Snowed In (10 page)

Chapter thirteen

QUINN THREW Nate on the bed and crawled on top of him. Nate’s grin split his face in two, but his eyes darkened when he saw Quinn’s expression. 

“Do you know how hot you are?” Nate said, tracing Quinn's bearded jawline with his fingers. “With that beard and that scowl of yours, and that body...” Nate’s hand snuck between them and under Quinn's shirt. “And when you’re jealous, I just want to rip your clothes off and ride your dick until you scream.”

“Fucking hell, Nate,” Quinn groaned. “You’re going to make me come just with that dirty mouth of yours.”

“I can absolutely make you come with that dirty mouth of mine,” Nate said, waggling his eyebrows. “Straddle my chest and I’ll show you.”

Quinn bit his lip. Nate’s suggestion was tempting, but right now he wanted something else. Nate read the hesitation on his face and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Quinn leaned his weight on his elbows and buried his hands in Nate’s hair. “I want something else.” He paused, not exactly sure how to form his request. “I need you, Nate. Inside me. I need to feel you inside me so bad.” His voice cracked and Quinn couldn’t believe how emotional he felt over this.

“Have you... ever...” Nate asked, and Quinn shook his head before he even finished the sentence.

“No. But I want
you
.”

Nate smiled, lifting his head off the pillow to kiss Quinn. “Me neither,” he said between kisses. Quinn froze, not sure if he’d understood correctly. “I’ve never let anyone else fuck me, Quinn. Ever.”

“So we’ll be each other’s firsts?” Quinn said, placing a kiss on Nate’s nose.

“And lasts.”

Quinn beamed, the love and affection he felt for Nate overwhelming him. Nate tugged his shirt over his head and didn’t waste any time to pull his sweats down, too. Quinn laughed at his eagerness, kicking them completely off his feet, then stood up beside the bed to take his socks off. Nate used the moment to his advantage, getting rid of all his clothes with record speed and kneeling on the bed waiting for Quinn to join him.

“Wow,” Quinn said with mock surprise. “That was... impressively fast.”

“Shut up.” Nate wrapped him in his arms when Quinn climbed on his knees on the bed and kissed him, not letting him say another word.

Sliding his hands down Quinn's back and to his ass, Nate cupped both his cheeks, a deep growl rumbling in his throat. He kissed along Quinn's jaw, his body trembling in Quinn's arms.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, baby,” Nate murmured against his skin. “I don’t know if I can be gentle.”

Quinn palmed the back of Nate’s neck and brought his face up until he met his eyes. “You can. And you will be. I trust you.”

Nate nodded, resting his forehead against Quinn's. “Lie down.”

Quinn obeyed, lying back down on the bed and spreading his legs in invitation. He was painfully hard, the need to have Nate inside him shadowing his every thought, every movement.

“Put your feet on the mattress and spread your legs, babe. I wanna see you,” Nate said in a husky, sexy voice, his hand closing around his cock as he leisurely stroked himself.

Quinn did as he was told, feeling vulnerable and exposed under Nate’s gaze. He’d never done this for anyone, but he’d imagined doing it for Nate many times as he’d jerked himself off, the fantasy making him come harder than any other.

“God, Quinn!” Nate’s voice came out as a rushed exhale. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

“Come here and show me,” Quinn teased, his own hand fisting his cock.

Nate’s smile was predatory as he crawled on top of Quinn, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. Smacking Quinn's hand away from his dick, Nate lay fully on top of him, flexing his hips and making Quinn whimper.

“I’m close, so you better get to it,” Quinn said, pushing on Nate’s shoulder to dislodge him.

“Bossy.” Nate quirked an eyebrow, but lifted his body off Quinn's, reaching into the bedside table for the condoms and lube they’d stashed there.

Anticipation was turning Quinn on like he’d never expected. He could barely restrain himself from palming his cock or pushing his own fingers into his ass like Nate’d done last night.

God, that image didn't help with delaying his orgasm.

Nate put the condom on and slicked his cock, but instead of loosening Quinn with his slick fingers like Quinn expected, Nate kissed down his neck, his chest, licked and nipped at his nipples, all the time never touching Quinn where he most wanted. Quinn groaned in frustration, not far away from begging.

And then Nate’s mouth was on his abs, his tongue tracing the ridges of muscle, then lower, kissing his hipbone and licking the length of his shaft before he sucked gently on his balls. Without any warning, Nate pushed Quinn's legs back against his chest, and exposed his ass even more, burying his face between his ass cheeks.

