“Hi Tommy, I sure am. Got some more work to do, and it's the perfect time of year.”
Tommy settled into one of the adirondack chairs with a big sigh.
“I sure am glad I saw you. Are you staying nearby? This guy, Mr. Winthorpe, isn't looking too good, might have a fever, and I was worried to leave him alone up here. We might have weather coming, you know.”
“Yeah, I feel the change in the air. With the sun setting it's gonna get colder quick before the clouds roll in.”
He looked at the darkening sky, then stood up. “Yeah, gotta get going. If you're staying nearby, would you mind checking in on him? Like I said, I think he's getting sick and being all alone up here with no help would be dangerous. He's a nice guy, wouldn't want the wolves to get him. If you're not able to, could you give a shout down to the lodge and see if they can get him some meds or have the doc come see him? I think he's some big time writer or something. Wouldn't want something to happen to him and have all kinds of press up here on the mountain.”
I shuddered at the thought of those journalistic vultures up here.
“I'm nearby, so I'll make sure he doesn't wander into the woods and become a statistic.”
“Thanks Mr. Scott. Have a good evening.”
As Tommy carefully drove back down the mountain, I walked into my cabin and observed my new roommate. He was curled into a shivering ball on the sofa underneath a blanket, so all I could tell was he had dark hair, and lots of it.
I had no idea how he and Tommy had managed to accidentally think my cabin was his. I figured Tommy made a wrong turn up the mountain and assumed this was the rightplace. We were the furthest cabin away from the lodge perched on the edge of the property backed up to federally preserved land. This place, to be accurately described, was in the middle of nowhere, so for them to make it all the way up here accidentally was a miracle.
I had an odd feeling pulling me to check on him, but decided to let him sleep for a while and delay the questions for later. Ignoring the insistent urge, I checked on the fire, then went to take a quick shower before making dinner.
As I started the warm water and got it beyond hot, I tried to make a list of things to do to get ready for not only another mouth to feed, but also a possible snowstorm. I usually lingered in the shower, enjoying some stroke and release time, after I shifted and flew. There was nothing that could make me more horny than getting in touch with my literal wild side. As I stepped into the shower, I relived the flight today. I let my hands slip down my soapy chest, loving the feel of my dark, coarse hair on my palms. Lower and lower my hands drifted, teasing myself with my barely there touches and brushes of fingertips to my outer thighs, then inner thighs. I teased my nipples, pulling and tweaking them until I felt the surge of pleasure down until finally reaching my throbbing cock bobbing in front, begging to be worshipped. To slow down and take the edge off, I tried to go back to thinking about having someone else here for the next few days and how I needed to plan for all contingencies. I attempted to think about having another person as a guest for a while and how I probably needed to add more groceries to be delivered just to be safe. It seemed like a safe way to edge myself and prolong my sexy time, but as soon as I started thinking about Mr. Winthorpe with his thick brown hair snuggled in a blanket on my sofa, my body went haywire.
I dreamed of dark soft hair sliding across my groin as pillowy lips slid up and down my cock. Cool gray eyes would smile up atme as my cock hit the back of a hot slick throat and he swallowed me whole.
That was all it took. I felt the build up in my thighs and ass cheeks, before I shot my load with such force it hit me in the face before surging again and again slipping through my stroking fingers to hit the navy tiles on the shower floor. I leaned against the cold tile wall to prop myself up since I'd somehow lost the ability to stand without help. My knees were shaky and my heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest. I took a deep breath, realizing how I'd let my imagination run away with me. Releasing my softened cock, I let the cooling water wash away my dirty thoughts down the drain.
“Jesus, what's wrong with me? The man's sick for Christ sake, and here I am dreaming about getting him on his knees.”
Disgusted at myself, but still a little turned on, I washed again in the cold water, trying to get myself together. It had obviously been too long. It was the only explanation for me having come so hard I nearly passed out from thinking about a man I hadn't even seen yet. I mean what other reason could it be?
5
RYAN
Iwas in and out of consciousness, for how long I didn't know. The heat was unbearable, but I shook like a leaf on a tree in a hurricane. I thought Tommy might have come back at some point, because someone had said something to me about hydration. They'd held a bottle of water for me to drink and held up a little plastic cup with some terrible tasting cherry medicine in it. I'd bitched about the taste, but then sleep dragged me under again.
After the chills, the sweating started. That's when I moved.
“Come on, Mr. Winthorpe, let's get you into some dry pjs and into the bed.”
Tommy didn't sound like Tommy anymore. His voice was silky and deep, like rich silk velvet sliding across my skin. How could it be possible to have a high fever and still tent my jeans? I might have enjoyed the feeling if I didn't have more than enough shitty feelings to deal with. Instead of liking being turned on I was too sick for me body to turn on me. It just pissed me off. How dare Tommy do that to me!
“Quit sounding so sexy, Tommy. I got a boner the size of a decent salami, and it feels like the outline of my zipper will be permanent.”
He had the audacity to laugh and that made me even madder. If my head didn't hurt so bad I would have opened my eyes to give him a withering stare, but my head was killing me so I Kept them closed and yelled at him instead. “It's not funny, dammit. I don't wanna feel hot right now. Well, I mean I obviously feel hot, I just sweat through three layers of clothes and a blanket, but I don't want to feel sexy when I feel like shit. I'm tired and achy and sweaty, and I'm tired of feeling bad.”
Strong hands picked me up off the sofa in one swift move. My eyes popped open in time to see the fireplace pass by, then I was being carried to another room, presumably the bedroom. I knew that because I saw a king size bed in the middle of the room.
I hadn't realized how much I'd wanted to snuggle in a real bed until that moment. And that's when I started to cry.
“I'm sorry I yelled, Tommy. I don't feel good and I'm so tired. I promise I'm not an asshole most of the time. You know, most can be assholes sometimes, but I do try.”
That deep laugh slid over my skin again and irritated me, but I didn't yell this time.
“I agree that most people can be assholes, but you've got a legitimate reason, so we'll let it slide. I'm gonna sit you on the bed and I've got you some pj's set out for you. Go ahead and charge and crawl into bed. I'll bring you some soup and meds, okay?”
I was put down on the bed in the dark room with only the light from the bathroom lighting the way. Before I could thank him, he was gone back to the kitchen. I slowly stripped out of the sweaty clothes and threw them in a pile next to the bed. When I was down to my underwear, I just shrugged and took them off too. There were no clean ones, but the soft fleece pants on thebed next to me would be comfy enough without them. After I got the pants on and pulled the cotton tee over my head, I felt like I'd run a marathon through a swamp wearing a fifty pound weighted vest.
