“If you can see through this Christmas, it’ll be a milestone for you, I’m sure.” He trailed his fingers along my hip bone, then up to my waist. “We need to make new memories, Dan. That’s partly why I thought this trip would be a good idea for you. For us.”

I sighed, but far from unhappily. “You’re a wise, wise man. Makes me wonder why I spent all my compensation money on therapy when I’d got you here already.”

He laughed softly, his breath damp on the side of my neck. My cock did some twitching of its own. “Wealth is vastly overrated, you know,” he murmured, his mouth nuzzling my ear. “And I’ve got plenty memories already.” His hand stroked back down to my ass, cupping my buttock. A fingertip traced the cleft, up and down, but never pressing in further.

My back arched gently. “Yes…” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if he heard me, because he didn’t change his caress.

“I didn’t know we’d be snowed in,” he sighed. “I’m sorry if you feel trapped.”

“Now who’s blaming himself for the weather?” I laughed and his body jerked behind me, like I startled him. “Maybe I need to be trapped. I need to stop running away - stop seeing life as something to struggle through, and enjoy some more of it. Make sure that you enjoy some more, too.”

Aaron spoke very slowly. “That’s not always easy.”

“No. But it’ll be worthwhile, right?”

I stayed spooned against him but I twisted my head back to look at him, making it obvious I wanted some more of the kissing. His lips were a little hesitant, but his hand tightened on my hip. His dick was thick and hot against my ass and his legs were tensing up, trying to keep an inch of distance between our bodies. I guessed he was doing that for my sake only. I wriggled up to him even closer, my head still twisted back against his, letting my tongue slide around his mouth, tasting him, enjoying him. “Hold me, Aaron,” I hissed. “Fuck me. I want you.” When he frowned, I blushed again, hoping he couldn’t see it in the dim light. “I want whatever you want to give me. Unless you’ve changed your mind - don’t want to inflict yourself on me any more.”

He stared at me. “Is this another joke?”

I didn’t answer with words. The night was getting too dark and too deep to need them, I reckoned. Instead, I reluctantly abandoned the kissing and rolled forwards, presenting my back to him and my ass a little higher, nudging it against his groin. Then I lifted my upper leg and bent it forward over my body, on to the mattress. I guess you could say I was in a recovery position. Rather apt, I thought. His hand slid down from my hip to between my thighs, his breath shallower than before. I felt his fingers brushing against my balls and the warm stickiness of his pre-cum at the base of my spine.

“Lube,” I murmured. “It’s been a while.”

He rummaged in the drawer of the bedside cupboard where he unloaded our stuff when we arrived. I heard him uncapping the bottle: the quiet pop of a stray bubble at the nozzle. Then his cool, lubricated finger pressed gently into the crease of my buttocks. I chuckled.

“Dan?” He sounded cautious.

“Tickles,” I said. “Go on.” When his finger eased into me I concentrated on that feeling and nothing more. I knew it was Aaron’s touch, and I knew that touch would never deliberately hurt me. I let my body relax and my nerves absorb the movement inside me. He stretched me gently, almost reverently, and occasionally he brushed against that spot inside me that had known very little action for so many months. It sent shivers down my spine and set up a deep, anticipatory ache inside my groin. I slid my hand along my swelling cock, marveling at its sensitivity: marveling at Aaron’s effect on me.

“Dan?” I was glad that he was checking with me all the time, but by now his chest was pressing against my back and we were both panting. I felt the head of his cock nudging around my entrance. His fingers fumbled with a condom, sliding it on, the latex cool on my skin but stimulating, too. I wanted this to happen, I really did - I was gasping, moaning - I just couldn’t find the words to tell him to go ahead—