This is a short story I wrote while suffering from writer's block. The idea for this story came to me while I was working on part of my Jessica/Ryan series and I decided to pursue it. This story does not coincide with any of my other stories. I don't really have a specific season in mind here when the story is taking place, but I would guess it's somewhere circa season six.

Please enjoy!

Sixteen Weeks

"Sixteen weeks isn't a lot of time. Its four months, half a pregnancy, a semester of college, the time it takes to get a motorcycle license, a season of the year. Not much can happen in sixteen weeks really. At least that's what I thought before I met you. Now I see sixteen weeks can really be a lifetime, a decade, a century, forever when it's spent with you. In sixteen weeks I discovered what true love is. And then I lost it again."

What have we done?

Ryan shivered as the Hummer plowed through the two feet of snow that covered the ground. He looked out his window and watched as evergreens and bare trees passed him by. He was in Michigan, in the Upper Peninsula, with Horatio, in some town he didn't even know the name of, or if it even had a name. The serial killer Miami Dade had been tracking had been sighted in Michigan so Ryan volunteered to go with Horatio to the UP to try and find him. What Ryan didn't know was that also meant having to live in a snow covered winter wonderland for who knew how long.

Ryan adjusted the heater in the backseat and pulled his coat tighter around his body. Horatio looked over his shoulder from the passenger seat and chuckled.

"You act like you've never been in the snow before, Mr. Wolfe," Horatio said with a chuckle.

"I really haven't," Ryan muttered through chattering teeth, "I'm from Florida, remember?"

"Maybe you and Natalia should go on vacation somewhere cold for awhile," Horatio smirked. "You can learn to ski and build up a tolerance."

Ryan sighed and stared out the window. He missed his girlfriend and wished she had come along, too, but she had insisted in staying at the lab.

"We're almost there," the state policeman said, "Just a few more miles." The Hummer plowed through a pile of snow and the entire vehicle seemed to rock under the force. The state policeman, whose name was Charles, chuckled to himself. "And they said I was crazy for buying a Hummer when I live in Michigan," he smirked.

Minutes later the Hummer pulled up in front of a small community of log cabins. Charles cut the engine and smiled. "Welcome to your home for the week, boys," he said in his strange, nasally accent. "This is as close to a hotel as it gets out here. The good news is though the hot water supply is fabulous."

"Great," Ryan muttered as he pulled his suitcase towards him, "At least I can be warm for fifteen minutes."

Ryan and Horatio followed Charles to the cabin door. Charles turned the key in the lock but the door didn't move. He leaned back and threw himself at the door. The wooden door flew open and Charles stumbled inside.

"Door sticks a little," he said as he kicked the snow from his boots, "Just have to put your shoulder into it. Don't worry, you won't break it."

"Can't say the same about my shoulder," Ryan muttered to himself.

"Well I'm afraid that's all for today, boys," Charles said as he turned thermostat up. "It gets dark early around here so there's not much we can do tonight. I'll be back in the morning to pick you up and we can head out to look for old crazy bones."

"Thank you Charles," Horatio said as he shook his hand, "We appreciate everything you've done for us."

"Not a problem, boys," Charles said as he pulled on his wool hat. "Better bundle up for the night though, big snow storm coming through tonight."

"Great," Ryan mumbled, "just what this place needs, more snow."

The wind was loud as it thrashed about outside. Ryan opened his eyes and looked towards the window in the small bedroom he and Horatio were sharing. Even though it was the dead of night Ryan could still see the snow pounding down to the ground with force he didn't think was possible. A loud crack noise and something crashing caused him to jump. He heard the furnace stop blowing and groaned as the power went out.

Ryan laid awake for hours, shivering in his bed in the powerless cabin. Why had he agreed to go with Horatio to the UP in the middle of a Michigan winter?

Ryan felt the weight of something dropping on top of him and the blankets pull back.

"Move over," Horatio's voice sounded from somewhere in the dark.

"What?" Ryan asked shocked.

"I'm tired of hearing your teeth chatter," Horatio said as he spread the extra blankets on the already large pile on Ryan's bed, "You need something to keep you warm and there's nothing better than another body to provide heat."

Ryan groaned and moved over in the bed to make room for Horatio. "Fine," he muttered.

Horatio slid into the bed with Ryan and attempted to pull him closer. "Ryan you're freezing," he said as he touched the younger man's hands.

"I can't feel my feet or hands," Ryan shivered, "And my nose is numb."

"Oh dear god," Horatio said, "Take off your clothes."

"Wait, what?" Ryan exclaimed.

"Ryan, you might have hypothermia and skin on skin is the best way to spread body heat," Horatio explained as he began to shed his own clothing. "Now start stripping, but keep your boxers on."

Ryan attempted to release an aspirated sigh but the air was caught in his throat. "Fine," he practically whispered.

Horatio held the cold Ryan against his body. He rubbed his hands across his skin and rubbed their legs together. "You're so cold," he whispered.

"I know," Ryan chattered, "I feel like my blood's frozen or something."

"Come on, keep moving," Horatio encouraged, "You need to keep the blood flowing."

Ryan weakly began moving his body against Horatio's. He felt the friction of their skin begin to warm his cold body. He tried to get closer to Horatio to absorb more heat and that's when he felt it.

Ryan's groin rubbed against Horatio's and Ryan felt how hard he was. Ryan's own groin began to stiffen and throb and he attempted to will it away.

"How are you feeling?" Horatio asked him.

Ryan was slightly shocked that Horatio was acting so casual about the fact that he had a boner and was just attempting to carry on a normal conversation.

"Um, better, I think," Ryan quietly answered.

"Good, your toes aren't so cold anymore," Horatio responded.

Ryan continued to rub his body against Horatio's. Though he was embarrassed he knew he needed the body heat. As his groin made contact with Horatio's again he felt a spike of pleasure run through his body. Horatio must have felt it, too, because a small sound escaped his lips.

Suddenly Ryan felt a full fledge erection forming in his boxers and the unexpected desire for more contact. He pressed his hips against Horatio's and ground their groins together. That's when a guttural sound broke through Horatio's lips. Ryan felt the heat between them rapidly increase as the desire for more Horatio flooded through him.

Ryan smashed his lips against Horatio's and the older man groaned with desire. He thrusted his hips against Ryan's and Ryan felt the air hitch in his throat. Horatio rolled on top of him and ripped Ryan's boxers from his body. He quickly discarded his own and rubbed their bare erections together. He wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and tugged on them together.

The free fingers on Horatio's other hand slid into Ryan's mouth and he instinctively coated them with saliva. Horatio pressed one slick finger into Ryan and Ryan moaned loudly. Horatio's fingers worked in magically ways that made Ryan feel an incredible pleasure he had never had with any woman he had ever been with.

Ryan wasn't sure when Horatio added the second or third finger but before he knew it Horatio was filling him to the brim. His thrusts were hard and full of desire. Ryan moaned and arched his back, pressing his chest against Horatio's. Ryan's hand wrapped around his now leaking erection and he began stroking himself in time with Horatio's thrusts. He cried out when he hit his climax and felt the warmth within him of Horatio's essence.

They laid there together, panting and coming down from their highs. They looked at each other in the dark, their hearts racing from more than just the orgasm.

"Oh dear god," Horatio muttered, "What did we just do?"

Ryan gasped for air. "I don't know," he whispered, "But I really liked it."