Page 51 of Fresh Ice
“Fuck. Jesus, fuck, oh my God,” Alonso cursed as Levy went to town, lapping at him like a starved man.
Alonso came again just like that, the aftermath leaving his knees so wobbly that Levy had to help him stay upright.
Alonso kissed him desperately. “Jesus, Levy,” he panted when they finally broke apart, retaliating by jerking Levy off as slowly as he could manage.
Levy turned into a pleading, shaking disaster, groaning so loudly when he came that Alonso was glad they didn’t have neighbours.
They were both satiated and overheated by the time they cleaned up and stepped out of the shower, getting dressed in separate rooms and meeting in the kitchen to cook breakfast together.
Alonso couldn’t imagine a better start to the day. There was no space to worry—they were in a world apart, here, where reality couldn’t quite touch them.
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“I bet I can make it to the top before you can,” Alonso teased. They had decided to go hiking after breakfast, packing some water bottles and bundling up against the late February chill.
“Not everything is a competition, Olive.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re losing.”
“How am I—hey! Fucking cheater,” Levy shouted as Alonso darted forward.
It was a beautiful day, sunlight dappling the undergrowth, a slight breeze weaving around them. The air was so fresh it filled Alonso’s lungs in a way the city never could, making his blood sing with it.
Alonso laughed as he stumbled up the trail, Levy cursing and whining behind him.
“Hold up! I’m gonna break my fucking neck,” Levy called after him.
“Nobody’s forcing you to go at my pace if you can’t handle it,” Alonso said innocently.
“I hate you. I hate you so much.”
Alonso stopped when they reached the next plateau, controlling his breath so he could make fun of how winded Levy was. “Wow. I’m gonna have to tell coach how bad your conditioning is.”
“Shut up. Do not speak.” Levy collapsed against a tree trunk and pulled his water bottle out.
“What do I get for winning?”
Levy replied by throwing a lid at him.
Alonso dodged easily. “Hey. Littering.”
“Shut up. You’re the one sucking all the oxygen out of the air. You’re killing the trees.”
Alonso paused. “Levy…do you think trees breathe oxygen?”
Levy frowned, thinking for a second. His expression dropped into a pout. “Stop making fun of me,” he whined.
Alonso had the dumb urge to walk over to Levy and kiss him, but he managed to contain himself. “Come on, you baby. Let’s keep going.” He helped Levy up, and they set off again, this time at a much more sedate pace.
The walk was peaceful, not a single person crossing them on the path. It was as if that corner of the world had been reserved just for them.
Alonso peered at the canopy as they climbed. “You ever do this kind of stuff with your family?”
“Notthisstuff exactly. We’re more of a beach kind of family, you know? Used to go to California sometimes in the summer, that was always dope. The same families would go year after year, so my sister and I made friends with their kids. Actually,” he laughed, “that’s where I had my first kiss.”
“Really?” Alonso said, interest piqued.
“Yeah…the son of the woman my mom would go paragliding with. I thought he smelt really nice, and it just happened one night when we were at a bonfire.”
