Page 9 of Love on Ice (Love in Terengia #5)

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ONE HELLUVA SWEET LOAD

Michael

When I wake up, something is different. It takes me a moment to come around.

Then the wonderful scent of orange wafts through the air, and a satisfied smile spreads across my lips.

Sebastian!

I can hardly believe what happened last night. I can’t believe how cocky I was. Telling Seb outright I wanted to fuck him. I guess the charged atmosphere of the stadium burned a few synapses — thank god we won!

I grin. If it hadn’t been that good, I would probably be embarrassed by my action.

But it was that good !

And now it is good too.

Just like yesterday morning, I’ve woken with my head on Sebastian's chest. It’s such a wonderful feeling! I love the hard muscles under me. Today, though, everything’s better!

Yesterday, I had to steal a kiss — although it didn’t go unnoticed for long — and that led to a whole day of awkward tension. Today I’m free! Free to do whatever I want with the terrific body beneath me.

Or am I?

I mean, we didn’t say a single word yesterday about what’s going on between us. After the explosive sex, we chatted for hours, like we often do, only with the added pleasure of constant physical contact. I couldn’t get enough of stroking Sebastian’s gorgeous hair away from his beautiful face, and he repeatedly pressed little kisses onto my bare shoulders. And that kind of proves that Seb enjoyed it too. That he’d like to continue.

But continue with what?

Sex, of course. The sex was absolutely fantastic. But if I'm completely honest, that's not all I want. I admitted to myself ages ago that I'm in love with Sebastian, and I want more than sex. I want to be with him. I want to discover if we work as well as a couple as we do as best friends.

But I know Sebastian. And unlike me, he's not a relationship person. I can't remember him ever having a serious relationship. Not even an un-serious one. I force myself to face the truth. And the truth is disappointing.

Even after last night, getting together with my best friend is probably nothing more than a pipe dream.

Fingers caress my wild curls.

I lift my head and grin at Sebastian. He looks sleepy. He looks absolutely adorable. His eyes are half closed, his long blond hair is spread wildly on the pillow, and when his eyes meet mine, a wry smile stretches across his lips.

His hand grips my hair tighter, pulling me to his mouth. It's just a quick kiss, almost fleeting, but it gives me hope.

If I can't get what I really want, then I’ll settle for the next-best thing — enjoying every moment in bed with this sexy guy.

No matter how long it lasts.

No matter how much Sebastian is willing to give me.

I'm in!

Sebastian

I could get used to waking up with the absolute sweetest weight on my chest.

Could I get away with calling Michael cute?

He's at least a head taller than me, and his face is angular and masculine despite his almost beardless chin. He’s classically handsome. But with his wild curly mane and his cheeky grin ... I can't help but think he's cute.

I wonder what he’d think if I told him what I was thinking. He’d probably laugh at me, so I keep my thoughts to myself. Instead, my hand, which has crept into Michael's hair, has developed a life of its own. I’ve automatically pulled him closer, not even realizing what I've done until I feel Michael’s tender lips on mine. A tingling sensation spreads from my head to the tips of my toes.

None of that stops the panic that’s set in.

Neither of us said a word yesterday about what we are now, or what happens next. Was it just a one-night stand? An experiment so that Michael knows what it’s like to have sex with a man? Or does he want more? A relationship? More sex? And for how long? Just for our vacation? What about after that?

I am so distracted by the circling thoughts in my head that the kiss is brief and light.

"Good morning, sweetie! "

My heart leaps. Michael has never called me by a pet name like that. When we were kids he called me all sorts of things — none of them endearing, and almost certainly because he found the signs for them so funny. And no one can convince me otherwise.

But sweetie — that’s something quite different. Different enough to make me feel on cloud nine.

"Can I just say you’re a fantastic pillow?" he signs with a broad grin.

I laugh out loud. I love this playful side of him.

