by Hayden Hunt
Then somehow a fucking blizzard happens in the middle of the night, and I’m stuck with him for the weekend! But that ends up being fine because it really seems like he likes me, too. But then, no, oh wait, when I go to kiss him, he actually doesn’t go for it! And I’m back to square one on being confused about his feelings.
And that had just been an hour ago! Seriously, less than an hour ago, I had thought for sure he was uncomfortable around me. I had believed he had been hung up on his ex and that he couldn’t wait to get away from me. I had been doing everything I could to keep my mind off him.
Now, he’s lying in my arms. Now, we’re talking together like we’ve been dating for years. Hell, even more importantly, like we’re going to continue to date for years. We’re not even in a relationship, and this guy has me thinking about marriage.
It was stupid. I felt totally stupid. But I didn’t even care. I was just so deliriously happy in a way I never had been before.
I was going into this with cautious optimism, though. I liked him, I now know he liked me, but who knew what was going to happen? For all we knew, all this crazy passion was just the location. Like, being up in this snowy mountain stuck in a cabin was bringing out the most intimate parts of us. And when it was all over, we’d go back to life as it was before. The passion between us would fade.
I didn’t think this would be the case, though. That was not what my heart was telling me, at least. I may not listen to it very often, but I still knew when it was trying to signal something to me. And, right now, it was doing its best to tell me that I had just met the love of my life.
I believed it.
We were still wrapped up in one another on the couch. It was a picturesque scene. While James was in the bath, I had decided to start a fire for some warmth, and that was still going. And James body was still pretty hot after a scalding bath, so he was keeping me equally warm.
So, there we were, curled on a cabin couch, a fire going, my arms wrapped around his torso and his head leaned against my chest.
After talking with him about his family, I felt like he was even more beautiful than I had originally thought. Like, of course, he had been handsome to me from the moment I had seen him. But he was way more attractive now that I had been able to speak with him on an emotional level.
His eyes were closed. We had been quiet for a moment, both simply sinking into one another. And while I usually try to fill any gaps in the conversation, at this moment, I was content with the quiet. And I liked that James had his eyes closed. It allowed me to stare at him without him knowing. I was just taking in his beauty.
“So, uh, can I try again?” I asked, breaking the quiet after a few minutes.
“Try again?” he asked.
“Yeah, you know, to kiss you?”
He blushed for, like, the third time. “You want to kiss me, huh?” he stalled.
“Hell yeah, I want to kiss you.” I grinned. “But don’t worry, I can see that you’re the kind of guy who likes to take things slow. And I’m fine with that. No sex, don’t worry, it won’t lead to anything. I just want one, good kiss.”
He grinned. “Just one good kiss, huh? Are you sure you’re going to be satisfied with that?”
“Absolutely. I can’t guarantee it won’t lead to some downright dirty thoughts in my head, but don’t worry, I won’t tell you about them. I’ll save them for later when I’m, uh, alone again,” I joked.
I was always one to lay on the inappropriate jokes. Normally, when I didn’t know someone that well, though, I tried to keep things kosher. But, fuck it, I was being completely myself right now. And I just knew that James wasn’t going to take it the wrong way. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just did.
“Okay, I suppose one kiss, I can allow. But just one.”
“Just one it is,” I said, as I grabbed his chin and tilted his head toward mine.
It was the most magical kiss I had ever experienced. Seriously, it was brilliant, I’d had worst kisses with men that I’d dated for years.
Our lips lingered on each others’ for a moment, and it felt like the warmth was traveling from him through me. I thought I had been sure of how I had felt about him before, but it had been nothing compared to how I felt now. This kiss was something else.
I pulled away after a moment, not wanting to push things. I knew he didn’t want to have sex, and I was totally prepared to respect that.
But, when I pulled away, he pushed back and grabbed my cheeks, holding me close to him for a deeper kiss.
His tongue parted my lips, and I allowed his mouth to explore mine for a bit. But, when the feeling began to grow too intense, when I could feel my cock tingle and harden, I quickly pulled away.
“Sorry, I can't go anymore,” I whispered to him, “this is, uh, just a little too exciting for me.”
“Me, too,” he said, as he leaned in to kiss me again.
I jerked back. “Wait, you understand, right?”
“That this is leading to sex? Absolutely.” He grinned.
“And you’re fine with that?”
“I was really only worried about having sex when I thought I was going to have to say goodbye to you. If I don’t have to say goodbye, well, then…”
He kissed me again, and it all went down from there.
Although it was freezing outside, I didn’t cringe when James pulled off my pants and exposed my skin to the cold air. The combination of the fire crackling next to us and my excitement was enough to keep me warm.
I began pulling on his pants, too, when he stopped me and jumped off the couch. I thought for a moment that maybe he had changed his mind.
“What? What is it?” I asked.
“I have something… one second.”
Without any further explanation, he ran to the bedroom. I was left confused and pants-less on the couch.
But when he came back, I wasn’t disappointed. He had a large bottle of lube in his hand.
“You brought this on a solo vacation?!” I laughed instantly.
