Sno Ho (11 page)
Authors: Ethan Day
"I can't believe he took you there," Jackie said, seemingly stunned.
Shit, shit, shit! Me and my big mouth.
"He's never taken anyone up there aside from me," Jackie added, in complete shock.
"He hasn't?" I asked, feeling my stomach drop as I imagined myself becoming the slightest bit more tethered to this place and this man. Why did he take me to that special of 95
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a place? How fucking rude! What the hell is wrong with him? I didn't ask him to share something like that with me. He had no right to force that kind of responsibility onto me.
"Shit, I shouldn't have said anything." Jackie cringed, looking over my face.
I laughed realizing I must have looked like I was ready to make a run for it. I took a drink, and held my glass up twirling my wine around. "No biggie." I knew it was special to him, but I hadn't considered that he hadn't taken other guys there before.
She quickly changed the subject, and I allowed her to pull me back out of the serious thoughts as she began giving a run-down on the town's people. She hit me again with the Quad, giving me the skinny on who had said what, and what a flurry of busy-bodies they all were, and to please ignore them all as they were in her words—completely nuts.
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The stars were amazingly bright as I looked out over the night sky through the large picture window in Wade's bedroom. I smiled as his stomach raised and lowered my head, which was resting on it, as I lay naked between his legs. My hands were folded and resting above my head on his tummy. His breathing made the stars move up and down slightly as I stared, thinking I'd never seen so many in the sky before. I was now able to only spot the bottom of the nearly full moon out the window from where I was lying.
I could feel Wade's erection softening against my chest.
The bed looked as though an army had staged a coup, trudging across the sheets leaving a rumpled, cum-stained mess in its wake. I had no clue what time it was, but we had fucked each other senseless from the time his sister left, which had been sometime after lunch. I was quite confident I had indeed licked Wade up one side and down the other, no stone had been left unturned.
I felt a chill and the goose pimples run up over my back.
The room was completely still aside from our breathing, and I found I didn't mind the quiet so much. It was very unlike me, who usually needed to have some type of noise in the back ground. Was it being with Wade that had changed that, or was I too spent to give a shit? I took in a deep breath and could smell the two of us mixed together with that lumber-wood scent that seemed to permeate Wade's entire house.
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new scent, the combination of the two of us—I loved lying there covered in him, knowing he was covered in me.
I heard a click and my eyes squinted as low light filled the room. "Damn it I'm starving," Wade said, sprawled out on his back, naked, with one arm resting up against the padded headboard. Wade's body looked sleek, glistening in the light provided by the lamp next to his bed.
"To hell with food," I said, feeling his cock twitch against my chest. "Only pussies need food, and we ain't being no pussies."
He let out a groan, and I shut my eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair. "You can't form a coherent sentence—my God, I can't ever remember being this hungry, or thirsty."
"Boone only need sex," I mumbled, feeling my body go more limp as Wade's fingers massaged my scalp.
Wade laughed as he scruffied my hair. "Man, I really love you."
My eyes popped open and Wade's laugh trailed off. I pushed myself up on my elbows, my chest pressing harder against his pelvis. He was looking down at me, and I laughed seeing the cringe on his face—giving away the fact that he hadn't meant to say it, nor did he really mean it that way. I opened my mouth to speak only to be cut off.
"Stop...don't even."
"You
really
love me?"
"No...damn it," Wade started to laugh again. He covered his face which had turned a nice bright red. "I'm delirious, I need food—I don't know what I'm saying."
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"That's so cool," I said, grinning from ear to ear. "Cuz
really
is way better than
kinda
."
"I meant it in...like...the way I love a good sandwich."
"I've been
kinda
loved many times," I continued as if I hadn't heard any of his protests after the fact. "But
really
loved—this is a first."
"Shit," Wade said, his body jerking a bit as he continued to laugh out of embarrassment.
"I need the number for U-Haul, quick..."
"Shut up, you little ass."
"Another compliment!" I said, startling him as I spoke excitedly. "I do work hard to keep my ass little—each cheek is exactly a handful."
"You're a handful all right," Wade said, placing his hand over my mouth to prevent me from speaking. He smiled as I winked at him. He pulled his hand away when I licked it.
"Whole lot of trouble."
I let out a little laugh, somehow liking the thought of being his trouble. "The things you say to me—you silver-tongued devil, you." I settled back down and lay my head on his tummy. I smiled listening to his body as it made little creaky noises.
Wade ran his fingers back into my hair. "I'm not very good at this, you know."
"At lying naked in bed with another man?" I asked, looking up at him, resting my chin on his abs. "I most vehemently disagree—you're doing
quite
well."
Wade shook his head as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Are you ever serious about anything?"
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"A fine thing to say," I said with a grin, knowing full well that in my weakened state, my rambling was the only thing keeping me coherent. "After the hours and hours of seriously hot sex we just...boy you really know how to cut a bitch."
Wade laughed, mussing my hair, as if I were an obedient little puppy. "I feel incredibly exhausted. You are an amazing man, Boone. I think you're very special."
"I'd kiss you right now, but your mouth is way up there." I pointed up toward his face, and Wade took my hand in his.
My instinct had been to tease him as to what he meant by
'special', but as I felt Wade's lips softly kissing the palm of my hand; I felt my entire body begin to tingle. My chest felt as if it might explode as I looked back up at him. I lifted myself and crawled up next to him, lying back down on my side.
He rolled on his side and looked into my eyes, longingly.
"You realize you're lying right on top of the big wet spot?"
"I know, but I can't seem to make myself give a shit."
Wade smiled and leaned over, planting a soft kiss on my lips.
As we separated Wade looked over my face, and I could see the wheels turning away. "Can I ask you something?"
I nodded okay.
