Snowed in for Christmas

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Jett

MY HEART MIGHT JUST pop before it settles down. I assumed Ben was inexperienced, but nothing? Nothing at all? How does a guy live on campus for almost four years and experience nothing in all that time? Was that his first kiss too? Did I just claim his first kiss ?

“That’s okay,” I say, trying my hardest to sound calm.

It’s not easy. My blood pounds in my ears, a thrill warbling in my chest. I like being his first, not because of some weird macho possessive thing, but because it means Ben trusts me in a way he’s never trusted anyone else. Somehow, I’m the first person he’s let in this way.

“Can I keep touching you?” I ask.

The moment in which Ben stares at me while he deliberates seems to stretch on forever. I barely breathe.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I think that’d be okay.”

I’ve never heard him so unsure of himself. He’s always the guy with a solution, the guy who knows everything, the smartest person in the room. When it comes to matters purely physical, however, I’m the expert.

I won’t let him down.

I draw him back to my mouth, kissing him gently, letting him settle against my lips. I don’t do anything else at first, waiting for the moment Ben relaxes. I can taste the tension leeching out of him as our lips press together, and only then do I use the hand on his hip to tug him closer.

He gasps when our hips meet. My cock presses against him, hard and aching, but he’s just as bad as me. I groan when his hard cock nudges at my hip, the surest proof I’ll ever get that he’s every bit as into this as I am.

Our ragged breathing turns our kisses into sloppy, groping things. It leaves our mouths open wider, which allows me to do the thing I frantically fantasized about what seems like a lifetime ago. My tongue slides into his mouth, tentatively poking around and waiting for a reaction. Ben stiffens a bit, drawing in a sharp breath at a sensation that must be strange and new to him. He doesn’t push me away, however. Even more shocking, after the beat of surprise apparently passes, he sucks on my tongue, one hard pull that startles the breath out of me.

I groan, diving at him, too riled up to resist any longer. Ben makes some tiny, surprised noise as I go in deeper, my tongue delving into his mouth, my hand on his hip tugging at him so there’s absolutely no space left between our bodies. Our clothes provide an outrageous barrier, but it doesn’t stop our hips from moving as a frenzy of lust takes over.

Even Ben is doing it. One hand grasps my shirt like he wants to claw his way through it. He rolls his hips at me, his hard cock grinding against my body as he searches for something I suspect he never realized he needed. Not until now.

I break away breathless and burning with my desire for him. I’ve been with a lot of people, but Ben is the first to make me feel like I could lose control, like I could physically tear my way through clothing just to get closer to him. I need to direct this energy somewhere before it explodes out of me.

Ben is flushed. The candlelight turns rosy as it flickers across the side of his face. His eyes are as warm as that wan light, like wood resin beading on the bark.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do next,” Ben says. It comes out quietly, like a confession, and I suppose for him it is. It’s an admission that there’s one thing he doesn’t know everything about from his books.

“You aren’t supposed to do anything,” I say.

“But…”

“Shh,” I cut in. “You’re going to lie there and look incredible, and I’m going to take care of everything else.”

Anticipation and anxiety flash across his face. I scramble into action, determined not to leave him to whirl around in his head for too long. Knowing Ben, the longer he has to think about this, the more he’ll manage to work himself up.

I throw the covers back. It’s plenty warm now, and it’s about to get a lot warmer. Ben lies there on his side as I hastily strip myself down. I would love to take my time, but with the way the wheels are churning in his brain, I doubt I have that luxury.

He seems startled by my nudity. His eyes dart all over, never resting in one spot: my abs, my shoulders, my chest, my hard cock curving up at my belly. I want to linger, to soak in the gratification of his awe, but time is of the essence, so instead I get him up and start peeling his sweater and shirt off. It’s tough with the bunk bed above us, but we manage it, then I go for his pants.

“Wait,” he says, urgent. “What are you…”

My hands pause on his zipper. His eyes dart to my cock, and I can see him doing the math in his head.

“I need to get my mouth on you,” I say. “Just my mouth.”

He blinks, swallows, but eventually nods. “O-oh. Oh. Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Y-yeah. I guess so. If that’s what you want.”

“Ben, you have no fucking idea how bad I want that.”

His eyes dart downward again. “I believe I have some idea.”

I chuckle, and some of the tension eases. He lets me unzip his pants, and even helps me get them off him. Then we’re sitting awkwardly on the bed, both of us naked and hard. I could drink nothing but this sight and never need water for the rest of my life. Ben is way more fit than I suspected, but I suppose it makes sense if he’s out in nature all the time. While not as big as me, he’s not tiny, either. His uninspiring clothing has been hiding lean muscle and the most delectable happy trail, one I’d be delighted to follow if my heart wasn’t set on other pursuits tonight.