“What? A guy can’t rub one out next to a warm fire in a wintry cabin?”
“Fair enough.”
“Top or bottom?” he asked.
“I can do either, you?”
“Top,” he said coolly.
“Go for it,” I said, instinctively flipping myself over and exposing my bare ass to him.
He got behind me, grabbing the lube and rubbing it all over his cock before he dropped some directly onto my asshole. The cool liquid dripped between my cheeks and sent a shiver down my spine.
My heart began pounding as I waited for him to enter me. He first pressed his prick head gently at my asshole before inching into me, one hump at a time. His cock felt so fucking thick inside me, even when he was only halfway in.
By the time he had bottomed out inside me, I was screaming in ecstasy. And I didn’t give a single fuck, considering we were buried in snow and there was absolutely nobody around to hear us.
His balls slapped up against my ass cheeks with every hump. I was overcome with the feeling of him pushing against the walls of my asshole.
James’ hand wandered as he humped me voraciously. It started by rubbing my balls, then began stroking my rock-hard cock.
It was all too much for me, having him deep inside my ass and stroking my shaft. And he knew exactly how to fucking do it, too. With just the right amount of pressure, with absolutely perfect speed.
I wanted this to last as long as possible, so I wanted to edge my orgasm, but I just couldn’t for very long. I could feel the tension building up in my balls; my load was growing and growing as my orgasm began to come to a head.
I felt a shiver in my spine as the pressure went as high as it could possibly go. My balls were tensing up, and they were ready to release.
I screamed out as I shot the fattest fucking load I ever had onto the blanket underneath me. It seemed to go on forever, rope after rope shooting out of me. It was the best, longest orgasm I’d ever had in my fucking life.
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nbsp; My moans were primal, animalistic, and they were pushing James to be primal, too. Literally as my cum was still shooting out of my body, I heard him groan and knew he was about to cum, too.
As soon as my orgasm finished, I felt his tense balls slap up against me one last time before he pushed his entire fucking cock as deep into me as it would go. He moaned as his cum shot out, leaving a sticky warmth deep inside me that I thought was incredibly fucking hot, even after I had orgasmed.
It was insane, it seemed like his orgasm was lasting as long as mine had! He was locked inside me for a long time before he finally pulled out. Though, I think he lingered a bit after his orgasm, allowing his dick to sit inside me even after he was finished.
When he finally pulled away, he seemed exhausted. And I couldn’t blame him; he'd done one hell of a job. And I was just sitting here on the bottom. It was tiring for even me! I was completely out of breath after cumming like that.
I wasn't sure what his next move was going to be, but I was hoping that he was going to lie down next to me. I was the kind of guy who liked to cuddle after sex, particularly while my partner and I are still naked.
To my relief, James seemed like the kind of guy who liked to cuddle, too.
He curled up next to me, still not wearing any pants. His breath was heavy on my neck, and I didn’t mind, because the cold was starting to hit me once again.
And I guess it was starting to hit him, too, because he grabbed a thick blanket off the side of the couch and pulled it over us. But he didn’t bother to get his pants back on. He just let his naked legs wrap in mine as he put his arm around my torso.
“Mmmm… that was really fucking hot,” he muttered.
“For me, too,” I agreed. And after a minute of basking in the glow of the sex we just had, I asked, “What do you want to do now?”
“Besides spend the rest of my day talking to you? Hmmm… I don’t know. How does a nap sound?”
Let’s see, a post-coital nap with the sexiest man I’d ever met while a hot fire crackles next to us? Count me in.
“A nap sounds absolutely perfect.”
And, within half an hour, we both fell asleep curled in one another’s arms.
9
James
This weekend was shaping up to one of the best of my entire life.
I couldn’t believe how much bad luck had actually turned into amazing luck. Even Chris was no longer stressing about being snowed in. His anxiety seemed to disappear as we drowned ourselves in to one another.
He was easily the most amazing guy I’d ever met, and I learned it more with every story we told each other. We were talking about everything from our childhood to our jobs to our past relationships. I had never spilled this much personal information in such a short amount of time with another person before. I was sharing everything now.
And I loved it. There was only one worry lingering in the back of my mind… that there wasn’t enough time.
We were talking about so much so fast, but there was an infinite amount of things I wanted to learn about him. I wanted to know everything. I wanted to know him inside and out… and there just wasn’t enough time for that.
By the next morning, a considerable amount of snow had already melted. I had no doubt that, in another day, we’d be able to safely return to our homes and back to our normal lives. And it was really putting a damper on this for me.
I was sitting at the kitchen island, waiting for Chris to pour milk into a bowl of cereal for me, when he noticed I was being a little quiet.
“Is something wrong?” he asked. “Don’t tell me you’re having doubts about this whole thing again.”
“No, not at all, it’s just… what happens next?”
“Well,” he sighed, “I think we’ll eat cereal, go cuddle up by the fire, talk, maybe play some cards if we get bored of chatting which I doubt will happen… oh! I thought it might be fun to climb into that big claw tub together. What do you think?”
