Snowed In (4 page)

Mitch could feel Kasey coming undone and wanted to share the moment with Warren. Reaching out, his hand caressed Warren’s thigh as Kasey arched up and exploded down his throat.

Warren watched, entranced as Mitch only increased his attentions, and then he saw Kasey figuratively fall to pieces as he stiffened and spasmed, yelling in obvious orgasm. Warren closed his eyes slowly, feeling Mitch’s hand on his thigh, Kasey’s body jumping under his hand, and his fingers lightly brushing Mitch’s hair.

Thrilled beyond belief, Kasey gasped Mitch’s name once he could do anything but howl, his hands grasping for blond hair, but shaking too much to hold on. “Fuck me,” he breathed in shock, still shaking as Mitch sucked him through the tremors.

Gently suckling until the sated shaft slipped easily from his lips, Mitch grinned up at his friend. “I think I’ll take that figuratively instead of literally. Unless you meant it as an offer?” When Warren started to look uncomfortable again at his teasing comment, he quickly added, “I’m kidding, Warren. Why don’t we move back to the couch and have another drink? Maybe break out those cookies we bought.”

Too exhausted and warm to move, Kasey still felt awkward. “But the scene I wrote had them both getting off,” he protested weakly.

Warren paused in getting to his feet as Kasey spoke up, and he looked to Mitch with wide eyes. Would there be more of this mind-blowing... whatever it was? Warren wasn’t sure he could call something so trusting sex. It was much more vivid and intense than a one-time screw with a girl in the sack.

Mitch felt a warm glow in his chest that almost rivaled the ache in his groin. “Yeah, I know, and trust me, I’d love to act that out. And we will, but let’s take a little break first. Recharge our batteries.” He reached out to help Kasey up, tossing him his jeans with a smirk.

Kasey let his jeans hit him in the chest and didn’t move. “I think I’ll just rest here,” he murmured sleepily, shifting only slightly on the quilt. His whole body was the picture of debauched lethargy. Warren was looking his fill and trying to decide why the visual was so mesmerizing.

“Lazy bastard,” Mitch laughed, picking up the edge of the quilt and covering the sated man so he wouldn’t get cold. Getting to his feet, he offered his hand to Warren. “Come on. We’ll do KP.”

Warren took Mitch’s hand without thinking and stood. His palm was warm and damp. And Warren knew why. He glanced back down at Kasey, who seemed to already be asleep, and then turned and walked to the kitchen, stopping to snag his glass for more brandy.

“You okay?” Mitch asked as soon as they were in the kitchen.

Taking a seat at the table, Warren shakily poured himself another drink. “Okay. Well....” He shrugged. “Overwhelmed, maybe. Shocked as hell, yeah. Hard as a rock too, which is somewhat distressing in itself,” he admitted, not looking up at Mitch as if he were embarrassed.

Mitch looked over at his friend and frowned. Figuring physical comfort was
not
what Warren needed right now, he slid into the chair across the table. “We’re just having fun, Warren. Exploring a little. If it’s really bothering you, we can stop, but if it’s more that you’re surprised or confused, maybe even a little excited, I can promise you that nothing is going to leave this cabin. Test out your fantasies a little. Once we walk out of here, you’ll never hear about it again unless you bring it up,” Mitch promised.

Warren raised his head but still looked a little uncomfortable. “Doesn’t bother me so much, I guess, and hell, if you’re having a good time, who am I to tell you to stop?” he said reasonably. “I guess I just didn’t expect to like watching so much. Or to react so strongly. You and Kasey....” He swallowed. “You looked damn good together.”

“I had the same reaction to watching you and Kasey kiss.” After Warren’s slightly positive remark, Mitch was encouraged. He slid over so he was sitting on the bench next to the other man, reaching up to brush the messy blond hair back from Warren’s face. “Light and dark, but both so powerful, so masculine. It really turned me on.”

Turning his chin, Warren smiled a little, his back visibly relaxing. “So you really liked doing that to Kasey?” he asked, deflecting attention away from himself.

“Yes, I
really
do.” Mitch’s eyes focused on a spot over Warren’s shoulder. “To see him fall apart like that and know I caused that pleasure.”

Seeing the blissful look on Mitch’s face, Warren’s curiosity grew. “How did you know what he’d like?”

“That’s one of the things I like about men. They like the same things I do. A lot less mystery and a lot less work,” Mitch chuckled. “Plus it’s really obvious when you succeed.”

“Obvious? Well, yeah, when he gets off. I know how that works for me. Where’d you learn all that? Kasey was completely blown away.”

