Snow Blind (Winterhaven BK 6)

Snow Blind (Winterhaven BK 6)

Status: In Progress

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

"Being an ass - can get your ass in trouble." Nolan both anticipates and dreads hotshot skier Lane Cassiter's annual appearance at the Winterhaven ski lodge where Nolan works. His natural physical attraction to the guy is offset by his internal disdain of Lane's bigot attitude. When Nolan is caught in the cross-hairs of Lane and his friends, a wager is made that might just get him the one thing he never dreamed possible - Lane Cassiter in his bed. But when circumstances arise that instigate Nolan to propose a counter-offer that involves both his and Lane's best friends, events take an unexpected turn that catches them all in a whirlwind of confused emotions and unacceptable realities.

Summary

"Being an ass - can get your ass in trouble."

Nolan both anticipates and dreads hotshot skier Lane Cassiter's annual appearance at the Winterhaven ski lodge where Nolan works. His natural physical attraction to the guy is offset by his internal disdain of Lane's bigot attitude. When Nolan is caught in the cross-hairs of Lane and his friends, a wager is made that might just get him the one thing he never dreamed possible - Lane Cassiter in his bed.

But when circumstances arise that instigate Nolan to propose a counter-offer that involves both his and Lane's best friends, events take an unexpected turn that catches them all in a whirlwind of confused emotions and unacceptable realities.

Chapter5 (v.1) - Chapter 5

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Submitted: April 20, 2017

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When Darren Wiles walked through his line sight, Rodney’s heavy eyes locked onto him and followed him around the room. Rodney hadn’t seen him in almost two years, and he swore the guy was hotter than ever. He watched the girls drift around Darren, flirt with him, dance with him – but they all walked away alone. Rodney smiled; I know something you ladies don’t.

Rodney casually worked his way closer, only half-aware of those who spoke to him. His heart rate spiked as Darren absently ran his hand through his thick, soft, dark auburn hair and laughed at something that was said amongst his small group. The liquor in Rodney’s system lowered his reservations as he looked the guy over, observing the way his navy-blue slacks hugged his perfect ass and defined his muscular legs. Rodney’s eyes crawled up over Darren’s broad shoulders and down his bulging biceps.

A slow building ache crept through his groin, and he could hear his breath rushing through his nostrils. A distant anxious voice echoed in the back of his mind, insisting he rein himself in and not be so obvious in his appreciation of the guy. Rodney tipped his glass to his lips and took another drink, drowning out the voice. It had been years since he’d allowed himself to openly look at another man. And Darren Wiles wasn’t just any man.

Rodney was barely ten feet away when Darren glanced around in an absent casual sweep of the room. Rodney halted, staring at his gorgeous face, as Darren’s enchanting green eyes passed over him and moved on without a second of pause, without acknowledging his presence at all. Darren had easily seen him standing there, yet chose to completely ignore him.

The ache that webbed through his chest caught him off guard, and Rodney turned his back to the man, an unsteady hitch to his breath. Well, fuck you, too, he thought bitterly and downed his drink.

“Why can’t you just admit it? Rodney Castle kicked Lane’s ass.”

The girl’s raised voice caught Rodney’s attention, and he looked around for the source, spotting Tonya and Todd in a heated argument.

“Bullshit.” Todd’s voice slurred a little, and he swayed a bit on his feet. He jabbed a finger at Tonya. “Lane was sick, and you damn well know it. Why the fuck do you think he isn’t here?”

Tonya shrugged. “Embarrassed to show his face?”

“Fuck you,” he snapped. “I thought you were supposed to be Lane’s friend.”

“I’m not going to make up shit excuses for him.”

“They’re not excuses!” Todd yelled, and others started to take notice, drifting closer.

“Right,” Tonya snorted. “And he didn’t send you here to cover his ass? What do you get for doing all this? Him covering your ass?”

Todd blinked and stared at her with heavy eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You think I don’t see what a hard-on you got for your buddy? Always defending him like he’s your fucking boyfriend.”

Todd glanced around as they drew more stares. Some of the guests smiled and snickered at Tonya’s accusations.