And I notice a sparkle in his eyes that I've never seen before. Okay, so Michael's eyes often sparkle cheekily when he’s concocting some plan or other, but this sparkle is different. Lust. That’s the word that describes it best.

"Come on, up! We have an exciting day ahead of us," Michael signs and catches me off-guard. Did I misinterpret his expression after all? Then he continues, "And before we do anything, I want to take a shower … with you."

Okay!

"Taking a shower together, eh? Let me think about that a minute …" I jump out of bed so fast that I feel dizzy for a moment. Michael looks at me puzzled but then bursts out laughing.

I feel a little insecure standing there stark naked next to the bed with a growing erection while my best friend laughs his head off. So I replay Michael's words in my head. Have I misunderstood something? But Michael bends towards me and slowly runs his index finger down the right side of my shaft. Delightful shivers run through my body.

How does he manage to make my whole body vibrate with the minutest touch?

The next moment, I open my eyes with a surprised cry, although I don’t remember closing them. Michael has taken advantage of me standing right in front of him and licked the entire length of my penis — only once, but my whole body stretches to breaking point.

Then he grins cheekily and says, "Shower?"

Michael

Oh my god! It’s such an incredible feeling to be able to make this hot guy quiver.

I’d love to do it over and over, but if I did, we’d have a problem — we’d never get out of the apartment. And I know Sebastian wouldn't be happy about that — my little sightseeing junkie. Hence my idea with the shower. That way we’ll get out of bed and can get ready for our last day in Toronto. Tomorrow morning we'll head to Montreal and then part of the way back to Ottawa. My crazy best friend didn’t plan our trip to be geographically efficient but according to how many hockey games we could fit in. He's so amazing!

I want to give him something back. Great sex? That's a definite yes now. Sebastian’s demand for a kiss right after we woke proves he doesn't plan to go back to our purely platonic relationship right away. And I could jump for joy! But I want to give him something more.

This trip is the best gift anyone has ever given me! And I'm not going to deprive Sebastian of the opportunity to discover the wonderful cities he chose for us to explore together.

Now sex is added to the mix! Life couldn’t be more perfect.

I jump out of bed and take Sebastian's hand. He’s still standing there as if turned to stone. I giggle. Maybe my frontal assault short-circuited him. But in a good way, if his dilated pupils and the serene smile are anything to go by.

With a zing in my step, I walk towards the small, modern bathroom, Sebastian following me willingly. I can't stop laughing at the thought of what we must look like to someone peering through the large windows from the office buildings opposite — both stark naked, walking through our apartment holding hands.

The shower is separated from the rest of the bathroom by a glass wall. It’s not any wider than a standard shower but it’s much longer, so there's plenty of room for both of us. It’s giving me ideas!

While I take the shower head out of its holder, Sebastian hugs me from behind and nestles his smaller body into mine. I accidentally send a jet of ice-cold water onto my thigh, and the temperature distracts me until he covers my neck with tiny kisses.

When he goes on tip-toes to kiss my neck, his stiff cock slips between my ass cheeks. My breath catches in my throat. It feels kind of weird ... but good! I fumble the jet for a second time, but this time the water’s warm.

To be on the safe side, I put the shower head back in its holder. With Sebastian touching me like this, there’s no way I should be in charge of showering us off.

As soon as I have my hands free, Seb pushes me against the wall. My hands and forearms come to rest on the cold tiles, as the hot water pours down and an even hotter body presses against me from behind.

I spread my legs as wide as the shower tray will allow and give myself completely to Sebastian .

Sebastian

Michael leans against the wall, his legs spread wide.

If my cock hadn’t accidentally slipped between his buttocks, I would never have dared do this.

Even after last night, I feel Michael needs careful handling. I don’t want to scare him off or push him into something he feels uncomfortable with — something he might think of as too gay . Although there’s not a lot gayer than fucking another man. Although for many men, fucking a guy and being fucked are completely different. Why, I've never quite understood. I love both. But I've also known for a long time I'm into men and have fully accepted that part of me.

