8. When A Night Turns Into A Day

EIGHT

WHEN A NIGHT TURNS INTO A DAY

A snout poking into the leg I had stuck out of our improvised nest woke me up. Everything around me was soft and warm—the blankets, the air swirling around my exposed foot, and the arm holding me close.

Jack and I lay cuddled together on the couch, which was about the size of a single mattress. With him being as tall as he was, I wouldn’t have thought there would be much room for me to sleep, but he had pulled me close all night, making sure I didn’t fall off.

It still seemed dark outside, but I couldn’t tell if that was because it was early or because the storm had dumped so much snow on the house that the sun couldn’t reach the windows.

The fire was still raging, turning the room orange. Shouldn’t it have died down by now or at least been smaller?

Another warm and wet nudge against the sole of my foot was followed by a low whine. I straightened my legs, causing an audible crack in my ankles, and turned to face the source.

Maggie wagged her tail and came over to me. I reached for her head, and she didn't complain when I patted her. But after only three strokes, she looked at the door, flattened her ears, and whimpered again to let me know it was time to get up, even though she herself didn't think it was a good idea to go outside.

“I know,” I whispered to her. “I’ll go with you, but let’s be quiet.”

The arm around me pulled me in closer. A second nose nuzzled my neck before digging into my hair to take a deep breath.

“See, now we woke Jack up,” I whispered to Maggie.

“Don’t worry about Jack,” he grumbled behind me, still half asleep. “Jack needs to put more logs on the fire anyway.”

I sat up even though I didn’t want to.

Jack didn’t stop me from moving, but he made sure his hand didn’t lose contact with me. His left cheek looked crumpled, a dent resembling the seam of the couch adorning it. He blinked his eyes open, and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw me. “Morning,” he said, unable to keep both his eyes open at the same time. “What time is it?”

I fumbled for my phone on the coffee table next to us. I tapped on it, revealing a bold 6:01 a.m. “Six already.”

“Already?” he laughed. “ Already! Oh, my God.” He closed his eyes and stretched his arms over his head. The blanket slid off his body, revealing his muscles and hairy armpits, thanks to his still being naked. “I didn’t expect you to be a morning person.”

“I didn’t expect you to sleep naked.”

“Touché.”

Maggie rested her head on the couch as if to remind us she was still there.

Jack’s eyes darted between her and me as if he had to decide who should get the attention of his hands. But while his left found its way behind Maggie’s ears, his right remained on my arm.

“A special lady needs to go outside,” I said. “Do you think that’s wise?”

Jack tilted his head to glance out the window at the front yard. “I guess you could try to stay on the porch. That should be fine.”

“Yeah. Thought so, too.” I leaned my head over to get into Maggie’s line of sight. “So, should we try our luck? What do you think?”

She yelped, pulled her snout off the couch, and trotted to the door.

“I guess that’s a very reluctant yes,” I laughed and stood up.

Jack’s fingers wrapped around my wrist to keep me from leaving. He sat up and pulled me back onto the couch, wrapping his arms around me, his palms rubbing up and down my shoulders. “I can go if you don’t want to,” he whispered. “You know by now that I don’t care about the cold.”

“Oh, is that why you’re naked? And I thought you were just happy to see me.”

“I am happy to see you.” He pulled me into a kiss.

As our mouths parted, my eyes were drawn to Jack’s groin, where the blanket had formed a tent.

Jack chuckled. “ Really happy.”

Memories of our last night flashed through my mind, filling me with anticipation of what this day might bring. The blizzard was still raging, and while I hoped the worst was over, I wouldn’t mind if it lasted a little longer.

A scratch on the door reminded us we weren’t alone.

“Before I can take care of that,” I said to Jack, staring at his erection, “I need to take care of something else. And no, I will not let you take her outside. I must do something for my money as well.” I jumped up, and Jack’s eyes darted to my briefs, which didn’t hide my own erection. Heat rushed up my cheeks. “I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again: Merry Christmas.”

“Best present ever,” Jack grinned.

With a quiet but stern bark, Maggie scratched the door again, making Jack and I jump up to start our day.

My hopes that the worst was over were quickly dashed. I was wrapped in three layers of clothes, and as soon as I opened the door, the cold crawled under them as if I had gone outside naked. Jack stood behind me, not shivering at all, even though he was wearing only the gray sweatpants I had lent him.

Maybe I should have taken him up on his offer.

The wind had blown so much snow against the door that a wall had formed in front of it. I kicked it down to clear the way. The porch was now level with the rest of the front yard. I couldn’t see the street. Only a small hill marked the spot where Jack’s broken-down pickup truck was parked.

Maggie glanced at me as she reluctantly placed one foot on the porch, accepting her fate.

