DJ picked up his phone. "YYyyyeessss?"
"Look out the window."
"What? Why?"
"Just look. The front window."
DJ thudded downstairs and walked to the front windows. He pulled back the wool curtains and used his sleeve to clear the glass. The sodium lights made the snow look orange in the dusk light. Not a soul in sight. Not even a deer. He parted his lips to tell Nick that. But then - across the street, from behind the opposite site, was a figure, shuffling on cross country skis.
"No way." DJ said.
"Hiiii," Nick said. He waved his hand holding his ski pole.
"You skied all the way here??"
"Yeah, it was just a couple miles. Flat terrain, very easy."
DJ picked his jaw up. "Get in here before you freeze to death."
"Coming! I'm gonna hang up now."
DJ watched Nick put the phone into his jacket pocket. He pulled the scarf up and began to move again.
"Unbelievable...," DJ muttered. Nick scooted up the driveway and then up the path to the front door, where DJ was standing there waiting and rubbing his arms in protection from the biting temperatures.
"Hi DJ!"
"Nicholas Reiner, you're an absolute lunatic. The weather was so bad today."
"First of all, we Germans like to say that there is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing." Nick was standing a foot higher than DJ in the vestibule due to the snow piled up against the house.
"Oh, thank you for clarifying," DJ said acridly. He brought the poles and Nick's bag into the house and helped Nick dismount from his skis. DJ threw a towel down to soak up the snow that had tumbled into the house.
"Secondly," Nick said, "You can't sent me a thirst picture like that and tell me you've been feeling slutty all day, and expect me to just sit at home sending you eggplant emojis going 'oh well!'. Snowstorm or not, you will not go unfucked."
"That is very noble of you to cross the snowfields of Portsmith for my needs." DJ blushed and closed the door.
Nick stepped out of his boots and gestured to his crotch. "I have brought cock, good Sir, as an offering to our neighboring kingdom."
DJ snorted. "Your offering is greatly appreciated. The harvest so far has been barren...and frustrating." He grabbed Nick by the collar of his snowsuit and kissed him hard so Nick could understand. Nick's lips were cold but his tongue was warm.
Nick emitted a deep groan. He didn't want to break the kiss, but he had no choice. "If I don't get out of this snowsuit I'm going to boil alive."
DJ smiled. "Do you want any sustenance before I escort you to your quarters in the high tower?"
"Just some water, please."
DJ fetched a couple glasses and escorted Nick upstairs. As they undressed, DJ glanced up at the right time to see Nick standing there in thermal leggings. The bulge between his legs made DJ ache. "Are you wearing underwear?"
"No," Nick replied.
DJ groaned. "Fuckin' hell..." his hands went to the taut fabric, roaming and exploring. He shape of the shaft under his fingertips excited him. A whimper escaped from his throat. "God I need this."
Nick's hands went back to squeeze DJ's ass. "I love when a man says he needs me..."
They began to kiss again. Nick loved getting his hands on DJ's plump pecs. DJ was hairier than most of his lovers, and he quite liked bedding a man most would perceive to be a top.
DJ's choice to enjoy a suction cup dildo in the shower earlier today was now proving to be a fortuitous choice, as he was properly stretched and relaxed. It took not much time to get him ready, and a good coating of lubricant did the rest. DJ was pushed his ass up toward him, looking a picture of beauty in that "good boy" pose, and Nick gave him exactly what a "good boy" gets. Long, slow strokes stoked the fires until Nick was dripping sweat on his back and cursing under his breath in German.
DJ twisted the sheets in one hand and fisted his cock with the other, drooling into the mattress the whole while.
The windows in the bedroom fogged up. The old floorboards creaked louder, louder, and louder...a series of fast squeaks from the vintage metal bedframe followed. It was punctuated by desperate gasping.
"Ah, mein lieb," Nick whispered.
DJ went through a list of vowel sounds.
Nick cupped DJ's ass on one side, while the other hand guided his cock in and out of that open hole. Pearly cum dripped out. Few sights were more satisfying.
"The kingdom reports a bountiful harvest," DJ croaked and dropped his head back onto the pillow.
Nick laughed. "The royal court was happy to assist our closest ally."
They remembered there was water and quenched themselves. Nick opened a window.
In the shower they were kissing again, and as they moisturized afterwards DJ got on his knees on the bathmat and took his partner to the back of his throat. Not much came out of Nick, but it pleased him to have a big man at his feet who worshiped his penis.
The ski tracks were buried now, and the darkness had thoroughly set in. DJ played to Nick's German sense of logic and insisted he should stay the night. A fine meal of meatloaf and potatoes and green beans was made, and they settled down for a movie - until DJ was distracted by Nick's free cock again in his leggings. Nick was content to let his partner have him as a fidget toy, as there was nothing left in his balls to give and his energy was depleted anyway.
When they had sex the next morning again, the orgasm had half the muster of the night prior. It was for DJ's pleasure more than Nick, as DJ had initiated by pressing himself up against Nick's body for "warmth" under the covers. Nick was pleased to get one last round in regardless, and he felt content knowing he could depart having fully sated his partner. The taut energy in DJ's muscles had melted away, and there was a heavy lidded look to DJ that Nick wish he could capture in a painting.
His grizzly bear had turned into a mushy teddy bear and gave him goo-goo eyes over breakfast and cocoa.
Nick started the retrip ski trip home refreshed in the crisp winter air, but the soreness in his thighs and glutes soon proved it to be an exhausting affair. He collapsed into a hot bath at home and stayed there until the water was cold. When he picked his phone up from its charging place, it was full of heart emojis from DJ. They made Nick smile.
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