Snowed in for Christmas

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Benjamin

JETT CATCHES ME THE moment before I fall against his lips. It’s so easy to collapse against him, to cling to his shirt while soaking up the softness of his mouth. I thought I could start separating myself from this today, locking myself away from it so that when the inevitable end arrives, I’ll be ready for it. But as I sink against Jett’s mouth, I know nothing will ever prepare me to walk away from him. From us.

When we part, Jett cups my face, thumb rubbing against my cheek. I lean into the touch. It’s become so familiar so quickly. I can’t fathom how I’m going to live without it by tomorrow.

“We still have one more night together,” Jett says.

The words sting. Even Jett’s soothing touch can’t quench the burn buried in my chest.

“There’s one more thing I want to share with you, while we still have time,” he says. “Are you okay with that?”

I can’t imagine saying no to anything he might propose. Every new adventure has been a wonder. He’s made my body feel things I never thought it could.

“Of course,” I say.

He smiles and takes my hand, leading me toward the stairs. So much for dinner, but neither of us seem to care. When time is so fleeting and so precious, pausing even for a meal feels like a waste.

Jett brings me into his room. He nudges the door shut, which strikes me as strange at first. But no, it’s not. Our parents will be here tomorrow. If we fall asleep in each other’s arms again, that closed door might be all that saves us. He doesn’t trust us to part as we should tonight, and frankly, neither do I.

Moonlight casts a cool glow against Jett’s skin when he peels off his shirt. The light bounces off the remaining drips of snow, flooding through the window cool and cold. Jett’s hands are warm as he eases me out of my shirt. He plucks my glasses carefully off my nose and folds them up before setting them on the dresser. His fingers tickle on my waist as he nudges me closer. He draws his finger along my neck, shivers rising in his wake. His mouth follows his touch, petals of warmth brushing my skin as he sinks lower and lower.

He drops all the way to his knees, holding me by the hips, and for a moment I think he’s going to do what he did in front of the fire. My mouth waters. I never got to turn that around on him and try it for myself.

“No,” I say, and he pauses, gazing up at me. “I never got to do it.”

“I don’t care about that,” he says.

“Well, I do. What if this is my only chance?”

He doesn’t respond. The reminder of that clock rapidly ticking down sobers his enthusiasm. I use the hesitation to get him onto the bed. He sits on the edge so that when I spread his knees open, I fit perfectly between them. Then I slide his jeans down, and there he is, hard and waiting for me.

I take him in my hand, unsure of what to do. All I have to go off is what he did yesterday, but I let instinct and desire guide me as I seal my lips tentatively over his head. He sucks in a sharp breath. Encouraged, I push deeper, getting more of him into my mouth, sliding all the way down to my hand. I thought it might be too much, but the fullness not only doesn’t bother me, it feels … kind of good? Something about him pressing against my tongue, filling up my mouth, scenting every breath lures me deeper instead of convincing me to back off.

I close my eyes and start to bob as Jett’s moans patter down on my head like raindrops. He leans back on the bed, which creaks as he likely braces on his elbows behind him. His exhales are sighs; he’s hot and salty in my mouth. I quickly find I can go all the way down to my hand, and that Jett will moan every time I do it.

He tangles a hand in my hair.

“Where the hell did you learn that?” Jett groans. “I thought you’ve never done that before.”

I pop free of his cock to look up at him. “I learned from you.”

He huffs a laugh and cups my face to draw me up to his mouth. He falls back as we kiss, so I’m perched over him on my hands. The darkness is deeper here under the bunk bed, but it doesn’t hide the heat in his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me,” he says.

I pause, heat flushing through me as my eyes go wide.

“I-I-I’ve never…” I stammer. This isn’t a blowjob or some touching. This is a whole different level, one I have absolutely zero experience with. What if I screw it up? The consequences could be way worse than bad head.

“I know,” Jett says. “I’ll show you how to do it right.”