We took three steps, far enough for Jack to close the door behind us, but neither of us wanted to see if we could go any further. The chances of being swallowed by the snow if we tried to step out into the front yard were too high. As soon as the door was closed, Maggie made it to the end of the porch, did her thing, kicked some snow back over the spot, and went back to the door. She was so fast that Jack didn’t even get to the fireplace.

“That was quick.” He laughed as he let us back in. He grabbed the towel from the shoe rack and squatted down to dry Maggie's paws.

“Can you blame her?” I said as I stepped onto the plastic shoe tray and closed the door behind me.

We divided up the chores. While I fed Maggie and bribed her with a dog biscuit to let me give her the ear medicine, Jack filled the fireplace with fresh logs and made breakfast. It ended up being plain bread with some cheese on it, but that was okay. At least we weren't freezing.

Once we were all fed, Maggie decided that sleeping was the only thing that was on her agenda today and trudged to her bed in the kitchen.

Jack called Dany on the landline to see if he could get an update. As of now, the forecast said the storm wouldn’t subside for at least another forty-eight hours, and everyone should stay put. But the power should be back on soon.

We didn’t care.

It was Christmas, and there was nowhere we should or could be. The power might have been out, but our fire wasn’t.

We snuggled under the blankets, watching the fire crackle. I lay in his arms, his legs wrapped around mine. His hands couldn’t stop touching me everywhere. They wandered over my face, neck, and chest, down to my thighs, and under my waistband. Just as they wrapped around my cock, the Christmas tree lights came back on.

We both raised our heads.

A beep echoed through the house, and the whirring of the ventilation filled the room with white noise.

“I don’t want to stop, but…” Jack pulled his hand out of my underwear. “…I think it would be best to check if there’s any damage to the house.”

“Sure.” Our boners weren’t going anywhere anyway, and electricity meant hot water. “I’m also dying for a shower,” I said.

“Me too.”

“You know,” I bit my lower lip. This was the moment to make my fantasy come true. “We could take one together.” I rested my hand on his bulge to give him an idea of where I was going with this. His dick twitched so hard I could feel it through the fabric. “I’ll take your dick’s reaction as a yes.”

“Who needs a mouth when my dick does the talking?” Jack laughed.

“Oh, I can think of a lot of things you could do with a mouth besides talk.” I squeezed his bulge.

Jack blushed, but with this prospect now on the table, I let go of him and stood up. A little anticipation would only add to our fun.

It took about an hour for the air conditioning to heat the house enough for us to think about taking a shower. While Jack checked to make sure there was no damage to the other rooms from cooling down so much, I tidied up the living room and put the blankets back where they came from.

“Everything looks good in here, too,” he called through the house.

I followed his voice into the main bedroom. It had the same low ceilings as my room but a lot more furniture crammed into it—a king-size mahogany bed with matching nightstands and a mechanical sewing machine, plus two large dressers and a walk-in closet to the left.

“Noah?” Jack yelled as if I wasn’t already close. He appeared at the back right door leading to the main bathroom but stopped when he saw me. “Come here.”

This bathroom was twice the size of the one downstairs. It was remodeled in the same Scandinavian style and had a large tub in the center, right in front of a window that looked out at the pine trees and snow-capped mountains behind the house.

“I have a suggestion,” Jack said. “Something I never thought I would do, and I’m still hesitant about because it feels so wrong. But given our circumstances… promise not to tell?”

“That depends on what you’re suggesting and whether the police will question me about it in a few days.”

“It’s not that bad,” he said, pointing to the bathtub. “I’ve always envied their tub. The bathroom in my apartment has only a small shower, no window, and a deafening vent.” He walked over and sat down on the ledge, pointing inside. “They even have jets, Noah.” His eyes were wide, blinking at me as if this forbidden pleasure had been on his mind for years.

“I was thinking maybe instead of a shower, we could do this?”

“So what I’m hearing is you’re suggesting a spa day?” It was much more tempting than what I had imagined us doing.

“If anyone asks, we can always say it was to treat ourselves from the blizzard we had to hike through.”

I laughed. “Who would ask us? You’re their house cleaner. As long as we leave the place spotless and keep our mouths shut, no one will find out. Besides, they hired me as a dog and house sitter. That includes living here and treating it like my own home. They even said I don’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m careful not to break anything.”

“Which we won’t.”

“So I think since this is my home for the week, we’re not only allowed to take a bath and enjoy it, we’re obligated to do so.”

“As long as we break nothing.”

“Exactly.”

Jack took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “So you like my idea?”

“You fill it up while I get us some drinks. Once we get comfortable, we’ll probably stay for a while.” I nudged him back to the tub and turned around.

