StormingLove Blizzard JensElliot (3 page)

The bathroom door opened, and guilt washed over Jens. The only reason he’d acted so rashly and sent a goodbye note to Bruce was because, if something happened with Elliot, he wanted to be able to tell the guy that he wasn’t attached.

“Thanks, I’ll turn off the light when you get to the bed.” Jens realized it would be stupid to make Elliot walk across the room in the dark when the bathroom was so close to the wall switch.

Elliot turned his dark eyes on Jens, and he melted. Hell, he’d do anything for this guy, all he had to do was ask.

“Thanks, I appreciate you being nice. I know neither one of us expected this when we showed up here today.”

“No, I wasn’t expecting to walk in on a naked guy,” Jens laughed.

Elliot’s face turned bright red, and his gaze dropped to the floor. “God, I’m mortified.”

“Don’t be. Really, it’s okay. I’ll be ready for bed very soon. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Elliot moved to the bed, and Jens flipped off the light before he crawled between the sheets. It would be too much to watch Elliot snuggle in for sleep. Bad enough they would be spending the night together.

Jens washed his face and brushed his teeth. After taking a quick piss he stared at himself in the mirror. “What the hell am I doing?” he whispered. Elliot was a nice guy, and here he was thinking about going out there and kissing him. He shook his head and frowned. “Do not kiss that man.”

He straightened his shoulders before turning to face the door. His hand shook as he reached to turn off the light. He questioned the wisdom of sleeping with Elliot, but he left the bathroom and moved to the bed, walking slowly as he thought about the path, not wanting to bang his foot on the bed. He reached out and felt the blankets. Elliot moved, the sound of his breathing a welcome comfort. Jens loved sleeping with another person, but in the last few months Bruce hadn’t spent the night. Any thoughts of snuggling were pushed aside as he remembered that he and Elliot didn’t know each other at all. He wouldn’t force himself on this man.

The shushing sound of the snow falling outside was audible now that neither of them were talking or making any other noise. Jens rolled to his side, turning away from Elliot. He wished he could roll to him or back up and feel the warm press of Elliot’s torso against his. Once he got home, he’d find a guy who actually wanted a real relationship. The last few years had been wasted with Bruce. They’d started off great but had nothing now. He sighed heavily and rolled to his back.

“I looked while you were in the bathroom. It’s beautiful out there,” Elliot said in a near whisper, his deep voice vibrating all the way through Jens.

He closed his eyes and rolled to face Elliot. He hadn’t just turned over but actually moved closer to the man, wishing he had the right to move even closer. “When I was a baby, my dad was a ski instructor in Kongsberg, Norway. I grew up in the snow, learning to ski long before I should have been on the slopes.”

“You don’t really have a pronounced accent.”

“My mom’s American and my dad a Norwegian, who grew up in England. They were into free love and being themselves, hippies after their time. Anyway, they spoke English at home, so I have an accent when I speak Norwegian.”

“Your voice really is beautiful. I think I could sit and listen to you talk for hours.”

He laughed and reached out with his hand, not trying to touch Elliot but needing to be closer to him. “Thanks. I sometimes say things wrong, but I try to get everything right. I’ve been living in America for the last few years. That helps.”

“So you have dual citizenship?”

“Actually I’m Norwegian, English, and American.”

Elliot groaned then snorted.

“What?” Jens asked.

“Nothing. It was a very dirty thought, and I’m glad the lights aren’t on. I’d be mortified if you knew what I was thinking. I’m sorry. You’re probably so pissed that you have to share this room with me. I can leave if you want me to.” Elliot rolled away.

“Wait.” Jens reached out and caught his arm, holding him in place.

The snow on every surface outside reflected light, allowing him to see Elliot turn to him, a pained expression evident on his face. Jens sat up and moved, his breath stalling as he drew closer. Jens didn’t want Elliot to leave. He wanted to kiss him, but would Elliot be okay with that?

“Would it be okay if we just laid back down and...I don’t know, maybe I could—God, I’m so bad at this.”

“I want to kiss you,” Elliot said.

