And I came over the blanket I was kneeling on top of, an orgasm that took me so high it was almost an out-of-body experience, my whole body seemingly on fire and surrounded in white light, ropes of cum pouring out of me as my dick pulsed and pulsed, until I felt Aiden do the same inside me and the sensations eventually became almost too good to bear.
Holy fuck.
Aiden
I woke up to some kind of unfamiliar noise overhead, one that had my whole body tensing up ready to go into fight or flight mode.
After a minute, I relaxed.
I glanced down and saw that Cade was waking up, too. He’d frozen somewhere between laying with his head on my chest and sitting up. I couldn’t tell whether he was afraid of the noise or just freaked out to realize we’d woken up naked in bed together, but I decided to be generous and assume it was the first one.
“It’s the rescuers,” I told him, my voice a little dry from sleep. “They’re somewhere up there, digging through the snow.”
“They’re coming for us,” Cade whispered back, almost like it was such a thing of wonder he didn’t know if he believed it.
“You bet they are,” I said. My hand was slung over his shoulder, across his front, and I felt the urge to draw him closer and kiss his forehead. Before I could, he shivered, shifting away from me to grab the edge of his blankets and pull them up closer over his chest.
“You cold?” I asked. I glanced over at the fire; the embers were low, only giving out just enough light to see the closest area of the room around us. “I’ll throw some more wood on.”
“Thanks,” Cade said, shivering again and nestling down further into the blankets as I got out.
Fuck – it was cold out here, especially without any clothes on. And I knew that getting out of the covers would reveal the fact that my dick had woken up before me this morning… but I didn’t care about hiding that.
In fact, I was counting on Cade seeing it.
I squatted down by the fire to move more logs inside the furnace and stoke them a little until they caught, then sat back satisfied to feel the warmth on my bare skin. It still wasn’t enough to keep me feeling warm. I looked around as I stood and caught Cade staring at my body – and specifically at my morning wood, eyeing it like it was a snack and he was starving.
I was more than happy to sate his hunger.
Last night had been incredible. Seeing him cum with my dick in his ass – watching his body tense and relax, seeing how he went boneless when I found the right spot – it had pushed me right over the edge. I wished we could have made it last a bit longer, but either way, the sex was clearly earth-shattering. We had the kind of compatibility in bed that I couldn’t even have dreamed of. In fact, I had dreamed of it all night long – hence the reason for my dick already being at full attention and ready to go as soon as I woke up.
I climbed back onto the bed and lifted up the whole nest of blankets we’d buried ourselves under last night, sliding in deliberately close to him so that my erection brushed against his naked thigh. “I guess we probably shouldn’t have been so reckless with one of our precious blankets,” I said, my voice low, deliberately reminding him of the reason why one of them was discarded on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” Cade said. His voice, in contrast, was tight and tense. “It was my fault.”
Shit. That wasn’t supposed to make him sad. “Hey, I was only kidding,” I said. I reached down and lifted his chin, making him look at me. “I’m not mad or anything. We kept each other warm.”
“Yeah,” Cade said, but even though his words were in agreement, his face and tone still seemed sad.
I relaxed a tiny bit, letting go of the tension in my body. There was no point focusing on my dick right now, hard or not. Okay, so I ached for him to touch me, to be able to slide into him again. But it wasn’t going to happen right now, so I had to try to ignore that burning need and focus on what was going on with Cade.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Other than being stuck under a mountain of snow, waiting to be rescued, and hoping we don’t run out of food and drink?” Cade asked. His tone was flat and he was refusing to look at me. He made a small squirming movement under the covers. “And not being able to wash for two days?”
“We should be able to do something about that,” I said, latching onto the only thing I could really help with. “We don’t have warm water, but we can still get clean.”
“Splashing ice cold water at myself from the sink doesn’t count as getting clean,” Cade scowled.
“You can pour it over yourself from the bottles,” I suggested. “They’re not as cold.”
“I don’t want to use the bottled water,” Cade said. “We need it for drinking. I’ll just have to put up with feeling gross.”
“I have other methods, too. Come on. Stand by the fire,” I said. I scrambled out of bed again, this time without quite the same effect. The mast I’d had waving between my legs was well and truly down. Something about seeing Cade upset or uncomfortable killed any arousal I’d felt immediately. I wanted to look after him, not worry about myself.
“Why?” Cade said, though I saw when I looked over my shoulder that he was reluctantly doing it anyway. He struck me as the kind of guy who had spent his whole life being obedient. A good boy.
I thought about what might happen if he could be persuaded to rebel a little, and my mouth went dry.
