Authors: Ethan Day
Sno Ho (13 page)
"They probably won't decide what to do with that until the town meeting tonight."
"Right, of course," I said, laughing as I went back to emptying the bags.
"Right after the vote deciding what day we're to be married," Wade added as he closed the cabinet door next to the fridge.
"What?!" I felt every muscle in my body tighten before realizing he was joking as he started laughing at me. "That wasn't funny."
"I know." Wade tried on a scowl. "You could
try
to act like the idea didn't completely revolt you."
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fall at his feet. I caught a glimpse of his package and chastised myself for wanting to fall down to my knees.
* * * *
His hips were still thrusting slightly as his hands held me firmly onto his dick. Every muscle in his stomach was constricted as he made a few more breathy curses and praises for my cock sucking abilities. His hands loosened and I continued to suck and lick as he twitched and writhed, my tongue torturing his swollen, and now very sensitive, head.
I smiled as he shoved me off of him, unable to take it any longer. I was amazed by the fact his dick was still rock hard despite the amazing orgasm he just had.
I settled onto the floor next to him, feeling the heat from the crackling fire that was blazing away, radiating into my sweat soaked body. It felt amazing, I loved the heat.
"Fuck me, Boone...that was..."
"I know," I said with a sigh as I tried to act like my jaw wasn't about fall off its hinges due to the size of him.
"I mean...wow!"
I laughed a little as I watched Wade's massive chest heaving up and down, his body stretched out across the carpet, one leg leaning against the stone fireplace hearth. "I'll need that in writing, by the way."
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I watched the smile spread across his face though he still hadn't turned to look at me. "Why exactly, would you need it in writing?"
"Um...so I can add it to the customer comments page of my web site, silly." I watched as his hand slowly moved over his stomach.
"Your website?" Wade asked allowing his head to turn toward me, eyebrows raised.
"Yes...it was only last month that I went international." I watched Wade's eyes run down my body to my crotch. I rolled over onto my stomach and smiled as I propped myself up on my elbows lifting my upper body, while pushing my butt up into the air. "My ass now knows no borders."
"Of course, what was I thinking?" Wade rolled onto his side and scooted across the floor toward me. "Mail me a comment card, and I'll be more than happy to do my part."
Wade reached over and let his fingers graze down the center of my back as he leaned forward and kissed me. It took about two point four seconds before I once again found myself trying to take his tongue deeper into my mouth. I was beginning to worry I was addicted to his taste. I wanted it more each time I had it, and I hated that knowing I'd be leaving the day after tomorrow. It would be something I was going to miss.
He pulled away and propped his head up on his hand.
Wade looked quite large when he lay on his side, and I felt his foot snake over my leg as he continued to trace a line up and down the center of my back with his fingers.
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"You should really think about putting some of your Olympic memorabilia up around your house," I said as I looked around the room whose artwork consisted mainly of black and white framed photographs. "Might be a helpful clue to the next drunken man-ho you pick up at the bar."
"I have some of it up in my office." Wade's hand pressed into the small of my back. "I think it'd be a bit tasteless to have stuff like that plastered all over the house."
"Baby, you earned the right to be tasteless—you won a gold medal for Christ's sake."
"Five actually," Wade corrected, "over two Olympics of course."
"Really?"
"Plus two silver and three bronze."
"Holy shit," I looked at him wide eyed, my skin feeling warm from the track his fingers were making up and down my spine. "I
really
need to Google more."
Wade laughed as he leaned over, kissing my shoulder. "I loved that you didn't have a clue who I was."
"I still don't get the big deal with that." I shrugged and looked over his face.
"I know," Wade smiled, "and I love that about you. I'm just a guy to you. Do you know how long it's been since I was just a guy to someone? Plus you have this annoyingly sexy habit of telling me what you think." Wade winked as he chewed on his lip. "Whether it's what I want to hear, or not."
"Hmm...never knew you got off on verbal abuse until I came along, huh?" I asked, faux-swelling with pride.
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"It's not that I get off on it," Wade corrected. "I don't really like it so much as I appreciate it. You actually called me a hooker or a whore, I can't remember which at this point, in front of my cousin."
I looked off as if staring proudly into space. "Gee—I am a catch!"
Wade laughed as he smacked me lightly with the back of his hand. "Don't get me wrong, I love that people respect me, and I've certainly used my modest celebrity to snag a shit ton of ass in my day. But the few times I've tried the relationship thing, it's like—I don't know, people seem to always wind up walking on eggshells around me...afraid of saying the wrong thing and upsetting me. I know I'm difficult..."
"Can I get an, amen!" I said, chuckling as Wade poked me in the side.
"How are you supposed to maintain a relationship when you feel like your boyfriend is blowing smoke up your ass?"
"As opposed to simply blowing your ass," I said.
Wade laughed again, shaking his head at me. "You really are incapable of having a serious conversation aren't you?"
I smiled innocently, giving Wade my very best All-American boy-next-door routine before giving up entirely under his disapproving glare. I rolled my eyes. "I get what you're saying."
"I don't think you do," Wade said, running his fingers through my hair as he locked onto my gaze with his. He leaned in and lightly gave my lips a peck, before moving onto my chin, kissing and licking along my jaw line. I let out a sigh 119
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and felt his hand return to the small of my back. Wade scooted closer, his chest pressing into my shoulder.