“Should I, um…”

I don’t realize I’ve been staring until Ben stutters. I don’t bother responding, flying into motion again. I’d love to get behind him and go to town, but the bunk bed is too small for that. Instead, I lie flat on my back under him, then turn him around so his head is at my feet. He begins to stammer through a question, but I loop my arms under him and grab him by the ass, turning his words into a yelp of surprise. I have all the leverage now, and I use it to yank him toward me.

His ass is plump yet firm, and with his legs spread around my shoulders, my yanking brings the feast right to my mouth. Ben shouts when I dive straight in, licking along him. Perhaps that was aggressive considering the guy just kissed another human being for the first time in his life, but I’m ravenous, and his startled little noises only fuel my hunger.

I swirl my tongue around his hole, and Ben’s body bows at last, back bending in a curling arch. His next noise arrives muffled, suggesting his face is down in the mattress. I grip his ass tighter, squeezing hard as my tongue laps at him.

“That,” Ben gasps, “that… I never knew … it was meant to feel like th-AHt.”

I chuckle against him. Of course he’s trying to rationalize this even as it happens, but by the time I’m done with him, I mean to leave him speechless.

I push with my tongue, testing, and Ben makes the most lovely, startled, high-pitched noise. I store that away as I lick a ring around him. I mean to keep on teasing him, but Ben pushes his hips at me, already begging for more. I don’t manage to hold back a moan as his body reveals his need. As composed and cool as he likes to seem, he’s as human as the rest of us with the right prodding.

“Touch yourself,” I rasp against him.

I don’t wait for him to reply, just dive back in. This time I prod harder, pressing at that tight ring of muscle, a place no one has ever explored before. It’s all mine. He’s all mine. Every press of my tongue only solidifies that.

Ben shuffles around. His body shifts a little. I smile to myself as I realize he’s heeding my directive and grabbing for himself. He must know this much, at least. What guy hasn’t jerked himself off? This time, however, it’s going to feel so much better than he ever imagined it could.

I wriggle my tongue inside him as he strokes himself, and Ben whimpers into the mattress. He keeps emitting little blips of words, “oh” and “God” and “yes.” There are other sounds too, ones far less coherent, ground up syllables squeezing between his teeth. “Nnn” and “mmmph” and “ffffrrr.”

I close my lips around him, hold him tight, dig my tongue in as deep as I can. He jerks in my grasp, hips wild and uncontrollable now.

“Jett,” he cries. “Jett, I think I’m gonna… Oh shit, I think I’m gonna… It’ll get all over you. Jett.”

Fuck, my name is so sweet, so right when he moans it into the mattress. I ignore his worrying, licking him harder, reaching everything I can reach, gripping him so he can’t escape my mouth. He jerks like he wants to, but he’s still stroking himself, still moaning into the mattress, so I know it’s just the barrage of sensation battering him around. I hold fast, waiting, tensing nearly as much as him, digging my tongue in until he practically screams into the bunk bed beneath him.

I feel his orgasm all around me. His ass clenches. His body goes rigid. Hot, sticky cum hits my body in bursts. I dig my tongue out in time for him to go limp atop me, panting and twitching as the aftershocks of something he’s never felt before rock him.

I could watch him lie there languid and fucked out forever, but sooner than I expect, he scrambles up and turns around to face me.

“Shit,” he says, “Jett, I didn’t… Are you… Do you need…”

I do, more desperately than I have in my entire life, but I would have waited forever if he needed me to. He crouches before me, and I simply smile and move one of his hands to my cock. I stroke myself through him, keeping my hand on his and staring directly into his eyes as I move his hand along me. He’s tentative at first, too light, too delicate, but as I move him faster and harder he grips me more tightly. Soon, he’s doing it on his own, my hand simply riding along with his.

Ben gazes into my eyes, braced above me on one hand, pumping my hard cock. His breath comes fast, blowing hot against my face. I lie there and let him touch me, my brain overheating as it hits me over and over again that the person perched over me is Ben. That Ben. The same one I despised when I woke up today; the same one who trudged out into the snow to rescue my dumb ass. Our panting intermingles in the space between our lips as tension tightens my gut. Ben studies my every reaction like he’s going to dissect them in a science class, and part of me already hopes that’s because he’s storing the knowledge away for later, for another night like this one.

I come while imagining that improbable, impossible future.