“Have you ever…”

“Yeah. Not that much, but enough, and I want to do it with you. If I don’t, if I never get the chance, I think the regret will kill me.”

“What if I hurt you?” I say.

“You won’t,” he says. “I know what I’m doing. I know what I like. You trust me, right?”

I nod.

“Then let me feel you inside me, Ben.”

Words and breath lodge in my throat. All I can do is nod again.

Jett shifts us around so I’m the one on my back on the bed. He leaves me there and goes to his duffel bag. My heart thuds as I contemplate what he must be looking for. Why did he even bring that stuff? Did he think he’d go into a town like Stone Valley and find some stranger who wanted to do this? Just how recklessly has he been living?

A protective urge wells inside me, but it’s one better stuffed down. By tomorrow, what he does and who he does it with won’t be my concern.

Jett returns, the sight of his naked body limned in cool moonlight distracting me from whatever he tosses on the bed. He starts kissing my neck, my chest, my abs.

“Left you too long,” he says, voice muffled against my skin. “You’re thinking again.”

I would laugh if he wasn’t absolutely right. Any time he isn’t touching me, the thoughts rush back in like water released from a dam. Soon, however, he’s tugging my pants down, and I forget everything except the fact that we’re both naked.

“Want you so bad,” he groans. “Will you lick me? It gets me ready better than anything.”

I nod, thinking he means his cock, but then he turns around and my eyes widen. His ass. His whole ass. Plump and firm and … waiting. Waiting for me. I flash back to our first night. Lick him. That’s what he means.

Nerves and desire clash within me, but I grab his ass. The moment my hands are full, the nerves quiet down. I crane forward, licking over him. I wasn’t sure if I was aiming for the right place, but Jett’s moan dispels my worries as my tongue leaves a trail of noisy destruction.

“Exactly like that,” he says, far breathier than a moment ago.

I heed the instruction like this is my final exam. I guess it sort of is. Fortunately for him, I’ve always been a straight-A student.

I sink against him, tasting his warmth. Squeezing my hands gives me more of his toned ass. I can’t believe anyone can actually build this much muscle in an ass, but Jett sure has, and it’s a thrilling discovery, even as my tongue explores elsewhere. I lick over a tight yet soft ring of muscle, and Jett shudders in my grasp. Oh, that’s nice. That’s really nice. I love when those shivers race through him and into my hands, so I lick him again, exactly the same way I did before, and get not just a quiver, but a moan as well.

“Fuck,” Jett rasps, and abruptly pulls away.

The suddenness startles me. “Did I do it wrong?”

He’s turning around, fiddling with a bottle of lube. “No,” he says as he tosses the bottle aside and reaches behind himself. “You were doing it too good. I wasn’t going to last if you kept going like that.”

I blink. But all I did was lick. I wasn’t even sure if I was in the right spot.

Jett doesn’t seem to care. His hand works behind him, and even I can guess what he’s doing. The thought of him reaching into himself, stretching himself open for me, makes my dick twitch as I gape at him through the dark.

A smile curls his mouth. “Like that, huh?”

He pulls his fingers free. Then he’s touching me, getting me ready. It feels wrong to just lie here and let him do everything, but as Jett speeds on, I begin to doubt I could stop him even if I wanted to. He’s the expert, and he deals with the practical parts of this with ease. Then he climbs over me, hunching in the cramped space of the bunk beds, bracing one hand beside my head as he reaches behind himself.

“Ready?”

I nod, and it turns out to be the greatest lie of my life.

The moment Jett sinks down, he knocks the breath from my lungs. Something hot and tight squeezes around the head of my cock. At the same time, Jett closes his eyes and groans between his teeth. All I can do is watch in rapt fascination as he pants with my head inside him, then sinks even lower. The pressure increases, his body wrapping around me like a hot, squeezing hand. It’s so tight it borders on unbearable, and I marvel that he’s still going, still sinking down.