Clearly, Michael doesn’t have a problem with feeling my stiff cock sliding so close to his asshole. That’s a big surprise! When I pushed up against him and my cock did its thing, he tensed a little, but then groaned loudly. The sound sent a shiver the length of my spine.

I always thought I knew Michael inside and out, but now I’m not so sure. I’d never have predicted that he’d be so demanding and experimental inside the bedroom. I don't really know why that surprises me so much because he’s like that outside it. But the few times I allowed myself to imagine what sex would be like with Michael, I always assumed he’d be insecure. A completely wrong assumption, it seems.

Michael confirms this new perspective by pushing his butt out even further and hollowing his back. He wants more. Would he really want me to fuck him right now? A quick fuck in the shower is not what I'd imagine my bestie would want for his first time. Anyway, I wouldn’t do it without talking to him about it first.

Right now we’ve got time to explore his wonderful little butthole. Time to show him how hot it can be to be touched there. Time for him to experiment without pressure. But I have another idea. I reach for the shower gel, which is still on the metal shower shelf from yesterday. Straight away, my favorite orange scent fills the space. I inhale deeply, and interestingly, Michael does too. Does he like the scent?

It doesn’t matter right now. We’ve got more important things to do. I spread a generous portion of the transparent gel on my hands. I do it all without moving the rest of my body an inch. I just can't get enough of this closeness. I soap Michael’s shoulders and upper body, keeping my touch light, almost innocent.

Michael murmurs softly until my fingers run over his steeply erect nipples. Then a whimper falls from his lips. I grin contentedly. But then I groan loudly. I have no idea if it was conscious or unconscious, but Michael thrust his tight ass into me even more. Damn! He’s so sexy.

My balls are already starting to tingle. He turns me on so much. It's time for me to move this up a gear.

Michael

I’m pretty sure he’s going to fuck me. I’m so turned on, I’m actually up for it.

Do what you want with me, Sebastian! is all I can think.

His hands slide from my pecs further down. But as Sebastian’s hands slide down lower and lower, my mind gets sidetracked. Touch my cock! Please touch me there! I mentally beg him. But he doesn't seem interested in my dick at all. His hands are moving outward at my hips then clamp firmly on my buttocks.

Damn! This feels so good.

Sebastian gentles his touch and spreads the dreamy scented gel over my glutes, and I suspect on his cock too. I tremble. Has the time come? Will it hurt when he takes me? Especially because his cock is so damn thick. I bite my lower lip, uncertain.

I want it! I’m desperate to know what it's like to be fucked by Sebastian, but why am I so nervous all of a sudden? Then Sebastian's finger slides down into my butt crack. Oh my god! That feels amazing. I can't stand still anymore. Why can't I spread my legs any wider in this stupid shower? I need more!

It's almost as if Sebastian heard my thoughts because his finger circles nearer and nearer. Concentrating on one area. My breathing gets faster and faster.

Yes! Touch me right there!

With the gentlest of touches, Sebastian massages my hole. I’m amazed I never knew how good it feels to be touched there. The pressure of his finger becomes a little firmer. There’s a slight burning sensation but it’s overridden by much more pleasant feelings. I bite the hand my head is resting on, ready for more.

I want it. Give it to me, Sebastian!

But the pressure is already ebbing. I want to scream, to protest. But then his cock begins to thrust into the now slippery area between my buttocks. Sebastian taps the outside of my thighs and I get the message. I close my legs. Press them together. Make a narrow channel that Sebastian can fuck. It feels fantastic.

Sebastian hits my balls from behind with each thrust. Goosebumps cover my body, and within seconds, he’s brought me to the edge of climax. Trembling, I release one of my hands from the wall in front of me and bring it to my neglected cock. I need to make myself come!

Sebastian clearly thinks otherwise. He pushes my hand away and grabs my shaft with his slightly rough right hand. Oh my god! This is way better than doing it myself. My body starts trembling almost convulsively. I want Sebastian to come before me, so I try to hold myself back … and fail.

