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The quick way in which Richard followed orders pleased Chad very much. It would
never work between them if he had to argue with his submissive. He needed his instructions
to be carried out to the letter, both in bed and out.
Once Richard was in position, Chad climbed up and stood over his lover. Bending his
knees until he was in a squatting position, he entered Richard once again. The slightly
different angle allowed his cock to pummel his lover s prostate on every thrust.
Richard s howls of pleasure combined with the vibrant mark on his lover s back, had
Chad slipping over the edge in no time. He roared his release as he leaned down to bite on
his man s shoulder blade.
The orgasm was intense, almost too intense, as Chad continued to empty his seed into
the condom. Spots danced before his closed eyes as he blindly reached for Richard s cock.
With his fist firmly wrapped around the large dripping erection, Chad finally voiced his
need.  Come for me.
With a groan, Richard bucked against Chad s hand and came. After the initial quaking
spasms of Richard s body subsided, Chad pushed his lover onto the bed.
Still connected to the large man in his arms, Chad s mind wandered to the biggest bully
on the playground. How many times had Mike stolen his lunch money, pushed him down,
or called him a fairy boy?
Out of self-preservation, Chad had learned to master men almost twice his size. He
wondered if Mike was as big as Richard. In looks, the two were similar. Is that what this was
about? Did he feel the need to dominate Richard simply because he reminded him of Mike?
 Thank you, Richard said, turning his head to the side.
The smile on his lover s face shut the thoughts down immediately. No, Richard was
nothing like Mike.
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Chapter Eight
Collin woke to the sound of chopping wood. He blinked several times, trying to get his
bearings. Why would Abe be outside working when they had an entire stack of firewood on
the back porch?
Throwing off the covers, he reached towards the hearth for his clothes. Shrugging into
the warm garments felt odd. He d spent the previous three days under the covers wrapped
in Abe s strong arms, clothes not only unnecessary but unwanted.
Collin shook his head as he laced his boots. Had it only been four days since he d run
his truck into the tree?  That s just sad, he admitted to the empty room.
He d lived more in three days than he had in the entire thirty-two years he d been on
earth. What was it about Abe that made him feel so good about himself? The answer came
quickly. Abe thinks I m interesting. It was a nonexistent occurrence in his lifetime.
Collin had always been the kid who seemed to blend into the woodwork. Even at home
with his family, growing up. He wasn t either the good or the bad son. He was simply Collin,
invisible to everyone, including his parents.
Abe had asked about his folks, and Collin had been honest, telling his new lover his
parents lived in Missouri. He admitted he didn t often see them at the holidays, instead
choosing to volunteer at the fire department. Collin knew it wasn t that he wasn t welcome at
his parents home, but he really wasn t missed either.
Shoving the thoughts away, Collin stood and put on his coat, hat and gloves. Presently,
none of that mattered. What was important was finding out why Abe was outside in the
cold, doing work that had already been done.
Opening the back door, Collin stepped out onto the covered porch obviously shovelled
earlier by Abe. What time had the man woken up?
With his back towards the porch, Abe continued to swing the heavy axe. It afforded
Collin with a breathtaking view of his powerful body. Surrounded by a heavy blanket of
snow, Abe looked like a character in a fairytale. The blizzard had finally blown over, and the
sun had come out to play. The effect was mesmerising. Every surface in sight glittered like
diamonds in the frigid morning air.
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Seeing that Abe was finished with the current log, Collin stepped off the porch and
followed the narrow, shovelled path.  Morning, he greeted.
Abe set the axe down on top of the chopping stump before turning around.  How d
you sleep? Abe asked in a cordial but aloof manner.
 Good, Collin answered. He couldn t figure out what had happened between them in
the few hours he d been asleep.
Gazing around at their surroundings, Collin tried to make conversation.  It s
breathtaking out here. So quiet, it s almost spooky.
 The sound of white, Abe offered.  That s what my granddad used to call it.
 How does white have a sound? Collin asked.
Abe looked around, obviously lost in his own thoughts.  White is the sound of
nothingness. Like a void on the planet, and you re smack dab in the middle of it. Abe
gestured towards their surroundings.
Collin tried to follow Abe s reasoning.  I never thought of it like that. When I look out
the window after a heavy snowfall, I see beauty, sparkles in the sunlight. Everything looks
clean, like a fresh start.
Abe started gathering wood, refusing to make eye contact.  It s deceiving in its beauty.
Snow doesn t allow you to see what s underneath. It s a temporary blanket of cleanliness
before the imperfect landscape begins to show through, giving you a false idea of what s
really there.
The way Abe said it led Collin to believe they weren t simply talking about the snow
any longer.  Is something wrong? Did I say something to make you mad?
Abe closed his eyes and tilted his head back.  Just the opposite. You being here is like
the sun finally shining down on me, warming me. But I know in my heart, the snow will
melt, and the imperfections will once again rise to the surface. It s just a matter of when.
Collin scratched his head under the edge of his stocking cap.  What s hidden under
your snow, Abe?
Abe s head snapped towards Collin.  Huh?
 What has you living up here alone, burying yourself under a blanket of nothingness?
Collin knew until he found out some of Abe s secrets, he d never truly know the man he d
made love to for three days.
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Abe took several steps until he stood in front of Collin.  It doesn t matter. The
important thing is the sun s out, but it s not warm enough to melt the snow. Let s enjoy it
while it lasts. Switching gears, Abe picked up the axe.  Care to go find that Christmas tree
we talked about?
Collin tried to read the dark brown eyes staring back at him. Should he push the
subject, or do as Abe suggested and enjoy the time they had before the clouds returned? It
was basically the same thing he d been telling himself. He knew Abe would get bored with
him, sooner or later, they all did.
 Yeah. Let s get this house ready for Christmas.
* * * *
After getting two sets of snowshoes out of the shed, Abe led Collin into the woods.
Even with the appropriate footwear, the going was tough. There had to be at least five and a
half feet of snow on the ground. Abe would venture to guess the mountain had set an all new
record snowfall for one storm.
 Ooofff, he heard come from Collin.
Abe turned to see his lover face first in the snow. With a grin, Abe adjusted the axe
strapped to his back and walked over to help the man to his feet.  You okay, Frosty? he
asked, brushing the flakes from Collin s face.
 Never better, Collin quipped.
His lover looked so adorable, Abe couldn t resist pulling him into his arms for a deep
kiss. The snowshoes made it more difficult, but Abe managed to insinuate his thigh between
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