Hiding in the Snow by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Jessica Jarman
Published: 2016-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

“It’s going to get colder when the sun goes down again.” Boston almost snorted at himself. There was an obvious statement. Still, it was something to say, and something they had to deal with, because even though the beacon had been up since morning, he sincerely doubted they’d be found before tomorrow at the earliest.

“Well, we could use one of the heat packs, down in the base of the bags, and then bundle together.” They had these little heat packs - four of them - that they could break and use.

“Yeah, we can try that. You want something to eat? Some water?” To fuck?

“We should eat.” As the sun—what little sun they could see, at any rate - set, Mouse seemed to become more unnerved.

“We’ll eat. It’ll be fine, Mouse. This cat’s not going to let anything happen to you.”

“I know. I’m not freaking out. I’m cool.”

“You’re sexy is what you are.” Did he just say that out loud? Maybe Boston had lost too much oxygen to his brain.

“Right.” Mouse looked at Boston - he could just make out the grin in the fading light. “My nose is red, I’m bundled up in a parka, and we’re freezing. I’m a hottie.”

“You’ve got an amazing mind, your body heat is enough to keep me from being too cold, and I had your cock in my hand. That says hottie to me.”

“Man, I bet you’re a smooth-talker in a bar.” Mouse scooted closer. “Tell me about yourself. Where are you from?”

Boston chuckled and managed to find a couple of power bars without too much moving around. It helped that he’d packed a bunch in the outer pouch of his pack. “I actually do better in the wild than I do in cities.” He handed one of the bars over. “Eat this. Would you believe I’m from Boston?” His folks had very unique senses of humor, for which he’d eventually forgiven them.

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. It’s pretty amazing what some parents will do to their offspring.”

“At least I’m not from Anaheim...” Mickey chuckled. “I’m from outside of Houston, originally. I live in Raleigh now, though.”

“Yeah? What university is it you’re at again?” The conversation was working, Mouse was relaxing again as they talked and munched on their bars.

“Duke. Are you with a particular group or are you a freelancer?” Mouse’s hand wrapped around his hip.

“Freelancer.” He pressed closer, their breath billowing about and keeping his face warm.

“Do you like it?” Mouse’s breath smelled like cinnamon, thank God. Because that could have been nightmarish. That was probably why they didn’t make garlic-flavored energy bars.

“I do. I love it. Sure, there’s lots of waiting around, but trying to get the perfect film, chasing down the animals, is awesome. The best, though, is filming them and them never even knowing we were there, you know? I love every second of it.”

Mouse nodded. “There’s something about being out here, knowing that...” Mouse’s words trailed off as the little bit of sunlight left disappeared, a long, pointed black nose in a white face poking in, sniffing.

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