“Jesus!” Quinn yelled, the feeling of Nate’s hot, wet tongue on his hole sending electric jolts through his body and straight to his balls. He had to grab the base of his shaft and squeeze painfully to stop him from coming right then and there.

Nate played with his ass, licking and gently sucking, biting the meaty flesh on his cheeks, then going back to flatten his tongue on his hole, making Quinn see stars. Nobody had ever rimmed him before, and he had no idea he’d like it so much. Every touch of Nate’s tongue, every tease of his finger, every hot breath on his hole made him insane with lust. He’d never been this aroused, to a point where the world around him shrunk to those delicious lips playing with his hole and nothing else.

“Nate...” Quinn managed to say, his voice sounding alien to his own ears. “Please, baby...” He wanted to say more, to beg Nate to fuck him, to tell him how good it felt to have his mouth on his hole, but words failed him. He was reduced to a writhing mess, his thoughts a scrambled jumble of desires.

Nate let go of his legs and crawled on top of him. Quinn could feel the tip of his cock at his hole, but instead of pushing straight in, Nate squeezed some more lube onto his fingers and slicked Quinn's entrance. Pushing one finger in, then another, Nate watched Quinn intently, studying his face for any discomfort.

It burned a little, but Quinn was beyond caring. His body was boneless in Nate’s arms, his skin overly sensitive to every touch.

“You alright?” Nate whispered, his breath on Quinn's cheek.

“I’m good. Want you inside me, Nate.” Quinn hoped he sounded more coherent than he felt.

Nate cupped his cheek and brought their mouths together, their kisses slower and more sensual than before. He pushed in, the tip of his cock sliding effortlessly inside Quinn.

God, it felt good. Nate’d prepared him so well that Quinn didn't feel any pain, just the slight discomfort of being stretched wide. Nate didn't start moving straight away, giving Quinn time to adjust, but Quinn rocked his hips underneath him, urging him to move. He craved to feel Nate,
all of him
, inside him.

“Don’t move, Quinn,” Nate said, his voice strained. “You’re so tight. I’m going to come any second if you don't stop moving.”

Quinn stilled, lifting his head to capture Nate’s mouth again. Wrapping his arms around Nate’s waist, Quinn kissed him slowly, thoroughly, his tongue exploring the depths of Nate’s mouth. Nate slid his own tongue against Quinn's, the wet glide incredibly erotic.

The sensual kissing seemed to have calmed him down because Nate started moving, gently at first, but soon picking up in speed. He lifted off Quinn, supporting his body on his hands, his eyes never leaving Quinn's.

Quinn reached up, caressing Nate’s chest, squeezing a nipple between his fingers. Nate bit his lip and moaned, losing his carefully controlled rhythm. Their eyes still locked, Nate changed the angle of his thrusts, nailing Quinn's prostate.

“Fuuuck,” Quinn yelled, his body arching off the bed. “Right there, Nate. Do it again.”

Nate obliged, grazing his prostate with every flex of his hips.

Quinn's orgasm hit him hard and without any warning. There was no build up, no tingling in his balls. One moment he was gazing in Nate’s eyes, steady pleasure coursing through his veins, his whole body lighting up with it. And the next, he felt as if he burst into a million tiny pieces of bliss.

The world stopped turning until Quinn took his next breath. And then, as if on fast forward, he slammed back into his body, watching with wide eyes as Nate convulsed on top of him, Quinn's name on his lips, every muscle in his body taut with exertion.

“Fuck. Me. That was intense.” Nate’s voice sounded muffled as he buried his face in Quinn's neck, his cock still pulsing inside him.

Understatement of the year.

Chapter fourteen

“IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE in a few hours,” Nate said lazily, his finger tracing a pattern on Quinn's skin. “We don't have a tree. Or dinner. Or presents.” He sighed, his hand falling flat on Quinn's chest.

“If we get up now, we can make dinner. As for the other stuff... We don’t need’em to make this night special.” When Nate didn't reply, Quinn tucked a finger under his chin and made him raise his eyes to his. “I know how much you love Christmas, how much you miss your family right now, baby.” Nate tried to look away but Quinn didn't let him. “To me, this is the most special Christmas of my entire life.”

“Your sappiness is making me uncomfortable. Please, stop.” Nate rolled his eyes for good measure, making Quinn laugh.

