Snowed In (3 page)

Chapter four

NATE FELT Quinn hesitate as he opened the door to his bedroom. Without letting go of his hand, Nate stepped over the threshold and turned around to face Quinn.

“Nate...” Quinn whispered, running a hand through his hair nervously. “Maybe we shouldn’t...”

Hell, no. Nate was not letting Quinn go, not this time.

Gently pulling him in and closing the door behind them, Nate pushed Quinn against the door and melted against him. Quinn's breath hitched. Moonlight seeped through the windows, but it was barely enough for Nate to see Quinn's face. He felt the slight trembling of his body, his shallow breaths against his skin, and definitely the hard cock underneath his shorts.

“We absolutely should,” Nate said, his lips brushing Quinn's as he spoke.

Quinn hit the door with his fist, the thump echoing in the silent room. His head fell back, making a similar sound against the solid wood. He didn’t make a move to get away, though.

Nate was done questioning himself, his actions, Quinn's actions, the whole fucking situation. He had everything he’d ever wanted –
craved
– right here in his arms and he’d sooner die than let Quinn go.

Nate slid his hands up Quinn's body, slowly, feeling hard muscle and warm skin through the thin t-shirt. Quinn didn’t move. Some kind of internal battle was raging inside him and Nate hesitated, his hands on Quinn's chest feeling the erratic, fast beating of his heart.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Quinn,” Nate said, plastering his body against Quinn's even harder, rolling his hips to make sure Quinn knew how much he wanted him right now. “I wish you’d want me, too.”

Quinn jerked his head, his eyes flying open. “You think I don’t want you?” He growled, low and deep.

Nate shrugged, stepping back a little. He didn’t know what to think anymore. Quinn’d been sending him mixed signals ever since he’d arrived. Pushing him away, then gently coaxing him back. Touching him until Nate’s skin tingled all over, then restraining himself with his hands against the door.

Seeing Nate’s disappointment, Quinn's eyes softened. He pushed himself away from the door, closing the small distance between them.

“C’mere,” he said, grabbing Nate by the back of the neck and smashing their mouths together.

The kiss was everything Nate had ever imagined, and yet so much more. Quinn's rough stubble prickled Nate’s lips while his soft, wet tongue licked the sting away. The contrast made Nate’s insides melt with lust. He wanted to feel that stubble and that wicked tongue everywhere, all at once, until he fell apart in Quinn's strong arms.

Quinn took a step forward, pushing Nate’s body backwards. They took the small distance to the bed without breaking their kiss, Quinn's fingers buried in Nate’s hair as his tongue explored Nate’s mouth.

The back of Nate’s knees hit the bed and he toppled backwards, fisting Quinn's t-shirt and pulling him down. A loud yelp escaped his mouth when Quinn landed on top of him, laughing against his lips, and letting Nate absorb the quiet sound.

The moonlight streaming through the window wasn’t enough anymore. Nate wanted to see Quinn's face, his body, every gorgeous inch of him as he lay in his bed. He’d fantasized about this moment so many times, but deep down he knew the real deal would be so much better, and he’d be damned if he missed a second of it in the darkness.

Stretching an arm to turn the bedside lamp on, Nate felt Quinn's lips drift to his jaw, kissing and licking every sensitive spot there. His beard dragged over Nate’s skin, making him shiver.

Soft glow filled the room as the lamp came to life. With one last kiss under Nate’s ear, Quinn raised his head and met his eyes. Nate didn’t see duelling emotions in there, only desire. Quinn bit his lower lip as he studied Nate, staring at him as if seeing him clearly for the first time.

“Kiss me again,” Nate rasped, needing to feel Quinn's lips on his as much as his next breath.

Quinn obliged. He kissed, licked and nipped his lips until Nate could do nothing but feel. His mind was empty of all conscious thought, the only thing that existed in this moment was Quinn and the exquisite pleasure of his soft, delicious lips.