Mitch tilted his head, looking at Warren speculatively. “You’re just full of questions, aren’t you? I’ll answer any question you have. For a small fee.”

“Fee?”

“Yep. I want a kiss for every question,” Mitch said, waiting for Warren’s reaction.

Both Warren’s eyebrows rose, and he rolled his eyes and snorted. “A kiss from me?” That wasn’t a worthwhile request.

Mitch leaned closer, his breath ghosting over Warren’s lips. “Yes.” Closer still. “A kiss.” He paused hovering on the verge of touching. “From you. In advance.”

Eyes zeroing in on Mitch’s lips, Warren remembered the hot, wet kiss they’d shared earlier, and it didn’t take much thought for him to decide to move just that much closer to press their lips together softly.

Allowing Warren to retreat, Mitch answered, “What you like is a great place to start. Then you watch how your partner reacts. Like this.” Mitch swooped forward, taking Warren’s lips confidently, cradling the back of his head with his hand. When Warren melted into the kiss, swaying closer, Mitch pulled away. “See? Your body told me to deepen the kiss.”

Warren blinked a few times. “Oh,” he answered intelligently. “So what comes next?” he asked faintly. “Do I... I know you said do what I like, but how do I know if you’ll like it?” He didn’t seem to realize he’d made the questions more personal.

“Kiss me,” Mitch said. Remembering the deal, Warren did as he asked, pressing their lips together in a firmer but still chaste kiss. Mitch tilted his head, opening his mouth with a sigh, offering himself. Warren accepted instinctively, cupping his face with strong hands and deepening the kiss. Still on edge from the activities of the past hour, Mitch was quickly aroused, arching his body towards Warren. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to pull away. “Could you tell that I liked it?” he asked.

Warren moaned, pulling back and nodding. “You taste sinful,” he rasped. “What... what did Kasey taste like?” he asked shakily.

“You kissed Kasey, you tell me,” Mitch answered rather than claiming another kiss.

“No. I mean, what did
he
taste like?” Warren asked before leaning forward to kiss Mitch more passionately than he had yet as payment.

Mitch melted into the kiss, letting Warren have complete control. Desperate for more contact, he turned to face Warren, pulling his legs up on the bench and leaning back into the table. Reminding himself that Warren was still a little skittish, he let his hands roam through his hair and over his shoulders and back, coming to rest on his hard biceps. As the kiss ebbed, he rested his forehead against Warren’s, not wanting to pull away. “Keep kissing me like that and you’ll be able to find out how I taste,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

“Really?” Warren sounded surprised but not put off by the suggestion.

“Yes, and you definitely earned an answer to that question. Kasey tasted smooth, a little bitter and salty. Combined with the musky spice of his scent, it was an incredible turn-on.” Mitch nuzzled Warren, seeing if he could lure the man into another kiss, not really caring if there were any more questions.

Warren’s eyes mostly closed as he turned his face against Mitch’s lips, subtly encouraging the contact. “Do I turn you on?” he asked. Just the thought of being that powerful, being able to arouse one of his best friends – a male best friend – to a fever pitch, it was heady. He slid his hands cautiously over Mitch’s shoulders and chest.

Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and speaking would have necessitated stopping the kiss Mitch had successfully encouraged, so Mitch only shifted slightly, bringing his full-blown erection into contact with Warren’s hip. When his friend didn’t immediately shy away, he moved even closer, sitting practically in Warren’s lap and kissing him ravenously.

Moaning softly and gripping Mitch’s thigh, Warren felt a terrible thrill flare through him. He couldn’t ignore that obvious ridge in the other man’s jeans. Caused by him. He rejoined the kiss with more passion, just the thought of how he affected Mitch arousing him in equal measure.

Mitch’s breathing quickened and he pressed forward more forcefully into Warren’s hip. He stopped just short of begging the blond to touch him before his common sense kicked in and reminded him that Warren was not Kasey. Forcing a deep breath, he pulled back from the kiss, keeping their bodies chest to chest. Fondling Warren’s shoulder and the very upper part of his chest, he encouraged, “What else do you want to know?”

Warren looked up with heated eyes, knowing he was pushing the envelope of their friendship. He hoped it wouldn’t snap back and hurt him. He swallowed, sliding his hand slightly on Mitch’s thigh. “If I touched you, would you react like Kasey did?”

