Snowed In (8 page)

“I had every intention of telling you how I felt that weekend. I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I hoped you felt the same and we could live happily ever after, you know?” Quinn smiled, and Nate wiped another tear off his face. “But that was before I found out about Kai and decided to stay with him. I was determined to keep you at arm’s length then, but you just...” Quinn sighed, looking for the right word. “You drive me crazy, Nate. I’m so fucking in love with you that my heart hurts and my stomach rolls every time I think about losing you forever. That night... I couldn't resist you. I just couldn't.”

Nate stared at him, so many emotions shadowing his eyes. Quinn leaned forward and, when Nate didn’t back away, cupped his face with both his hands, brushing his wild hair away. Nate’s eyes widened slightly, then darkened until the green was only a thin circle around the black pupil.

“I’m sorry,” Quinn said, his lips nearly brushing Nate’s. A slight frown crossed Nate’s face as if he wasn't sure what Quinn was apologizing for. “I should have never crossed the line that night.”

Nate grabbed his wrists, not pushing him away, but holding him even tighter.

“The line was already crossed, Quinn. I loved you so much that even if we hadn’t slept together I’d have followed you back to Chicago.”

The past tense Nate used made a little crack in Quinn's heart. “Loved me? Past tense?”

Nate shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Present tense. Always tense.”

Quinn kissed him. He couldn't stop himself even if he tried, and he definitely wasn’t trying. He craved Nate’s touch, the feel of Nate’s lips on his. The need burning inside him was so strong that he lost control. His fingers dug into Nate’s skin, his lips moved against Nate’s, his tongue searching Nate’s, sliding against it, sucking it into his mouth.

Nate crawled into his lap, straddling him, his arms weaving around Quinn's neck. Grinding against him, Nate kissed him with fierce determination, his body trembling under Quinn's touch.

“Fuck, Quinn,” Nate groaned, leaning backwards, exposing his neck. Quinn latched on the skin under his jaw, sucking and licking, supporting Nate with his arms around him as he leaned further back. “God, I missed you so much,” Nate whispered, straightening in Quinn's lap and pushing him down onto the couch. “I want you naked and begging underneath me.”

Quinn whimpered in response, his hands flying to the waistband of his sweats. Pushing them down he felt Nate gasp.

“You don’t have any underwear on?” Quinn bit his lip when Nate kissed his hipbone. “Man, that’s hot as fuck.” Nate dragged his sweats all the way down his legs and Quinn kicked them off. “Everything about you turns me on,” Nate said as he climbed back on top of Quinn. “Your lips,” he continued, looking into Quinn's eyes as he touched his lips, rendering him speechless. “Your beard.” He traced a finger over the scar on Quinn's jaw. “Your skin.” Nate’s hand slid over his neck, down his chest until it reached his painfully hard cock lying against his stomach. “Your dick.” Nate wrapped his fingers around Quinn's shaft, making him bow off the couch, nearly pushing Nate off.

“Fuck, Nate. Keep talking and touching me like that and this will be over much sooner than I planned.”

Nate quirked an eyebrow. “You have plans for this?” His hand slid up and down Quinn's cock, agonisingly slow.

“Yeah,” Quinn said, panting. “It involves you wearing much less clothes, as a start.”

Quinn stood up and lifted Nate off him in a single movement, making Nate shriek in surprise. Pulling his shirt over his head, Quinn threw it on the floor. Naked, he kneeled in front of Nate, tugging his sweats down. Nate’s hard cock sprang free, the tip moist with precome. Quinn looked up at Nate, his hunger fed by the desire in his eyes. Without being asked, Nate removed his own shirt and dropped it next to Quinn's. His stomach muscles clenched as Quinn slid his hands up his thighs, never breaking eye contact. Running his hand through Quinn's hair, Nate’s whole body erupted in goosebumps despite the burning fire behind him. 

“Touch me, please,” he rasped, his voice unsteady.

Quinn did better than that. He snuck his hands around, cupping Nate’s ass and pulling him forward until the tip of his cock was inside Quinn's waiting mouth. He closed his lips around it, swirling his tongue around the head, making Nate lose his balance.

“Christ,” Nate said, burying both hands in Quinn's hair and finding his balance. “Do that again.”