By the time he fits all of me inside him, we’re both panting. My body flushes with heat. I grabbed his thighs at some point, nails digging in like if I let go I might drift away. My head is swirling from the feeling of him clutching me inside him. Jett plants his other hand on the other side of my head, hunching over me, his shaggy hair falling into his face as he gasps down at me.

I reach up, cradling his face. The moonlight kisses his nose and forehead, dancing along his lips where they remain parted around ragged breaths. His eyes are cooler than usual, hardened amber preserving this moment inside them forever.

“Ben,” he says.

Then he throws himself down at my mouth, and all I can do is catch him.

He kisses me furiously as he works himself on my cock. We moan into each other’s mouths as he rocks. My hands slide around his back, nails digging into his heated skin.

Our mouths can’t stay that way for long, not with how Jett is rocking us both with his thrusting. He can’t move far like this, but it doesn’t matter. Every single shift of his body makes the pressure within him change enough to snatch away my breath all over again.

Apparently, that isn’t enough for him.

He breaks the kiss to push up on his hands, his head nearly hitting the bed above us. My hands fall to his thighs, which flex as he pushes himself up higher and falls back down me harder. I cry out the first time he does it. The second time, my body arches into him, and he shouts almost as loudly as I do.

“Fuck, Ben, do that again,” he groans.

Somehow, I understand through the haze. Even with my eyes snapped shut against the pleasure and my body reeling, I manage to gather myself enough to shove my hips at him the next time he sinks down. He cries out again, a sound I never would have suspected he could make, but one that is oh-so sweet.

I plant my feet under me, giving myself a bit of extra leverage. It isn’t intentional. It’s raw, stupid, thoughtless instinct, some animal urge I can’t deny.

And it works.

When I use that leverage to shove my cock at him, Jett emits a long, low “fuuuuuuuck” before collapsing atop me. I take charge without thinking, wrapping my arms around him and continuing to thrust up at him. His moans are close to my ear now. His cock is trapped between us. Jett moans and moans every time I jerk up at him.

It becomes frantic, pathetic. We’re whining and clawing at each other. I don’t even know if I’d call what I’m doing thrusting. It’s wild and ridiculous, yet it has both of us groaning so loudly the neighbors can probably hear. For right now at least, I can let that thought pass harmlessly by. Nothing matters but him. No one matters but him. Everyone else can wait until the morning.

The higher up he pushes himself, the deeper I can reach inside him. He starts to do just that, until he’s basically sitting on me. I grab his cock without thinking, stroking him as I continue pistoning my hips.

For a moment, the rest of the world vanishes. There’s nothing but him, hot in my hand, gripping my cock so tightly with his body, back arched in pleasure as the moonlight splashes against his bare skin. I marvel at him, at every straining muscle, at every wince as pleasure nearly overcomes him, at every moan as he works himself on me.

At the last moment, his eyes open a sliver, but it’s enough for our gazes to lock together. Neither of us speak, but for a second, we both know. We know what this is, what it was, what it can never be. We know it’s so much more than an accident or a mistake.

“Ben,” he says, infusing the word with everything we’ve experienced these past several days.

Then his eyes slam shut as he breaks, and my world shatters into thunder.

He spurts over my hand, but I barely notice. His ass clenches around me, and my eyes slam shut as the bliss stops my heart. Everything in me goes rigid, my whole body tensing around a moment of exquisite pleasure. And then I’m falling, letting go, dissolving as release pounds out of me and into him. It feels like it goes on forever, like it’s stripping something vital out of me, but I don’t care. I welcome the crash when it comes, depositing me in a heap on that tiny bunk bed I share with Jett.

I’m still holding his softening cock. He’s still perched over me on his arms. For a moment, we stare at each other, sweaty and filthy and boneless with pleasure. And then a smile cracks open his face, and we lie there giddy.

We don’t say the words, but they ring out in every laugh.