Page 10 of Love on Ice (Love in Terengia #5)

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THE PERFECT STORM

Sebastian

Smiling, I look out the car window as the world flashes past. The last week was even better than I dared to dream.

Michael loved exploring the cities we took a detour through. And even though I was mostly interested in their history, I made sure my planning included things Michael loved too.

I'll never forget the sight of him entering the shopping center in Montreal that had an ice rink — a huge ice rink — in the middle of it. It was so surreal. We rented skates, and of course, that was it. I couldn’t get Michael off it for hours. It was perfect!

In Ottawa, we weren’t so lucky. Actually, Michael was a little less lucky. He came with me to the impressive parliament building built in the style of the English neo-Gothic, but my plan for him fell through. Literally.

One of the highlights I’d planned for Michael’s early birthday trip — besides the hockey games — was to ice skate on the Rideau Canal. The canal was built to connect Ottawa with Kingston on Lake Ontario. In the winter, though, when it's frozen over, it forms the longest ice rink in the world, running nearly five miles through the middle of the city. But when we arrived in Ottawa, the canal had thawed.

Seriously? I couldn’t believe it. I mean, the week before, freakin’ Niagara Falls was frozen over — Niagara Falls! But by the time we got to Ottawa, it was so warm that the canal was closed. I was devastated. Michael merely laughed and said he was glad there were some things I couldn't control — like the weather. That comment led to a snowball fight. Which led to us being soaking wet. Which led us back to our hotel in the middle of the afternoon — which we never left.

I bite my lower lip at the memory and cast a sidelong glance at Michael. He’s entirely focused on the road ahead. The car is so warm he’s pushed up the sleeves of his light gray hoodie. The muscles move as he gives a filthy truck a wide berth as we overtake it.

My cock twitches and I really can’t believe it. When have I ever found forearms sexy? But around Michael, my body seems to have decided there are new rules. Everything, literally everything, about this man attracts me, even his forearms. He must have noticed me staring at him, too, because he briefly takes his eyes off the snowy street to wink at me. I have the urge to seize possession of him and put my hand on his thigh. Michael spreads his legs a little wider in response.

Damn!

I never thought he’d be so uninhibited when it comes to sex. Especially sex with a man, considering it’s his first experience. Clearly, Michael is a sexual chameleon.

Not for the first time, I think back to our snowball fight in Ottawa. Or rather, the aftermath. In the Canadian capital, I’d rented us a more spacious place with a kitchen, living room, and bedroom. Not that we made it far inside that day.

The door had barely closed behind us before we tore off our wet clothes and he bent my naked body over the kitchen table and fucked me. I couldn’t stop trembling, my naked torso sandwiched between the cold, unyielding marble tabletop and Michael's hot body, but it warmed me up pretty quickly too. I came so fast it was almost embarrassing. Luckily, Michael wasn’t that far behind.

Michael

A little wistfully, I steer the huge rental car along the highway headed for Niagara Falls, our last trip of the vacation.

Two days ago, we crossed the border to the USA where we stayed in Buffalo for a couple of nights. There, Sebastian managed to bring tears to my eyes when we attended the last game of our trip: the Buffalo Sabres against the Winnipeg Jets. It was an amazingly even and exciting game, and before the last period, the score was 3-3. I was so excited that I could hardly stay in my seat during the intermission, but every time I jumped up, Seb pulled me back to my seat.

Suddenly, his eyes began to sparkle and a wide grin spread across his face. Excitedly, he pointed to the Jumbotron and I saw my name written in big white letters on a blue background, while virtual confetti rained down across the screen and a garish Happy Birthday flashed.

My mouth gaped. How did Sebastian do it? This trip, all the big things and smaller gestures he’d organized to give me the most fantastic experience, left me speechless.

I grab him into a massive hug. Then I kissed him .

It took all I had to stop myself from pulling him out of the stadium so that I could do more than just kiss him. Not that Sebastian would have let that happen. Laughing, he fought me off and pushed me back into my seat. He said I’d regret it if I missed the last third of the last game on our trip.