“Just one more thing,” Jack stopped me. “About the not breaking anything part. Maybe we shouldn’t fuck in the guest bed. It’s not as sturdy as it looks.”

I laughed as I made my way to the kitchen. He was much hornier than I thought. How lucky was I?

I turned on some ethereal music on my phone and placed it on the sink. It was the final touch we needed to make this feel like the spa experience we wanted. The tub was steaming, and two large glasses of sparkling water with lemons floating in them were waiting for us on the small oak stool next to the tub.

Jack was already naked, showing off his tight butt cheeks as he climbed into the tub. The bubbling water welcomed him with open arms, making his dick float as he lay down.

I followed his example and finally got undressed. I threw my shirt on the pile of clothes by the door and took off my briefs.

Jack blushed at the sight of my dick. He quickly forced his gaze out the window, but the side-eye he gave me made it clear he wanted to look.

“Did you blush like that when you blew me yesterday?” I asked, making my way over to him.

“It was dark under the blanket.” He turned his head further away as I lifted my leg over the edge, showing everything I had. “And now that I’ve seen it, I wonder how I ever fit it in my mouth.”

“You flatterer. It’s nothing compared to yours.”

“You still can’t say it’s small. And you aren’t even hard right now.” He held his hand beside it. “See? Almost as big as my palm, and I’ve been told I have gigantic paws.”

Bubbles rose in the water, tickling my skin as soon as I touched it. I sat down with my back to him, nestling between his legs and resting my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

We gazed out the window. The blizzard had regained its strength, swirling snow around the pines. We could only guess where the mountain was in the background. The warmth of the water, combined with Jack’s touch, relaxed me as we marveled at the mighty power of Mother Nature.

The jets filled the bathroom with a calming roar. The water flowed up and down our skin, massaging it with just the right amount of pressure. However, the best part was that it pushed Jack’s dick into my back.

“So, is it like you’ve expected it to be?” I asked.

“What exactly?” Jack draped his arms over my torso, running his fingers over my skin. “The tub, the bubbles, or not having to take a bath alone?”

“All of it?”

“It’s like a dream come true.” Jack sprayed some water on my chest because it wasn’t completely covered. “How about you?”

“My best Christmas in years.” I ran my hand over his arms to give him back some of the serenity he had given me. “What would you have done today if this hadn’t happened?”

“I would have visited some people who would otherwise be alone, like Mrs. Candice and a handful of others. Up until three years ago, there was a small Christmas party at the community center, but the organizer got sick and couldn’t do it anymore. I thought about taking over, but...” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Back then, I couldn’t bring myself to take on the responsibility, and now it feels like that train has left the station.”

“No one else wanted to do it?”

“Who could? Most people here are either too old or so loaded up with work that they’re already troubled enough celebrating with their families. Besides, I have the feeling that they enjoy having me to themselves for a while.”

“It’s a good thing what you’re doing.”

“I try to see it that way as well.”

I frowned. “Isn’t it?”

Jack exhaled all the air from his lungs. His arms clung tighter to me. “It’s good. Definitely. These people have no one, and their gratitude makes me feel good, too. It’s just not how I imagined my life to be.”

I wasn't sure if I should ask about it or not. We'd avoided talking about how we ended up in Seastone whenever the opportunity presented itself, and maybe it would have been better to keep it that way.

I held his arms. “It’s probably no consolation to you, but I didn’t see myself working as a dog and house sitter either. It was still the right thing to do. I wouldn’t have experienced walking through a blizzard. I wouldn’t have met a grandmother who is way too interested in gay romances. I wouldn’t have gotten butterflies again when I kissed you. And damn it, I wouldn’t have gotten plowed last night for the first time in years.”

“We wouldn’t be taking this bath together right now.” He rested his chin on my head. “I wouldn’t be able to breathe you in like this.” He took a deep whiff. His dick poked into my back as if the air he had inhaled went right down there.

“What I mean is: It’s okay to be sad about what is not while enjoying what is.”

“Thank you,” Jack replied. “I want to kiss you so bad for what you just said.”

“I will not say no to that,” I chuckled, leaning my head back on his shoulder so that he could easily reach my mouth. His lips were moist from the steam.

As we kissed, his dick poked into my back, causing a domino effect that made me so hard that my glans came out of the water. I giggled, and when Jack realized why, he joined in.

He gave me a peck on the forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s been almost a year since I’ve had sex, and you’re so incredibly attractive. You’re making it hard for me to think straight.”

“Good. This would be awkward if you were straight.”

We shared another kiss. I broke free of his embrace and turned to face him, my ass now sticking out of the water. The ripples created by my movement splashed against his chest. Jack’s hair had become so damp that it was now clinging to his skin. I brushed it away and kissed his forehead, then his right temple, his cheek, his chin. He tipped his head back as I made my way to his neck. I brushed my palm against his balls underwater and grabbed his hard-on.

