Page 22 of A Winter Awakening

Then Gael reached for the hem of his drawers. Before Gael could remove them, Orteo dropped the cloth, stood, and turned away.

He didn’t need to see that bare arse. Didn’t need to see anything more than he already had.

“I think you can take care of the rest yourself,” Orteo said, voice tight. He stared down at his own erect cock tenting his breeches.

He heard the sound of the drawers hitting the floor. Orteo took a deep breath and kept his eyes closed. He needed to fight this temptation. He needed to control himself.

“Done,” Gael said after several moments.

Orteo let out a breath and turned back.

He didn’t know why he thought “done” meant Gael had dressed. But no, what Gael meant was that he had finished washing.

Gael stood completely naked before him. And before he could stop himself, Orteo focused his gaze on Gael’s dick resting between dark curls.

“I’ll take the used water outside,” Orteo snapped.

He leaned down and snatched up the bucket. He opened the door, strode out, and kicked the door shut behind him. A second later, he threw the bucket to land somewhere in the snow. He strode to the forest, already unbuttoning his breeches.

He needed relief. Now.

He leaned against a tree, drawing his cock free, and wrapped his hand around his shaft. It wouldn’t take long.

Images of Gael flooded his mind. His naked back. The water soaking his drawers. The sight of his cock.

His mouth dropped open as he stroked.

And why did Gael’s sweet innocence turn Orteo on even more?

Perhaps because it suggested Gael was a virgin. After all, he’d been engaged for years and it didn’t sound like he’d had sex with his intended. Orteo doubted Gael would have tupped anyone else whilst engaged.

And that meant no one had ever touched Gael.

Orteo reached down and cupped his balls, squeezing lightly as he stroked faster.

And what a privilege it would be to introduce him to the world of pleasure. To be the first one to taste his skin. The first one to suck his cock. The first one to bury his cock inside him and fuck him. The first one to spill his seed into that tight, virgin hole.

Orteo threw his head back and cried out. His seed splattered against the snow-covered forest floor.

He leaned back against the tree. He tucked himself away, buttoned his breeches, and went back to collect the bucket.

ChapterThirteen

The moon cast a silver glow over the forest. Heavy snow blanketed the ground. No bird or animal disturbed the quiet. Nor did he come across any oreads in the shadows of the spindly trees as he walked home.

Everything seemed all too still and silent after spending the day with Gael.

With each step he took away from the man and the cabin, loneliness encircled and closed in on Orteo. His footsteps slowed as the weight of solitude bore down on him. A feeling he’d been used to for years, but that melted away when he was with Gael.

When Orteo was with Gael, he felt needed. He felt useful and worthy. He felt like he was bathed in warmth. And he felt a sense of companionship and intimacy that he hadn’t felt in so long.

Not since his sister’s death.

And that made the current situation with Gael even more complicated.

Because Orteo desired Gael. He desperately wanted him. But that wasn’t all. He enjoyed their time together. He liked hearing Gael laugh and chat away, or ramble when nervous. He liked his bright smile. He treasured the comfortable silences. He cherished the moments of connection.

And he liked the way Gael looked at him. Like Orteo was someone special.