I wasn’t so sure ... Even though the game was admittedly incredibly exciting.

The truth is that Sebastian is even more exciting than any ice hockey match. He's been my best friend ever since I can remember, but this week, our friendship has evolved, and not just because of the sex, as fantastic as it is. I feel like I got to know him all over again in a completely different way.

Anyway, after the game, I showed Sebastian how fascinating he really is to me. I explored every inch of his lithe body with my hands and tongue until he squirmed. I’d have loved him to take his hard cock in his hand, then I could have got astride him and settled on it. But somehow, I didn’t have the nerve. Since the morning in Toronto when I was sure Sebastian was going to fuck me in the shower and he didn't, we never even came close to doing it again.

I don't know why.

I wouldn’t have said no. I want it. Although I haven’t dared ask. But Sebastian never brought it up. He seemed happy with me fucking him. Or us jerking each other off. Or giving each other blowjobs. Or even dry-humping each other.

Wow! The memories …

Now my jeans have gotten very tight.

Sebastian's hand on my thigh is on the move.

I just can't get enough of the man.

How am I going to give it all up when we get back home in less than forty-eight hours ?

We need to talk!

Sebastian

Michael turns into the parking lot for Niagara Falls. It looks huge. I'm sure it's well used in the summer, but at this time of year, it's almost empty.

As our car comes to a halt, Michael fidgets in his seat. At first, I wonder what’s up with him, then my gaze wanders down his body and lingers on the distinct bulge in his pants. My chub gets harder at the sight. Damn!

"That ride was pretty ... exciting," I inform my Fuzzball with a broad grin.

Michael is sitting stock-still. His gaze wanders to my crotch, and I take the opportunity to reach down and adjust myself a bit. Why do they cut these stupid pants so tight?

I screw up my face, but when I see Michael's blazing eyes, my breath catches.

"I was thinking of Ottawa," I admit playfully.

Michael groans and adds, "I was remembering last night!"

That was so hot!

I quickly press the heel of my hand against my growing erection while Michael scans the empty parking lot. Then his hands are on me. He pushes my fingers that are on my cock aside and skillfully unzips my pants.

"What are you doing?" I ask, taken totally by surprise. although I can hardly wait for the answer.

The only reply I get is, "We need to make this quick," before he bends forward and takes my cock in his hot mouth. A loud moan erupts from my mouth. I can't believe this! My eyes shut automatically, but I immediately tear them open again and stare around the deserted parking lot in a slight panic.

Michael sucks harder. He’s clearly on a mission. And I can’t stop my hips thrusting up. But Michael is giving me head like a pro. I’ve tried to be careful with him so far, but that stops here. His mouth on my cock is so intense I can’t stop myself from thrusting deep into Michael's throat again and again. It doesn't bother him at all. Despite the smacking and gagging noises, his mouth stays wrapped around my cock.

I’m fucking my best friend’s mouth, shoots through my head. In a public parking lot.

Somehow Michael manages to get one of his hands inside my open pants and wraps it around my balls, squeezing them slightly. It's over. The perfect storm has brewed inside me. My body feels electrified — everything tingles and twitches. I come with a loud cry. I don't have time to warn Michael, but he takes it in his stride, sucking the jizz out of me and swallowing the lot.

How did Michael manage to become an expert in giving head in just one week? It's incredible how open this man is to experimenting and how enthusiastic he is too. Right now, though, I have to yank Michael’s head off my cock. He’s still sucking hard and it’s gotten much too sensitive.

With a wide grin on his swollen lips, Michael sits up and immediately unzips his own pants. I take another look around the parking lot. A red SUV is just turning in from the entrance road. That should make me think twice. Stop me in my tracks. But it doesn’t! I have to have Michael now — whatever the consequences.

I quickly bend over the wide center console and enjoy the sight that meets my eyes. Michael's cock is thick and red, the veins on his huge cock already bulging. His smell is like sex personified. This is definitely a good idea.

