Email: slashgirl@gmail.com

Let it snow!
by Stacy L.A. Stronach, Oct/Nov 1997


Blair looked out the window, giving his eyes a rest from the
computer screen he'd been staring at for the past hour. He smiled when
he saw the big fluffy white flakes falling down from the
dark clouds in the sky. As much as he hated the cold, he loved
snow, always had, from the time he was a little boy. It was just
so beautiful.


He quickly made his way onto the balcony, noticing that there
were already a few inches of snow--it must have started a little
while ago. He tilted his face up towards the sky, closing his
eyes, letting the snow fall down on him, enjoying the cool sting
of the flakes landing on his skin then melting. Blair stayed like that
for several minutes, until he started to get too cold.
Quickly moving back inside and closing the door behind him, he
decided to put a fire on. When he'd finished that, Blair noticed
the time and decided it was time he started dinner.


Jim trudged up the stairs to the loft. He wasn't in the best of
moods, it was snowing and it was only October. Snow shouldn't
fall until at least December. He sighed as he paused in front of
the door, listening for his roommate. Jim could hear the younger
man alright, singing. Christmas carols? It was only October,
hell, Halloween hadn't even gone by yet! He waited and listened
as Blair sang, enjoying the beautiful sound of his voice.


"Oh, the weather outside is frightful but the fire is so
delightful, as long as you've no place to go...Let it snow, let
it snow, let it snow!" Blair trailed off into humming and as Jim
opened the door he caught a whiff of something that smelled very
good...chicken soup, homemade, too. He hurried into the
apartment, knowing he was going to enjoy his dinner tonight,
Blair's homemade chicken soup was one of his favourites.


When they'd finished the dishes, Jim made some cocoa, while Blair threw
a couple of the pillows from the couch on the floor in
front of the fire. After making sure he wasn't in some dire
violation of the "house rules", of course. Jim walked over,
handing a mug to Blair before sitting down beside the younger
man.


Jim watched as his friend drank his hot chocolate and was
fascinated. Blair would take a sip, and be left with a foamy
mustache, which he would then proceed to remove with the tip of
his tongue. As he stared, Jim couldn't help but think of all the
other places he'd like Blair to put that tongue. In Jim's mouth
as they kissed, for a start, then down across his neck, down to
lap at his nipples. Next to move down Jim's abdomen to... Jim
shook his head, trying to shake the image of Blair's tongue
flicking over the head of his cock, then up and down the length
of it, out of his mind. Jim realized that Blair had noticed him
staring, and quickly looked away into the fireplace, pretending a sudden
interest in the dance of the fire within.


Blair sat up on his knees, leaning over to place his mug on the
coffee table. He moved so that his mouth was centimetres away
from Jim's ear, and whispered, huskily, "What were you thinking
about Jim? Why were you staring at me like that? What do you want me
to do?"


It was all Jim could do not to moan, as the warmth of Blair's
breath in his ear, and gently caressing his neck, made goosebumps raise
on his body and made his cock start to get hard. He


couldn't look at Blair, knowing that if he did, he'd pin the
smaller man to the floor and not let him up for a month.


"Look at me, Jim," Blair commanded quietly. As he almost always
did, Jim obeyed his guide, turning his head but unable to meet
the other man's gaze. Jim's eyes shifted, trying to find
something to look at, other than the beautiful body before him.
Suddenly he felt a searing heat under his chin as Blair placed
the tips of his fingers there, urging Jim to look up, and into
his eyes. Jim did, noting how dilated Blair's eyes were, the
slight flush to his skin. He breathed deeply, and scented Blair's arousal,
which made his own body react even more than it already
had.


Blair moved his hand up to gently stroke Jim's cheek, then he let it
rest against the side of Jim's face. Blair leaned closer
still, his breath gently flowing over Jim's face, and he breathed in,
smelling the sweetness of that breath. "Is this what you
wanted, Jim?" asked Blair, as he moved to cover Jim's mouth with
his own, and this time Jim couldn't help but moan, this was
almost too much, too good. Jim closed his eyes as he brought his
hands up to twine in the hair on either side of Blair's head, not wanting
to let go of him, ever.


At the first hint of Blair's tongue against his lips, Jim opened
his own, groaning as he tasted Blair for the first time. He
tasted of chocolate, chicken and something beneath that which
made Jim think of Blair's scent, something which was the basic
flavour of Blair. Their tongues touched and teased as they
explored each other's mouths. They kissed until the need to
breathe separated them, Blair pulling back to look at his friend, his
eyes filled with passion, and love. This time Jim was able to meet Blair's
gaze, his own eyes reflecting his own strong
feelings for his Guide.


Blair took the hem of Jim's sweater in his hands and started
pulling it, and the t-shirt beneath, off the older man. He threw
the sweater across the room, where it landed on the couch, then
pushed Jim back so he was lying on the floor. Blair moved a
pillow so it was under Jim's head and shoulders, he didn't want
his lover to be too uncomfortable.