Quinn obliged and delighted in Nate’s incoherent reaction. The salty precome on his tongue made Quinn moan with pleasure, all intentions of teasing Nate forgotten as he slid his lips down Nate’s cock, taking as much of it as he could.

“Fuuuck,” Nate moaned long and low. The restraint to not push into Quinn's mouth was obvious in the way his fingers gripped Quinn's short hair.

Quinn squeezed his ass, pulling him forward. Nate met his eyes, his hand releasing his hold on Quinn's hair and sliding down to his cheek.

“Are you sure?” 

Quinn hummed around Nate’s cock, making Nate’s eyes roll back with pleasure.

The first thrusts of Nate’s hips were slow, tentative. Quinn sucked on his dick harder, cupping his balls with one hand and teasing his hole with the other.

“Jesus, Quinn, you’ll make me come,” Nate said, then gasped as the tip of Quinn's finger breached his hole. He started thrusting into Quinn's mouth harder, faster, his rhythm faltering when Quinn dug his fingers into his ass cheeks, kneading the firm flesh.

With a loud moan Nate shot down Quinn's throat, his fingers firmly in Quinn's hair. His body trembling as Quinn swallowed every drop, then licked him clean, Nate swaying on his feet.

Standing up, Quinn gathered him in his arms, kissing his neck, his jaw, his shoulder – anything he could reach. Nate moaned again, turning his head and claiming Quinn's mouth. He licked eagerly at his lips, cleaning them of any drops of his come that managed to get away. Quinn was so hard he could burst. Seeing Nate fall apart like this, making him lose himself in the pleasure Quinn was giving him, was the most erotic sight Quinn had ever witnessed. His cock strained against Nate’s thigh – hot, hard and leaking.

Nate reached to close his hand around it, still kissing Quinn, still sucking on his tongue and biting his lips as if his life depended on it.

Quinn pushed his hand away. “I’m going to come if you touch me,” Quinn whispered against his lips. “I want to come inside you, baby.”

Nate shivered in his arms, a growl vibrating in his chest. He pushed Quinn back on the couch and climbed into his lap.

“Your wish is my command,” he said with a leer, leaning down to bite Quinn's earlobe.

Grinding his hips against Quinn's cock, torturing him, Nate kissed him, palming the back of his neck. Their breaths mingled as their tongues and lips explored one another, leaving them both breathless.

“Nate... Fucking hell,” Quinn grabbed Nate’s hips and steadied them, not letting him move. “Go get the condoms and lube.”

Nate gave him a cheeky two fingered salute before he sauntered away to find what they needed. Quinn had to use any reserves of restraint he possessed not to wrap his hand around his cock and relieve some of the torturous pressure.

Nate was back in a moment, kneeling between Quinn's legs. With a devilish grin he opened the condom and slid it down Quinn's cock, then clicked the lube open and applied some over the condom with slow, deliberate movements. Quinn wrapped his hand over Nate’s, holding his gaze as their joined fingers slid up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, this is hot,” he managed to say, barely finding his voice. Quinn was so turned on he was ready to explode any second. “Climb on me, babe. Please.”

Standing up, Nate turned around, his delicious ass inches away from Quinn's face. Quinn grabbed it with both hands, squeezing the tender flesh and watching as his fingers left red marks on it. Nate brought his hand behind, his fingers glistening with lube. Without warning, he curved his spine and pushed two fingers inside his hole, making Quinn groan.

“Damn it, Nate!”

Nate turned to look at him over his shoulder, his mouth open in a silent moan, his eyes sparkling playfully. His fingers kept going in and out of his body, stretching him, making him gasp.

Quinn couldn't take the sweet torture anymore. He needed to be inside Nate right this second or his balls were going to explode.

Turning him around, Quinn knocked the lube off Nate’s hand and dragged him back into his lap. Nate laughed, straddling him and bending down to kiss him.

“I’m ready for you, baby,” he whispered as their lips separated.

Quinn nodded, reaching behind Nate to grab his cock. He kept it straight and steady as Nate lowered himself on it, his face scrunched in concentration.

“You OK?” Quinn asked once his cock was buried deep in Nate’s ass.

“God, yes,” Nate replied, his tongue sneaking out to lick his lips.

