Logan Snyder. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to handle him, but my thoughts turned dark and sharp. I could picture it, Logan tied up, shoved in the bed of Shane’s truck, his fate sealed, and I didn’t care whether he was still breathing by the time he got back to campus.
“I think we should kill him,” I said angrily.
Shane's smile grew as he picked up on the humor in my words, his eyes gleaming with a mix of affection and mischief. "You know they won’t put us in the same cell if we do that," he said, his voice light but with that knowing tone that suggested he'd heard my frustration before. "And we wouldn’t get away with it anyway."
I smirked, letting the anger fade for a moment. "Yeah, you’re right. He’s not worth it. And besides... he hasn't been convicted. Yet."
Shane raised an eyebrow, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin as he reached out to pull me closer. "You seem pretty convinced," he murmured, his tone soft, as if feeling the weight of my words.
I melted into his arms, letting out a sigh that carried more than just weariness. "Part of me just wants to stay like this forever," I whispered, voice thick with longing. The warmth of his body against mine felt like the only thing real in that moment.
"Yeah, but..." He pulled back just slightly, his playful grin returning. "Part of you wants breakfast."
I couldn’t help but laugh, looking up at him. "You’re right," I said, biting my lip in mock seriousness.
He tapped his belly. “And this part of me wants to eat breakfast, too.”
"But don't let that part of you get too much breakfast. I like looking down and watching you move in and out of me. I don’t want him to block my view.”
He chuckled, clearly pleased by my words. "Just before I fill you with baby batter?" he teased.
My lips curved into a smile, but I wasn’t about to let him get the last word. "I’m going to fill you with baby batter," I shot back, my voice low and teasing.
Shane's eyes widened in mock surprise, his hand slipping down to grab me. "Fill ‘er up," he said with a wink.
The teasing stopped as our lips met in a deep kiss, the world outside slipping away. Thoughts of breakfast, of anything else, vanished entirely as we lost ourselves in each other, the passion between us rising until we both gave in, collapsing against the bed in a tangle of limbs.
Shane pulled me close, his body warm and solid against mine. "I want you to be my roommate next year," he murmured into my ear, his voice almost a whisper. "We can figure it out. We have to."
I sighed, my heart swelling with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "I want that too," I admitted. "But it’s just not realistic. I’m starting the mechanics training in the spring. What if we figured out a halfway meeting place at least once a month.”
"My training’s going to get in the way of that," he said, the doubt in his voice clear, but the desire to make it work just as strong.
“We’ll make it,” I said. “We have to.” I kissed him then pulled him up so we could shower away the evidence of our love-making.
When December arrived, the semester closed more quietly than I had expected. Finals passed without trouble, a relief after everything else that had unfolded. The Logan matter was now in the hands of the authorities, and I hadn’t seen him once in the latter half of the term. Shane and his teammates were back on the roster, all except the two caught up in the alcohol and drugging scandal. I believed them when they said they thought they were just adding some fun to the party, but the decisions were stupid, nonetheless.
In the midst of it all, Shane’s parents sold their house in November and moved to Florida, leaving him a little untethered. December itself felt unsettled; the skies opened more often than usual, the rain persistent and strange, as if the season had lost its balance. Shane watched it with a curiosity that bordered on obsession, as though the weather carried some secret only he could read.
Three days before Christmas, the air outside grew much colder, and the early arrival of an arctic blast rattled the windows, making the sound of the wind feel like it was pushing against us. Inside, Shane began pulling out camping supplies, his movements focused as he rifled through the boxes. The smell of old gear mixed with the fresh chill that crept in as the door was cracked open each time he wanted to glance at the sky.
I glanced at the propane canisters stacked neatly in the corner. "Do you think we have enough?" I asked, the corner of my mouth curling up in a grin.
Shane just shook his head, his voice playful yet practical. "They're only for backup. If the power goes out or we need extra heat... always be prepared."
"You weren’t a boy scout, my man," I teased, leaning against the counter.
Shane looked at me with a mischievous smile. "I like it when you call me your man."
I laughed, shaking my head. "Well, you look more like a little boy going through his toys," I teased again, watching as he carefully arranged everything.
He grinned, his arms slipping around me. "You know, we could build a fort. Or set up the tent. Pretend we’re camping, just without the stakes in the ground. And we could leave the door open for the real experience." He cracked the door just a sliver, and the biting cold air rushed in like a reminder of just how brutal it was outside. "Makes it more realistic."
I twisted to face him, raising an eyebrow. "What, pretend we’re camping on a mountaintop? Fuck that."
Shane's laugh was a deep, full-bodied sound. "Yeah, we might both freeze our dicks off," he said, still grinning. "I probably wouldn’t even find mine at this point."
"You’re probably right," I muttered, my face a picture of mock disgust. "I’d be dealing with a micro-popsicle."
Shane burst into laughter, stepping closer to me, still grinning. "Yeah, well, for you, it’d be hard to tell," he teased.