Jack groaned. Eager to see how far I would go, his eyes were glued to mine. I pulled his foreskin back and forth, working his dick like he deserved. He opened his mouth wide, panting.

I increased my grip and speed, eliciting another moan from him. It had been years for me, too, and now that we were here together, I didn’t want to hold back. I wanted last night to be just the beginning of days like this, and judging by the look on Jack’s face, he felt the same way.

“This is such a good way to use our snow day... days ,” I said, grinning at him.

Jack nodded, his mouth slightly open, more interested in getting me to play with him than answering.

“Sit on the ledge?” I said, motioning behind him. The tub was stable, and the ledge was wide enough to be comfortable.

Without any hesitation, he pushed himself up. The water running off his body splashed into the tub as he planted his butt on the rim.

With the jets now free to reach me, they tickled my erection as I crawled closer. His body towered over me, his dick pointed right at my face. Seeing it so close made me lick my lips. I wanted to wrap my mouth around his cock and work him until he shot his load all over my body. I wanted to see his face as he exploded, to see him tremble with excitement as he forgot everything around him.

I grabbed his shaft and pointed his glans right at my mouth. I opened wide, pushed my tongue out, and finally took him in. As his cock slid down my throat, I reached for my dick. Just the thought of making him come almost brought me to orgasm.

On my first try, I only got him in about three-thirds of the way, but that didn’t stop me from bobbing up and down on his cock.

His moans soon echoed through the bathroom. The longer I moved my head up and down, swirling my tongue around his glans, massaging his balls, sucking him as far inside me as I could, the more he spread his legs, the more his eyes sparkled with anticipation, and the wider his mouth opened.

“I’m almost there,” he panted. His fingers wrapped around the edge of the bathtub, preparing himself for his climax.

I increased the speed of my tongue going up and down but then switched to jerking him off. I wanted to see it all. I pushed my mouth under his balls, my tongue now licking over them as my right hand jerked his shaft.

Water dripped down his hair and body. His torso rose and fell under his heavy breathing, his muscles glistening in the ceiling light.

I leaned my head against his thighs and pushed my tongue deeper into his balls. With each lick, his nuts tightened more. It was pure bliss.

He held his breath for a second as the first rope of cum shot all over the bathtub. I couldn’t see how far it went, as I didn’t want to take my eyes off him, but it was at least to my ass because I could feel some land there.

The second eruption was accompanied by the most ecstatic moan I have ever heard from a man.

His legs trembled as he arched his back, pushing his cock forward as if that would make it easier to aim his load at me. He closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment of it. The third blast was still so strong that it flew over my head. Only the fourth and last rope had less power and landed on my face.

The jets made the water splash so much that my jerking added little to the soundscape. I licked over his balls up to his shaft one last time and was rewarded with a final tremor of Jack’s whole body.

That brought me over the edge as well. My sperm shot into the hot water. Burst after burst, combined with the sight of Jack towering over me. He reached for my chin, and when his fingers hit my skin, small electric shocks went through my body into my cock, pushing out more cum. Now, I was the one shaking.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up. It seemed like I wasn’t the only one enjoying the view.

It took me a few deep breaths to get my heartbeat to calm down. I let myself fall back into the water, splashing some of it over the ledge. “Oh, shit.”

Jack looked at the puddle. The smile on his face widened. He slid down into the tub, splashing more water on the floor. His head was completely underwater for a second before he surfaced with a relaxed sigh. Water dripped down his head and onto the floor.

I couldn’t believe he’d made the mess even worse.

“Doesn’t matter. There’s a drain.” He pointed to a small metal square with holes in it next to the tub. “I’ll have to clean it anyway,” he explained, catching my surprised expression. He leaned forward, wrapped his hand around my head, and pulled me into a kiss. “Thank you. This… wow . It’s probably selfish of me to say this, but what we just did makes me wish the blizzard would rage on forever.”

“I couldn’t have said it better.”

His gaze dropped to the water, back to me for a second, and then out the window.

“What is it?” I asked, as he clearly had thoughts in his head that he decided he couldn’t say out loud.

“Can I confess something?” Jack said, sucking on his lips. “I’ve never bathed with anyone before, but there was one thing I always wanted to try if I ever got the chance. It’s probably super cheesy, but... I don’t know.” He looked me right in the eye. “Would it be weird to ask if I could wash your hair?”

The jets still made the water bubble, clearly announcing that our time here wasn’t over.

“Only if you let me return the favor.”

The smile on his face almost reached up to his ears. Damn. If only the blizzard would rage forever.