Without a second thought, I take him as deep as I can and then swallow around his glans. A shout erupts from above that I’m sure has echoed around the parking lot. I’d never tell Michael how loud his sex noises are. I'd rather be caught having fun in public.

Slowly, I move my head back upward sucking as hard as I can. Michael has started to twitch and his hand gets caught in my hair, pulling it almost painfully. I take him deep again, and he comes, squirting deep into my throat. I pull my head back a bit so I get some of Michael's secret sauce on my tongue. I want to taste him.

I just can't get enough of this man!

Michael

Exhausted, I flop back against the driver's seat of our Ford Explorer.

That was a blast!

I have no idea what came over me. I’ve never had sex in a public place before, but I was so turned on from reliving the night before ... Then when Sebastian put his hand on my thigh and reminded me of bending him over the kitchen table in Ottawa, I just blew a fuse.

For the first time, he didn't hold back either, and it dawns on me how much consideration he’s shown me over the last week when he really didn’t need to. To be taken by him like that, not holding himself back in any way, and fucking my mouth like he did is fantastic.

The thought sets something stirring downstairs.

Why did he hold back so much over the last few days? Was he afraid that I’d get cold feet? That he’d overwhelm me? When the reality is I want it. Everything! I want him to take whatever he wants however he wants it. I want him! Every inch of him.

Seb lifts up from my lap but doesn’t back off. Instead, he gently places his lips on mine. I groan as I taste myself on his tongue and greedily try to deepen the kiss. Sebastian doesn't let me, keeping the kiss gentle and tender.

I give in, letting myself drift in the feelings that rise from Seb’s gentle touch. Just now I was thinking that I want him. I do. But not only in a sexual context. I want him fully and completely. I want to be the man by his side. I want to be with him.

I just need to know how.

A tremor runs through my body and brings me back to the here and now. Back to our now rather cold car. Apparently, not even one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life is enough to keep out the cold that is now relentlessly seeping in since we turned the engine off. No wonder. It may be a beautiful, sunny day, but the temperature is below freezing.

An elderly couple passes in front of the car giving us a friendly wave of greeting.

Sebastian chuckles and throws my bright yellow puffer jacket at me saying, "Come on, you crazy guy, before we freeze to death here."

His thoughts don’t seem to be tormenting him like mine. So I plaster a smile on my lips, too, and we set off. The cold air is like a slap in the face, every breath forming clouds in front of my face. It’s freezing!

I wrap my beloved jacket even tighter around me as Seb walks toward me laughing. He flings his arm around me and presses me against him. Fear mixes with surprise, and my body stiffens for a moment. Luckily, Sebastian doesn't notice my reaction — or maybe he puts it down to the cold.

Whatever we did behind closed doors last week, we’ve shown very little affection in public. There was that one kiss at the Toronto Maple Leafs game at the beginning of the trip, and yesterday, at the Buffalo Sabres game. The heated atmosphere of the games melts inhibitions — what can I say?

Apart from that, we’ve had even less public physical contact in the last few days than we normally have. Why? I haven’t got the slightest idea.

I take a deep breath. I want this! I want to feel Sebastian's arms around me. I want to walk with him like this through this snow-covered landscape. I want the whole world to see that this wonderful man is mine.

So I snuggle deeper into his embrace, and his orange scent immediately envelops me. The smell is even more intense than usual, making this cold winter air seem like a balmy summer evening. Its contrast to the snowy landscape around us couldn’t be greater.

Sebastian

It feels so good to hike along the snowy paths with Michael holding me tight. The snow crunches loudly under the thick soles of our winter boots, and everything glitters and sparkles in the pale light of the sun.

Over the last few days, I’ve deliberately avoided any public displays of affection. I wasn't sure how Michael would react if I reached for his hand. Added to that, you never really know how other people will treat you when they see two men holding hands. I definitely didn't want to scare Michael away. I want to hold on tight to what we have. So as hard as it is for me, if that means keeping my hands off him when we're not alone, then so be it.

