29
L awrence stood in front of the fireplace in their room. It was after seven, and they were waiting for dinner to be delivered. They’d been out on the slopes for several hours, and while Remy made sure he had everything he would need to ski comfortably and be warm, after a few hours, it was inevitable that he’d get cold. He didn’t usually hang outside when the weather turned cold.
Arms wrapped around his waist; he leaned back into Remy. He’d warmed up substantially, but it felt good by the fire.
“We shouldn’t stay out as long tomorrow,” his boyfriend stated.
“It’s fine. I had fun, and as long as I can warm up afterward, we can stay out as long as you want.”
Besides, it had been Lawrence’s idea for them to celebrate their birthdays with a long weekend in Aspen skiing. He’d only been once and wanted to go again. Remy was more than willing to take him and reteach him if necessary. They’d arrived the afternoon before and decided to relax before they saw a show at the Wheeler Opera House that evening.
Today was their first day on the slopes, and they would go again tomorrow before going on a dogsled ride and to dinner.
“You want me to warm you up?” Remy asked.
“Yes, but after we have dinner.”
Remy kissed below his ear. “I can do that.”
“We should have come next week during AGSW. I didn’t think about it when I suggested we come this week. ”
Lawrence suggested that weekend because it fell between both of their birthdays. Remy’s on the fifth, and Lawrence’s on the eighth.
“We can come back next week.”
“Maybe for the weekend, but you know we’ll both be busy when we return to work.”
“True,” Remy responded. “If we don’t return, I’ll bring you next year.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
There was a knock on the door, and Remy released him to answer it. They stayed at a bed and breakfast beside the slopes and decided to order from their kitchen. Lawrence migrated to one of the armchairs and took a seat. His boyfriend placed the tray on the table between the two armchairs and took the other one.
They ate their dinner, Lawrence stealing bites of Remy’s now and then since it had been his second option. Both options were delicious, and he wondered if they’d give him the recipe for one of the side dishes he ordered.
“I have something for you after dinner,” Remy stated.
Lawrence tilted his head with a raised brow. “If it’s something other than your dick, we’re going to have a problem. We agreed since Christmas was a couple of weeks ago, we wouldn’t get each other anything for our birthdays.”
“No, we said we wouldn’t give each other anything over the top.”
He tried to reflect on the conversation but couldn’t recall the exact words. Remy could have been correct, but Lawrence was almost positive he’d stated they shouldn’t get each other anything and spend the time together, especially since they’d spent so much on each other for Christmas. While he knew he’d gotten a steal on the shoes he bought, it did take a chunk out of the annual bonus he’d been saving from the previous year.
“What if I told you I didn’t spend much on it?”
“That isn’t going to make me feel better, considering we have two different definitions of not spending a lot.”
Remy chuckled as he pushed his plate towards Lawrence for the last bite. “I promise it falls into your definition. ”
Lawrence hummed as he finished their food. Regardless of what Remy bought him, he knew he would love and appreciate it. He didn’t need expensive gifts to know his boyfriend cared about him. Spending uninterrupted time together was enough for him. However, over the past several months since their conversation, he tried to understand that Remy enjoyed buying and doing things for him. It came with being with him. It was his love language, and Lawrence wouldn’t take that from him.
“I’m going to shower.”
“You don’t want company?”
“As enticing as having you join me sounds, I think you can wait a little longer,” Lawrence responded.
“I’m sure I can find the patience. You get in the shower, and I’ll call and have this picked up.” Remy leaned across the table and kissed him.
“Thank you, baby.”
He rose from his seat and entered the bathroom, stripping as the water heated. He stepped into the glass shower, deciding to use Remy’s shower gel since he enjoyed how it smelled. Lawrence knew that he could buy himself some, but he enjoyed the way it smelled on his boyfriend more, the way it rubbed from the other man’s body onto his when they rolled around in the sheets. He only used it now and again, and tonight, he wanted to be surrounded and overwhelmed by the scent of Remy.
When he finished his shower, he dried off before wrapping the towel around his waist and brushing his teeth. He entered the bedroom to find Remy stripped to his boxers, their dinner plates and tray cleared.
“It’s all yours,” Lawrence stated as he went to his suitcase.
Once alone in the bedroom, he grabbed the peach-flavored lubricant, one of Remy’s favorites, and lay on the bed. He decided to spend the time his boyfriend would be in the shower prepping himself. Lawrence had been waiting all day to get what he wanted. There had been something about watching Remy go down the slopes, something about him teaching and helping Lawrence that turned him on .
He was three fingers in, soft moans dripping from his lips as he fingered himself open when he heard Remy’s voice. He hadn’t realized he’d exited the bathroom.
“Are you trying to do my job, baby?”
Lawrence looked at him. “Not at all.” He slowly removed his fingers. “I was getting warmed up for you.”
Remy smirked at him as he moved to the end of the bed. “So considerate. Turn over for me.”
Lawrence did as requested, and no sooner than he was in position, Remy was spreading his cheeks and diving tongue first. The moan that slipped out of him filled the room, and he hoped there wasn’t anyone occupying the rooms next to them.
R emy stepped out of the shower, dried off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and brushed his teeth. As he did, he heard soft moans coming from the bedroom. He hadn’t closed the door entirely, and Lawrence’s moans filtered to him.
He opened the door and watched his boyfriend finger himself open for a minute. The sight was enticing, and he’d never get tired of watching the other man prep to take him. However, he also enjoyed doing it himself.
“Are you trying to do my job, baby?” he asked, making his presence known.
“Not at all,” Lawrence responded, eyes meeting his. Remy watched him slowly pull his fingers out. “I was getting warmed up for you.”
