"I'm going to shovel your car out of the snow, before we get trapped here."
"George, it's five thirty. Come back to bed."
"It snowed another forty centimeters in the last hour on top of the eighty already there, and the snow isn't letting up."
"There are worse things than being trapped with you, and the sun isn't even up yet."
"Come on, a shovel isn't going to kill you."
"When did this become 'we're going shoveling' instead of 'I'm going shoveling'?"
George silently walked out of the bedroom door and two minutes later Terry followed with an exasperated "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine."
Outside, shoveling snow
"You look hunky when you exercise. Granted, you look better naked and exercising, but I'll take what I can get."
"And you look good leaning on your snow shovel, Tiny," George threw a shovelful of snow after every couple of words.
Terry did look silly wearing an extra jacket of George's. The two had dressed each other - but forgotten underwear - and Terry put on the larger man's snow clothes because he had none of his own.
After a few minutes of work, the two had cleared Terry's car and the surrounding area. The attached garage could technically fit two cars, but George had an (immaculately organized) trove of hunting, fishing, hiking, car repair and camping equipment. The snow was coming down in small, cold flakes that coated the men's backs. George ended up doing slightly more of the driveway, but both men were breathing heavily when they were done.
"I'm getting cold, and the dirt road to get here is not safe in these conditions, even if we shoveled the entire road. We should break for lunch. Do you want hot dogs?" George asked.
"Knowing you, I'm surprised it's not filet minion. But yeah, hot dogs sound great." Terry answered as he tried unsuccessfully to get the snow off his oversized coat.
They went into the garage and put their snow shovels away, sweeping the snow off of each other. Somewhere along the way jackets were on the floor, a boot was on the shelf and a pair of snow pants was hanging on the ceiling light.
George reached up to a drawer on a shelf and pulled out a bottle of lubricant.
"Really? In the garage? Is there lube in every single drawer and box in the house?"
"In the spare bedroom, the box marked "family pictures" just has dildos and furry handcuffs, no KY. I may have to fix that." George smirked down at Terry and Terry punched his chest softly
"Smart ass."
"Sexy ass."
Terry leaned back slowly, and George followed him, their mouths never losing contact. They slid into a position where Terry was on his back with his legs apart, with George leaning over Terry, grabbing Terry's penis with one hand, and supporting himself with the other.