“Shut the fuck up,” Todd hissed, visibly anxious. “You’re full of shit.”

“Sure I am,” she smiled dryly. “Is that why the two of you always share a room?”

“Go to hell, you fucking bitch.” Todd shoved passed her, shooting cold glares at the party-goers who were giving him skeptical looks.

Rodney watched him until he passed through one of the doors leading from the large room. His focus shifted back to Tonya who was looking at him, an inviting smile on her face. Rodney cocked an eyebrow as she approached. “I thought all of Cassiter’s people hated me.”

The girl shrugged. “I’m not necessarily his people,” she murmured. “I just date his best friend.”

“You really think they’re doing each other?”

“Wouldn’t be surprised,” she snorted. “Todd acts like Lane hung the moon and stars. He’s probably in love with him.” Three girls scurried over and dragged Tonya away. She cast Rodney a parting smile. “Maybe I’ll see you later?”

“Maybe,” Rodney offered absently and looked at Darren again. His eyes followed Darren’s hand as the guy combed his fingers through his thick strands again. Rodney’s fingers tingled, imagining how soft and luxurious his hair would feel. Darren cast another look in his general direction and, again, looked right through him.

Rodney muttered to himself and went in search of a refill for his empty glass. A few minutes later, with a fresh drink in hand, he strolled through the adjoining rooms, sifting through the guests. He found the rear door that led outside and started to go through when he heard low, muffled voices on the other side. He paused, certain he recognized one of the voices as Todd’s. He slipped out quietly and spotted Todd at the end of the long porch, talking to one of the waiters from the party; a good-looking guy with a hot body.

Leaning against the rail for support, Todd sagged in the direction of the waiter, talking low, laughing quietly; a distinct flirt in his voice. Rodney stood in the darkness and watched them. The waiter was clearly queer, flirting back.

“You ever do a guy?” the waiter murmured with a smile.

Todd snorted and chuffed. “No.” His eyelids drooped as he looked the guy up and down. “But I’ve thought about it.”

“Yeah?” the cute waiter plucked playfully at the front of Todd’s shirt. “What have you thought about?”

Laughing low, Todd shrugged. “I don’t know. It.”

The waiter chuckled softly. “You want to kiss me?”

Rodney’s cock hardened so suddenly he had to stifle a groan.

“I’m not queer,” Todd grinned.

“You just said you’ve thought about ‘it’, though,” the waiter reminded teasingly. “Just one little kiss? Just to see if you like it.”

Todd leaned back a fraction, indecision on his face. “You won’t tell anyone?” he smiled.

“Not a peep.”

“Um…maybe.” Todd chuckled, a bit embarrassed. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.” The waiter moved closer and dragged his fingers down Todd’s chest. “No one else is out here. No one will see.” Todd held his ground as the guy pushed a little closer and tilted his face up, his lips nearly brushing Todd’s mouth.

Rodney’s breath quickened, his cock throbbing, as Todd hesitated—then dipped into the kiss, slowly at first, then more deeply as low moans rolled up his throat. Rodney squeezed his junk as the throbbing ache swelled his dick.

The kiss tapered off, and the two men stood motionless, lips touching. “Like it?” the waiter breathed unevenly.

Todd’s chest heaved. “Yeah,” he rasped.

“Sure you don’t want to be queer for a night?” the waiter whispered against Todd’s mouth. “There’s so much more where that came from.” He took hold of Todd’s hand and slid it down between his legs. “There’s much to experience.”

Todd swallowed, panting softly. Rodney’s stare dropped to Todd’s hand as he squeezed the waiter’s bulge. Fuck. Rodney could barely control his breathing as he became fixated on Todd’s strong hand, imagining it was Todd massaging Rodney’s own junk.

The door opened, and Rodney stepped back quickly, deeper into the darkness. Todd hurriedly withdrew from the waiter as a few of the party guests filtered out onto the porch. The waiter winked at Todd and flashed him a ‘come find me later’ look then returned inside. Rodney continued to watch Todd. The man downed his drink and made his way through the few guests and down the rear steps out onto the large, shadowed lawn.