A low moan escaped at Warren’s naïve question, and Mitch buried his face into Warren’s shoulder to gain his composure. Looking up and meeting the emerald gaze evenly, he answered, “Almost certainly. It wouldn’t take much of your touch to make me come in my jeans like a teenager. I want you so badly.”

Drawing a shaky breath, Warren slid both palms along Mitch’s thighs to his hips, cupping the other man’s ass and slowly pulling him close, close enough that his own aroused cock, a throbbing lump in his jeans, was bracketed by Mitch’s legs brushing him on both sides. “Will I react like Kasey did?” he asked, his accent thick.

Mitch allowed Warren to position him until he was straddling his lap, weight still supported on his knees, hands grasping the high back of the bench on either side of Warren’s head. “Let’s find out,” Mitch suggested, lowering himself along Warren’s front in a slow, sensuous glide until their cocks nestled beside each other. Eyes locked with Warren, Mitch rose several inches dropped back down, applying even more pressure to Warren’s cock.

Warren’s eyes dilated with the press of Mitch’s cock to his, and he reached up to clasp the other’s man’s face, pulling him down for a hot, messy kiss. Sliding down a bit on the polished wood of the bench, he brought their erections into full contact and started to hitch himself back and forth, silently begging for more friction. “Fuck, Mitch,” he hissed as the other man settled his weight, pressed their cocks together, and then moved slightly away.

“Feel good?” Mitch asked rhetorically. “It’d feel even better skin to skin. I’m leaking so much our cocks would have plenty of lubrication. It feels fucking awesome; the shafts so hard but the skin so soft.” Warren arched up with a particularly well-placed thrust, and Mitch saw stars. “Yes! Damn, just like that. Fuck yourself against me, baby.”

“Jesus Christ,” Warren swore, eyes falling shut as he pushed up and pulled back, his fingers gripping Mitch’s waist tightly. “Shit, Mitch, I’m gonna muss my pants,” he all but begged.

“Do it. Come for me. I wish I could taste you. Taste you like I tasted Kasey. Feel you sliding against my tongue. Will you let me do that sometime Warren? Suck you ’til you come?” Mitch moved faster, keeping pace with the clenching of Warren’s fingers on his hips.

Gut clenching, Warren gave up worrying about what he was doing, pulling Mitch’s hips to smash their groins together almost painfully. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you,” he growled, desire simmering, nearly on edge.

Mitch smiled at Warren turning the table on him. “So now I’m paying you for answers....” He placed random kisses over Warren’s face as he talked, ending with his lips, tongue immediately claiming the willing mouth.

Warren groaned deeply, a low mewl of worry escaping his lips as he thrust harder up against Mitch, and then he snapped without warning, letting out a ragged cry. “Fucking Christ!” he rasped, his voice wracked with sheer wonder as he came hard in his trousers.

Kasey had just pushed through the door to see Mitch humping Warren’s lap, and the blond’s guttural curse made it all too obvious what was going on. His eyes widened, taking in the absolutely gorgeous sight of Warren in the throes of orgasm.

Soothing Warren with a series of soft kisses, Mitch stilled his hips, but maintained the pressure, his hands stroking the blond’s cheeks, neck, arms. Swallowing thickly, Mitch panted for breath as his cock throbbed, screaming for release.

“Aww man, I missed more fun,” Kasey mock complained, strolling over to slide his knuckles over Warren’s cheek, seeing the glazed look in his eyes. Then he looked at Mitch; it was clear right away that he hadn’t gotten off. “Feeling a little stiff there, Mitch?” Kasey teased.

“Maybe a little,” Mitch groaned as Warren shifted beneath him. He knew he needed to move. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable position for either of them, and now that the passion of the moment was dissipating, he knew Warren would be feeling cramped and sticky. “How about giving me a hand?” he asked, extending his to Kasey.

Kasey grinned, taking Mitch’s hand to balance him as he climbed off Warren, who just looked like he was shell-shocked. Kasey chuckled and leaned over to kiss Warren languidly, purring as the other man’s warm lips gave and parted under his immediately. He pulled back with a knowing smile. “Getting hit by Mitch is like getting hit by a truck, isn’t it, Warren?” he teased lightly.

Mitch pushed playfully at Kasey’s shoulder. “Fuck you. You weren’t complaining half an hour ago.”

Flashing another smile, the brunet shrugged. “That was half an hour ago. What will you do for me now?” he jibed.

“Shut up, you cocky bastards, I’m trying to recover here,” Warren mumbled, finally stirring on the hard bench and cracking open his eyes to see Kasey, rather than just feel Kasey. “You finally wake up?” he poked.