Sno Ho (5 page)

"You already hate me, so what's the difference?"

I let out a gasp. "After all the dirty, dirty things I just let you do to me?" I raised my voice up to sound all girlie. "My daddy warned me about boys like you!" I tore off another chuck of muffin and stared down at my chest. I shrugged and dabbed the muffin in the cum and popped it in my mouth.

"I can't
believe
you just did that!"

"Yeah," I snarled up my lip, "didn't quite think that one through all the way."

He laughed and I felt his hand land on the leg that I'd tossed over his. "That's the best you got?"

"What?" I shrugged. "I was craving sweet and salty and it was right there in front of me. Like everything that had happened today had led up to this moment when I discovered that cum and banana muffin were an irresistible combo."

"Man, you talk fast." He squeezed my thigh and laughed, his hand inching a bit toward my crotch. "That mouth of yours should be considered a moving violation."

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"Me?" I asked innocently, swallowing another morsel. I smiled realizing I wasn't stressed out or angry or feeling all weird and icky about Wade any longer. "That's 'cause I say twice as much as the average individual." It was as if the double header of fucking had rid me of my angst. "Gotta get it all out there in the time allotted." I decided it was the fact I couldn't remember the sex that had had me all weirded out.

"You're a little scary," Wade said, his chest still heaving up and down as he tried to get his wind back.

"Coming from the man who's afraid of white flour and likes to fake ski?"

"Excuse me?" He said, lifting his head off the floor. "Fake what?"

"Skiing." I popped in the last bit of muffin. "First of all it's a stupid sport, and secondly you're not even doing it the right way."

Wade rolled onto his side and looked at me like I'd just turned into an alien. "Well, thank God you're here to set us all straight on this matter. Please, enlighten me."

"As for the right way, well that would be on water...as God intended." I felt a slight stiffness in my chest as he looked into my eyes. "And...can you really explain stupidity?"

Shit...the ick is coming back!

"Skiing on water is for pussies!" He poked me in the side, causing me to giggle. He seemed to take note that I was indeed ticklish as he arched his eyebrows at me. Then he stood up and walked across the floor to his clothes. "I can't believe you'd even think that water skiing required even one tenth of the skill that
real
skiing does."

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"Fine," I said, propping myself up with my elbows. "But my way has us half naked, baking in the hot sun and all oiled up—smelling of cocoa buttery goodness." I watched, slightly confused by the fact I was a little sad to see him pull on his underwear. "With your way, we're wearing more layers than an onion, and dealing with bitter-ass cold temperatures that cause unwanted shrinkage."

"I don't really have to worry about shrinkage." Wade stood staring at me, holding his pants in one hand as he grabbed his crotch with the other. "I'm not completely sure," he started as he shoved a long leg into his pants, "but I think you might actually run risk of being stoned to death uttering such blasphemy in this neck of the woods."

I frowned and shrugged as he zipped up and bent over to grab his shirts. I began to feel odd lying naked on the floor...completely covered in cold semen. "I'm sorry...did I
not
mention the cocoa buttery goodness?"

"I guess that means you won't be continuing with your lessons."

"Eh," I shrugged. "They are paid for."

He laughed, then stared at me blankly. I swallowed, again finding it difficult to breathe. I could tell he was trying to work something out in his head, I could practically see the wheels turning, but I had no clue what it could be.

"Have dinner with me?"

"Um," I felt my face flush as he pulled on his shirts. "How about you get me a towel or something?" I pointed to my chest.

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He smiled and looked full of wickedness, much like he'd been before, when I showed up for my first ski lesson. "Have dinner with me, and I'll get you a towel."

I laughed with a snort. "Like you'd
really
leave me like this."

He shot me a no-bull shit, I-most-certainly-can-and-will look.

"Oh come on! I totally got you a paper towel after I shot all over you earlier!" I really didn't want to try making it to the shower while attempting to not leave a trail of cum in my wake, and with the amount of it on me, which while already getting a little crispy looking around the edges, I most certainly would.