Soon, kissing wasn’t enough. Nate needed to feel Quinn's skin against his own. He fisted his hands on the back of Quinn’s t-shirt, trying to pull it over his head. Getting the hint, Quinn grunted softly and released Nate’s mouth, sitting back to take his t-shirt the rest of the way off. Nate propped himself on his elbows, shamelessly ogling Quinn's half naked body.

“Mmmm, nice,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Wanna take the shorts off, too?”

“I will,” Quinn murmured, reaching down and pulling Nate’s t-shirt over his head. “All in good time,” he said as he leaned back down and pushed Nate into the mattress again.

Quinn rolled his hips and pressed into Nate, the hair on his chest tickling Nate’s hairless skin. He slid his hands down Quinn's back, scraping his nails along the way. Quinn kissed his neck, his collarbone, his shoulder, and moaned long and low as Nate’s fingers reached underneath his shorts, cupping his ass.

Nate rolled them around until he was on top, lying between Quinn's legs. Their hard cocks were perfectly aligned, the sensation of feeling Quinn's arousal against his own so intense that Nate doubted he’d last much longer.

Quinn's arms came around him, his hands roaming his skin, mapping every inch of it. Nate kissed him, a shiver running through him when Quinn's slick tongue played with his own. Allowing instinct to take over, Nate let his hips grind against Quinn's until Quinn gasped into his mouth, and growled.

“Stop. You’ll make me come.”

Nate’s heart did a somersault when he saw that he had the same effect on Quinn as he had on him. Quinn, the gorgeous, beautiful Quinn,
his
Quinn, was lying helpless underneath him, entirely possessed by his desire for Nate.

“I’ve never allowed anyone to fuck me,” Nate whispered, his lips finding Quinn's earlobe and sucking on it gently.

Quinn stiffened underneath him, his hands clutching his thighs almost painfully.

“I wanted it to be you,” Nate said, raising his head to meet Quinn's eyes. “Only you.”

Quinn squeezed his eyes shut but not before Nate saw the raw emotion there. The conflict was back, fighting behind those deep, brown eyes, and Nate had no idea how to fix it.

Well, maybe he had
one
idea.

He sucked Quinn's plump lower lip between his, tasting it until Quinn moaned. They kissed and grinded against each other until they were panting, unable to catch their breath or utter a single word.

On jelly legs, Nate stood up from the bed, tucking his fingers underneath the waistband of his shorts and shucking them down. He crawled back on the bed on his hands and knees, naked, his eyes never leaving Quinn's.

Quinn was rubbing his cock through his shorts, his lip between his teeth as he watched Nate like a hungry predator. Nate moved between Quinn's legs, pulling his shorts down, too. Quinn's hard cock sprang free, his hand closing around it in an instant.

“No,” Nate said, swatting Quinn's hand away. “This is mine.”

His lips closed around the head of Quinn's cock and Nate sucked lightly, his gaze never leaving Quinn's.

“Fuck,” Quinn cursed, his hips jerking off the bed.

Encouraged by his reaction, Nate slid his mouth lower and took as much of Quinn's cock as he could. He rolled his balls with his other hand, gently teasing his taint at the same time.

Quinn writhed on the bed, his hands fisted in the sheets, his eyes nearly black with manic need. Nate knew he should stop if he wanted Quinn to fuck him, but the taste of him was addicting. Easing on the sucking action, Nate lapped at the head, humming his appreciation as he tasted Quinn's precome. He slid his lips down the shaft – just gentle, wet kisses – teasing Quinn instead of taking him to the edge.

“Nate...” Quinn growled in frustration.

Nate let go of his cock and climbed up his body, leaving a trail of little kisses, licks and nips along the way. When he reached Quinn's lips he licked at them, teasing them open. Quinn palmed the back of his neck, bringing their mouths together in an urgent, open mouth kiss that made Nate’s toes curl.

“How do you want me?” Nate asked as he reached for the condoms and lube in the nightstand.

Quinn's breath tickled his neck as he said, “We don’t have to go that far tonight, Nate.”

Nate laughed softly, leaving the stuff they’d need next to the pillow and laying fully on top of Quinn again. He cupped his cheek with one hand and smoothed his hair with the other, their eyes locking.

“I think it’s too late for that. At least for me.”