I felt the imaginary anvil pushing against my chest as the words
one day
kept repeating over and over in my head.
They were two words I both resented and clung to at the same time. I knew that as much as I hated hearing them, those two words were my best friend at the moment—a constant reminder to not allow myself to fall so far that I wouldn't be able to find my way back out once it was over.
Wade's hand was now sliding between my ass cheeks, fingers working their magic as I began to push back, wanting more. He sucked onto my neck, lightly digging his teeth into my skin, causing a sensation overload that had my head spinning as my body began to burn. I let out an almost desperate sounding moan, and my cock was once again hard and begging for release. I reached over, rubbing the palm of my hand over Wade's dick which was already swollen and throbbing as well.
"Christ, do
not
move," Wade ordered, after pulling his lips away from my neck.
I let out a groan as he pulled his fingers away and rolled across the floor. I placed my forehead down onto the floor feeling the fibers from the area rug against my skin. I closed my eyes, listening to the rattling as he ripped open a condom.
I suddenly couldn't imagine not having access to the taste of him. I turned to watch as he walked across the floor on his knees. He was working the lube over his erection and I took a deep breath, taken back a bit from the reckless intensity with which I wanted what he was about to give me.
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I spread my legs to accommodate him. His hands spread me open and as I felt his cock pressing into me I was desperate to not want it, desperate to not want him. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation as he slowly forced his way inside. Wade was taking me over and I didn't seem to have the will-power to make it stop.
Our last day sort of floated by, almost dreamlike. Despite our behavior, which would've given a fly on the wall the impression we'd been together as a couple for much longer than was the reality, I could tell he felt what I did—that our time together was coming to a close. It was hanging over each of us as we laughed while roasting marshmallows over the fire, and while he spooned me as we lay in bed watching the snow quietly fall outside. It was there as we talked, seeming to push us each into telling the other as much as we could squeeze in. As we fucked one another, the careless abandon which had previously been the undercurrent to the sex we shared, had been replaced by a quiet intensity—a need to escape deeper into the other. I wanted to make sure I could remember every inch of him, each line, wrinkle, and crease—down to the very last scar from the surgery he'd obviously had on his bum knee..
Neither one of us had broached the topic of what might happen once tomorrow came, and while I lay there in Wade's arms I glanced over at the clock. It was a little after one a.m.
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the bed onto my back. I tucked my arm under Wade's which was now lying across my stomach, thick and heavy. As I stared up at ceiling I could feel his stomach pressing into my arm, back and forth as he steadily breathed in and out. I could make out the outline of the massive rough hewn beams as they stretched out above me, seeming to float in the air in this light. They reminded me of the occupant of this house—
solid, as if they could last forever.
I thought about the last conversation we had just before Wade fell asleep, in which the topic of my writing had come up. Wade had asked me why I thought I'd never finished any of the stories I'd started. It shocked me into silence for a few moments as I realized I'd never actually asked myself that question before. The stories just seemed to stop somewhere in the middle, and I could no longer see what was going to happen to the characters. I was amazed that I'd never seemed to be too concerned about it, as if I subconsciously must have lied to myself, somehow believing each one of those stories simply wasn't the one I was supposed to tell.
I'd never been the love-with-abandon type of guy before.
It scared the shit out of me. I'd always feared that the love wouldn't survive once the feelings of abandon had waned.
Was I truly unlucky in love, as I liked to tell myself, or had I in fact been subconsciously and self-destructively choosing the wrong men my whole life in some lame attempt to always keep my heart just out of harm's way? If there was always the safety net of never being truly emotionally involved, then had I perhaps never actually been in love before?
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How can I write about love if I keep myself from it?
I let out a tiny moan as Wade pulled me closer to him. I smiled at the timing, pretending as if he'd instinctively known I needed a hug, even while asleep. I breathed him in, the scent now something that drove me to distraction. I couldn't think clearly around him and I needed to know the answers to these questions. Was Wade different or just another guy I'd hopped onto, knowing full well in the back of my mind that it could never work?
I rolled back onto my side and wedged my body back into his, getting as close as I possibly could. The heat from his body radiated into mine, and I jiggled as a chill ran over me, his thick arm squeezing me as a little groan escaped his lips. I grinned, feeling my eyes begin to weigh down as I got lost in the rhythm of his breathing. I didn't want him to be another guy that couldn't work. I felt my thoughts slip away in a haze as sleep overtook me.
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made love to me one last time, us each on our sides, his arms holding me tightly as he kissed and sucked on my neck. It had been extremely intense and as Wade came, he'd whispered into my ear that he wanted me to,
please stay
. We hadn't said much since as I no longer knew what to tell him. I knew I couldn't stay, and yet I was afraid if I tried to say so I'd cave in. I was terrified that would be a mistake.
Wade had pulled on his jeans and disappeared downstairs while I showered and packed up the few things I'd taken out of my luggage. I'd grabbed the blue flannel shirt he'd been wearing the day before out of his hamper and shoved it into my suitcase. It reeked of him and I couldn't resist it. I'd never done anything like that before, and I loved the urge that accompanied the act of petty theft.
He was propped up by the back of his sofa, arms folded over his bare chest. I was standing across from him holding my parka awkwardly trying to think of the right thing to say as his gaze seared into me. His body language spoke volumes as to his current mood, not that I needed it to know that the man who was used to getting what he wanted was very unhappy at this precise moment.