"Dinner buys you a nice warm fluffy damp towel."

"You fucking prick!"

"Ah, ah!" Wade shook his finger at me. "Insults not included."

I was
instantly
irritated and Wade seemed to thoroughly enjoy witnessing the transformation as that evil smile returned. He finished putting on his boots and stood up, heading for his parka.

"Last chance, Sparky."

"Fine!" I hated that smirk on his face. The fact that he'd won and he knew it, was going to eat at me all afternoon.

I opened my mouth to tell him off and he held up a hand and called back as he went round the corner into the bath. "If you can't say anything nice..."

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note to never again allow myself to be the cum repository.

Wade entered the room again, towel in hand. He smiled down at me, seeming to enjoy towering over me. I wanted to kick him in the nuts and make a grab for the towel.

Wade glanced over me, his eyes getting all squinty as if he could sense what I was thinking. "You're not a very nice boy."

He laughed down at me as I impatiently held out my hand.

Hi pot, I thought. "There will be no sex included with this dinner." I looked at him seriously. "I doubt my ass could handle it again, anyway." Take that, I thought. You might be able to twist my arm into dinner but this boy's closing up the barn doors.

He grinned like he didn't believe a damn thing I'd just said and dropped the towel onto me. It was warm and damp, and it felt good covering my bare skin.

Wade turned and headed for the door. "I guess you can fuck me, then," Wade called back as he opened the door.

"You wish, you little shit!"

I felt my jaws clench as he let out a deep rolling laugh, closing the door before I could tell him what I'd really like to shove up his ass. I noticed the steam coming out of the bathroom door from the shower he'd left running for me, as I wiped myself off. I rolled up the towel when I was done and stood up to head for the shower.
Stupid ass man-wall!

As I rounded the corner into the bath I wondered, "What the hell am I going to wear?"

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I rode quietly in the back seat of the cab Wade had sent to pick me up at the lodge, looking out the window over Summit City. The tiny little mountain town looked like something Norman Rockwell dreamt up. Its pristine Victorian brick, stone, and clapboard sided structures were filled with boutiques, pubs, coffee houses and restaurants. There were no Walmarts or Costcos. TarGay? No way! Everything in Summit City was locally-owned and operated.

The entire town could've been mistaken for 1940's America, creeping out of the mist ala
Brigadoon,
if it weren't for all the SUVs and pickup trucks. The business center of town was surrounded on all sides by residential neighborhoods...streets all perfectly lined with rows and rows of little snow covered Victorian houses.

The newer condos that had been allowed were relegated to the farthest outskirts along with the lodge, not necessarily unloved but certainly the bastard step children of that little thing called commercialism. I could practically hear the lyrics to,
Ya Got Trouble
from
The Music Man
playing on loop in my head as I imagined the town deciding whether or not to allow the existence of the dirty lodge, opening themselves up to outsiders such as myself.

I wondered if the sleepy little hamlet came complete with the array of odd small-town characters one liked to imagine living in places like this—if one indeed could even imagine places like this still existed in this day in age. Despite my instinct to mock and poke fun at it, I did deep down secretly love it, though I'd never admit such things publicly.

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It wasn't as though Albuquerque was some huge pulsating metropolis. Despite the half million residents, I did like to think it was the perfect balance between big city and small town. The people were friendly, you still knew your neighbors, but there was plenty of arts and entertainment...things to do aside from sitting on your front porch and watch the time creak by. Even still, I imagined it would be a bit of a culture shock going from one to the other.

I'd been doing really well with the writing that first week that I was here alone—waiting for Phillip. I laughed, remembering how sweet I thought it was when he insisted I take an extra week and come up early so I could concentrate on my writing. For the first time he seemed to notice how important
anything
had been to me. I thought he wanted to support my dreams—he really just wanted to get me out of town so he could move all my shit back to my place and avoid having to deal with me as if I were a human being.