“Oh, you loved it!” Quinn grabbed Nate around the waist and dragged him on top of his body. “You love my sappiness.”

Nate didn't confirm it, but his lips quirked up before he leaned down to kiss Quinn's breath away.

*    *    *    *    *

“I found it!” Nate said with flourish as he waltzed into the kitchen carrying a dusty box.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a Christmas tree!” Nate beamed as if he’d just announced he’d found a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. “I knew it was somewhere around here. When we were kids we used to spend a lot of the holidays here and Mom brought an artificial tree since you can’t get a real one delivered out here. Our car was always way too small to carry one around.” Nate rambled as he took a wet tissue and wiped the dust off the box. “What are you doing?” His hands stilled as if he’d noticed Quinn in the kitchen for the first time.

“Cooking.”

Nate looked at him sceptically, and then at the cook book Quinn had opened on the counter.

“What? I can cook,” Quinn said, a defensive note in his voice.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t, even though I’ve yet to see evidence of that. But you don’t have to. I love to cook.”

“You did – for every single meal ever since we got here. Besides, it’s no big deal. I’m going to roast the chicken with some potatoes, and make a big bowl of salad. I know it’s not traditional Christmas dinner, but it’ll have to do.” Quinn turned away from him, thumbing through the cook book, trying to find something else they could make with the ingredients they had.

“It’s perfect,” Nate hugged him from behind, whispering in his ear. “It’s my most special Christmas, too.”

*    *    *    *    *

The chicken was in the oven, the fire was burning in the hearth, and Quinn was helping Nate decorate the small, artificial tree when an idea occurred to him. He went to find his phone, selected the playlist he wanted, and switched the loudspeaker, placing the phone on the coffee table. Mariah Carey’s
All I Want For Christmas
filled the room, startling Nate.

“You have Christmas songs on your phone?” He asked, looking at the device dubiously.

“Yep.”

“But...” Nate paused, narrowing his eyes. “But you’re the Grinch.”

Quinn laughed. “You
think
I’m the Grinch. When in fact I really enjoy Christmas.”

“Wow. You’ve been hiding it
really
well.”

Quinn threw the tinsel he was holding at him, but it was too light to get anywhere and fell limply at his feet. Nate found that extremely funny, bending with laughter.

“Don’t make me tickle you again.”

Nate raised his arms in surrender, a smile still playing on his lips.

The tree was decorated in no time – it was only a foot tall and they only had a string of lights, some tinsel, and a couple of small boxes of ornaments. When it was done and Nate switched the lights on, the pure joy in his expression warmed Quinn's heart.

“I love you,” he said, drawing Nate in his arms.

“Love you, too.”

Santa Baby
started playing and Quinn pulled Nate towards the centre of the room where there was more space. “Dance with me?”

Nate circled his arms around his neck and rested his head on his shoulder, moving slowly to the music.

“I have something else to tell you,” Quinn said. He felt Nate tense in his arms. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. I just never found the right moment to tell you before.” Nate raised his head off his shoulder and looked into his eyes with apprehension. He still didn't trust Quinn implicitly, but after what Quinn had done to him it would take more than a few days to earn his entire trust back.

“Before I left Chicago I rented an apartment in LA, not far from where you live.”

Confusion made Nate frown. “But how? And why?”

“Brandon helped me. As for the why... I came for you, Nate. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said that. I was determined to get you back no matter how long it took to earn your trust again. So I asked Brandon to help me with the apartment and applied for jobs as well. I got a few offers and accepted one of them.”

Nate had stopped moving, his eyes wide with shock. “Really?” He finally asked.

“Yeah.”

Nate’s lips spread into a smile, and he looked at Quinn like he used to. As if Quinn was his hero and there was nothing he could do to hurt him. Quinn’d thought he’d lost that look forever.

Nate didn't say anything, probably still in shock. He hugged Quinn closer and they continued to sway to the Christmas music blaring from Quinn's phone. A few songs later Nate lifted his head off Quinn's shoulder and said,

“So, tell me. Do you have space in your new, fancy apartment for a poor – and sexy, if I may add – student who’ll get kicked out from his own place when his brother moves back to Denver in a couple of months and his lease expires?”

“Hm...” Quinn hummed, tapping a finger to his lips as if in deep thought. “I don't know... How sexy is he, exactly?”

THE END