His gaze shot to Elliot’s, locking on as they both gulped in air. He leaned forward, and Elliot closed the rest of the distance, their lips brushing over each other’s so sweetly, his throat closed up. Elliot moved slowly, his fingers trailing over Jens shoulder and behind his neck. Jens allowed Elliot to lead their movements. He didn’t even realize what Elliot was doing until he was flat on his back, Elliot hanging above him. The light pressure on his mouth increased, and he moaned. Elliot’s tongue licked at his lips, and he opened, allowing Elliot to dip in, brushing his tongue over his. He moaned again and arched his hips up, searching for relief.

His blood boiled, and heat spiked as Elliot took the kiss deeper. Their tongues swiped against each other, Elliot taking a long lick over his lips before diving back in again. Elliot’s hands skated over his chest, barely touching as he ran his palm over Jens’ pec, brushing against his nipple.

Jens reached for Elliot and pulled him closer. The sweet speed of their kiss from before was abandoned for wrestling under the covers. He tugged at Elliot’s shirt, shivering as his fingers brushed over the exposed flesh.

Elliot pulled back, and Jens complained and tried to follow, but he placed a hand on Jens’ chest, stopping him. “Let me undress.”

“Oh God.” Goose bumps broke out over his arms.

“Is that okay?”

“Please.” Jens reached down and pushed his sweats off, leaving his underwear in place.

Elliot reached down and ran his fingers over the waistband of Jens; boxer briefs. “Maybe I can take those off in just a few minutes, but only if you want me to.”

Jens nodded, his dick so hard, he wondered if he’d blow early. Elliot stood and stripped, revealing his totally gorgeous body. Jens reached for his dick, stroking his length under the cloth. The light level outside allowed him to see all of Elliot. Jens gulped. The cute little dick had come to life, leaving him worried about the size and what Elliot would want to do with it.

The bed dipped as Elliot crawled back onto the mattress. He hung over Jens, his gaze intense.

“I swear I won’t do anything you don’t want to. God, you are beautiful.” He lowered and kissed the side of Jens’ neck before sliding lower, his fingers massaging Jens’ chest. “Your muscles feel good in my hands.”

“Your hands feel good on me.”

“What about my lips? Do you like those?”

“God, yes. Keep doing that. I love it.”

He felt Elliot smile against his skin before continuing to kiss him. He moved lower, his hands and lips coming closer and closer to the band of his underwear. Elliot paused and breathed in deeply before blowing it all out. He lifted up on his arms and hung above Jens’ face. Disappointment swirled through Jens.

“I’m really not this guy.”

“What?” Jens asked.

“I’m not the guy who does random fucks with strangers, and, no matter how hot I am for you or how hard my dick is, I can’t let go of the thought in my head that this is wrong. I’m the shy one, the one who rarely dates. I don’t go to bars and hookup. I can’t—I can’t go down on you. I want to, at least my dick wants to, but God, I—I’m…”

Elliot dropped to the bed beside him, putting his arm over his eyes. Jens reached out and pulled him close, pushing his shoulder, so he’d flip to his side. Elliot’s whole body went stiff.

“It’s okay. Let me just hold you,” Jens said.

Elliot nodded and moved so his ass pressed up against Jens’ erection. Jens bit his lip and held his breath for a few seconds, wishing Elliot hadn’t stopped. He’d rushed Elliot, but that kiss had been so freaking hot, he’d thought he would combust.

“You’re too nice,” Elliot said.

Jens laughed and hugged him closer. “With my boner poking you in the rear, I don’t feel so nice.”

“That’s why you’re nice. I don’t think I’d be as nice as you’re being with my dick resting against the crease of a guy’s ass.”

Jens groaned and backed away an inch, wishing he were grinding against Elliot instead. Elliot turned in his arms, and their cocks brushed against each other. Both of them hissed and stilled. Jens held his breath. It felt like his heart would beat right out of his chest. Then Elliot was kissing him again, his tongue begging Jens to open for him.

Raw desire guided his actions. Jens didn’t hold back though Elliot had been hesitant and just stopped their groping minutes ago. He wanted to feel the touch of another man’s hand on his cock and the slide of his lips on his flesh. He pressed forward, brushing his dick against Elliot’s. They both gasped and ground together harder.

Elliot pushed Jens to the mattress and lay on top of him, his hips moving slowly as he pumped and rocked against him. Jens pulled out of the kiss and sucked in air. His head was spinning, and even if Elliot stopped, he was going to come.

