Chapter 4 - Loving in a Winter Wonderland
"Have I told you how great this is?" the slender blond enthused as he and the taller figure behind him gazed out at the snow-covered countryside.
"Oh only one or two ...dozen...times," came the warm amused voice of the tall, dark haired man from behind his mate. Jaze smiled affectionately as the angelic face turned towards him smiling more brightly than the sun on the snow outside their Scottish cabin. Slender, strong arms wrapped around his waist and Stewie leant into his older lover's muscular body. Automatically Jaze's arms dropped from Stewie's slim hips to the taut buttocks and in a well practiced manoeuvre, light flowed against dark to wrap long toned legs around a solid waist and began to pepper the beloved face with kisses.
"Well thank you again," Stewie smiled. "You're the best, Jaze," he added nuzzling into the juncture of neck and shoulder of the older man and inhaling the clean, masculine scent of his mate.
"Love you, Babe," Jaze growled softly into a small ear.
"Love you, too," Stewie replied.
Jaze carefully swung the slighter man around to a peal of musical laughter. He then lowered the precious young man to the ground and Stewie cuddled close. Jaze held the blond tightly and smiled as he thought back to their arrival at the cabin earlier that day and how child-like in his excitement Stewie had been.
Jaze had got a loan of the holiday cabin on the west coast of Scotland from a good friend. Although the cabin was set in a forest with neighbours a good distance away, they were still in driving distance of Oban where they could get the ferry over to the isle of Mull.. An unexpected snowfall had covered the area with a thick layer of clean white snow with more predicted as on the way. They would have two full days at the cabin before travelling home again. The four days break enough to recharge their batteries. Jaze wanted Stewie to enjoy his first visit to Scotland and so far the younger man was enchanted.
The cabin boasted a kitchen/diner, bathroom and sunken living room on the ground floor. In the living room, a circular settee framed a beautiful, large real fire. Jaze's smile widened at the thought of the space between the settee and fire. He had quite definite plans for that space. Upstairs was a large bedroom with an enormous bed. Jaze had plans for that, too. Stewie had run inside examining everything with such enthusiasm that it took Jaze's breath away and he was glad he'd arranged this pre-Christmas treat.
"Let's go play in the snow," Stewie begged, turning large turquoise eyes on the older man.
"My lover...the big kid," Jaze sighed theatrically, but he knew he was powerless to resist either the big eyes or the pleading tone.
"Please," Stewie added, his eyes darkening. "I promise to be a really good boy later," he said huskily.
"Imp," Jaze laughed swatting the pert rear. "Ok, outside," he ordered. Jaze's smile was feral as he quickly retrieved some special supplies from the bags he had packed. In his haste to enjoy the snow, Stewie didn't even notice.
For a while the men were simply content to walk in the snow-blanketed forest and take in the clean air and noise free environment. They held hands and traded kisses without any fear of censure. Finally Stewie had run to begin a snowball fight and the forest rang with their combined laughter. Jaze won by sneaking round on his younger mate and shaking a snow-laden tree that succeeded in covering Stewie making him look like a living snowman. Jaze helped brush off the snow from the blond and then enveloped him in a warm embrace. Slowly the embrace became an exploration of the warmly clothed body.
"Want you, Stewie," Jaze's voice was a rough caress of warm air into Stewie's ear. Jaze felt the slender body tremble and knew it had nothing to do with the frozen landscape around them.
"Out here?" Stewie demurred. He wanted Jaze, but gazed around wide-eyed at the thought of making love where they stood.
"There's no-one here but us, love" Jaze said, his hand sliding to rub insistently at a cloth covered bulge at Stewie's groin. He was pleased to feel the flesh harden further under his touch.
Jaze," Stewie moaned softly and Jaze knew the younger man had already capitulated. Stewie's natural shyness was no defence against Jaze's erotic demands. Blood pooled at Stewie's groin and as Jaze shamelessly kneaded his responsive flesh, Stewie's higher reasoning fled in the face of overwhelming desire.
Jaze kissed the smaller man deeply, feeling the blond become pliant in his arms. Jaze knew he had a wide exhibitionist streak, but endeavoured not to compromise Stewie's naturally shyer personality beyond the young man's comfort zone. He would never force Stewie where the other male felt uncomfortable, but the cabin's relative isolation had made the older man dream that loving outdoors would be an option. He just hadn't banked on the snow. He growled happily, one hand still working its magic on the bulge between Stewie's legs while the other fumbled in his pocket.
Ensuring Stewie was turned away from him, Jaze quickly donned the black leather gloves before reaching round to caress Stewie's cheek. He turned Stewie to face him and noted with satisfaction the way Stewie's eyes had darkened with desire.
"Up against the tree, love" Jaze commanded his voice dark and smooth. Jaze stood at Stewie's side as the smaller man positioned himself. He stood as though ready to be frisked; bent at the waist, legs spread wide, his hands on the trunk of the tree. Jaze smiled as he took in the way the vulnerable position canted Stewie's pert rear upwards. He knew this couldn't last long; it was too cold to be undressed, even partially, for long.
Jaze unsnapped and unzipped Stewie's jeans, tugging them impatiently to mid-thigh. He heard Stewie's soft whimper as the cold air met his heated flesh. Looking down, Stewie's moan became more wanton at the sight of his aroused flesh being milked by the hand encased in soft black leather.