When the party-goers drifted to the other end of the porch, Rodney descended the steps and followed Todd into the night.

 

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Rodney released a shaky breath. His cock throbbed at the memory. He rubbed himself, massaging his hard flesh through his pants. He didn’t want this—didn’t want to be that person; the person he was that night. Rodney despised that part of him and had kept him buried for years. Something about the night of the party, though, had woken him up.

Darren. Seeing Darren again, and his mind sautéed in liquor…he’d had no defenses against his fag alter ego. The day after the party, when he’d learned that Todd had no memory of the night before, Rodney had tried to put that part of him back to sleep. For an entire year, he’d fucked girls—a lot of them—and refused to let his mind drift in the wrong direction.

Then he came to Winterhaven. Seeing both Todd and Darren again brought the Hampton party back to the forefront and woke up everything inside him all over again. It hadn’t really been asleep, though, had it? Just ‘resting its eyes’.

Rodney tipped up the bottle of Jack and sucked down another swallow.

 

••

 

Todd staggered across the lawn, passing through small clumps of trees that blocked the view of the porch. Rodney trailed a few yards behind, his head hazy and light, his own steps unsteady. The grass was crisp with forming frost, glistening in the moonlight, and crunched beneath Rodney’s shoes. He glanced behind him to make sure they couldn’t be seen from the porch, then faced forward again. “Hey, Todd.”

Todd took a couple more staggered steps then turned around, eyelids weighted. He frowned. “Who’s there?”

Rodney walked toward him.

“Hotrod?” Todd huffed. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Saw you with the hot waiter,” Rodney smiled. “Is he a good kisser?”

“Fuck you,” Todd muttered. “You didn’t see anything.”

“Hey,” Rodney held up his hands. “I’m not here to judge.” He approached and halted a couple of feet away. “You still…in the mood?”

Todd scowled. “What the fuck you talking about?”

“You were so ready to take his cock, weren’t you?”

“Fuck off,” Todd mumbled. “I’m not a fag.”

“Why’d you kiss him then?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you do,” Rodney murmured and moved closer. “It’s okay, I won’t tell. In fact…” he stepped closer still and whispered, “…you can kiss me, then you’ll have something on me, too.”

Todd stared at him, and gave a short, uncertain laugh. “What…the fuck are you talking about? I didn’t kiss a guy and I sure as shit ain’t kissing you.” He snorted. “What’re you—some closet fag?”

“Not any more than you are.”

“I’m not a fag.”

“I saw you kiss that guy and grab his dick.”

Todd wavered and sidestepped to catch his balance. “Yeah. Right.”

“Don’t try to pretend it didn’t happen.”

“I don’t have to pretend,” Todd drawled. “You need fucking glasses because it wasn’t me.” His eyes narrowed and a crooked smile twisted up the corner of his mouth. “That why you followed me? ‘Cause you wanted some cock?” He snickered. “Fuck. What’d you think? I’d just bend over for your hot rod?” he stepped toward Rodney and gripped his shirt, eyes glazed as he stared into Rodney’s face. “I ain’t gonna be your bitch. If you ask real nice, I might give you some dick, but I ain’t taking it.” He pulled Rodney into a sudden, hard kiss, then broke loose and grinned. “You wanna be my woman tonight?” He smirked.

Rodney’s face twitched and he trembled. “I don’t take cock.” His conviction was weak as his low voice shook. “I’m not gonna play the bitch.”

Todd smiled and dragged a fingertip across Rodney’s cheek. “Sure you will,” he slurred. “You didn’t follow me out here to go back…empty handed.” He leaned closer. “You’re too jacked up not to fuck.”

The pulsing throb in Rodney’s cock intensified despite Todd’s cocky, irritating self-assurance. His face flushed with his own embarrassment as he considered the unthinkable. Rodney’s fierce resistance to being fucked in the ass battled with his raging need to get off.

His resolve must have shown on his face because Todd’s grin stretched and he began unfastening his pants as he swayed back and forth, his eyes hazy. “Well, hell…let’s get this party started.”

 


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