A Separate Peace

Love collection

(A collection of A Separate Peace works that I made randomly over the years. None of them have to do with the others unless stated. Enjoy and please review so I can post more :D)

Snow Day

GenexFinny

Warning: Causes some explicit detail but mainly smut.

I woke with amazement. It was winter, no more summer sports consisting of Blitz-ball or Lacrosse. No swimming or jumping out of the tree into the creek. No soccer or tossing the heavy medicine ball, and with those sports went the usual color of the grass, and the tan faces of the people who attended our little boarding school drained away. Instead were replaced by the pale, chilled cheeks with un-blended rosy beds below the eyes, and the cherry red lips clouded by clouds of hot mist in the cold. All were expected, all were joyous to watch, cause with the loss of all of these sports went the injuries, and the accusations of not being able to catch the ball, or the made up rules that Finny made for Blitz-ball as he went along.

But also, with the loss of all of these things, came a certain…dismay feeling. The dread of Christmas with the constant fear that a loved one wouldn't come home at all, it was always a promise that one of these thoughts would cross the mind on Christmas, or as New Years hit, the haunting thoughts that this war had lasted for a year, a whole damn year! But always with the loss of all of these things came one thing that made it manageable, the promise that was always fulfilled whenever Finny came in to the room, his cheeks always just that much more rosy, or the way his flawless smile curled up into that cocky grin that wanted to make you slap him out of envy.

It was him, who made a grown man swoon when no one was watching. Finny was a regular basket of charm, a closet of athletically fit man, and though he didn't look it, he was muscular. This was a promise to everyone who attended this Boarding school, that there was always someone who can grasp the now that is only reflected in his own world, the promise that when someone was around him, they were always dragged into that world. That was the world I loved to be in.

"Gene are you going to get up, or do I have to pull the mattress out from under you?" A deep voice penetrated my head. I didn't open my eyes, I didn't make a sound, I didn't even breathe. It was cold in the room, the coldness that I loved when accompanied with Finny's voice. It was like lying in a snow bank with him, no clothes, just us. Of course, that was only in my dreams. Finny wouldn't lay in a snow bank nude with me, or was it me who wouldn't lay in one with him? I hated being cold and wet, the cold more than the wet. "Gene wake up!" He laid his hands on the side of the mattress and leaned over me. I didn't open my eyes; I just focused on the hotness of his arms that were pressed against my side. Even if I did wake up, I wouldn't be able to get up. I had come to bed late last night, Finny was already asleep when I crawled into bed. I didn't want to turn the light on and wake him trying to search for my pajama bottoms, and anyway, I was way too tired to do so, so I'd gone to bed naked, and if I were to get up…

"Get up, get up, get up, get up!" Gene started chanting, bouncing the bed, making it impossible for me to even pretend I was sleeping.

"what do you want you boob?" I grumbled, pretending I was still half asleep, moving my arm over my eyes to block out the brilliant rays of the ice white winter morning.

"The creek froze over, I want to play hockey." He smiled. I glared at him. They must have given us the day off or something. I rolled over and put my pillow over my head, muffling out the sound of him, trying to shelter the one thing that made the morning rays so brilliant from my mind. Finny.

"No." I replied simply, my voice muffled by the heavy cotton pillow. He leaned off of the bed.

"Come on Gene! They gave us a break and I want to spend it with you!" He boomed proudly. My heart skipped a beat. Finny? The Golden Sports God of this school wants to spend a snow day with me? Just me? Oh God I wanted to be with him too, but it was difficult, I didn't want to let him know.

"No." I replied again, although it killed me to turn him away. He was silent, but I could feel him there, staring at me. I could hear his breathing in the quiet air, and although he wasn't near me, I could feel his heat all down the back side of me. I clenched my teeth together as the heat danced down my body. I could feel myself stiffen below my sheets. I clenched my legs together, pinching it in between my thighs, trying to hide it on my side from the one boy I would give my life to be with. Suddenly, the comfort of the heavy cotton blanket was gone, exposing my sweltering hot flesh to the cold air. I gasped, the pillow still tight over my head. "F-Finny!" I threw the pillow at him, hitting him in the face. He laughed as I scrambled to sit up, covering my stiff member with my sweating palms.

"It's alright Gene." He replied, grabbing my shoulders as the pillow fell to the floor. I looked at him, my face burning with embarrassment. He had a smile on his face, like always, but this one was different, it was so sincere that it made my flesh jump, my heart pound and every muscle in my body tighten so hard that it felt like they could stop a bullet if someone shot at me. "Ice Hockey can wait." He whispered, leaning forward. My face turned hotter as he closed his eyes, his lips puckered. His hand found it's way down my arm, across my hand where his long, thin bony fingers wrapped themselves around the kicking appendage. I gasped as he pressed his lips to mine. I felt all of my emotions swim around into one big pot of confusion as his thumb caressed the stone hard tip, sending a buzz of pleasure down the stiff muscle and into my lower gut. I moaned into his mouth as he pulled away, his eyes capturing mine, a smile on his face that looked ever so sweet. "I'd rather spend a snow day indoors with you anyway."