I rolled my eyes. "This from the man who says my cock is too big to deep-throat," I shot back, crossing my arms in playful annoyance. "And yet, you whimper like a girl when I push it inside."
He raised his hands in surrender. "OK, OK. You’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen," he admitted, his tone dropping slightly as he grew more sincere. "And believe me, I’ve seen plenty in the locker room."
"You need to stop looking," I told him, half-amused.
"I can't help it," he said with a shrug, the mischievous gleam returning to his eyes. "There’s dicks everywhere before and after the game. But there’s only one dick for me, and that’s yours."
My lips curved up involuntarily, warmth spreading through me at his words. "Good save, my man," I replied, moving closer and pulling him into a kiss.
As we finished eating a meal of Italian sausage with Rice-a-Roni, one of my favorites; Brussel Sprouts, one of Shane’s favorites; green beans, and buttery yeast dinner rolls made from scratch, our two phones buzzed simultaneously from a table in the next room. We shared a quick glance, silently deciding who would get up first to grab them. The wind howled like a distant warning.
As I stood, I heard a creak as the building protested against the strong northerly winds. Just hearing the wind whip around the garage apartment made the room seem colder. How did people survive this kind of weather before they had good insulation and heating systems? It was brutal out there. Out of view, I grabbed Shane’s phone and slipped it into my pocket. I held up my phone and started to read the text as I walked back to our little kitchen table. I sat down.
“Did you bring my phone?” Shane asked, his hands in a gesture of disbelief.
“Oh, did you want yours, too?” I tried to say it innocently, but he caught on and held his hand out.
“Talking about acting like a little boy,” he said as he raised his eyebrows.
I pulled the phone from my pocket and placed it into his hand. “Love you lots,” I said before looking back at the text message.
“Logan’s accepted the plea deal,” Shane remarked flatly. “I’m glad we can put that behind us.”
I continued to stare at the message.
“I know you wanted him executed for these crimes…”
“Not really,” I protested, “but I am glad that the university decided to press charges on behalf of the team even though only six of you got drugged.”
“Coach said it’s because the mix of alcohol with the drug could have killed; although, Logan denied that was his intention. But since he didn’t account for the alcohol…”
“He didn’t account for a lot of things,” I added.
Shane looked at me intently. “What bothers me more is all that shit he had in his apartment about you. I don’t think he’s right in the head.”
The thought hit me harder than I expected. "He had stuff on other guys too," I said, my voice tight. "I still can't believe he thought he could ruin us with that."
Shane didn’t say anything right away, just looking at me with an intensity that spoke volumes. "You were never going to let that happen," he said, his words solid like a promise. “I’m the one…” his voice trailed off.
“Over, done with, gone,” I told him. “Forgiven and forgotten.”
“I love you,” said Shane. “I don’t deserve you.” His eyes glistened like sapphires as they moistened.
“Hey, now. You deserve this and a whole lot more, and together, we’re going to build it. You’ll see.”
A tear rolled down his cheek as he nodded in agreement.
I reached my hand toward him when I was startled by the loud ring of my phone. My brother-in-law; he and my sister had been staying in the house with my parents for the past few months after construction delays in their new home and the bankruptcy of their builder threw their lives into chaos. “Hello,” I said, intentionally lowering my voice to throw him off track.
“Hey, Taylor, it’s Arjun. Your sister wanted me to check on you. Are you fellows doing alright?”
“Yep. We’re just finishing dinner. Do you need anything or are you staying warm?”
“Just wanted to make sure you didn’t want to come into the house. It looks like a fucking blizzard out there. The kids want to play in the snow, but it’s too cold so they’re throwing tantrums, but we’re good. I wish your parents hadn’t decided to go to the Bahamas for Christmas. Being penned up in the house is driving all a little stir crazy.”
“Well, Shane and I are fine. We’re going to clean up the dishes and either read or watch a movie. We haven’t decided,” I told him as I smiled at Shane.
“OK, then. Let me know if you need anything.”
“You, too.” I pressed the red icon.”
“Read or watch a movie? I thought we were going camping.” Shane stood up and grabbed the plates from the table.
I stood up, feeling a playful spark within me. I walked over, slipping my hand into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugging it down. His slightly over six inches drooped sadly toward the floor. Looking directly at his penis, I said, “Now, do you want to go camping on the cold floor, or do you want to stay somewhere warm and wet. I spread my lips apart and took him into my mouth.
Shane moaned.
His appendage responded quickly.
I moved slowly back and forth applying more and more pressure with my tongue.
The wind continued to howl as it whirled around the house, but the sounds became more distant as I focused more intently on pleasuring him. Shane continued to moan in unison until he grunted. The warmth of him overfilled my mouth. I stood up. “I think you need just a little more flour in that batter of yours.”
He smiled and kissed me, cleaning the overage from my chin. How was it possible to love him more each day?
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