Just now, though, I couldn't help myself. He looked too cute in his bright yellow jacket and black woolen beanie. His lips are still swollen from kissing and the fabulous blowjob he gave me. Then, when I saw him trembling slightly, I don't think anything in the world could have stopped me from putting my arm around him. And from the way he’s cuddling up to me, I made the right call.

We walk silently through the wonderful winter landscape, the soft roar of the famous waterfall getting louder with every step. The Niagara Falls are no longer frozen as it got a bit warmer this week. It goes without saying that “warmer” is a relative term here and means that it wasn’t the consistently minus five degrees Fahrenheit they had the week before our vacation.

The falls come into view, and we watch as impressive masses of water plunge into the depths in front of us. The noise is deafening. White mist rises from the water and settles on everything in sight. The steel railings, the trees and bushes, the park benches and street lamps, everything is covered with a fine veil of white ice. It's like an enchanted world. Michael and I are entirely alone. I could spend hours here.

After we have had our fill of the impressive natural spectacle, we do the tourist thing: Take thousands of photos from every angle. Michael is in a great mood and clowns around so much that I can't stop laughing. When a few other tourists come by, we ask them to take a picture of the two of us — maybe it’ll be better than a poorly taken selfie that only shows the two of us with hardly any background or the waterfall and my nose and Michael's left eye.

A real photo. It will be fantastic .

We're both standing there grinning broadly, wrapped up thickly in our warm winter clothes, cheeks red, arms wrapped around each other, and the roaring mass of water behind us.

I already know I’m going to frame this photo and give it a pride place in my apartment. It will always remind me of this phenomenal time with Michael in North America. The time we were more than just best friends.

Is it too much to ask for this thing between us to never end?

Michael

Eventually, we were so cold that even the heat pads we’d been using in our gloves and boots had no effect. So we tore ourselves away from the incredible waterfalls.

I think we were both a bit reluctant to start the very last leg of our journey. For me, it almost marks the end of an era. As exaggerated as that sounds to call ten days an era, it’s been the best ten days of my life. There’s no doubt in my mind that in the future I’ll divide my life into before the trip and after the trip .

Through the car windows, the bright lights of Toronto still look some distance away. It’s our last stop. This time Sebastian hasn’t booked us a tiny apartment on the forty-eighth floor. For the end of our trip, he’s really splashed out. We’ll be staying in the best hotel in the city: the Fairmont Royal York. It’s so refined, even Queen Elizabeth II stayed here during her last visit to Canada.

Before long we're walking across plush carpets toward our room. It's already dark outside, but it's not particularly late. I made a quick stop at a supermarket and bought everything we’d need for an amazing picnic in our room. I didn’t say anything, but when Sebastian saw what I was doing, he started throwing all sorts of goodies into the shopping cart. So, if I have my way, we won't be leaving our room today.

As soon as we enter, Seb drops onto the big bed still wearing his winter coat. He seems to be exhausted. I feel for him. As wonderful as the last few days have been, we've seen so much, done so much, if we were going to stay any longer here, we'd need a lazy day to catch our breath.

My gaze sweeps covetously over the thickly wrapped body on the bed in front of me. And it dawns on me that all our hotels have only had one bed. In the first apartment, it was clearly an accident. But after that ... Sebastian must have gone through the trouble of rebooking all the other reservations or asking for a room swap when we checked in. And I couldn’t be more grateful to him! After the first few nights together, I would have hated to lose that closeness we’d had.

My stomach lurches as I wonder, What will it be like when we get back to Vienna?

From the start, I’ve wanted more.

That’s a lie.

I’ve been head over heels in love with my best friend for a very long time. I just never thought anything would happen between us. But now ... How will I cope without him?

Sebastian hasn’t said a word about making this anything more than a holiday romance. And I've been too much of a coward to broach the subject. Maybe I should. But not today. I don't want to spoil our last evening together by starting a tricky conversation. But tomorrow. We have a whole day before our flight in the evening. Tomorrow, I'll tell him I want to be with him.