Remy always enjoyed the sound of that. He liked knowing Lawrence got ready for him, to take only him. Like it would for any man that constantly stroked his ego. Remy moved to the end of the bed as he smirked at him.
“So considerate. Turn over for me.”
Lawrence did as instructed, and as soon as he was settled, Remy spread those luscious cheeks. He went in for a taste, and the flavor of peach bloomed on his tongue, causing him to hum in appreciation. It was one of his favorites, and he pressed his tongue in, delving deeper to get more of it .
He pulled moans from Lawrence with his tongue, the peach lube coating it as he added more wetness. Lawrence pushed back against him, and even though Remy knew his tongue couldn’t get any further, he tried anyway, wanting to give his boyfriend what he wanted.
After a couple of minutes, Lawrence’s movements became rhythmic, and Remy knew him well enough to know what he was doing. He bit the left cheek while smacking the right.
“Move your hand,” he demanded.
“Remy,” Lawrence protested.
“Take your hand off your dick.”
“Then put yours on it.”
Remy chuckled, gripping Lawrence's hip to flip him onto his back. “I’ll do you one better.”
He took Lawrence’s dick into his mouth, and the other man moaned, arched into the sensation, and Remy relaxed his throat, allowing him to slip down it.
“Fuck, baby,” Lawrence moaned. “Yeah, that’s even better.”
Remy hummed around his dick before coming off. “I figured you’d think so.”
He took Lawrence back into his mouth and chose a steady rhythm. His boyfriend rolled his hips each time he came down, but it would have been impossible for him to push any further. Remy swallowed him whole with each bob of his head.
The taste of peach slowly ebbed away, and Lawrence surrounded his taste buds. The taste of his skin overrode everything else as Remy slid his tongue along the underside with each bob of his head.
As he continued his actions, he reached for the lube Lawrence discarded on the bed. Without stopping his attention on his boyfriend's dick, Remy squeezed lube onto his own and stroked it along the length. He used the excess lube on his fingers and sank two deep into Lawrence. When they slid in easily, pulling a moan from the other man, he added a third. He’d witnessed Lawrence prepping himself, but he wanted to ensure he was ready to take him.
Remy curled his fingers, brushing the tips softly against Lawrence’s prostate as he continued to take his dick down his throat. When his boyfriend began to roll his hips faster and moan deeper, Remy knew he was building up to his orgasm. He removed his fingers and came off his dick.
Before Lawrence could protest, Remy slowly pushed in, causing the protest to die on his lips and become a moan. When he was fully seated, he gave Lawrence a minute to adjust. One it seemed his boyfriend didn’t need because he immediately began trying to move against him. He had no intention of making him wait tonight or prolonging his pleasure. Tonight, Remy wanted him to cum as many times as he could.
So he obliged, pulling out and snapping his hips, pushing a surprised moan out of Lawrence. He was sure his boyfriend thought he would tease him and hadn’t been prepared for him not to.
Remy gave him long strokes, running the length of his dick against that bundle of nerves he knew would quickly have him barreling toward his orgasm again. He wanted to feel it, wanted to feel the way Lawrence squeezed and spasmed around his dick as he came.
“Mm, deeper. Baby, please.”
“Wrap your legs around me.”
Lawrence did as he requested, and Remy slipped an arm under his lower back and angled him up, never missing a beat. He rolled his hips on each inward thrust, basking in the moans Lawrence released for him.
“That’s it, baby. Take every inch for me.”
Remy felt him tighten around him, and he moaned at the sensation. The easy slide now gripped him on each thrust.
“Harder,” Lawrence moaned.
“Bossy,” Remy countered but complied nonetheless.
He gave his boyfriend what he was asking for, putting more force behind each of his thrusts, and reached up with his free hand to pinch Lawrence’s nipple. Remy watched the changes in his body and knew he was close to cumming.
“You always take me so well,” Remy stated, tweaking his nipple again on another thrust. “Like such a good boy.”
“Fuck, Remy. I’m so close. Make me cum. ”
It seemed his boyfriend had realized Remy planned on giving him everything he wanted that night and was taking advantage of it. He did his best not to chuckle, but what did Lawrence think? It was their birthday, they were celebrating, and he would indulge him in whatever he wanted in the bedroom.
Three more thrusts had Lawrence cumming, spurts shooting onto his stomach. Remy fucked him through it, stopping only when his boyfriend finished cumming. Lawrence dropped his legs, and Remy removed his arm from under him. He shifted his hips, and the other man gasped, gripping his biceps.
“Wait, baby. Give me a minute.”
Remy ran his hand over the plain of Lawrence’s stomach. “Too much?”
“A little more sensitive than usual.”
“You know I’m never in a hurry. I can wait until you’re not.”
“Mm…you could give me my present while we wait.”
Remy raised a brow. “You asked me not to pull out.” He glanced at where he’d placed it in the bedside table while Lawrence was in the shower. He shifted them, pulling a gasp from Lawrence, and retrieved the box from the drawer.
He handed him the box after a momentary hesitation. He contemplated giving it to him while he was balls deep, but it wasn’t necessarily a romantic gift. He pinched his nipple and pulled out at the same time. Hoping the top stimulation would dampen the sensation of him pulling out.
Remy handed him the box, and Lawrence sat against the headboard. He watched him open it.
“Is this the key card to your elevator and condo?”
“It is. That way, you can come over whenever you want, whether I’m there or not.”
Lawrence leaned over and gave him a soft kiss. “Thank you, baby. This is the perfect birthday gift.”
Remy moved to sit against the headboard and pulled Lawrence to straddle him. “I’m glad you like it,” he said, taking the box from him and putting it on the bedside table. “Now, ride this dick and show me how much.”