Maybe I shouldn’t have encouraged him to think about it so much.
“Hello?”
Both of us turned and lunged for the radio, but Aiden was the one to grab it. He pressed the respond button quickly. I had already recognized the voice as the member of the rescue team who seemed to be assigned to talk to us. “Hello,” Aiden replied. “Do you have any news for us?”
“I do,” he said, and from his voice, he sounded pleased. “We’ve been able to break through the snow on the other side of the chalets quicker than expected. You’re now the last remaining chalet to be dug out, and we’re quietly confident we’ll be with you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” Aiden repeated, and my stomach dropped right down to my feet. “That’s great! Thank you!”
“We’ll see you soon,” the rescuer promised, and I hoped he was wrong.
Because all of this was about to be over, and it made me feel like telling them to just leave me here on my own forever.
Aiden
I put the radio back carefully where it had been, staring at it. I just needed a second. I turned and plastered a bright smile back on my face for Cade’s benefit.
It was fake. Completely and entirely fake. I just didn’t want him to feel bad that I was disappointed.
No, disappointment wasn’t the word. It was more like… regret.
Regret that all of this was going to end tomorrow, and I was going to miss it. As strange as that sounded, I was really going to miss being down here with my Red.
MyRed. Except he wasn’t mine at all. He was probably going to get out of here and run back to his ex – or find a new way to value himself and move on. Once he was out of here, he wasn’t going to be interested in an inexperienced friend of his brother who was still confused about who he was. Cade would want someone who was gay and proud of it. Someone who knew what he was doing. Probably most importantly, someone who didn’t share a locker room with his brother.
It was all going to be over… which meant the only thing we could do now was to make the most of the time we had left.
“They’ll be here tomorrow,” I said, fixing him with a slightly manic grin. “You know what that means?”
“What?” Cade asked, giving me a suspicious look. Maybe my smile wasn’t as convincing as I hoped.
“It means we’re not going to be disturbed today. And we have enough logs to keep that fire going and keep us warm.” I shifted closer towards Cade, still sitting on the end of the bed, and put my hand on the small of his back before waggling my eyebrows. “Which means we don’t need our clothes to stop us from freezing.”
Cade looked at me over his shoulder and bit his lip.
The expression was just too much for me to take.
I lunged at him, capturing that mouth with my own and sucking his lower lip into my mouth. He melted against me, letting himself lean back and rest on my shoulder, lifting his face up towards mine. We kissed long and slow, exchanging lip nibbles and tongue wrestles, my hand stroking up and down Cade’s side. He moaned and softened against me even more. My blood was so heated I felt like I must be cooking from the inside.
I didn’t want this to ever end.
Except I did – because I wanted to do even more things with him. I wanted to taste him in other ways. I was getting addicted to the taste of him – and more than that, to watching him squirm with pleasure at everything I did.
I moved slowly, managing to keep our mouths connected as I shifted my body around on the bed to eventually sit beside him. Then I finally had to break contact as I slipped to the floor, kneeling in front of him and pushing his legs open so I could get between them. He bit his lip again, his cheeks flushed, and watched as I pulled his pants and briefs out of the way. He was semi-hard, but as soon as I pulled his dick out of all that fabric and pumped it in my fist just a couple of times he was hard as a rock and ready for me.
“Aiden,” he breathed.
“Keep on saying my name, Red,” I told him, my voice guttural and cracking. “You get me so fucking hard when you say it like that.”
Cade groaned low in his throat, his eyes widening as I moved closer to him, taking his dick into my mouth. I took just his head at first, swirling my tongue around and over it until he threw his head back with a cry.
Then I launched my real attack – taking him all the way down as best as I could and clamping my lips around his base, to pull back and begin pumping my head rhythmically.
“Oh, god,” Cade muttered. “Oh, god, oh god, oh god – Aiden!”
I made a humming noise without taking my mouth off him, encouraging him to say more. His hips jerked in response and he cried out wordlessly again before he could reply.
“You’re – it’s too – I’m already close…” he panted out, managing to make enough sense to be understood but only just.
