“Is it still snowing?”
“See for yourself, Michael.”
He did as Simon suggested, further pulling aside the curtain. His glee was evident as he watched the fat flakes accumulate upon what was already a snowy landscape.
“I never thought I’d see snow again, Simon, especially after leaving earth.”
“That’s why they pay me the big bucks. I figure things out.”
“They don’t pay what you used to earn. How did you manage to afford this trip?”
“Don’t worry your pretty head. It wasn’t that expensive.”
“Flying across the Tantra Star System couldn’t have been cheap.”
“You’re worth it. And the accommodations themselves are reasonable because this isn’t your typical tourist spot.”
“I noticed the few other guests all seem to be businessmen on a working trip.”
“It’s a failing commercial district.”
“I guess you’re not terribly excited to be here, then.”
“Are you kidding? Seeing you enjoy cold weather for the first time since I’ve known you is all I could have wanted.”
“Thank you for not laughing at me for making angels in the snow bank.”
“If you hadn’t done it I would have shown you how.”
“Really? My dignified Mr. X?”
“Hey! I was a kid once, you know.”
“It’s still really something to imagine you on your back in a snow drift.”
“Why don’t you come away from that window and lie down on your back in this bed?”
“Ooh, that sounds like a fine idea.”
“Do it before you scare some caribou or something,” Simon suggested, laughing.
“Do they have something like that here? I’d love to see them.”
“Tomorrow. We’ll go sightseeing on a snow machine tomorrow.”
Letting the curtain drop, Michael said, “For now, you want to lock horns?”
“I don’t think the equivalent of whatever animal live here have horns, but I get your ‘drift’,” Simon joked.
“Ha, ha. Very funny.”
“And I like where you’re going with the implication of locking horns. It’s true that whatever you’re willing to let me do to you is what I feared would frighten the wildlife.”
While Simon spoke, Michael crawled onto the bed and stretched out. His lips curled in a seductive smile, despite the fact they’d been naked since checking into the hotel. He really didn’t know how much more he had left in him to give his lover. Obviously not concerned with this fact, Simon straddled Michael’s waist and began smoothing his large palms over Michael’s flat abdomen.
“Your skin is so soft, Michael. I love the feel of you.” Simon leaned down and breathed his next words into his lover’s half open mouth, Michael anxious for the kiss he expected. “I love you.”
Turning his head and lifting his left hand, Michael admired the diamond band he’d received when they first left earth. They weren’t legally married on any planet, but Simon made his intention clear for whenever they might decide to take that step. Michael was his.
Simon sneezed to the side of the pillow under Michael’s head. “Your hair tickled my nose!”
“Then I guess you should kiss me,” Michael advised, turning back from the sparkling jewelry to face the dark haired man overtop him.
“Tell me you love me, first.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Once would have sufficed.”
“Why? Once isn’t enough for sex. You’re already getting hard again, Simon.”
“You have that affect on me.”
Instead of saying more, Michael implored for a kiss by capturing Simon’s lips with his own. He pumped his hips into the larger man’s groin as their tongues slid over one another, teeth clicking lightly.
However unprepared he was for another orgasm, Michael found himself surrendering gladly to Simon’s need. He blinked dazedly up when asked a question.
“Will you turn over so I can take you from behind?”
“Yes, Simon,” Michael slurred, drunk on the lusty kisses.
He soon found himself cradled gently in the other man’s hands. They supported his belly and his ribcage as Simon pushed inside him.
“Is that good for you?”
“I love it… so much,” Michael managed as Simon nibbled his ear.
“Let me know if it gets to be too much. You’ve put up with a lot this afternoon.”
“Put up with?” Michael turned at the waist, sliding in Simon’s hands, a lazy smile on his face. “I love when you make love to me over and over.”
“I promise,” Simon grunted, suddenly overcome with pleasure, “… to take you sightseeing tomorrow.”
“Mmmm,” Michael agreed, pushing back against his lover’s thrusts. “After we sleep in.”