"The guy that you were...um..." Wade glanced down at my hand and chewed on his lip.
"The one that dumped me over the phone?"
"Yeah, that's the one. Were you in love with him?"
I smiled as Wade made eye contact again, seeming to be glad to have gotten that question out. "I thought I was, had myself quite convinced." I slid my hand over the short 100
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distance of mattress and wrapped my fingers around his hand. "But, no—I wasn't really in love with him."
Wade grinned and settled onto his back again. He opened his arm as if asking me to snuggle in. I scooted over and tossed my leg over his, resting my cheek on his chest as his arm squeezed me closer. The view of his body from my new perspective was amazing. The softness of his skin contrasted with the hardness of his muscles, like the terrain of some amazing undiscovered land no one could get to but me.
I ran my hand over his stomach watching the way my fingers rose and fell as they passed over the surface of his muscled torso. "What was it like being an Olympic Golden Boy?"
"I've never...indescribable really." Wade let out a sigh, his thumb caressing my arm as he stared up at the beams stretching across the roofline. "It was like a thousand different emotions all coming at me at once in a flood. I felt light and weighted down at the same time. I do distinctly remember laughing and crying simultaneously, and all I kept thinking was three months."
"Three months?"
"I'd lost my dad three months earlier to the day. I was standing on that podium, medal in one hand, flowers in another and despite being so happy...so proud, it all seemed so unfair. If he'd been able to hang on a little longer he'd have been able to witness what all of his hard work—" Wade stopped abruptly, taking a deep breath. "My dad put so much of himself on hold for my dreams."
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I slid my arm up to his shoulder and squeezed Wade as I kissed his chest. He laughed a little and ran his hand up my arm and into my hair.
"I'm not sure I'll ever get over that, it devastated me that he missed it."
"Wade, he knows. I'm sure he was able to see you standing there, knowing you were thinking about him as he was watching you."
"I hope you're right." Wade reached over and started to tickle me as I shoved his arm away. "I wouldn't have taken you to be the spiritual type."
"I got spirit...yes I do." I looked up and Wade was rolling his eyes at me. "Sheesh, tough crowd. I'm not a bible thumper, hell I'm not even sure I believe it, but it seems nice.
That there are spirits who watch over us? I don't know, I guess at times it helps me not feel so..."
"Alone," Wade said, letting two fingers graze over the divot in the center of my chest.
"I suppose so."
Wade made a little groaning sound. "It's weird, but—the idea that you'd ever feel alone bugs me."
I let out a long sigh and shut my eyes, wishing he'd stop saying all these wonderful little things. What kind of a sick-o does that? It was making me feel things, and I couldn't decide whether I liked that or not. I opened my eyes as Wade lifted my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His gaze ate into me, the intensity taking me over. I couldn't look away, and though I didn't really want to, I was also aware that I needed to.
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It was like he could see through to the core of me to my soul or essence—whatever it's called. I'd seen this phenomenon depicted in movies and described in books. They always made it seem incredible and romantic. It was actually
really
creepy. Why the hell would I want anyone looking at my essence? I hadn't even seen the damn thing. What if my essence was sitting out there in full view and was badly lit?
What if my essence wasn't very pretty to look at or unworthy of being loved? Maybe that's why Phillip only appreciated my exterior?
"Whatever you've got going on in that very sexy head of yours right now," Wade said, startling me back into the present, "you can cut it out."
"I'll have you know there are absolutely no actual thoughts running through my sexy head." I winked at him. "Just this voice running on a loop telling me I'm hot."
Wade chuckled as he shifted his body so we could more easily look at one another. "Guys who look like you aren't usually funny."
I ran my finger over his Adams apple. "You'd need to laugh too—it took several painful surgeries to get me looking this way."
Wade shook his head at me. "You're such a liar."
"Well it is true that I wasn't always so pleasant to look at."
I smiled, feeling his body tense a bit as I ran the stubble of my chin over one of his nipples. "In high school I was a bit too gangly, with long Lurch-like arms and legs. The other kids called me Ba-Boone."
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"That was mean," Wade said, though laughing. "You should've thrown your poop at them."
I started to laugh at the mental picture I got of me tossing my shit at Jake Mitchell and Jenny Davenport as they screamed in horror. "That was actually funny, Mr. Medals."
"High praise indeed," Wade said. "Ba-Boone, huh? I can't quite imagine it."
"Oh I have pictures."
"Show and tell?"
"I don't have them on me," I laughed. "And I think we've shared enough for one day, don't you?"
Wade rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me, pinning me down into the bed. "We're just getting started."
"You're such a girly, share-bear," I said, letting out a long painful sounding moan as I over-actingly bugged out my eyes while gasping for air. "Can't...breathe..."
Wade tickled my sides making me laugh, thereby ruining my whole performance.
"Oh fine—end scene," I said, placing my hands onto his wide shoulders. "So really, what the hell happened to you, radioactive spider...gamma ray exposure?"
Wade looked at me curiously with a half smile.
"I've seen the pictures of you at your uncle's restaurant—
back in your gold medal days. When did you turn into The Incredible Bulk?"
Wade rested his forehead against mine. "After I got home from my second Olympics at Lillehammer, I took a bad spill, tore my knee all up. I was never as good as my best after that. I was still a great skier, but nowhere near my 104
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competition level. If I couldn't be the best I didn't want to play anymore."
"Okay, I can understand that." I looked at him, confused, wondering what I was missing as I melodramatically ran my eyes from one shoulder to the next.
"You're going to take it as some kind of personality flaw."
"Nice," I said. "Man, I'm a bitch, aren't I?"
Wade leaned down smiling as he softly brushed his lips over mine. "I went from all that training, day in, day out—up at five every morning and in the gym, then on the slopes for hours doing the same drills over and over."