Quinn watched him, unblinking, his eyes full of questions. Nate’s emotions swelled inside him until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I love you, Quinn. Always have.”

Quinn's eyes widened in surprise. Nate’d always thought his feelings for Quinn were so obvious, so transparent to anyone who knew him, that Quinn's reaction puzzled him. Surely it wasn’t such a shock, was it?

“I...” Quinn began, but his mouth opened and closed a few times without any more words coming out of it.

Nate was done talking. He’d put his heart in Quinn's hands and prayed he wouldn’t break it.

Leaning down, Nate met Quinn's lips in a hard kiss. Quinn didn’t immediately respond but once Nate licked and gently sucked his lower lip, he felt Quinn's body relax under him. Quinn's hands came around his waist, clutching at him so hard Nate could barely breathe. His fingers would certainly leave bruises on his ribs, and Nate loved it. The idea of Quinn's mark on him made his dick throb, turning him on even more if that was possible.

Thrusting his hips into Quinn's, Nate groaned as their hard, wet cocks slid together. It was so good, too good.

“Quinn... Please,” Nate rasped, unable to stop his jerky movements against Quinn's skin. “Fuck me. Please. I want to come with you inside me.”

Even before the last words left his mouth, Quinn growled, turning them over. He clasped Nate’s hands above his head and kissed him, a frenzy of lips, tongues and teeth that sent Nate dangerously close to the edge. Quinn pushed his legs even further apart with his knee, and, still holding Nate’s hands, trailed kisses, bites, and licks down his throat.

“Quinn...” The name was no more than a whiff of air leaving Nate’s lungs, but he got the hint. Leaning back on his hinges, Quinn made quick work of the condom and slicking his cock, before he squeezed some more lube onto his fingers and brought one to Nate’s hole.

The first touch on Nate’s most sensitive spot sent a shock of pleasure through his whole body. He was already on the brink of coming, his body so aroused, so eager to feel Quinn inside him.

Nate’s gaze didn’t waver from Quinn's. Their eyes were locked together like magnets, intensifying the pleasure of Quinn touching him. Biting his lip in concentration, Quinn added another finger, stretching Nate to a point of pain. Nate winced but didn’t look away.

He’d imagined this every time a faceless guy in a club had given him a blowjob. Every time a one night stand had writhed underneath him, begging for
more
and
harder
. Every time he’d jerked off in the shower, Quinn's face appearing behind his eyelids.

It seemed his imagination had failed him every single time because the real feeling of Quinn's hands on him,
in
him, the view of Quinn's gorgeous body glistening with sweat, the intensity in his dark eyes as he watched Nate lose his mind, was magical. Addictive.

Quinn curled his fingers and found Nate’s prostate, making all thoughts flee his brain like a scared flock of birds. Nate couldn’t think anymore, all he did was
feel
. The waves of agonising pleasure were making his body thrum. He felt like he was flying and falling at the same time.

“God, you’re so beautiful like this,” Quinn whispered, leaning down on top of Nate, his fingers still massaging his prostate. Nate grabbed his face and kissed him, his hips moving on their own accord as he rolled them around Quinn's talented fingers.

“Quinn... I need you... Please,” Nate managed to say through the haze of pleasure enveloping his whole being.

The emptiness Quinn's fingers left behind was shocking; Nate gasped, then groaned in protest, but Quinn swallowed every sound he made with his eager, shattering kisses. Aligning his body on top of Nate, Quinn propped himself on his elbows on both sides of Nate’s head. They kept kissing, unable to unglue from one another as Nate felt the tip of Quinn's cock push against his ass.

Nate tried to push against Quinn, make him fill him faster, impatient to feel all of him inside, but Quinn pulled back, separating their lips.

“No,” he said firmly, but gently, his dark eyes revealing how fragile Quinn's hold on his control was. “We do this my way, or not at all.” Nate whimpered, shaking his head. He wanted Quinn
now
, how did he not get it? “I refuse to hurt you, Nate. Calm down a little and let me make this good for you.”

“I want you. So bad,” Nate managed to say, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a shaky whisper.