Jim watched as Blair stood up, removing his own sweater and
shirt, before undoing his pants, sliding them and his boxers
down, then stepping out of the clothes pooled at his feet. Jim
gasped as he observed his lover, the man was beautiful naked, and the
light from the fire giving his body a bronze glow to it.
Blair's body was compact but muscular, the mass of hair on his
chest hiding his dusky nipples, the line of hair across his
stomach, leading down to the more wiry pubic hair, and his huge,
erect cock. Jim smiled, then moved his gaze to meet his lover's.
Blair knelt beside Jim, then groaned as Jim reached a hand up to
start stroking his cock. After a few strokes, Blair reached down, stilling
Jim's hand. "I intend to come in you, not on you,
Babe," Blair whispered in a lust filled voice.


The tone of Blair's voice, as much as what he said, made Jim
shudder. "Yes, Blair, I want that too. Yes," he replied hoarsely, then
gasping as Blair's mouth sucked at one of his nipples. He
arched his back, encouraging his lover, his hands coming up to
wrap themselves in Blair's hair again. Blair grazed Jim's nipple
as he released it, then flicked it with his tongue. He licked his way
across Jim's chest to suck on the other nipple, enjoying the
whimpers and moans the big man was making.


Blair sat up, then moved to pull his lover's sweat pants off of
him, smiling when he realized Jim wore no underwear. Blair
grabbed another pillow, and urging Jim to lift his hips, placed
it beneath the other man. He pushed Jim's legs apart, settling in between
them, first getting yet another pillow to put under his
own hips, he had no desire to have his erection pressed against
the cold floor.


Caressing Jim's inner thighs with his hands, Blair leaned down, sucking
one of Jim's balls into his mouth, listening as Jim
groaned above him. "Oh, god Blair, oh god," he panted,
encouraging the younger man.


Blair released it, then sucked the other ball into his mouth, his tongue
gently caressing. He let the second one go. His tongue
leaving a wet trail as it travelled the length of Jim's cock,
before gently lapping at the precum leaking from the tip. Jim's
moans were completely incoherent now, but he lifted his hips up,
wordlessly urging Blair on. Acknowledging that encouragement,
Blair took the entire length of Jim's cock into his mouth and
throat. Jim shouted, the joy of being in Blair's hot, wet mouth
almost too much for him. Blair started moving his mouth up and
down Jim's erection, sucking on it, his tongue gently stroking
it. "Blairblairblair, yes, that's it, oh god, I'm--" Jim's voice
trailed off as his hips thrust up, and Blair felt Jim's come
shooting down the back of his throat, and he swallowed all of it, savouring
the taste of his lover.


Blair knelt between his lover's legs, then leaned forward,
kissing Jim, letting the older man taste himself in Blair's
mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you, Jim, do you want that?" Blair
whispered in his ear, feeling the shiver that moved through Jim's body.


Jim looked up into Blair's deep blue eyes, "Yes, I do, Blair. I
want you to fuck me, fuck me now, please," Jim replied, clasping
his knees to his chest, allowing the younger man better access to his
body.


Blair reached over for his pants, dug in the pocket and retrieved the
lube.


"You planned for this?" Jim asked incredulously.


"Of course, I plan for everything, don't I?" his lover teased, as he
lubed his fingers, slowly sliding one into Jim, making the
older man groan. "Yes, baby, yes, more, more," he whispered.
Blair complied, pushing two fingers into Jim, moving them,
stretching his lover. He added a third finger, wanting to make
sure Jim was really ready, not wanting to hurt him. "Blair, fuck
me, please stop teasing me," Jim begged.


Blair quickly spread the lube on his cock, then pushed slowly
into his lover, moaning as he was enveloped in the tight channel.


"Harder, Blair, I want you to fuck me," Jim whispered hoarsely,
and pushing back against Blair.


Complying, Blair started a hard, fast rhythm, pounding his lover. Jim's
cock began to stiffen again, so Blair reached down,
stroking in tandem with his strokes in and out of Jim's tight
ass. Jim watched a sweat covered Blair fucking him and stroking
his cock, listened to the grunts and moans Blair made, could hear both
their pulses and heartbeats thundering. It was too much for
him and he came, a few jets of liquid spurting over Blair's hand. Blair
felt the convulsions of Jim's ass around his cock and
thrust into him twice more, before screaming Jim's name, and
shooting his seed deep inside the older man, then collapsing on
top of him.


Jim held Blair close in his arms, stroking the younger man's hair as
their breathing returned to normal. Blair sighed as he now
flaccid cock slid out of Jim, snuggling closer to his lover.


"I love you so much, Baby," Jim said, still stroking Blair's
hair. "But I don't feel like sleeping on the floor, let's go
upstairs to bed, okay?"


"Sounds great, Jim, I'm so tired. And I love you, Jim," Blair
said quietly, as the two men made their way upstairs to the bed
they shared.


Blair quickly got under the covers, and as soon as Jim was in
beside him cuddled up to him, trying to get warm again.


"You know, I think I'll make you hot chocolate more often, if you react
like this," Jim joked.


"Mmm, wasn't the hot chocolate, man. It was the snow. I love
snow, it turns me on. I'm strange, but I admit it," Blair said,
giggling.


"Well, then, I guess I should say--'Let it snow', huh Chief," Jim replied,
laughing at his joke.


Blair just rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Give it up, Jim.
Let's go to sleep. I'm tired, and we have to get up early," he
murmured against Jim's chest.


"Okay, good night, Blair."


"Good night, Jim."


End Let it snow