a room and let’s go!”

  And that made Lincoln laugh, a very good look for him, and it also broke his spell of stupefaction. He pulled Sam close for another kiss, and this one wasn’t hesitant at all. It curled Sam’s toes.

  “Hot damn,” Sam said, pulling back, but only to grab Linc’s hand and drag him toward the bedroom. He ended up choosing the one in which he’d been sleeping, because the bed was still unmade, and hell, he was familiar with it.

  “Wait!”

  Sam frowned just as he was about to drag his friend to the bed. “Wait? For what? We can do the breakfast dishes later.”

  “No, Sam. Condom and lube.” He tapped his head, like “think.”

  Sam frowned. “Didn’t you bring any?”

  “Why? Because I’m gay I run around with a supply of condoms and lube? I didn’t think I’d need them with a bunch of old high school friends.” He looked seriously pissed.

  “You were never a boy scout, were you?”

  “No, I wasn’t. Your point?”

  Sam grinned. “I was, counselor.”

  “Wait. Are you saying—?”

  Sam went to his suitcase, which he’d already packed in anticipation of leaving today, but of course that wasn’t happening. He hoisted it onto the bed and unzipped it, then pulled out a strip of condoms and a mostly full container of lube. He held them out triumphantly.

  “Hopefully this is enough condoms,” Sam said with a quick grin.

  Lincoln arched his brows. “How many?”

  Sam rolled his eyes and counted. “Fifteen. I’m guessing in the amount of time we’ll likely be stuck here, these will last.”

  Linc shook his head, but smiled. “Pretty sure we’ll manage.” He looked at the supplies Sam held. “We’re really going to do this?”

  “Again with this?” Sam chuckled to cover his frustration. Just when he thought he was finally going to get somewhere with Linc, his friend held back. “You don’t want to?”

  “Fuck, yeah. I do. But—”

  “But what?”

  “I don’t want this to wreck us. God, Sam, you’re one of my best friends. And one of my oldest friends.” Lincoln shook head, truly looking conflicted. “I mean, yeah, we don’t see each other as often as I’d like because—”

  “Of my crazy-ass career.”

  “Yeah. I was really happy you agreed to this trip. I mean, there have been others, but you couldn’t go.”

  Sam put his hands on Lincoln’s bulging biceps. Damn. “Okay, so the timing has never been right for us, for this, before. But it is now, Lincoln. It’s cold and snowing and I just want you to devour me.”

  He pressed the condoms and lube into Linc’s hands. “Now, get to fucking me. Or do you want me to fuck you? I’m open to either or both.”

  Lincoln let out a long, shaky breath. “You. I want to fuck you.”

  “Those are the best words.” Sam reached for the hem of his shirt. “Get naked, babe. We’re going to play.”

  Sam felt glad he had forgone shoes because it made getting out of his clothes that much easier. He flung his T-shirt to the floor, then shimmied out of his jeans without bothering to undo them. He noticed that Lincoln had stopped in his own state of undress to goggle at him.

  “What?”

  “You went commando?”

  Sam smirked. “Maybe I already had it in mind to seduce you and this makes it that much easier.”

  Lincoln stared. “Did you?”

  “Clothes, Linc. We can have conversations in the afterglow.”

  Sam lay on the bed, trying to decide whether he wanted Linc to fuck him while on his back, or on all fours.

  A hard smack to his bare ass had him turning to gape at Lincoln. “Did you totally just slap me?”

  “I did. Got a problem with it?”

  Sam thought about it. “No. No, I don’t.” He cleared his throat. “In fact, maybe I even liked it.”

  Lincoln stood fully unclothed, and Sam watched his cock rise big and fat between his legs. He moistened his lips with his tongue.

  “You’ve got a pretty big dick there, fella.”

  “God, you make me laugh,” Lincoln said. “It’ll fit, no worries there.”

  “Oh, I’m not worried. I can take anything you can dish out.” Sam spread his legs and wiggled his ass to demonstrate. “Come on. I’m waiting.”

  Lincoln tore open a foil condom package. He rolled the rubber over his significant girth, then smeared a generous amount of lube over it. He lingered on the shaft, unnecessarily Sam decided, spending time stroking himself.

  “Starting without me? Throw me the lube.”

  Lincoln arched both eyebrows and tossed it to him. Looking at Linc over his shoulder, Sam lubed his fingers, then parted his cheeks, exposing his hole to Linc’s gaze.

  “Fuck,” Lincoln breathed out, sounding winded.