Jens reached between them and pushed his underwear out of the way. Their dicks touched. The heat drove him wild, and he threw back his head, sucking in air as he tried to stop his head spinning. He took both of their dicks in his hand and began stroking. Elliot moaned and shivered. His thrusts became more insistent. Then he stilled, his whole body going stiff.

“Fuck, oh—fuck!” Elliot came, his hot cum shooting onto Jens’ chest.

Jens looked between them, seeing the ropes of semen between them. The scent of man sweat, and heat, mixed with the cum on his chest, and he lost it, coming hard as he arched up into Elliot.

Elliot rolled off him, and he felt a huge wave of disappointment hit him. Then Elliot was back with his shirt, cleaning both of their chests and pulling up the underwear around Jens’ thighs.

Jens looped his arm around Elliot’s neck, preventing him from escaping. “That was magnificent. Thank you. I know you don’t fuck around, so really, thank you. I needed that.”

“I needed it, too, even if I do feel a little guilty, but I’ve not felt so alive in ages.”

Elliot glanced away, and Jens lifted up to kiss him again. Elliot moaned into his mouth, and that stoked Jens’ fire hotter. They’d just come, but he could go another round, if Elliot were up to it. Jens took the shirt from Elliot’s hand and dropped it on the floor before pressing Elliot to the mattress. The kiss wasn’t slow or sweet. Instead he put all of his passion into it, his tongue diving into Elliot’s mouth. He ran his hand down Elliot’s chest to his waist. The man felt good. His skin was smooth, with taught muscles underneath. They were both moving their hips again, neither of them hard, but he was starting to get there.

Jens slid his hand across the flat plane of Elliot’s stomach, slowly getting closer to his dick. He didn’t want to frighten the guy off. Elliot had instigated, giving the first sign of interest, but the shy comment had been a warning. Elliot may want to be doing this stuff, but he was touchy.

Elliot lifted his hips and wiggled just a bit, pushing his dick against Jens’ hand. They both moaned as he let his fingers glide over the soft shaft. He ended the kiss and sat up, staring down at Elliot’s beautiful cock.

“I know we don’t know each other, and I can’t believe we’re in bed together, but you have an exceptionally pretty cock.”

“Pretty?”

“Even soft, you look good. I just want to cup your dick and balls all night long.”

Elliot blushed, his face flaming red. “Thanks.”

“When you were hard earlier, damn, so fucking beautiful. I wanted to lick you so much.”

Elliot’s hand brushed over Jens’ hip and down to his lap. “I can’t believe we’re doing anything like this. It’s been so long since anyone has wanted me.”

“I’m sure that’s not the truth. I bet guys and girls want you all the time.”

“No one asks me out.”

“You kind of send mixed signals.”

Elliot jumped up and headed to the restroom, Jens was out of bed quickly, scrambling to catch him before he shut the door. Jens grabbed his shoulders and held him still.

“Like this, why’d you run away from me?”

Elliot closed his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t know how to read people. I think guys are into me, and they turn out to just want friendship. I’ve gotten burned badly a few times.”

“Sometimes you have to chance it.” The pain on Elliot’s face was gut wrenching. “Tell me.”

Elliot bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Jens took his hand and led him back to the bed, tucking him under the covers and holding him close. They lay like that for a long while, Jens stroking Elliot’s torso but staying away from his dick.

Eventually Elliot drifted off to sleep, and Jens fought to stay awake to enjoy the snuggle time. He woke to the sound of Elliot’s soft snores and nuzzled in closer. The blankets were pulled up to his shoulders. The cold nip in the room chilled his head and face. Jens moved a little, and he draped his arm over Elliot’s chest, hoping to keep him in bed for a while. The movement startled Elliot awake. His eyes were wide, and Jens could feel the wild thumping of his heart.

CHAPTER FOUR

Elliot had no clue what had gotten into him. He was in bed with a total stranger, and he was naked.

Naked!

What the hell was he doing? He couldn’t have just found some guy to date, no, he had to go off and end up in bed with a guy. The fear hit him again, and he wondered how big of a mistake he’d made.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom.” He rolled out of bed, cursing the freezing floor, his naked ass, and his dick that was so hard he would have to wait a while to pee. He wasn’t going to look back and see if Jens was watching him walk across the room. Really it wasn’t the watching that would bug him, it was the not watching that frightened him more. With only two steps left to go, he glanced back over his shoulder and saw Jens’ gaze on him, lust shining bright in his eyes.