Page 78 of Snowed In

“You okay?” he asked, his forehead still resting against mine.

“Yeah…” I kissed him with lazy lips, ignoring the sticky mess we’d made for a few more minutes. “I’m really good. You?”

He nodded as he leaned back, his cheeks bright red, his nose too. “I’m nervous, I think.”

“Why?”

“That’s my come in your hand, Gary… and up until a half an hour ago, I thought you were straight.” He shrugged. “I guess I’m nervous you’ll regret it or be grossed out.”

I slipped the wayward strands of his hair behind his ear with my non-messy hand and smiled at the way he chewed the corner of his lip. It was the same thing he did when he thought he was about to lose a battle during our D&D campaigns.

“There was absolutely nothing gross about how hard I just came. And there’s definitely nothing gross about how much I loved seeing you come apart for me.” I playfully pulled on the hem of his ruined shirt. “I’m in love with you, remember?”

The red apples of his cheek turned scarlet. “Yeah…” He dropped his nose into the crook of my neck and smiled. “I love you so much it’s dumb.”

“Aw…”

“I—”

A knock on the window made us both jump, and I might’ve screamed like a small child.

“Everyone alive in there?” a deep, masculine voice boomed through the fogged glass.

“Holy shit,” Shi whisper-shouted and quickly tucked his spent dick back into his boxers.

Everything in the next thirty seconds happened in a blur. There were napkins and whispered expletives and a near knee to dick collision I avoided thanks to my cat-like reflexes.

“I can’t do anything about the jizz on your shirt,” I said as softly as possible. “But maybe throw on your jacket. That should cover it up.”

“Good plan.”

Once we were outside, it became clear, by the smirk on the Viking of a stranger’s mouth, we hadn’t hidden a damn thing.

“My name’s Magnus. I own the orchard up the road.” He pointed a giant, glove-covered thumb over his shoulder, exposing his wrist tattoos that had been hidden under his coat. “My brother Henrik is on his way with the tow cable.”

“Oh my God. Thank you so much.” Shi held out his hand, the same hand that had been wrapped around my dick less than five minutes ago. “I’m Shiloh, and this is Gary.”

“Nice to meet you.” He didn’t shake his hand. “Did you get lost?”

“Sort of,” I said. “And then two deer decided to murder us.”

The man’s laugh was a warm rumble inside his chest. The hood of his jacket covered the majority of his face, but from what I could guess, he was in his late thirties, maybe early forties. The snow had slowed some, but it was still hard to see beyond a foot or two.

“You two are lucky I found you. You’d be frozen by sunrise in those coats.” He looked us both up and down. “Not from around here?”

“Atlanta,” Shi explained. “We came up here for the Con in Portland.”

“Con?”

“Comics and shit,” I clarified, and the man nodded.

“You’re still a good distance from Portland. At least three hours in this weather.” Magnus looked over his shoulder right as another pair of headlights pulled up.

“Where are we?” I asked and he chuckled again.

“Adamsborough.”

“Any hotels nearby?” Shi asked and Magnus shook his head.

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