Will lays his head on his elbows and watches his boyfriend paddling in the icy river. He looks a little ridiculous, his pants wrapped up his legs, wearing that way-too-big-vest, that belongs to Will's great-uncle, but his gorgeous smile is brighter than Will has ever seen it and he could stay there forever, sitting at the garden folding table, watching him. The weight of the chainsaw against his foot finally gets him to snap back to reality. If they want a roaring fire tonight, he'd better go and finish cutting the big dead branch that lies behind the barn. Will tears himself from the compelling view of Sonny's behind as he lowers himself over the dark running waters and decides to put back his vest. With evening has come a freshness in the air, that almost pickles his neck, while a deliciously warm breeze brushes his chest.
As he is laying down the last log in the woodshed, a traitorous hand comes sliding around his waist. He grabs it, fight with it and finally turns around without letting it go, facing his assailant. Their eyes meet and for a few moments, everything else stops and fades, then Will and Sonny join in a passionate kiss. Soon, Will finds himself jammed against the wooden cabin, seated on the woodshed while Sonny crouches and intertwines their legs. It couldn't be more uncomfortable, yet Will is getting horny and moans when he feels Sonny's chest pressed against his. He pushes him away in a swift motion and drags him through the back door.
Will watches the flame in front of him. It stretches like a dragon's tongue, with nuances of orange and brown edges. The heat is intense and one-sided although the back of his body burns up too as Sonny's languorous strokes make him gradually lose consciousness.
"Yes, harder, come on"
"Oh yes, Will, it's so good, I'm coming"
"Sonny, hit me"
"Oh, Will, Will, Willll !..." The last word turns into a shriek and Will can feel Sonny's fingers clenching his shoulder and his cock so tightly that he ejaculates without warning. His breathing is irregular and he collapses on the long-haired carpet in front of the fireplace.
Sonny is spread out on him, like a big warm heart-beating blanket and is drawing a big heart on Will's back with a lazy finger. If he knew how to, Will would purr. He eventually rolls over and surrounds Sonny with his arms. He peppers small kisses in the crook of his neck and behind his ear.
Ticklish Sonny shivers and holds Will's head, placing his lips against his.
In the cabin's countryside silence, Will notices the crackle from the fire, the tic-toc that he guesses comes from the ugly clock with the sculpted duck head, that stand next to the corridor, but mostly he listens to all the noises that make Sonny's presence felt. The staccato of his rapid breathing (he takes all the credit for that), that quiets down after a while, subtle and calm ; it's what he's getting to sleep to every night. His steady heartbeats, reassuring and captivating. The soft friction of both their naked bodies.
He feels a little sticky and pictures the metal tub that he's used a lot as a kid, wondering if it would accommodate the two of them, but he doesn't feel like moving right now, nor breaking this merging of their satisfied and relaxed bodies.
Even the idea of the big comfy bed with the rugged, a-little-too-heavy-but-so-warm duvet, that he has dreamt sharing with his man, is unappealing. He brushes Sonny's plump butt and feels his own body waking up, ready for action. He tenderly nibbles Sonny's shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Sonny shows no resistance and lies, lascivious, on the white carpet. Will props us on his arms for a moment, drinking in the erotic vision, that is only for his private enjoyment, of his lover's naked and tight body.
He lowers his lips and takes his sweet time to kiss down Sonny's chest, secretly proud of the way, his confident and cocky Sonny is letting go and allowing himself to be vulnerable. He looks up with trembling eyes and loses himself in Sonny's warm and dark eyes. His chin, bumps into the glans and swiftly swallows Sonny who breaks eye contact and jerks his head backward. Will knows that he is overwhelmed with pleasure and applies himself to sucking him as well as Sonny has sucked him before. Each moan is a victory and a confession and Will feels manly and lost, dominant and yet owned. He slides a finger between the offered bottom cheeks, then another, then another. When he feel Sonny is ready, he raises his head and push Sonny's buttock along the edge of the burning fireplace. He watches his left-side-lit face and sees an adoration that moves him to the core. Sonny's black hair seems laden with red strands. He enters him in one slow motion and the feel of Sonny welcoming him is splendid. This time, he doesn't let him move his head but keep it in place, eyes fastened into his, as they make love.