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The rest of the drive was quiet. Aidan focused on the road, watching as the trees and fields
gradually became covered in snow and white and reminded him that this far north, spring break was
still in winter. Aidan kept driving as the sun slowly disappeared behind clouds and the winter air filled
the car with a chill that the heaters struggled to disperse.
Aidan turned off at an exit, so unexpectedly that Sammy was only vaguely aware that they were
somewhere in Vermont, and then drove along more highways, these smaller, long, blank stretches of
road that twisted and turned in the green and brown and overwhelming white of the countryside. The
lengthy stretches gave way to scarcely paved roads, and then to gravel, and then to a solitary single
lane road, snaking up the side of a mountain.
They pulled out of the tree line to the base of a cabin. It was a log cabin, long, thick, round lengths
of wood together, but it was also something else, an expanse of glass tilted out over the mountain,
floor to ceiling, overlooking the peaceful snow-covered trees below. The cabin was literally built into
the side of the mountain, near the peak, and from its chimney smoke floated up into the gray of the
sky.
"Where are we?" asked Sammy, looking around.
"Someplace peaceful," said Aidan softly, "where we can be alone. Where we can learn to be
together." Aidan looked at Sammy, eyes glinting with tears. "I want us to be together, Sammy."
Sammy nodded anxiously. "That's what I want, too."
"Come on," said Aidan, stepping out of the car. He hurried to the door. It was cold not to have a
coat. Sammy followed as Aidan rushed forward, pulling open the door and stepping inside. The
interior was the same golden color, natural wood. Aidan closed the door firmly and led Sammy into
the cabin.
The living room was a circle of polished stone surrounding a roaring fire, casting its heat outward.
A thick, bearskin rug lay out in front of it, brightly lit by the flames. The edges of the stone faded to
polished hardwood floors, and couches were arranged in something of an arc, still within the ring of
heat. The far wall was glass, tilted out so the whole of the mountain below could be seen.
"You rented us a cabin?" asked Sammy softly.
Aidan chuckled. "This is for us to have time together," said Aidan. "No hospitals, no crazy sorority,
no Caroline, no Steven. Just you and me." Aidan hooked his thumb into the waistband of Sammy's
jeans and pulled the rower close. "Together, finally."
"Aidan, baby..." said Sammy, dropping his school bag to the floor. His hands went to Aidan's face,
brushing the hair away. His passion was frantic, his lips meeting Aidan's in a desperate demand for
surrender.
And Aidan, Aidan surrendered joyfully.
Chapter 37
"Wanna... in front of the fire--"
Fuck. "I want that, too," said Aidan, "but my ribs, I can't, not after driving all that way."
Sammy worked hard to erase the disappointment from his face, but Aidan could still see it.
"No, no, honey, I didn't get you worked up just to tease you."
"But--"
Aidan nodded with his head toward a hallway. "Bedroom," he whispered. "Maybe we can do the fire
tomorrow."
"You'd still want that?"
"Told you I wanted it," said Aidan, standing on tiptoes to kiss him. "Take me to bed."
Sammy shuddered. "Gonna make you feel so good." Sammy's lips descended onto Aidan's neck,
latching on and beginning to suck hard.
"Oh, yes," moaned Aidan, one hand cupping Sammy's ass to pull him closer, the other raking down
Sammy's chest. "Sooo good. Want... ooh... ahh..."
Sammy pulled away, his tongue teasing at the spot.
Aidan was panting.
"Liked that?"
"Yours," whispered Aidan. "Make me yours."
"Mmm."
Aidan let his arm fall and unbuckled his belt and his trousers. "Sammy... oh, God," Sammy was
tasting his neck again. Licking it. Sucking it. Marking it. "So good. Aiiigh... Yes... oh, God, soooo
good. Yes!"
Sammy pulled away. "Yeah, I think you liked that," said Sammy. "My naughty boy... so bad."
Sammy's hands moved to Aidan's shirt, slowly unbuttoning, kissing at each bit of exposed flesh.
"Want it so bad, baby."
Aidan shook his head, gently pushing Sammy away. "Uh... oh, God. No Sammy, need... need to..."
"Want it, baby, give me some sugar."
"Yes! Yes, you wanted... take me," said Aidan.
"Oh, God, want that so bad, baby."
Aidan nodded, feeling a little wobbly on his feet. "Bed, that way," said Aidan, pointing down the
hallway. "Need it, so you can... you can..."
"So I can take you," said Sammy, his voice husky and deep.
"Take me," said Aidan. "Oh, God, yes, take me!"
And then he was being lifted, staring up at Sammy's jaw as he was carried carefully down the hall
and into the bedroom. Sammy stopped at the doorway and set Aidan down.
Sammy pulled his shirt off and kicked off shoes and socks, leaving his jeans unbuttoned. He
glanced again at Aidan, still fully clothed. "Need some help?" he asked, smiling.
"Yeah, still a little sore," said Aidan.
Sammy removed Aidan's shirt very carefully, hissing at the bruising on Aidan's right side, and
tossed the shirt aside. Aidan kicked off his own shoes and dropped his trousers, lifting his foot to let
Sammy know he needed some help with the socks. Sammy smiled at him and kneeled to pull the socks
off, then pressed close. Sammy's hand cupped Aidan's swelling cock through the fabric, and the tall
man's eyes closed. Sammy trembled against him.
"Baby, I want this. I want it so bad that... once I start, baby," Sammy's head rubbed against Aidan's
crotch, "I don't think I'll be able to stop. I know I should be able to, but baby, with you... I just don't
have any control."
A finger hooked under his chin and tipped it up. Aidan smiled at him. "Oh, Sammy, I don't want
you to have control."
Sammy pressed a kiss against the jut of Aidan's hip bone. He breathed rather deeply several times.
"Want to--"
"Remember what I said on the balcony, that first night? When you asked me to give up Steven for
you? I told you that you could take me. I promised. Just how you wanted."
Sammy looked up desperately into Aidan's eyes, and he tore the cotton briefs, ripping them off of
Aidan's body, exposing Aidan's cock. He cupped the swell of rapidly hardening manhood and kissed it.
"Mine, it's mine, baby."
"T-take it," whispered Aidan.
"This," said Sammy, rubbing the jut of bone at Aidan's hip, "it's mine."
"M-mark it. It's yours."
Sammy's lips and teeth descended against Aidan's hip, and Aidan wailed at the force of the
desperate love bite, moaning as Sammy claimed that spot of his flesh.
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