Bracing his hands on the couch cushion behind Quinn, Nate started to move. He lifted his hips slowly, then lowered himself on Quinn's cock again, finishing with a little roll of his hips. All coherent thought flew away from Quinn's mind as he watched the debauched look on Nate’s face as he rode him, his muscles taut, sheen of sweat covering his skin, the flames in the hearth casting a soft, orange glow over his body.

Quinn leaned forward, enveloping Nate in his arms, his lips finding a nipple. He sucked on it until it pebbled under his tongue, then bit it making Nate moan. His cock was hard again, rubbing against Quinn's stomach. Quinn snuck a hand between them and wrapped it around Nate’s dick, jerking him off in fast, sure movements. His own cock ached for release, his balls drawn up high, just waiting for his control to snap.

“You close?” Quinn asked breathlessly, unsure of how long he could hold off his orgasm anymore.

“Yeah,” Nate half whispered, half moaned, his hips moving faster on Quinn's cock. “Fuck, Quinn, just like that,” Nate said when Quinn's thumb found the sensitive spot under the head of his cock.

Nate leaned further backwards, panting and gasping as the change of angle hit his sweet spot every time. Quinn's arms started shaking with the strain of holding him when the coffee table caught his attention, and he had an idea. Leaning forward and reaching an arm out, Quinn dragged the table closer, right behind Nate.

“Put your hands on the table, baby,” Quinn ground out.

Blindly, Nate reached behind, Quinn still holding him until his palms were flat on the table. With a devilish smirk he resumed riding Quinn's dick, slower now, rolling his hips with every move. His cock, flushed and hard against his stomach, was rocking up and down in time with his movements, driving Quinn crazy. Without thinking, Quinn bent as far down as he could, wrapped his arms around Nate’s hips and swallowed his cock.

“Holy shit!” Nate yelled in surprise, his movements faltering. Quinn slid his hands up Nate’s body, caressing the soft skin, playing with his nipples and dragging his nails along his ribs, all the while his lips wrapped around Nate’s cock.

The position wasn’t comfortable and he couldn't bend down far enough to swallow Nate’s whole shaft, but holy fuck it was hot. With every move, Nate was riding Quinn's cock and fucking his mouth at the same time, and Quinn was very close to falling apart. His balls drew up, warning him that he was about to come and no force on earth could stop it.

Letting Nate’s cock flop out of his mouth, Quinn drew Nate back up against his chest, his hands spanning on his back. The change in position gave Nate more freedom to move and he rocked against Quinn, his breath hot and urgent on Quinn's neck.

Nate raised his head, his eyes meeting Quinn's for a moment before he brought his mouth down on Quinn's, his lips hungry and his tongue demanding, fucking Quinn's mouth in time with his hips. A loud moan erupted from the back of his throat as he spilled between their bodies, his ass clenching around Quinn's cock.

At that moment Quinn couldn't have stopped his orgasm even if he tried. His arms still held Nate close, his fingers digging into his ribs. White hot pleasure rushed through Quinn’s body momentarily blinding him from the world around him.

“Damn, that was hot,” Nate murmured against Quinn's skin. His face was buried in the crook of Quinn's neck as his body still shivered with post orgasmic bliss. Quinn caressed Nate’s back feeling velvety, damp skin under the tips of his fingers. His cock twitched inside Nate, trying to squeeze the last drops of pleasure before it slipped out.

“Shower?” Quinn asked reluctantly, not really willing to let go of Nate long enough to get to the bathroom.

“I can barely stand up, let alone fuck in the shower.” Nate straightened in his lap, his hands still clasped behind Quinn's neck as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.

Quinn chuckled softly against his lips. “I didn't say
fuck
in the shower.”

“You think I’ll have you naked and wet in front of me and not sex you up?”

Nate’s sincerely shocked expression made Quinn laugh, a deep belly laugh he hadn’t felt tickle his body in a long time.

They settled on making do with a warm washcloth for now, snuggling back on the couch in front of the fire. It glowed and crackled, warming their naked bodies and relaxing their minds. Quinn felt drunk, his brain covered in a lustful, joyous fog even though he’d only had a few sips of his cocktail. Then again, alcohol wasn’t the reason why he felt dizzy with happiness. It was Nate. He was drunk on Nate.