  Sam inserted a lubricated finger into his ass. His own breath hitched a bit at the initial intrusion, but the slight sting eased quickly as he rubbed his finger inside himself.

  “God, this is an incredible sight. You should do porn.”

  Sam choked out a laugh. “Talk about a good way to ruin my career.”

  He pushed in a second finger, and when he felt ready, added a third, deliberately stretching and widening his hole, as well as the width of his legs, to expose more of the view to Lincoln.

  His friend knelt on the bed behind him and reached for the lube bottle. He squeezed out more and then, to Sam’s surprise, added his own finger to Sam’s three. He sucked in a breath.

  Lincoln’s finger stopped moving. “Too much?”

  “No.” Sam exhaled. “No. Just. Adjusting. You can move it now.”

  Being stuffed full of four fingers was surprisingly erotic, though he’d never quite had that experience before. Sam briefly wondered if he could take five, maybe even a fist—he’d heard of that—but that might be for another time.

  Or not.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” he told Lincoln. He slipped his fingers out with Lincoln’s and suddenly felt empty. “Need your cock.”

  Linc placed a hand on each of his ass cheeks, spreading them wide, and pointing the head of his big dick straight for the hole.

  It had been a while since Sam had had a man, and four-finger preparation or not, the first push inside him of Linc’s cock burned painfully. He winced and bit his lip.

  “You all right?” Linc paused on his way inside.

  “Yeah. Just. Yeah. Okay. Move.”

  Lincoln pushed in deeper, taking it inch by slow inch. Sam twisted his hands in the bedsheets and forced himself to relax and take in the full circumference of Lincoln. When he felt Linc’s balls against him, he almost purred.

  “Success,” he said instead, earning himself another laugh from Lincoln.

  “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known,” Linc admitted. He remained still, resting or waiting, Sam guessed.

  “That’s good. Don’t want to be like anyone else. No offense, though, but stop talking, and start fucking.”

  “As you wish.”

  And boy, did he ever start fucking. He thrust in deep, pulled out, then thrust in just as deep, nailing the prostate with such incredible precision, Sam howled.

  Again and again, Linc’s balls slapped against him as he set a punishing pace inside Sam. His right hand released the sheet and wrapped around his own throbbing length as he slid his curled fingers along the staff.

  Earlier,after dressing, Sam had lifted the window shade. Now, he saw the snow falling outside, and felt a chill in the air, but the heat of Lincoln ramming into him, sweat slicking over their touching skin, made him hot, burning.

  His first spurt of
cum surprised him as it hit the sheet beneath him. He’d been close, but just how close, he hadn’t expected. He threw back his head, crying out, as the force of his orgasm shook his body, his cock pumping out jets of cum.

  Above him, Lincoln’s thrusts sped up until he frantically pumped into him. “Sam!”

  * * * *

  “What’s your favorite position?” Sam asked, straddling Lincoln some time later. He lowered himself, impaling his ass on the man’s newly erect cock.”

  “Never really stopped to consider a favorite,” Linc panted. He placed his right hand on Sam’s hip and wrapped the left around Sam’s straining dick. “I love it all ways. You?”

  “I like it this way so I can watch you come.”

  Lincoln groaned. “That does have its appeal.”

  He pushed down on Linc’s cock, fucking himself on the long thick tool firmly shoved inside him. “What’s the most unusual placed you’ve fucked before?”

  Lincoln arched up into him. “Really? We’re going to talk about this now?”

  “You can’t take it?”

  “No. Unnhhh. Tell you later.”

  Sam laughed. It turned throaty when Lincoln’s dick rocked into him, rubbing all the right places.

  “Damn, Linc, you really know how to fuck.” The man tugged Sam’s shaft, sending electric shocks shimmying all over. “Oh. My. God.”

  Lincoln’s eye rolled back. “You said it.”

  Chapter 4

  “I can’t believe we didn’t eat all the steaks we bought,” Lincoln said to Sam as he took two steaks out of the cabin’s refrigerator.

  “Well, Win’s a vegetarian and Rupert was off red meat.” Sam smiled. “That’s why there’s two left. When Collin picked them up, he just bought one for each of us. Anyway, don’t complain, it’s our good fortune.”

  “No complaining, just surprise.”

  Lincoln couldn’t help but feel like grinning. Sam had redressed in what he’d put on that morning, but he hadn’t bothered to comb his sandy-colored hair after their afternoon activities. They’d finally torn themselves away from those activities when they became hungry again.

  “You’re smiling like a goofball,” Sam said, reaching into the cabinet for glasses. “Beer or wine?”

  “Can’t help it. I feel great.”