“Hey, yeah, that would actually be really fun! No, but wait, that’s not what I’m talking about,” I said, trying to stay on track because there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to enjoy the rest of my weekend unless I got this figured out first.
“What do you mean, then?”
“I mean, the snow is melting. The temperature is only going to keep rising over the next forty-eight hours. We’re going to get to go home, we’ll have no more excuses to stay here and spend time together. What happens then? When we return to our regularly scheduled lives?”
He poured himself some milk and then stuck it back in the fridge as he went to sit down next to me, placing his hand on my thigh.
“You know, I was really hoping to not have this conversation until the end of the weekend.”
“Why not?” I asked, immediately panicking. I quickly thought that maybe he wanted to push off telling me that he saw no future for us. But he didn’t want to say it now and ruin the weekend.
“I don’t know, because saying it now makes me sound crazy. Although, honestly, I guess saying it later makes me sound pretty crazy, too. Eh, it’s going to be crazy no matter when I say it, I guess.”
“Say what?” I asked, feeling relieved that it didn’t sound like he wanted to get rid of me.
“Say that…” He took in a deep breath. “I really hope you’re going to be on board with this. Because I’m, like, totally about to make a fool of myself.”
“Spit it out!” I said, copying something he said to me yesterday.
“Okay, okay… so, uh, well…. I kind of was hoping that you’d be… my boyfriend?”
“Your boyfriend?” I asked excitedly.
“Yeah, you know, if that interests you. I, uh, I know it’s really early. We should probably not move so fast. But, you know what? I’m just tired.”
I was a little confused about his last comment. It seemed off.
“You’re, uh, tired?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m tired. Tired of living my life pretty much completely by the book. Tired of adjusting my behavior constantly to do what is right, what seems like the most appropriate option. For once, I want to do what I want to do. And what I want to do is date you. I want to be in a relationship with you now. I don’t want to waste time. I don't want to do months of only seeing you on the weekend for date nights. No, I want to drive to your house after work on a Wednesday and stay the night in the middle of the week. I want to spend my time with you like I’ve been dating you for years. Because, honestly, that’s what it feels like for me. It’s like we’ve been together so long. And I want it to fucking stay that way.”
I was grinning. “So then we just… jump in? Start a serious relationship with each other after just a few days?” I asked.
“Unless that’s not what you want to do. Obviously, I’m going to do whatever you want. But that’s what I want, it truly is. I want to get real about this. I want to be real about you now.”
I had known that he had wanted to pursue a romantic relationship between us even after all of this had ended, but I’d had no idea he had wanted to jump into a relationship right away. It wasn’t something I had even considered until this very moment.
But why shouldn’t we? I mean, I’m pretty damn convinced that this boy is going to be a big part of my life, aren’t I? I honestly think that he might be, like, the one. As silly as that sounds.
“Hell, yeah, I want to date you.” I gave him a quick kiss, ignoring the fact that both of our cereals were slowly but surely getting soggy. Eh, I didn’t care. I was too thrilled that I was now going to get to call this guy my boyfriend.
I didn’t have an ounce of guilt about it, either. I know it was not the classiest move to jump from one long-term relationship to another, but fuck it. Seriously, fuck it, Tim had never loved me. Tim had never comforted me or nurtured me. I had never confessed to Tim how broken I felt about my family situation.
Chris has done more for me in the last couple days than Tim ever had. And I was going to continue to explo
re that for as long as I possibly could.
Though, if I had to guess, I’d say ‘as long as I could’ was probably going to be ‘forever.’
After we broke our kiss, Chris suggested that we go ahead and start on our cereal before it got completely ruined.
It was a healthy cereal, one of those organic whole-grain off-brands. And it was no gourmet meal, but after spending the night eating nothing but chips and popcorn, this healthy cereal was really a relief.
“What do you want for the future?” I asked Chris in between my munching.
“What do I want for the future, huh?” he asked as he continued to eat. “Well, I haven’t thought about it in a long time. I’ve been so caught up in trying to keep up with my present that I haven’t had the time to think about the future until I came up here for vacation.”
“Really?” I asked, extremely interested. “So, coming up to this cabin somehow made you think about the future? Why?”
“Well, on one hand, I think simply slowing down and taking in your surroundings forces you to think about the future, definitely. And, on the other hand, I think you’ve made me focus on it.”
“Me?! Really?” I asked.
“Absolutely. Like, what’s the point in focusing on the future if it feels like you don’t really have any future? If your future endeavors only include working, climbing the ladder at your job, making as much money as you can… then what’s the point? And, until you came along, that was all my plan consisted of. I’ve been searching for success.”
“And now?” I asked. “Now that I’m in the picture, what’s your plan like?”
“I have something to look forward to now.” He smiled. “Something more than just making money. God, I’m going to keep sounding so creepy to you, but I’ve really been fantasizing about you lately. Like, fantasizing about what it might be like to have a future with you. What it’s going to be like to seriously date and spend a lot of my time with you. What it’ll be like to fall madly in love with you and then ask you to marry me. Hell, what it’ll be like to be married! To start a family, to have kids of our own…” he paused. “Wait, you want kids, right?”