Sebastian

Michael's shout is the tipping point that pushes me over the edge too. Hot come pumps out of my cock, splashes over Michael's legs, his balls, and is washed away by the warm water.

That was so intense!

I can't remember the last time I came so explosively from mere friction –– no matter how erotic the position we are in.

My head lowers to Michael's shoulder as I try to catch my breath. He must be feeling as puffed as me because for quite a long while, there’s only the sound of our ragged breathing and running water.

Michael turns around unexpectedly, taking me by surprise. I stumble slightly, but before I slip, I'm yanked around and pressed against the tiles Michael was just leaning against. The places his hands were pressed are surprisingly warm against my back, but the rest of the wall is freezing cold, making me gasp. My mouth is still open when Michael’s tongue slides in, and he kisses me with an intensity that travels all the way down to my toes.

When I recover from the surprise, I give back just as much as Michael is giving me. I’ve always loved kissing, and some of my partners have been great at it. But to be kissed like this by the man I'm in love with takes it to another dimension. My whole body is tingling, and even though I’ve only just come, my cock tries desperately to get hard again. Greedily I suck on Michael's tongue — I just can't get enough of him!

I can't tell you how long we stand there kissing. It feels like it’s been an eternity when Michael eventually breaks the kiss, and at the same time, not long enough. He lays his forehead gently against mine, and our eyes meet. Drops of water glisten in his eyebrows, and there is so much tenderness in his gaze that it takes my breath away.

Michael lifts his hand and places it on my cheek. Tenderly, he strokes the scratchy stubble. I soak up the moment. Every little movement, every sound I’m storing away as a precious memory because this is the most beautiful moment of my life. Then he backs away a little and brings his hands up, ready to sign.

I hold my breath. What is he about to tell me?

Michael

The moment between us resonates deep inside me. It’s so special. Sebastian's look speaks volumes. Clearly written in that look is a promise. That this is more than just a bit of vacay madness. For him. And for me.

But I have to be sure! I have to explain how I feel about him! Explain how much he means to me.

I raise my hands.

But before they can form a single word, an overwhelming wash of fear flows through me. My throat constricts. My chest tightens. It’s pure panic.

What if Seb rejects me?

We have more than a week left of the trip, and every night we’ll be sharing a room. Being rejected now would make this whole thing totally embarrassing .

But what if he says yes? my subconscious asks almost innocently.

But panic has me in a vise-like grip and won’t let go. So, I fall back into the role of playful best friend.

"Breakfast?" I sign and regret it immediately. The word is barely signed before a shadow of disappointment flits across Sebastian's face. Or is that just wishful thinking?

A few hours later, we’re sitting in another tour bus and are being driven around the city. It’s the same route as yesterday, but then, we didn't have time to get off at the stops. We plan to make up for that today.

Besides us, there is only one older couple on the entire bus. Early February is really not the peak travel season for Toronto.

The bus is warm enough for Sebastian to have peeled off his blue winter coat and right now is enthusiastically sharing everything he’s learning about the city via the headphones he’s wearing. His gorgeous scent of orange is enveloping me, so I hardly take in what he’s saying. The wonderful sights of the city are mostly lost on me too — I only have eyes for my best friend. His eyes are animated as he points excitedly here and there, beaming up at me when he discovers something new. He’s the most fascinating person I know!

As the days pass, we find our routine. We spend the mornings in bed, then later, our libidos satisfied, we set out to explore whichever city we're in. I can't get enough of Sebastian’s enthusiasm for pulling me around the most amazing sites and telling me the funniest stories. In the evening, we go to an ice hockey game or have dinner in a sports bar, where we — what else? — watch another ice hockey game on TV. Afterwards, we fall into bed together and literally set it on fire.

I can hardly believe that this guy is as hot for me as I am for him! But how long will it last? There are only two more days, then it's back to Vienna.