It was quiet up here, and without any of the distractions of home and family, I did seem to be able to concentrate better.

I'd even started back work on one of my many deserted novels. Then I got dumped, and now I've been bamboozled by an asshole with an ego that could rival the surrounding mountains in size and scale.

An extremely smoking-hot asshole, I thought as the cab pulled up to the curb in front of the restaurant where I was meeting Wade. His wavy black Superhero hair was blowing gently in the breeze, and I felt as if my heart had fallen out of my chest and now lay flopping about on the floorboard of the 45

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car. This won't do, I thought, as he opened the door for me. I handed the driver some money as a tip.

I had no business spending time with him, I admitted to myself as I got out of the car. I felt a rush of heat shoot through my body as he placed a hand on my shoulder to direct me toward the entrance of the restaurant. His smile was practically cutting into my gut. A black parka wrapped around him, covering the bulk of his junk, his jeaned legs jutting out and stretching down to the clunky black boots. I instantly cursed the long coat, wondering how his ass would look wrapped in snug denim. It was lightly snowing again and I felt a flake hit my cheek. I imagined it sizzling, before instantly evaporating upon its landing.

I knew on some level Wade was affecting me in some new unexplained way, and I also knew with every fiber of my being, that I was playing with the fire of my feelings. I seriously needed to look into getting some therapy, I thought, realizing I was also secretly enjoying every second of it. It was new and different, and if nothing else, I was a boy who was totally addicted to new and different.

I entered the restaurant as Wade held the door open for me, greeted by a warm rush of air. My tummy growled a bit catching a whiff of the deliciousness that hung in the air. As Wade came in from behind me, sliding his coat off, I caught the sight of the deliciousness that was his ass wrapped in denim.

"So not disappointed," I said under my breath.

"It's a nice place," Wade agreed, mistaking my compliment as a tiny wisp of a girl with straight blonde hair took our 46

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coats. I caught her looking from Wade to myself, then shaking her head slightly as she disappeared around the corner.

There it is, I thought, the seedy underbelly of small-mountain-town America...gay haters. She's probably lighting a candle and praying for our souls already. I looked down noticing Wade's hand giving my arm a squeeze. I smiled up at him and followed as he crossed the bar, passing the round stone fireplace that was sitting smack in the middle of the dining room.

Wade was smiling and waving as the other diners all looked up and smiled, returning his warm greetings. He introduced me to a few people. It was very odd, he seemed to know everyone, and vice versa. More small town creepiness, I thought. I guessed that here, the whole town was considered a neighbor as I went about surveying the entire dining room.

People were actually having conversations with the diners who were sitting at the surrounding tables.

Wade had on a thick rumply-looking putty colored sweater, which stretched the tiniest bit across his chest. I wondered where he shopped—was there some Mega-man Mart I'd never heard of? It had to be a pain in the ass for him to find clothes that fit.

"You look very good," Wade said as we sat down across from one another. A sexy smile came across his face and his hand brushed my arm, before settling back onto his side of the table.

I'd practically had a nervous breakdown trying to figure out what to wear. I settled on my lowest of low rise jeans and 47

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a red plaid cowboy shirt with pearly white snap buttons. It was several years old, but hadn't been worn that much. I'd purchased it before my trip to the gay rodeo with a bunch of friends many moons ago. Many a horse had been saved that weekend as many a cowboy had been ridden. I'd thrown on my hiking boots deciding it was the best I could do at looking like I hadn't given it a second thought. I knew the cowboy shirt fit me just right, accentuating my long lithe upper body.

"Where's your dad, Sarah?" Wade asked as the gay-hating blond girl, who'd probably doused our coats with holy water, came sauntering up to the table.

"In the back." Sarah sat a menu in front of me, but not in front of Wade. "I'll tell him you're here."